Chen Pipi looked like a harmless, cute, and fat young man, but in fact, he was a very great person. So when he was determined to do something, if there was something that could make him lose his mind for a moment, then that thing must be something very great.
When his loose academy uniform fluttered despite the lack of wind and he raised his right arm to point a finger at the middle-aged monk, the skinny warrior monk who had been silently guarding the middle-aged monk all this while appeared before his finger. His face, which seemed to be carved out of steel, was indifferent and emotionless.
Chen Pipi's cultivation state was extremely high, but the warrior monk reacted faster than him. It could only mean that he was prepared and knew that the middle-aged monk would use the merciful and cruel Buddhism Sect's Blood Sacrifice. It also meant that even if the middle-aged monk did not discover that Ning Que had joined the Devil, he had already planned to destroy Ning Que by subduing the Devil during this trip to Chang 'an.
However, even if the skinny warrior monk was prepared and reacted extremely quickly, appearing in front of Chen Pipi's finger, he still could not stop the Natural Stream Magical Finger released by the Academy's no-boundary spirit. Because his face and his body seemed to be as hard as steel, but he was still a mortal.
So the warrior monk did not hesitate to pull out a sharp knife from his sleeve. He did not stab Chen Pipi, but fiercely stabbed into his lower abdomen.
With a puff, as if an arrow had pierced through a full skin bag filled with water, the sharp knife stabbed deep into his abdomen. The warrior monk's face suddenly turned pale, but his eyes were still firm. Without any hesitation, he held the knife handle tightly with his right hand and pulled it down. With a splash, blood flowed out.
The warrior monk's intestines also flowed out from the cut made by the knife along with the blood, giving off a faint heat and a pungent smell of blood.
The warrior monk's left hand was placed under the wound on his abdomen, holding the increasingly flowing intestines. He looked at Chen Pipi indifferently, as if he could not feel the pain coming from that place.
A drop of blood fell on Chen Pipi's fingertip.
He stared at the scene in front of him, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.
Chen Pipi had never killed anyone before. He had never even participated in a real battle. He had never seen a battle to the death, and he had never seen such a bloody scene.
In this life, he had only fought with Wang Jinglue in the Winter Garden of the Chang 'an Mansion a few days ago. Relying on the insurmountable gap in cultivation, he won easily and easily.
Chen Pipi had always thought that battles between cultivators should be so casual and casual. But today, when he saw the bloody scene of the warrior monk holding his intestines, he finally understood that a true battle had nothing to do with one's realm and strength, much less one's demeanor and bearing. It was only about victory and defeat, as well as life and death.
This warrior monk only wanted to disturb his mind a little, yet he didn't hesitate to sacrifice himself for a righteous cause. What kind of spirit and boldness was this worthy of respect or fear?
The warrior monk's face was extremely pale. He looked at Chen Pipi indifferently and said with a slightly trembling voice, "Mr. Twelfth, please understand the rules."
These two monks from the Yuelun Kingdom had indeed made ample preparations for their encounter on the street today. They knew very well that the Second floor of the Academy had never been a place that cared about rules in history. That was why they did not hesitate to gamble with their lives to try to shake this unruly rule.
For Chen Pipi, the bloody scene in front of him and the pink intestines in the warrior monk's left hand were undoubtedly an extremely shocking education. This kind of shock might not be able to change his views on rules formed by the Academy's education, but it was enough to startle him for a moment.
That moment was enough.
Because it only took a moment for the battle between the middle-aged monk and Ning Que to end.
The middle-aged monk's strength lay in his ability to subdue demons with a single thought.
Chen Pipi's fingertips trembled slightly in the morning breeze of Chang 'an.
At this moment, the middle-aged monk's psyche was all focused on Ning Que, and he had no defense at all. He only needed to touch him lightly to kill him. However, he knew that the invisible battle was over, which meant that Ning Que was already dead. If his Youngest Brother was dead, what was the point of doing anything else?
Chen Pipi's cheeks trembled, and he seemed to be in extreme pain.
He decided to kill the two monks in front of him later.
Although he had vaguely guessed that there was something wrong with the middle-aged monk's background.
Although he had never killed anyone in his life.
But according to Eldest Brother's words, Ning Que, who would not be short-lived, had died in such a short time.
Then was there any principle or rule that must be followed in this world?
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The fastest thing in the world was not fog, rain, or wind, but lightning.
People often used the term "faster than lightning" to describe psyche.
When psyche moved, no time could catch up with it.
Therefore, in the spiritual world, a lot of things could happen in a flash.
When the middle-aged monk dug his blood and smeared it on his face, and performed the Blood Nourishing Dharma, the space where Ning Que's psyche was located suddenly had many shocking scenes and changes.
The stone Buddha, which was dozens of feet high, had been standing silently behind the rain of stones. The straight line under its nose, which had not opened for thousands of years, suddenly opened at this moment, and then there was a mouth.
Two streams of blood, as thick as iron, flowed from the corners of the stone Buddha's mouth.
The two streams of blood did not drip to the ground, but ignored the rules of space in the real world and spread in all directions, gradually covering the huge face of the Buddha.
As the thick blood spread, many deep cracks appeared on the face of the stone Buddha, like cracked dry earth. However, soaked in blood, it looked more like thousands of bloody wounds on the bodies of thousands of people.
An extremely powerful pressure spread from the stone Buddha and spread throughout the entire space.
The solemn face of the stone Buddha was covered with countless tiny wounds. Soaked in blood, it should have looked ferocious and bloody, but instead, it looked more and more pitiful, as if the golden paint of an old temple had fallen off, leaving only mottled vicissitudes.
The blood on the face of the stone Buddha became thicker and thicker, and the supreme compassion became stronger and stronger. All the bloody war, separation, and all the negative emotions in the world seemed to be absorbed by the Buddha's face.
Only an extremely clean and pure world was left behind.
The dirt and stones that kept falling from the sky were purified and turned into white holy lotuses that filled the sky. They turned into countless petals that fell on Ning Que's body like a rain of petals.
A petal fell on his cotton jacket silently, but it quietly tore open a hole. Blood seeped out like hot and sour noodles and red soup that overflowed from the edge of a bowl.
Ning Que looked up at the sky and frowned slightly. With a thought, he mobilized the Great Spirit in his body and spurted it out from between his eyebrows. Wherever the Great Spirit went, all the lotus petals that came into contact with it would shatter.
However, the sky was full of rain and flowers. There were too many lotuses, so how could they be completely isolated from the sky?
The lotuses bloomed one after another, and their petals fell on his face and body. They cut open his cotton jacket and drilled into his skin, scraping off his flesh and bones.
Endless pain seeped into his bone marrow and then exploded in every part of his body. Finally, it gathered in Ning Que's brain, causing his sense of perception to shake like a tide. He was in extreme pain.
Feeding Buddha with blood was a powerful method of the Buddhism Sect.
However, the stone Buddha whose face was covered in blood after the rain of petals actually meant sacrificing himself to become a Buddha.
Sacrificing himself to become a Buddha and temporarily creating a pure land of lotus to purify all evil spirits. This method had already exceeded the scope of the ordinary Buddhism Sect methods in the world. It was the supreme state of the Unworldly World.
Only those with great perseverance, determination, mercy and evil could enter this wonderful state.
Even Chen Pipi, who had already entered the Knowing Destiny State, would face great trouble if he was sent into this pure land of lotus by the Bhadanta of the Buddhism Sect. He had to deal with it very carefully.
Moreover, Ning Que had just broken through the Seethrough State by the Daming Lake.
His state and his state of mind were not enough to see through the lotuses that filled the sky.
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The petals that filled the sky revealed a very clear intention of destruction.
Ning Que looked at the stone Buddha in the distance through the curtain of blood dripping from his eyelashes. After a moment of silence, he asked, "So you wanted to kill me from the beginning. This matter has nothing to do with me entering the human realm on behalf of the Academy, nor does it have anything to do with you knowing that I have joined the Devil in the Wilderness. You just want to kill me. So I don't understand. Even if you are from the Xuankong Temple, can you bear the consequences of killing me?"
The huge stone Buddha grinned with blood dripping from his mouth. It seemed to be laughing happily, but also crying sadly. It did not answer Ning Que's question and just kept silent.
"This is a duel that happened in Chang 'an. I killed you in a fair environment. There will be no trouble. The Tangs care about their reputation, and the Academy cares about their reputation even more. They will not vent their anger on Yuelun or the Buddhism Sect. On the contrary, in order to maintain their hypocritical spirit, they will keep silent."
The middle-aged monk's voice sounded outside the rain of petals.
"Moreover, it has been confirmed that Mr. Thirteen has joined the Devil."
Ning Que, who was covered in blood, looked out of the rain of petals and asked bitterly, "But before you knew I had joined the Devil, you were already prepared to kill me. Why? What have I done to the Buddhism Sect to make a Bhadanta like you decide to come to Chang 'an to kill me? "
"I have said that you humiliated my aunt in the Wilderness. Then you have humiliated Yuelun and the Buddhism Sect."
Ning Que said sarcastically, "I always thought that most people in the world are idiots. I did not expect that someone would dare to treat me as an idiot. How can that old woman Quni Madi make the Buddhism Sect dare to offend the Tang Empire and the Academy?"
The middle-aged monk's voice was calm and firm. "Of course there are other reasons. But when you humiliated my aunt in the Wilderness, today's ending was destined."
Ning Que wiped off the blood on his face. When his sleeves brushed past the deep wounds caused by the lotus petals, he felt an unbearable pain. However, he smiled.
"Monk, is your surname really Yang?"
Ning Que held his stomach and laughed out loud. Looking at the stone Buddha outside the rain of petals, he wiped his tears and blood and said with a smile, "If this turns out to be a romantic drama in the end, I will be so disappointed."
"There are many things that you do not know."
"Then can you tell me?"
"No, since you have joined the Devil, then I only need to kill you."
The middle-aged monk's voice sounded particularly ethereal in the rain of lotus petals, and then it turned into confusion.
"Two generations of the Academy have joined the Devil one after another. Is this the will of Haotian or the rotation of fate?"
Ning Que did not notice the great confusion hidden in the voice of the middle-aged monk outside the rain of petals.
At this time, his attention was completely focused on the rain of lotus petals.
He looked at the lotus petals that fell in front of him and thought of the dream he had a long time ago. He thought of Sangsang's white little feet. He thought of the countless nights that he had been kicked by her feet in bed over the years. His heart became sore, and then he began to get angry.
"I don't care how many reasons you have to kill me. But since you know that I have joined the Devil and have made so many pairs of my Sangsang's feet to kick me, I will definitely kill you."
He pulled out the big black umbrella from behind and opened it.
The black umbrella was like a black lotus, particularly eye-catching among the white lotus petals.
He held the black umbrella and stood in the rain of lotus petals, looking at the stone Buddha in the distance whose face was covered with blood.
He was like a tourist standing by the drizzling river with an oil-paper umbrella, looking at the willows on the other side of the river.
Then he said, "Buddha, I am coming to kill you."
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