Ning Que had deliberately chosen the main hall of the Southern Gate Temple as the battlefield.
The sounds of battles between cultivators were too shocking and could not be carried out in the streets. He did not want too many people to see him attack, so he needed to choose a sealed space. That space had to be large enough, because only then could cultivators who cultivated different methods feel that it was fair.
The main hall of the Southern Gate Taoist temple was very large. The black beam at the top was like a line across the sky. The space was so wide that it could fit an entire thousand-year-old tree and a dozen rockery. However, there were no tall trees or rockery in the hall. There weren't even any tables or chairs. There were only beams and pillars at the side, which made it look especially spacious.
The black wooden planks on the floor seemed to have no end.
Ning Que and Guan Hai sat cross-legged on the straw mats at the two ends of the black floor, facing each other.
The two nodded to each other.
Ning Que said, "I have no knives or arrows, only talismans. Today's battle will be fought with talismans."
Monk Guan Hai said, "I have the Emblematic Gesture of Buddhism and the Buddhist hymn to protect myself."
The hall was too spacious, and their voices kept echoing on the black floor.
Monk Guan Hai continued, "I want Mr. Thirteen to know that my respect for the Academy is real, and my admiration for you is also real. However, I only want to win today's battle because I regard my teacher as a Buddha, but my teacher regards the Headmaster of the Academy as a Buddha. All these years, every time I think of this, I feel angry. In order to get rid of this anger, I must defeat you today."
Ning Que looked at the monk in the distance and said, "If you want to defeat me, please make your move."
Monk Guan Hai said, "It is not right for a Buddhist disciple to act rashly. How can you make the first move?"
Ning Que said after a moment of silence, "If I make the first move, you won't have the chance to make your move."
Monk Guan Hai raised his right palm in front of him and smiled without saying anything.
Ning Que did not know that the monk's gesture was the solemn Dharma Idol of the Buddhism Sect, but he could clearly feel an extremely pure Buddhist aura suddenly appearing in the spacious Taoist hall. It was clear and indifferent, making people feel that they did not want to fight.
However, since it was a battle, how could they not fight?
Ning Que placed his left hand on his knee and raised his right hand slowly. With a flick of his fingertips, a yellowish Fu paper slowly floated out. The doors and windows had long been closed and there was no breeze in the hall. However, for some reason, the Fu paper seemed to be able to borrow the wind. Like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, it floated through the entire hall and fell towards Monk Guan Hai.
When the piece of talisman paper floated two feet in front of monk Guan Hai, he suddenly bent the index finger of his right palm in front of him. With this action, the Wisdom King Dharma Image of his body became complete, and the aura around his body suddenly became several times thicker.
In front of this powerful and thick Buddhist aura, the faintly yellow talisman paper seemed so weak, like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind. However, as soon as the two met, the talisman paper instantly burned fiercely. In a very short period of time, it expanded into a huge fireball and enveloped monk Guan Hai's body!
In the face of such a fierce talisman fire, monk Guan Hai's expression did not change. He even slowly closed his eyes. The middle finger of his right palm, which was erected in front of his chest, bent again. The image of the Wisdom King, whose body resembled his, had an additional sense of calmness and gentleness. The aura of heaven and earth in the hall was affected by this calmness and fell gently, forming an extremely thin barrier around his body.
The flames enveloped monk Guan Hai's body, burning the extremely thin barrier of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. It made a strange crackling sound, as if dry firewood was being burned, or like a kettle being boiled dry. However, between the swaying flames, one could clearly see that monk Guan Hai's eyes were calm. The invisible barrier was still stable and was not affected at all.
The talisman fire relied on talisman intent and could not last long.
When the talisman intent on the Fu paper dissipated into the air, the flame that enveloped monk Guan Hai's body also gradually extinguished. The invisible barrier reflected the last remnants of the flame, shining brightly like a very beautiful glass cover. At this moment, monk Guan Hai opened his eyes inside the cover and looked at Ning Que, who was sitting on the straw mat opposite the hall. His gaze was calm and firm.
Next, it seemed that it was the powerhouse of the Buddhism Sect's turn to counterattack. However, Ning Que had said that if he attacked first, monk Guan Hai would not have the chance to attack again. And that was exactly what he did.
Just as the talisman fire burned the invisible barrier of the Qi of Heaven and Earth around monk Guan Hai, the second talisman paper had already quietly floated out of his sleeve and floated towards monk Guan Hai along the dark matte floor. When the talisman fire finally dissipated and monk Guan Hai opened his eyes to counterattack, the talisman paper began to release a majestic talisman intent.
A majestic rainstorm fell from the sky.
However, they were now in the Taoist hall. The hall had a roof, so where did the sky come from?
The rainstorm was generated out of nowhere from the air about thirty feet high in the Taoist hall and then fell down.
The scene was extremely strange.
Monk Guan Hai's Wisdom King Dharma Idol could condense the Qi of Heaven and Earth into Wisdom King Armor. When cultivated to a high level, it could isolate all the invisible and intangible forces in the world, such as Psyche Power and Fu fire. However, the heavy rain falling from the Taoist hall was real and the invisible barrier could not stop it at all. In an instant, monk Guan Hai was drenched from head to toe.
The slightly cold rainwater flowed down his thin monk's robe and also on monk Guan Hai's slightly tanned face. He looked at Ning Que on the straw mat in the distance and was extremely puzzled. Why was the second talisman a water talisman?
The fierce Fu fire earlier confirmed that Ning Que's attainments in Talisman Taoism were indeed profound. If he had not cultivated the Dharma Idol of Heaven, he was afraid that he would have been at a great disadvantage. However, water was the softest and weakest thing in the world. If one wanted to defeat the enemy with just a water talisman, one had to cultivate to the state of a Divine Talisman Master. Only then could one accumulate all the water in the world and turn it into the strongest and strongest. However, Ning Que was clearly very far from being a Divine Talisman Master.
The rainwater dripped on monk Guan Hai's face, washing away his puzzlement and doubts.
The rainwater seemed majestic, but in fact, it did not cause any harm to him. He decided not to think about these questions anymore. The middle finger of his right palm suddenly flicked out in front of him, and the fingertip flicked a raindrop that had slipped into his eyes.
In fact, monk Guan Hai's finger did not really touch the raindrop. It was only his intention that touched the raindrop, and then the raindrop understood his intention. With a swoosh, it cut through the space in the hall and attacked Ning Que's face, as swift as a feather arrow!
Ning Que did not seem to see the raindrop. He did not make any movement to avoid it, and only lowered his head.
Through the waterfall-like curtain of rain in front of him, monk Guan Hai could vaguely see the raindrop enter Ning Que's hair. He could not help but be slightly shocked. He thought to himself, if he really hurt Ning Que, how would the Lanke Temple explain it to the Academy?
However, unexpectedly, the raindrop did not seem to have any effect on Ning Que. He only quietly lowered his head.
And the third talisman he had cast had already floated in front of monk Guan Hai. Just as the rainstorm in the hall gradually stopped, he suddenly released all the talisman intent. The pure aura condensed on the talisman seeped into every drop of water.
The rainstorm suddenly stopped, but the rainwater was still on monk Guan Hai's body, flowing on the dark matte floor. As the talisman intent seeped in, the rainwater quickly froze at a speed visible to the naked eye. The water flowing on the floor turned into a miniature glacier, and the rainwater falling on monk Guan Hai's head turned into a miniature ice waterfall!
A strong chill shrouded the empty Taoist hall.
The rainwater in monk Guan Hai's monk robes and on his face all froze. His eyelashes turned into icicles under the eaves in winter, and his entire body was covered with a layer of transparent ice armor. He looked like an ice Buddha statue.
The water between the ice Buddha statue and the dark floor had also froze. Those who had lived in the cold knew that being frozen like this was even stronger than sticking asphalt. Monk Guan Hai's entire body was frozen in the ice and could not exert any strength. It was impossible for him to get out of this predicament in a short period of time. It seemed that he could only wait to be easily defeated by Ning Que.
However, although monk Guan Hai was not famous, he was after all the last disciple of the Lanke Temple's reclusive elder. His cultivation in Dharma was even higher than the Seven Disciples of the Buddhism Sect. How could he be defeated by these talismans?
Monk Guan Hai was frozen in ice. His body could not move, but his heart could. His lips could not move, but his mind could. A deep and compassionate voice sounded from his chest. It was hard to understand, but it was very solemn.
It was the Buddhist hymn!
As the Buddhist hymn rang through the empty Taoist hall, monk Guan Hai's eyelashes trembled slightly. The frozen ice on them fell, and the ice armor on his thin monk robes cracked inch by inch. The ice on his sleeves melted, and his hands finally regained their freedom.
Monks used their hands to worship Buddha. Therefore, the most important part of the Buddhism Sect's cultivation was also the hands.
Monk Guan Hai's hands regained their freedom. Without hesitation, he clasped his palms together. Two Wisdom King's Mudra appeared on the left and right sides. A strong Vajra Spirit suddenly gushed out from his body, easily shattering all the talismans around him into pieces.
Tens of thousands of pieces of ice floated around monk Guan Hai.
The last rays of twilight outside the hall leaked in through the cracks of the window. They were reflected and refracted by the tens of thousands of pieces of ice, turning into countless golden rays of light. Monk Guan Hai's body was in the golden light. The Wisdom King's Dharma Idol had finally reached the perfect state!
At this moment, Ning Que raised his head and looked quietly at monk Guan Hai in the Light of Buddha. His left hand, which had been resting on his knee, suddenly tightened and crushed the talisman that he had been secretly holding for a long time.
Ning Que had used the bag that Master Yan Se had left for him by the Daming Lake. After observing the meaning of the talisman, he had comprehended the first Talisman of his cultivation life on his journey back to Chang 'an.
It was the Scatter Talisman that he was casting now!
This Scatter Talisman did not float to monk Guan Hai. Because it was a Talisman of Movement, Ning Que could not use the Dharma Access that he had comprehended at the Winter Lake on the Yanming Mountain. The talisman's meaning was far away and seemed a little weak.
Monk Guan Hai, who was in the golden light, frowned slightly because he could also feel the weakness of this talisman.
Ning Que's target of casting the Scatter Talisman was not him, but the tens of thousands of pieces of ice that shrouded him.
As the meaning of the Scatter Talisman fell, the tiny pieces became even smaller.
What was even smaller than the ice was dust.
Ice was water.
The dust that the water turned into was either cloud or fog.
Countless clouds and fog filled the Taoist Temple. It was as if the world had suddenly come to a sea of clouds high in the sky, blocking all vision and even disturbing all the aura of Heaven and Earth.
At this moment, the clouds and fog suddenly fluctuated.
The clouds and fog dissipated slightly, and Ning Que's figure appeared.
His figure had already arrived in front of monk Guan Hai.
He was so close.
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(There are still 30 minutes left. This is the third chapter. As I said, I have nothing to repay you with, so I have to write another chapter. At least I will finish writing this battle tonight, but it may be a little later. Thank you very much.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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