Before the fog dispersed, a figure passed through the fog and arrived in front of monk Guan Hai, leaving a dim shadow in his eyes. This made the young Buddhist powerhouse's eyes, which had always been calm, finally show signs of nervousness.
Looking at Ning Que who broke through the fog, monk Guan Hai did two things. He separated his palms and pressed the thumb of his right hand into his palm, changing from the Wisdom King Mudra to the Heart Mudra. His left hand changed from vertical to horizontal, with his palm facing forward. He faced Ning Que in the most powerful posture of the Wisdom King Mudra. At the same time, his chest and abdomen suddenly contracted, and he took a deep breath to recite the Buddhist hymn.
As the two Buddhist Mudra complemented each other, the fog around him suddenly became chaotic. The milky white fog emitted the faint twilight outside the hall, as if different flowers were condensing in different areas of space. When the first syllable of the Buddhist hymn sounded from his chest and abdomen, the illusory flowers of the Breath of Heaven and Earth suddenly condensed and began to float down.
Some of the flowers broke into petals and fell like rain. Some of the flowers fell with their stems and branches, covering his body densely. These petals and branches contained the Qi of Heaven and Earth summoned by the two handprints. They were also supported by the Buddhist hymns. Once they touched the enemy's body, they would explode and hurt him in anger.
Compared to ordinary people, whether it was Taoism or Buddhism, the biggest advantage of cultivators was speed. When ordinary people did not see the light clearly, they would be pierced by the flying sword. When ordinary people did not have time to dodge, they would be smashed into bloody corpses by the rain of flowers. Of course, monk Guan Hai knew that Ning Que was not an ordinary person, but he was sure that he had made the right choice in the face of his opponent's strange attack through the fog.
Compared to ordinary people, whether it was Taoism or Buddhism, the biggest advantage of cultivators was their speed. When ordinary people did not see the light clearly, they would be pierced by the flying sword. When ordinary people did not have time to dodge, they would be smashed into bloody corpses by the rain of flowers. Of course, monk Guan Hai knew that Ning Que was not an ordinary person, but he was sure that his choice was right in the face of his opponent's strange attack through the fog.
Unfortunately, he forgot one thing. The so-called advantage of speed or the speed of time could only be reflected by a certain distance. At this time, Ning Que was less than a foot away from him.
When the beautiful flowers of the Breath of Nature slowly floated down from the fog, and monk Guan Hai's hands were still pinching his fingers to form the Emblematic Gesture, Ning Que made the simplest move and punched the monk in the face.
Two streams of blood spurted out.
Monk Guan Hai coughed painfully. The Heart Mudra in his left hand and the Wisdom King Mudra in his right hand dissipated. The Breath of Heaven and Earth Flowers that had fallen from the fog also dissipated. Finally, the fog dispersed.
The clouds dispersed, and the Taoist hall became quiet and spacious again.
Ning Que slowly withdrew his fist.
Monk Guan Hai wiped the blood off his face. After a moment of silence, he said, "I lost."
The melted ice melted into snow water and flowed slowly in the cracks of the dark wooden floor. There was a faint tinkling sound.
Monk Guan Hai raised his head and said with emotion, "Mr. Thirteen is indeed the successor of the Divine Talisman Master. Your use of Talisman Taoism is unimaginable. The four consecutive talismans had their own ideas, and they came in sequence. It was like the beginning and ending of a beautiful essay. The last move of abandoning talismans and using fists showed that you understood the true meaning of battle. Now that I think about it, I was indeed overestimating myself by challenging you. No wonder you were so hesitant in the beginning. I guess you didn't want me to break my spirit."
Ning Que had indeed shown mercy in the end. With the abundance of the Great Spirit in his body and the strength of his body, how could he only make Guan Hai's nose bleed when he punched Gu Xi's head like a smashed watermelon?
But in fact, he had won by luck.
Ning Que had used too much Psyche Power to use four talismans in a row. However, it did not matter to him because of the Psyche Power in his sense of perception. The key was that the Great Spirit he had attached to the first three talismans had directly squeezed out all the Great Spirit in his body. After using the Disperse Talisman, he had forcefully broken through the fog and launched a surprise attack. His body was already extremely weak.
If monk Guan Hai had not chosen to use the most powerful Buddhist cultivation method to deal with it, but instead used his body to resemble the solemn Dharma Idol of the Wisdom King to strengthen his defense, he would have been the first to fall if he had held on for a while longer.
Ning Que looked at monk Guan Hai, who had sincerely admitted defeat in front of him. He secretly felt lucky. Although this monk from the Lanke Temple had a high state, he had been living in seclusion in the Mountain Temple to study and read Buddhist scriptures all year round. It seemed that he did not know why to fight.
He suddenly remembered what Ye Hongyu had said in the basket when they left the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine. "Most cultivators in the world do not know how to fight. It is very easy to defeat them."
"It is a pity that my cultivation is not enough. I did not see the legendary no-boundary spirit of the Academy."
Monk Guan Hai was still sincerely reviewing and reviewing the previous battle.
The more sincere his attitude was, the more Ning Que felt his face burn. He thought that when he refused to fight with him on the street, it was not because he was afraid of bullying the weak and dampening his spirit, but because he was afraid of losing and dampening his spirit.
Ning Que reached out and helped him up.
Monk Guan Hai thanked him and then said with slight confusion, "But I still don't understand how you avoided the raindrop that I flicked out. You should know that the raindrop was soaked with my fighting spirit …"
Ning Que smiled slightly and did not say anything. He slowly recovered his spirit.
Monk Guan Hai looked at his expression and could not help but say with shame, "I am presumptuous, presumptuous."
He thought that Ning Que must have used some kind of unique skill of the Academy to quietly block his attack. That kind of unique skill was probably at the same level as the no-boundary spirit. Wasn't he prying into the secrets of the Academy by asking so rashly?
Ning Que smiled and shook his head. He helped him walk out of the hall.
In fact, only he knew how he had responded to the raindrop.
He did not do anything.
He just lowered his head and let the raindrop fall on his forehead and then seep into his hair.
That raindrop did indeed contain a very powerful force.
However, Ning Que had always been very thick-skinned, especially after joining the Devil.
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The Taoists outside the main hall of the Southern Gate Taoist temple had been silently watching the inside of the hall.
This was the first battle of the new generation of disciples of the Academy after entering the human realm.
Some of the white-haired old Taoists could not help but think of the Academy madman with the surname Ke many years ago, who rode a little black donkey into Chang 'an and caused a bloody storm. Their emotions were very complicated.
The door of the Taoist temple had been tightly shut, and no one dared to peep from the window.
The spectators only saw the fire raging in the hall, and the dryness spurted out from the cracks in the window. Then there was the sound of rain, and water flowed out from the door. Then there was a chill coming from the hall, and it seemed to suppress the winter outside. Then there was the Buddha's Aura, and the solemn Buddhist hymns, and then everything returned to silence.
There was silence in the hall. No one knew what the final result was. Did Mr. Thirteen of the Academy win, or did the last disciple of the Elder of Lanke Temple win?
Mo Shanshan stood under an old tree outside the hall and looked at the Taoist temple. When Ning Que consecutively used four talismans, her eyes suddenly became extremely bright. When the Buddhist hymn sounded in the hall and the Light of Buddha could be seen faintly, her eyes began to show a look of worry. When the Taoist temple returned to silence, she had probably guessed the outcome and returned to calmness.
Because she knew that people like Ning Que might be defeated or killed, but they would never be defeated or killed quietly.
The door of the Taoist temple opened, and Ning Que slowly walked out, supporting monk Guan Hai.
The Taoists watching the battle could not help but be shocked when they saw this scene, especially when they saw the blood on monk Guan Hai's face. They thought that Ning Que was indeed the one who entered the human realm from the Academy, and he could actually win so easily.
Of course, because of his relationship with Master Yan Se, Ning Que could also be considered half a member of the South School of Haotian. Therefore, seeing him win, the Taoists in the Southern Gate Temple could not help but show a look of joy on their faces.
After a brief conversation with He Mingchi, Ning Que and monk Guan Hai said a lot of useless things. He said affectionately that he would personally attend the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival at the Lanke Temple next year, and that he would definitely report to them at that time. Then, they said goodbye to each other and left.
When they walked out of the Southern Gate Temple, the snow fell again.
After walking dozens of steps along the foot of the imperial city, Ning Que's face was slightly pale, and his hand holding the big black umbrella was trembling. Mo Shanshan looked at him and thought for a moment. Then, she reached out and put her hand through his arm. It looked like they were holding each other's arms, but in fact, she was supporting his shaky body.
Mo Shanshan said, "Although Guan Hai is young, he has been carefully trained by the unfathomable Elder of the Lanke Temple for many years. His Dharma is profound, and his cultivation is amazing. In fact, he is already one of the few powerhouses in the Buddhism Sect. Today, you did not use the Talisman Arrow, nor did you use the bag left by Master Yan Se. You only used your own cultivation to defeat him. It really surprised me."
When Ning Que heard that Guan Hai was one of the few powerhouses in the Buddhism Sect, he thought to himself that he had actually defeated Guan Hai head-on. Just when he was feeling a little proud, he heard the word "surprised" and could not help but feel a little annoyed. He said, "Am I very weak in your eyes?"
Mo Shanshan looked at the falling snow outside the umbrella and said with a smile, "Because you are indeed very weak."
Ning Que was speechless.
Mo Shanshan stopped and looked at his side profile. She said seriously, "But you were very strong today."
Ning Que said seriously, "Thank you."
Mo Shanshan thought of something and said confusedly, "I always feel that there is something wrong with the three talismans you used in the Taoist Hall. With your current cultivation state and understanding of Talisman Taoism, you should not be able to write such a powerful talisman. The talisman I wrote before I saw the Great Blockage Formation outside the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine was just like that."
With her status and state, she was naturally qualified to measure other Talisman Masters with her own cultivation.
Ning Que then realized that the girl beside him knew far more about Talisman Taoism than he did. He could not help but feel a little uneasy. He thought that if she found out that he had used some strange method on those talisman papers, or even found out that he had used the methods of the Devil's Doctrine …
"That is not a talisman."
Mo Shanshan reached out and took a snowflake. Watching the crystal snowflake slowly melt in her palm, she said, "I understand. You are using your intent to make a talisman. Is this the legendary no-boundary spirit of the Academy?"
Although Ning Que was a student of the Second floor of the Academy, he really did not know what the no-boundary spirit of the Academy was. However, at this time, since Mo Shanshan did not think that he was using the Great Spirit to replace the Qi of Heaven and Earth, he would certainly not explain.
However, thinking of the four words "no-boundary spirit of the Academy", he could not help but think of the four words he saw on the stone outside the Wooden Door when he climbed the mountain that day. He silently thought that there was a deep meaning in these four words.
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(End of four chapters. This month has come to a successful end. Thank you very much for your support. There is a separate chapter in front. You can read it. In the separate chapter, I am very grateful to everyone. Today is off. See you tomorrow. I bow again to thank everyone. Good night.) (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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