Ning Que had no experience in fighting with a Psyche Master.
But he had a lot of fighting experience.
So when the quiet and joyful street in the morning, the steaming steam from the bun shop, the happy children, the dull adults, and the whole of Chang 'an disappeared in front of him, he did not panic. Instead, he made the fastest reaction.
He closed his eyes and pulled out the hatchet at his waist. He recalled the last scene he saw before he closed his eyes and chopped forward according to the traces left in his mind.
The blade broke through the wind. It was not sharp, and the blade still had wood shavings from the Old Brush Pen Shop. It accurately chopped between the middle-aged monk's eyebrows, not even one eyebrow away.
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The grave in front of Ning Que was very far away, thousands of miles away.
But it was very close, right in front of him.
He pulled out the slender podao behind him and chopped down. The blade, which seemed to still have grass shavings from the Shubi Lake, accurately chopped the grave. From thousands of miles away to one step in front of him, he did not miss an inch.
However, this seemingly unstoppable chopping fell on the lonely grave, but it could not cut it open. Countless sparks flew between the blade and the grave, forming a line of fire.
There was a gap on the slender podao waist.
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On the street of Chang 'an in the morning, the middle-aged monk did not seem to see the hatchet chopping toward his eyebrows against the morning wind. He looked forward calmly, his eyes focused and firm.
The skinny warrior monk who had been standing beside him turned his wrist, and an iron staff made of refined iron whistled through the air. The end of the staff was deeply inserted into the bluestone, and the body of the staff blocked in front of the knife.
There was a dull sound of collision.
Ning Que closed his eyes, bent his knees slightly, and stood on tiptoe. He used the rebound force to float half a foot to the middle of the street. He held the hatchet horizontally in front of him, his wrist slightly trembling, and his face slightly pale.
Chen Pipi, who was watching the fight, frowned slightly.
A Psyche Master or a Sword Master walking in the world would always be accompanied by a Martial Cultivator with strong close combat skills. This arrangement had already become a recognized rule in the cultivation world. The skinny warrior monk helping the middle-aged monk deal with the threat in close combat did not violate the rules of the duel.
Chen Pipi did not know that Ning Que's understanding of the rules of the cultivation world was close to that of an idiot. He was not angry at the fact that two monks from the White Tower Temple attacked Ning Que alone. The reason why he frowned had nothing to do with the skinny warrior monk's attack. It was because of the pedestrians on the street and the scenery.
The child was still happily tearing the wet paper that was softened by the steam from the meat bun.
The man in the bun shop was still there, coldly and proudly collecting the copper coins and sorting the buns into the bamboo baskets of the neighbors. The sound of his collecting was even quieter than the steam coming out of the steamer.
Among the neighbors surrounding the steamer, some were angrily reprimanding the outsiders who cut the queue, some were talking about the results of last night's card game with their neighbors, and some were talking about a certain rumor in the palace in a low voice. When the freshly taken buns were served, all the conversations stopped abruptly and turned into a lively scramble for the buns.
No one noticed the two foreign monks on the street, and no one noticed that two teachers from the back of the mountain of the Academy had appeared in the human world. No one even noticed that there was a silent, tragic and dangerous duel going on on the street. The street was still noisy and lively, so it was peaceful and joyful.
This was no longer the case of being in the mortal world and being outside the Three Realms.
Instead, it was using Zen to move the mind and build an iron threshold in front of the common people.
Chen Pipi did not expect the nameless middle-aged sadhu from the White Tower Temple to have such a strong state of Zen Psyche. He could not help but start to worry about Ning Que.
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Ning Que floated back a few steps.
The lonely grave that was thousands of miles away became clearer in his eyes.
The grave was made of ordinary bluestone and clay. There was nothing special about it. However, there was not a single mark left on it when he slashed it with his knife.
Thousands of miles of lonely grave, there was nowhere to talk about desolation.
Looking at the lonely grave, he felt more and more desolate and cold, as if the heat in his body was escaping into the air.
However, standing in the spiritual world, there was no real body.
Ning Que looked at the lonely grave that was thousands of miles away. He knew that the coldness and loneliness coming from the grave were the means of the middle-aged monk's Psyche Power attacking him in the spiritual world.
This kind of Buddhism Sect method was very clever, and could even be said to be magical.
The middle-aged monk's Psyche Power seeped in wisps like the spring breeze and rain. It was peaceful and upright to the extreme, but it was also dangerous to the extreme. It was the silent meaning of expiation, making you sing and dance with it, or meditate with it, or fall into your emotions and be unable to extricate yourself.
If it was someone else, even if their mind was purer and stronger than Ning Que's, facing such a Buddhism Sect Zen Psyche attack, they might not even know how to deal with it.
However, Ning Que had once passed through the spiritual world of Master Lotus.
Master Lotus was well-versed in Buddhism, Taoism, and the Devil's Doctrine. He had chanted sutras in the Xuankong Temple and was a Dharma Protector of the Front Gate of the Buddhism Sect. His academic achievements were shocking. Although he was already dying when he passed through the spiritual world of Ning Que, and his Psyche Power was far weaker than the middle-aged monk from the White Tower Temple, his spirit and state were much stronger than the middle-aged monk's. The kind guidance hidden in his Zen Psyche was even more charming.
It was difficult for a swimmer who had fought in the sea and storm to drown in a stream. He had seen the wonderful state of a seventy-petaled lotus, and every petal was fragrant. How could he be affected by a grave?
Ning Que was expressionless in front of the loneliness of the lonely grave. He was unmoved and expressionless.
He guarded his heart and silently concentrated his psyche. He abandoned the knife in his hand and used his Psyche Power to create terrifying invisible knives bigger than mountains in the air. He slashed at the grave again.
No matter how hard the lonely grave was, it was instantly broken.
It was not broken by the knife, but by the mountain-like knives!
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The hot steam from the bun shop was blown to the street by the wind and the crowd who were carrying the buns.
The white steam shrouded the middle-aged monk and Ning Que's bodies.
It was as if the clouds were suddenly not in the human world.
Ning Que loosened his right hand and the hatchet slipped from his hand. It fell to the ground and made a soft sound.
He closed his eyes and stood in the sea of clouds in the human world, silent and motionless.
The middle-aged monk's face suddenly turned pale and his body trembled violently. It was as if he was going to lie down in the sea of clouds at any time and never go back after getting drunk.
The palms that were joined together slowly and firmly came together.
The steam and clouds on the street gradually calmed down.
The middle-aged monk finally stabilized his body and did not fall.
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The lonely grave was crushed into countless gravel by Ning Que's knife and flew all over the sky.
After the rain of gravel, a huge stone Buddha that was dozens of feet high appeared in the air.
The stone Buddha had a kind face and a compassionate expression. There seemed to be thunder and lightning brewing in its open eyes. It was indescribably indifferent and majestic, full of sorrow and anger towards the person in front of it.
Sorrow and anger seemed to be two emotions that could not be reconciled.
But at the same time, the stone Buddha's face was perfect.
Pity for his misfortune and anger for his incompetence.
The stone Buddha's lips were tightly closed, like a line, a shallow line carved by a knife, as if it had not opened its mouth for thousands of years.
Ning Que looked at this line and thought of the beautiful thin red lips of the girl in white.
The stone Buddha did not speak.
But a Buddhist hymn sounded between heaven and earth. It was a monosyllabic word with an unknown meaning, but it was powerful and ancient.
The gravel fell violently like rain and hit the ground.
Ning Que looked up at the sky and saw the falling stones, not knowing how to deal with it.
The sky full of gravel fell like rain, landing on his body, landing on his face.
The pain of his real body was clearly transmitted to his sense of perception, making him realize that every part of his body and his internal organs were suffering from the attack of the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
At this moment, he thought of the scene where Lyu Qingchen killed the scholar at the entrance of Northern Mountain Road.
The scholar had already joined the Devil and died.
Ning Que had joined the Devil, but he had really joined the Devil.
How could the attack of the Qi of Heaven and Earth kill him?
So there was only pain, nothing else.
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The steam from the bun shop was still drifting to the street.
The middle-aged monk stood among the clouds, his eyes becoming more and more serene. In the deepest part of his eyes, a burning light began to condense and burn. The burning light was shock, anger, and killing intent.
He did not expect that Ning Que from the Academy, who had never been famous for his Psyche Power, could have such a powerful Psyche Power. When he attacked Ning Que's sense of perception with his Psyche Power, Ning Que could so easily dissolve the silence of the lonely grave.
However, what shocked him more was that the stone rain in the spiritual world was a direct attack on the cultivator's body by the Qi of Heaven and Earth controlled by his Psyche Power. Even so, he could not hurt Ning Que!
With such a horrible physical strength, and obviously not formed by the Protective Genuine Qi of a powerhouse at the Peak of Martial Arts, there was only one reason, and that was the source of the middle-aged monk's shock and killing intent.
The middle-aged monk's palms were originally put together, but now they gradually separated.
He dug a bloody hole from his right palm with his left index finger.
Then he tore off a piece of flesh expressionlessly.
After that, his dark cheeks became paler, and his eyes showed signs of aging. His wrinkles were like layers of garbage washed away by the rain, and he looked extremely withered.
He slowly smeared the blood and flesh from his right palm onto the withered face.
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This was not the evil skill of the Devil's Doctrine, the Blood Emblematic Gesture.
It was the most powerful and decisive Blood Offering to Buddha of the Buddhism Sect.
A disciple of the Buddhism Sect who used this skill, no matter how high his state was, would most likely die.
No disciple of the Buddhism Sect would use such a method that violated the mercy of the Buddhism Sect, if not for the collapse of the mountain gate or the enmity of a thousand generations.
When the middle-aged monk smeared the blood on his face, Chen Pipi immediately reacted. He was extremely shocked, wondering what kind of hatred did this person have for his Youngest Brother that he wanted to kill him!
At such a dangerous moment, as a disciple of the Academy, he did not care about the rules.
The loose academy uniform on his body fluttered even though there was no wind, like a flag.
He slightly bent his index finger, and the Natural Stream Magical Finger was about to attack the middle-aged monk according to the no-boundary spirit of the Academy.
However, something happened at this moment.
That thing stunned Chen Pipi for a moment.
And the victory or defeat of a battle in the spiritual world often only needed a moment.
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