Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Chapter 96: Vow

Yuanjue stayed behind and did not leave, raising his head to say, "Princess Wenzhao, the king invites you to the main hall."

Yaoying came out from her hiding place and looked at Yuanjue: "Banruo and General Ashina have returned with the medicine?"

Was it because he had recovered that Tumoroga summoned Xueyana?

Yuanjue shook his head, his face tense, but his slightly shaky voice gave away his covered-up sorrow and panic: "There has been no news. The monks of the temple have arrived."

The monks arrived simultaneously, ready to perform puja for their monarch.

Yaoying sighed softly in her heart-not because she was saddened at losing her asylum, but rather because of pure lament for Tumoroga.

He was gifted and intelligent, his fame reaching all over the Western Regions. Originally, he could have been a senior monk who practiced behind closed doors and shunned the world. When Northern Rong attacked the Holy City and the powerful clans had fled the city, he took advantage of the chaos to escape from the Buddhist temple. The monks advised him to go far away to avoid trouble, but the teenager flatly refused. He led the Central Army to defend the Royal Court, saving tens of thousands of people.

Yaoying saw the shadows of many people in Tumoroga. She was reminded of her uncle Xie Wuliang, reminded of the former Zhu clan, reminded of those who rose up in the chaotic times with a sense of justice.

Whether it was the Central Plains or the Western Regions, whenever the country was broken and the common people were in danger, there would inevitably be heroes who stood up resolutely and used their flesh and blood to give a chance for the weak to survive.

Tumoroga was a true monk, who not only had profound attainments in Buddhism, but also spent his life practicing his faith: guarding all people and delivering all beings from suffering.

Unfortunately, he was plagued by a strange illness and was destined to die young.

Before, Yaoying had never met Tumoroga and didn't have much feelings, but now that the man who saved her life only a short while ago was about to die, she was unconsciously in somewhat low spirits.

She put on her veil and followed Yuanjue to the main hall.

Xueyana and his soldiers were walking ahead of them, slowly making their way up the stairs.

The door of the main hall was closed, and only the side door was open a slight crack. Monks in one-shouldered and long-sleeved robes entered the hall one after another from the corridors on both sides.

Xueyana climbed up to the next level in one breath and said angrily, "If the king summoned me, why did he not open the door?"

No one answered him. The sound of footsteps suddenly rang out, and two groups of Central Army soldiers in blue jackets over white robes poured out from all sides. Coming down the corridor, they surrounded Xueyana and his followers.

Xueyana sneered: "What crime have I committed?"

The knights were silent.

Xueyana snorted coldly and continued to move forward: "Get lost!"

Suddenly a bright golden gleam flashed. A powerful, thin, and nimble black shadow appeaered unexpectedly, pouncing on Xueyana like lightning.

The floor was quiet for a moment, and then a blood-curdling scream rang out.

Yaoying, who was not far away, was startled and subconsciously took a half step back.

On the next floor, Xueyana looked terrified, blood dripping down his left hand. Surrounded by his followers, he stumbled backward, but was forced back to the front by the blue-clad soldiers behind him.