Translator: Transn Editor: Transn
Ning Que walked into the Light of Buddha and opened the big black umbrella, as usual, to protect Sangsang from wind and rain without hesitation.
That was his habit, which was stronger than the Light of Buddha.
The people in the temple were still in shock at this time, so they didn’t respond to Ning Que’s action and had no time to think over its meaning.
Looking at pale-faced Sangsang in the Light of Buddha, Master Boshu was too shocked to say anything.
As the man who carried the Yue laan Bell, he didn’t expect the truth exposed by the bell to be like this. He left the Xuankong Temple to Wa mountain and prepared all of these just because he firmly believed that Ning Que was the Son of Yama. He never thought of Sangsang.
Quni Madi and the others were still in shock, but Cheng Lixue was the one who was most shocked. As the Priest of the Revelation Department in the West-Hill Divine Palace, he was unable to reconcile the fact that Sangsang, who was considered as the Daughter of Light, would turn to be the Daughter of Yama? While thinking of this, he could not help straightening his now blanching face.
The Daughter of Yama. what did that mean?
Compared with this, Ning Que’s joining the Devil would be no longer the most troublesome thing. Although the Devil’s Doctrine had disappeared for so many years, there were still many cultivators following it. The most important thing for him now, was that Sangsang had become the root cause of the end of the world.
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The light coming from the Buddha figure in the Wa mountain ignored all physical barriers and marvelously penetrated the roof of the Lanke Temple. It looked solemn and beautiful as if it mixed the gold and pearl powders together, ignited by the sunshine.
The big black umbrella unfolded over Sangsang’s head.
The Light of Buddha shined over the oiled umbrella and was reflected around. The view was beautiful and astonishing.
Somehow, the Light of Buddha spurted like rain instead of getting through the umbrella.
The Light of Buddha was more magnificent and infinite than a normal rain as if it were a waterfall condensed with countless beams of light, ceaselessly falling on the umbrella.
The big black umbrella was like a black stone at the base of a waterfall, ceaselessly being washed and struck. No matter how tough and strong it was, it gradually started trembling.
Ning Que’s right hand holding the handle slightly shook. He didn’t feel much power from it, but he did feel the pressure by the Light of Buddha outside the umbrella. His every bone started creaking.
What terrified him most was that the layer of dust and oil covering the umbrella fabric for years was becoming thinner and thinner under the light, and seemed as if it would evaporate at anytime.
Master Boshu stopped playing the Yue laan Bell because he was too shocked, so even though the bell of the Lanke Temple was still ringing, its clear sound had gradually died away.
Ning Que took Sangsang up to his back.
Sangsang put her head on his shoulder, pale and weak as a baby when she was taken up on his back in the cold rain many years ago. She habitually stretched her hand to hold the umbrella for him.
Ning Que knew she was in bad state, so he didn’t want her to hold the umbrella.
Sangsang still took the big black umbrella over. It was amazing that after it was in her hands, it became more stable and able to withstand more of the Light of Buddha.
Then, Ning Que started moving out of the Light of Buddha.
Holding the podao across his chest and putting the arrow box on his back, he looked at the people in the temple like a mother tiger guarding her child, coldly and fiercely.
Even though the people in the temple were all experts, when they saw his eyes, they subconsciously avoided making contact.
Then, they found something amazing that calmed them down.
Ning Que was walking out of the Light, but he didn’t get out of the Light.
The Light of Buddha coming from the Wa mountain followed his footsteps as if it could locate him. More precisely, it could locate Sangsang’s position.
Ning Que looked at the fragments dropping from the edge of the umbrella and disappearing into the air without saying anything.
“Hahahaha…”
Lu Chenjia who was in shock suddenly burst into laughter in the next moment. Her body trembled as a flower in the wind. She gasped for breath until her face was full of tears.
“Your most important person has become the daughter of Yama. Ning Que, what are you going to do? I wish you are as miserable as me.”
Ning Que contemptuously looked at her with a little pity.
Seeing that, Lu Chenjia stopped laughing and became blank.
Her face was pale and the wound was bleeding, however, she understood what he meant and could not help being confused. He did what he had said, but why didn’t he think a little more?
She was the Daughter of Yama!
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“Mr. Thirteen, please put her down.”
Master Boshu compassionately chanted the name of Buddha and said to Ning Que.
Cheng Ziqing lowered his head and sat in front of the temple. He drew his sword and put it across his knees.
Ning Que glared at the little brass bell in Master Boshu’s hand.
Then he turned to the sword on Cheng Ziqing’s knees.
At last, he looked at the big black umbrella.
Master Boshu was the chief monk of the Xuankong Temple who was the wisest man in the world. He was at the middle-stage of the Knowing Destiny State or even higher. The bell in his hand was the Buddha’s relics which was of the purest Buddha power which was exactly Sangsang’s deadly foe.
Cheng Ziqing was the Sword Sage, Liu Bai’s Younger Brother, also a middle-stage expert at the Knowing Destiny State. Even though he had been unobtrusive these days, his sword was still powerful.
The big black umbrella had shown its best in Sangsang’s hands just like the past ten years. However, its oil and dust were washing up under the Light of Buddha so that the tiny gaps barely bore the Light.
Facing the two strongest masters from the Xuankong Temple and the Sword Garret, even if he didn’t carry Sangsang, Ning Que wasn’t confident to get away, not mention Sangsang who was on his back and the light that was tracking them.
“Since we have found Yama’s daughter, we can’t let her go. No matter if you can hide in the depth of the Wilderness or the ocean, you can’t get away from the Light of Buddha.”
Master Boshu tightened his fingers holding the bell and said to Ning Que, “Put her down.”
At this time, Master Qishan sadly said, “As they can’t go, please stop the bell.”
Ning Que looked at him for a while. Then he moved his hand away from his hilt and pated the scabbard in his waist.
People believed that his silence represented his psychological struggle, and revealed different expressions. Cheng Ziqing sighed in his heart and thought,“You have no choice even if Yama’s daughter is your parent.”
Only Master Qishan vaguely knew what he was thinking.
Ning Que looked at Master Qishan and discovered he was more sad than shocked. Then he confirmed that the master had already known Sangsang was Yama’s daughter for a long time.
He had felt something was going to happen before they left Chang’an. Now he knew the significance of the recent events; Sangsang’s disease, the three games in Wa mountain, and the cultivation in the temple, all indicated the truth of the fact: the Lanke Temple was the inexorable doom of both him and Sangsang.
Then, he thought of something farther away and he could not help chilling—It was the Headmaster’s idea to come to the Lanke Temple to heal Sangsang. In other words, it was arranged by Eldest Brother.
“I don’t believe it.”
Ning Que said to himself and he wanted to push this idea out of his mind. However, he needed the realistic answer, even if the answer would make him suffer tremendously.
For that reason, he looked at the master silently.
Master Qishan knew what he was looking forward to, so he said, “Do you believe she is Yama’s daughter now?”
Ning Que said without any emotion, “You told me she was the daughter of Light, now you tell me she is the daughter of Yama. I don’t know which one I should believe. I only know I picked and raised her up. If you need to consider her as someone’s daughter, it should be me.”
… Master Qishan said, “But this is the truth of the fact. When you asked me to treat her in the cave days ago, I felt her chilly aura on her wrist. That was the moment I knew it was the imprint left by Yama. Since the Headmaster and the West-Hill Divine Skill could not disperse the chilly aura in her body, did you ever think about how it could not be a normal disease?”
He had been doubting it for a long time, but he was unwilling to think or talk about it. He wanted to forget it until the master brought it out. He said after a silence, “It’s only your speculation and you cannot prove it. My teacher told me that there was no omniscient man in the world.”
“Yes, so the Headmaster sent you here. First, we need to figure out what her disease was. By this, we can know the truth and find a cure for her.”
Master Qishan sighed and said, “The three chess games on the Wa Mountain this year were prepared for Sangsang. In the Jumping Tiger Stream, I intended to let her play the game anyway no matter how tough you were.”
“Why?” Ning Que asked.
“To prove who she is.”
Master Qishan said, “The way she broke the Messy Phase Game was using the Heaven’s power. It was not at the level a man would be able to reach. The first game accurately proved she was not a human.”
Ning Que kept silent.
Master Qishan added, “In the pavilion, she played the second game with Dongming and she chose the black stone. Dongming’s best ability was to see the Heaven’s will on the chessboard. It was hard to tell if the black stones or the white stones would win, just like the day and night of the world. That was another sign pointing at Yama’s daughter.” Ning Que said, “Master Dongming told me that chess should follow the heart.”
Master Qishan looked at Sangsang and lovingly said, “The God’s will depends on her heart.”
