Whispers before the Hall
Chapter 551: Whispers before the Hall
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The hand appeared from the carriage window for a very short time but it was enough for Ning Que to capture some of its features. He saw slender fingers, a broad palm, and thin calluses.
It was a hand very suitable for holding a sword and the thin calluses seemed to prove that it was a hand of a swordsman. The ordinary sword masters of the cultivation world usually used flying swords and there was only one exception. Coincidentally, it was the Sword Garret founded by the Sword Sage in the South Jin Kingdom.
Ning Que somewhat deduced the identity of the man in the carriage. He appeared quite sorry, but deep in mind, he got alert.
A man’s voice rose from the luxurious carriage. It must be the owner of the hand. With a calm and gentle voice, he apologized to Ning Que on the other young man’s behalf.
Hearing the apology and sensing the calmness in the voice, Ning Que did not show his shock. He had guessed that the man might have come from the Sword Garret, but he did not expect a powerhouse at the Knowing Destiny State, or that a Knowing Destiny State cultivator would be so humble.
Ning Que had felt the kindness and sincerity in the apology. When he confirmed that the man was a Knowing Destiny State cultivator, the kindness and sincerity seemed to be multiplied in a very short time.
Ning Que never wanted to make a scene since Sangsang needed the treatment from the monks in the Lanke Temple. So after receiving the sincere apology, he waved his hand as a signal of ending the conflict.
After a quiet moment in the carriage, the sincere and kind voice rose again, "Our master was rude to you but since you have come here to pay your tribute to Buddha, more sincerity would do you good."
The kind words inadvertently revealed some sort of lecturing. Considering the man’s power, Ning Que was not surprised at the arrogance. He shook his head and said, "For you guys from the South Jin Kingdom, Haotian is your god. But now you are here to worship the Buddha. I don’t know how the Buddha would feel about it. Actually, we are the same. I never worshiped the Buddha in the past because I had nothing to ask for. But now I do have something to ask for and no matter how devout I am, the Buddha may not respond. So, why does the attitude matter?"
The man in the carriage sighed like he was sorry to hear Ning Que’s reply and then he said his farewells. Horse carriages slowly moved toward the side hall in the east.
The Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival was a major event in the world and many bigwigs would come to the Lanke Temple this autumn to the celebration. Several days later, they could be everywhere in the temple. So, Ning Que did not care too much about the encounter, even if he had already known the true identity of the young master.
The autumn rain became heavier, falling on the surface of the big black umbrella. Although the rain did not touch the people under the umbrella, they felt colder in the temple. Ning Que took Sangsang’s hand and prepared to head back to rest on their yard.
Before leaving, he took a glance at the top of the distant Wa Mountain.
The stone statue of Buddha was silently watching the world under the mountain. His wet face seemed to be more compassionate, as if he was sympathetic to the mortals trapped in the worldly affairs.
"If you are right about the causal circle in the world, then there might not be a good ending for me, since I have done a lot of evils in my life. But Sangsang is different. I have tried my best to keep her away from killing. So if there’s really a retribution, it must be on me instead of her."
Looking at the Buddha statue in the rain, Ning Que prayed in his heart.
"If you punish her because of my evils, if you take her away from me, I will destroy your largest statue in the world. I will burn the Lanke Temple and the 72 temples of Yuelun, and I will kill all the monks in the world. I will make the Buddhism Sect disappear."