Hengmu Liren's fist carried the power of Haotian and landed on Ning Que's body. But he could not kill Ning Que, which was unbelievable to him. Ning Que was covered in blood and wounds. Even his heart was broken. But he was still standing. How could that be?
The Big Black Horse ran to Ning Que and lowered its head to his right hand so that Ning Que could put his hand on his neck to help him stand. Ning Que gently stroked its mane to show that he was fine.
"I forgot the order of Lian Sheng's words. Is it Buddhism to cultivate the Devil, or is it Buddhism to cultivate the Devil? But it's the same. Only the Vajra Body can remain unstained."
Ning Que wiped the blood on his hand on the front of his Academy uniform and looked at Hengmu Liren across the street. He said, "You know me well, but you don't seem to know what I spent the longest time cultivating."
In the world of cultivation, he first learned Talisman Taoism, then the Great Spirit, then Lian Sheng's Devil's Doctrine, and finally he learned Buddhism from the Statue of Venerable in the Lanke Temple.
But in fact, he had been practicing Buddhism for the longest time. The time here was not in the real world, but in the Buddha's Chessboard. There, he had been practicing Buddhism for a thousand years. In the end, he had turned the mountain-like Buddha statue into Sangsang's appearance. And during that process, he had been with Sangsang.
Sangsang had always been in his body and heart. His body and mind already possessed some kind of divinity. From this point of view, while he was cultivating Buddhism, he was also cultivating the Devil. He had reached the extreme.
What had happened in the world of the chessboard a thousand years ago was the last memory he wanted to recall. Except for the Eldest Brother who vaguely knew a little about it, he had never told anyone about the details. Taoism regarded him as a great enemy and had collected a lot of information, but they did not know that the current him, in addition to those world-shaking means, also had the Dharma.
Hengmu Liren did not know either, so he could not understand Ning Que's words. But he felt uneasy subconsciously. His dark eyes were filled with vigilance.
For a powerful cultivator like him, his mind could move the heaven and earth. The hurricane rose again in the City of Yangzhou. The clouds in the sky twisted and the aura of heaven and earth became chaotic.
Hengmu Liren took advantage of the wind and came to the front of Ning Que in an instant. His right fist that was burning with Divine Fire turned into a bright flowing fire and punched at Ning Que's face like a meteorite!
Late spring was also the beginning of summer. Apart from the corpses hanging on the trees between the bridges, the scenery inside and outside of Yangzhou City was excellent. The weeds were green and the wildflowers were in full bloom. The mist dyed the city into a magnificent fireworks scene.
Previously, when the Big Black Horse was galloping in the wilderness and under the shade of the trees in the city, an inconspicuous little yellow flower had fallen on its mane. Now it was shivering in the wind.
Ning Que's right hand was stroking its mane and the little yellow flower. He picked it up casually.
He picked up the little yellow flower with his fingers and faced the hurricane that filled the street, as well as the fiery fist.
In the strong wind, the petals of the little yellow flower fell backwards, but it refused to leave the weak stem.
An extremely compassionate aura was released from the petal.
Hengmu Liren's fist slowed down and could not land on Ning Que.
Ning Que did not turn into a Buddha. He summoned the External Dharma Idol.
A faintly discernible Buddha appeared behind him.
The Buddha did not have a broad forehead and big ears, but looked like a plump girl.
It was not the Buddha or the Wisdom King, but Sangsang.
It was the Buddha that he had cultivated for a thousand years.
Hengmu Liren said he was fighting for Haotian.
Ning Que said he was the same. And he had fought for her for countless years. Even now, he could let her fight for him.
The burning Haotian's Divine Flame was still circling around Hengmu Liren's fist. It was bright and his face was extremely pale under the light. His eyes were filled with anxiety, anger and unwillingness.
Tianqi was a gift from Haotian.
How could he hurt Haotian with the power that Haotian gave him?
That would be blasphemy.
"So what? Without the power of faith, how could you invite the real Haotian? "
Hengmu Liren shouted furiously. His voice was like thunder in spring, exploding inside and outside the City of Yangzhou. He raised his state to its peak and continued to attack the little flower in Ning Que's hand!
His body suddenly became extremely tall and big!
His hair was disheveled and his body was emitting white hot mist. He looked like a god from the ancient times. If not for the anger in his solemn expression, he would look more like one.
"She is not Haotian. She is just the Buddha in your heart! The most hypocritical Buddha! The most hypocritical Buddha! The Chief Monk would not kill anyone even with a monk's staff. He would be chopped into a dog by Jun Mo! Even if you become a Buddha, what can you do to me? "
Hengmu Liren, who looked like a god, looked down at Ning Que with a violent expression.
Ning Que's body kept bleeding. The Buddha incarnation of Sangsang stood behind him silently and looked at the street with pity. No one knew whether it was looking at Hengmu or Ning Que.
Hengmu was right. Without the power of faith, no matter how profound Ning Que's Dharma was, he could not invite the real Sangsang. He could only protect himself but not hurt Hengmu.
Yangzhou City was not Chang 'an. Everyone here who was loyal to the Tang Empire and the Academy and was willing to help Ning Que had been killed by Hengmu. Or they had been killed by Ning Que and did not even dare to think about it. Therefore, Ning Que could not write the talisman or gather the power of faith.
"The Academy doesn't like to call that power faith."
The towering Buddha's Light and the god-like horizontal tree were fighting fiercely on the long street. Ning Que and the little yellow flower between his fingers seemed a little small in the middle, but his voice was still so calm.
"We call it faith."
After saying this, he loosened his fingers, allowing the little yellow flower to be blown away by the wind from his fist and disappear without a trace.
Meanwhile, the Buddha incarnation behind him was also destroyed by the wind. The Light of Buddha suddenly disappeared into his body.
He held the handle of the iron cutlass.
Countless faintly discernible and faint powers came from everywhere in and outside the City of Yangzhou. They floated toward him and entered his body one by one.
Hengmu Liren's face turned pale. He murmured in confusion, "How could this be?"
Those powers were the power of faith that he thought Ning Que could never obtain in the City of Yangzhou. Or in Ning Que's own words, it was the power of faith.
Even if the Buddha came back to life, how could he obtain the faith of the dead?
Ning Que waved the iron cutlass and hacked at Hengmu Liren.
The Buddha could not hack people, but he could.
The iron cutlass simply fell down. It was not a simple move because it carried the faith of countless dead people in Qinghe Prefecture.
The wind blew violently. The Dharma and the divine light intertwined and then tore each other into pieces.
Hengmu Liren shouted like thunder. He burned Haotian's Divine Flame at the cost of his life and tried to block the cutlass.
Ning Que knew nothing about faith when he was in Chang 'an. The reason why he could write the two talismans with the array eye pestle was that he accepted the fearless faith of the Tangs in Chang' an.
Now he had a deep understanding of faith. Without Chang 'an, he did not have enough power to write the talismans. But he could use the Dharma to obtain enough power to hack thousands of times again.
Hengmu Liren might be able to block his cutlass.
But he could not block his thousands of cutlasses.
On the long street, the dust was everywhere. The horrible sound of the air being torn could be heard, mixed with Hengmu Liren's screams of fear, despair, anger, and unwillingness!
In an instant.
As the Buddhism Sect said.
Hengmu Liren blocked Ning Que's three thousand seven hundred and eighty-two cutlasses.
Ning Que hacked thirteen thousand seven hundred and eighty-two cutlasses.
Therefore, ten thousand cutlasses fell on Hengmu Liren's body.
The dust gradually settled.
Hengmu Liren, who was like a god a moment ago, was hacked into an ordinary person. He was covered in blood and lowered his head. He looked calm and composed, just like the young manservant in indigo who chopped firewood in the Revelation Institute two years ago.
With a clang, Ning Que sheathed his cutlass.
Affected by the sound, Hengmu Liren's Taoist Heart that had been cut into pieces could no longer be intact. He spat out blood and his internal organs that looked like gold and jade burst out from the wounds on his chest and abdomen!
He lowered his head and looked at those horrible cutlasses with a confused expression.
The next moment, the crystallized Great Spirit that Ning Que had slapped into his body violently spurted out along the ten thousand cuts on his body. In the shrill whistling sound, a gale swept through the long street and then went far away.
The gust of wind rolled up the reeds on the Great Swamp and startled the birds outside of Linkang. It did not stop until it reached the West-Hill Divine Kingdom and returned to the temple among the Peach Mountains.
Ning Que stood in the howling wind. He looked indifferent and tired. He did not feel happy at all. He ignored Hengmu Liren and sat down with his legs crossed to regulate his breath. The big black horse stood beside him and looked around vigilantly.
Hundreds of cavalrymen of the Divine Halls had surrounded the long street. But they did not dare to come closer.
"I don't understand why."
Hengmu Liren lowered his head and murmured. He sounded like he was in great pain.
"You're indeed very strong, and you've made ample preparations. You know that the iron arrow isn't my strongest technique. In order to destroy that technique of mine, you've even killed so many people."
Ning Que said, "But you don't know that I have become a Buddhist cultivator. And you don't know that I have learned something in the Wilderness — the dead and the living are all human beings. You killed those people, so you deserve to die."
"I see." Hengmu Liren raised his head and looked at him with a bitter smile, "It seems that you have prepared a lot to kill me. Now that I think about it, I am willing to die."
Ning Que said, "You think too much."
With that, he stood up and jumped onto the big black horse. He looked around and saw the City of Yangzhou. There were small bridges, flowing water, fireworks, old trees and faintly crows. It was a miserable world, but there was no trace of her.
Hengmu Liren looked at his back and shouted unwillingly, "It is already the end. Can't you just admit that I am special? I am the son of Haotian! How can I be the same as the other useless people you killed? "
Ning Que looked back at him and said, "You always say that you are her son. The problem is that I never remember that she gave birth to you. How can I admit it?"
The big black horse stirred up the dust and headed to the south of the City of Yangzhou.
Hengmu Liren looked at his back with great difficulty. He was lost and finally understood. Then he died.
Fireworks in May. Ning Que killed another person.
The Tang army went to Yangzhou.
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(As for the reason why I couldn't explode yesterday, I thought about it and didn't say it yesterday. Today, I'll report it to you. It's because a friend from another city has come to visit me. These two days, I've had to drive for four to five hours every day, and I also have to make arrangements for meals and whatnot. I'm exhausted. It's already very hard for me to be able to keep updating, and the quality is still acceptable. I'm very satisfied, and I hope that everyone is satisfied as well. It'll be fine tomorrow. Hmm, after saying so much, I still strongly urge everyone to vote for me.
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