Unlike Monk Guan Hai of the Lanke Temple, who focused on the wonderful state of cultivation, this middle-aged sadhu, who stood silently by the street drinking water in his broken kasaya and straw shoes, came to Chang 'an with a very clear purpose. He wanted to destroy or kill Ning Que by challenging the person from the Academy who entered the human realm.
Ning Que had not rested for a whole day and night. He did not sleep or even sit down. He did not eat a single grain of rice or drink a drop of water. His mind and spirit were extremely exhausted. Facing such a terrifying powerhouse from the Buddhism Sect, it seemed that he would die no matter how he looked at it.
Yesterday morning, when he found that Sangsang had run away from home, and it seemed that he would never see her again, Ning Que encountered the greatest fear in his life. He even had the urge to die for the first time. When he scolded her in the middle of the night under the Yanming Lake, he also wanted to die like this.
However, Sangsang was still in Chang 'an. He finally made a difficult decision. How could he die at such a moment? If he died at this time, wouldn't all the suffering he had experienced before be in vain? If he died at this time, he might as well enjoy a night in the House of Red Sleeves.
The middle-aged monk wanted to kill him, but he did not want to die, so he had to kill him.
After all, the white lotus flowers all over the sky could not really be Sangsang's little feet. So, no matter whether it was the stone Buddha or the God hiding behind the rain of flowers, they could not stop him from holding the big black umbrella and going there.
As long as it was not Sangsang, who he could never defeat.
Then, if the God stood in his way, he would kill the God.
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The big black umbrella was so big that it covered both eyes and the sky.
The pure white lotuses slowly floated down. Some landed on the thick and greasy surface of the black umbrella and slowly melted into nothingness. Some landed on the surface of the black umbrella and were like dewdrops falling on the surface of a drum. With a snap, they sped up and bounced back into the sky. Even more pure white lotuses scattered in all directions in fear when they got close to the black umbrella.
Ning Que held the big black umbrella and walked toward the blood-stained stone Buddha in the distance. His pace was slow and steady, and his expression was calm and unruffled. He looked like a tourist who was walking on a bridge across a lake to pick willows on the other side.
As he walked, the rain of petals in the sky was disturbed. Tens of thousands of lotus petals dodged the slow-moving black umbrella and escaped in all directions, forming countless turbulence.
Tens of thousands of lotus petals whirled and danced in the air, flying up into the cold and lonely sky, then gently drifted down and landed on the face and body of the stone Buddha. This was because the sticky blood did not fly away after the lotus petals fell, and gradually covered the face of the stone Buddha.
Pure white lotus petals covered the face of the stone Buddha. Sticky blood seeped out from the overlapping edges of the petals, making the petals look especially clear and terrifying because they were so densely packed together.
Ning Que held the big black umbrella and strolled in the rain of withered lotuses.
He was getting closer and closer to the stone Buddha.
The middle-aged monk named Daoshi was indeed very powerful. His cultivation state and his application of the various techniques of the Buddhism Sect were all very powerful. He was even as powerful as the Tao Addict, Ye Hongyu.
However, it was a pity that he was a monk who used meditation to move people, and used meditation to kill people.
The person he wanted to use meditation to kill was Ning Que, Ning Que who was carrying the big black umbrella.
Ning Que did not have much fighting experience with Psyche Masters. That was why he was directly sent into the pure land of lotus by the middle-aged monk and entered an extremely dangerous situation. However, he relied on his powerful Psyche Power and the powerful physical strength after joining the Devil to overcome that moment of confusion, and then he took control of the situation.
In theory, Psyche Masters were the most terrifying existence among cultivators of the same state. However, the big black umbrella could block all invisible Psyche Power attacks, so Ning Que, who was holding the big black umbrella, was the nightmare of all Psyche Masters in the world.
Ning Que had great doubts about the reason why the middle-aged monk wanted to kill him, so he wanted to know the secret behind the scenes. That was why he used his physical body to bear the lotus and did not hesitate to use this pain to buy time to ask questions. Or perhaps he simply wanted to make himself feel more pain? Physical pain could often relieve some mental pain or annoyance. At this time, he was really annoyed to the point of breaking down.
Having made up his mind, Ning Que did not think about anything else and revealed his killing intent.
A strong killing intent passed through the umbrella handle in his hand and spread to the big black umbrella, and then to the space around him, causing the rain of flowers to scatter and cover the bloody face of the stone Buddha.
Because Sangsang ran away from home, the killing intent in his body had been brewing since yesterday morning. As he searched in Chang 'an, it gradually condensed and became terrifying. At that time, it almost overturned the entire Chang' an. Last night, it was dried by the night wind by the lake until it was as spicy and hard as sausages.
It could be accompanied with wine and could be used to kill.
Ning Que walked to the foot of the stone Buddha and carried the big black umbrella on his shoulder like a knife. He looked up.
The face of the stone Buddha was covered with dense lotus petals, and blood seeped between the petals.
The Buddha's eyes were exposed outside the petals, but the sadness and anger at the beginning had been replaced by confusion.
Ning Que looked at the Buddha's face covered with blood lotuses and was silent for a moment. His right hand hanging by his side was like a knife, and he chopped at the stone Buddha from thousands of feet away.
There was no sharp sound of the knife cutting through the air.
There was no knife aura that could cover thousands of miles.
The sparse rain of lotus danced gently.
There was no sound in front of the Buddha.
However, there was a deep knife mark on the Buddha's face.
The knife mark started from the Buddha's bun and extended diagonally to the lower left, cutting the Buddha's smiling lips.
The lotus flowers between the knife marks were crushed into mud, and the blood slowly flowed.
The confusion in the stone Buddha's eyes was quickly replaced by fear and shock.
The lotus petals began to fall from the stone Buddha's face. Perhaps because of the blood, each petal that fell would pull a small piece of stone down.
The lotus flowers gradually faded, and the cracks on the Buddha's face became deeper, already riddled with holes. However, the remaining eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips all cracked and peeled off into a rain of stones, falling to the ground.
It looked like the wind and rain of tens of millions of years were all condensed in this moment.
The stone Buddha suddenly collapsed, shaking up some smoke and dust. A few lotus petals.
Ning Que stood in front of the pile of stones with the big black umbrella.
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His psyche moved for thousands of miles, which meant ten thousand years.
The battle in the spiritual world had lasted for a long time, but on the real Chang 'an street, only a very short moment had passed.
At this moment, the warm intestine in the left hand of the skinny warrior monk who committed suicide by Caesarean fell out. Chen Pipi, who was pale, thought that Ning Que was dead. Then he decided to break his obsession and rules, and from then on began his bloody fighting career to destroy the Buddha.
After this moment, a breeze came from the street.
The breeze dispersed the steam coming out of the bun shop, blew the corner of Ning Que's clothes, blew his messy black hair, and blew the big black umbrella behind him slightly.
Accompanied by the morning breeze, Ning Que's body emitted an aura. This aura was full of the smell of life, but it was also so proud and confident, powerful and awe-inspiring to the extreme.
Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged monk beside the shop door.
With this glance, the middle-aged monk's eyebrows made a soft sound and sunk down.
The sound was very soft, but it sounded especially scary on the street in the early morning.
The middle-aged monk's pure land of lotus was destroyed, and the Buddha who sacrificed himself to become Buddha was destroyed. Countless Psyche Power was blocked by the strange big black umbrella, and his sense of perception was shattered at that moment!
The middle-aged monk looked at Ning Que in confusion, shock, despair, anger, and sadness. Two lines of blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth, and his throat made a hoarse sound. He struggled to shout in a weak and hoarse voice, "You really are … you really are Shroud …"
His words were urgent before he died, but he only had time to say the word "Shroud".
Chen Pipi's face was pale, and he fiercely flicked the wide sleeves of his Academy uniform.
The skinny warrior monk who blocked in front of him roared, and the sharp knife in his abdomen slashed. Blood sprayed all over the sky, and it sprayed towards Chen Pipi, trying to stop him for a moment.
Chen Pipi had already been stopped for a moment. At this moment, he was so shocked that he would not give him another chance. The Qi of Heaven and Earth in his wide sleeves vibrated, and it easily absorbed all the blood that sprayed towards him. With a tearing sound, the cuffs of his sleeves were cut into threads, and they shot out like lightning. Then, they turned into willow catkin that slightly curved and touched the middle-aged monk's dry lips, forcing the word "Shroud" back.
Ning Que was even more clear that he could not let the middle-aged monk reveal his secret before he died. The Great Spirit in his body exploded, and he rushed to the front of the monk, and slashed diagonally with his palm like a knife!
The edge of his palm did not touch the middle-aged monk's neck.
But there was a thin red line on the middle-aged monk's neck.
However, the middle-aged monk's head tilted, and it was about to fall off.
At this moment, the cloth on Chen Pipi's cuffs made a swoosh sound, and it circled around the blood line, tightly tying the middle-aged monk's head that was about to fall off to his body.
The warrior monk who was holding his intestines turned pale, and he resolutely turned back and squeezed into the crowd on the street.
Chen Pipi looked at the back of the warrior monk in silence, and he seemed to be hesitating.
Ning Que glanced at Chen Pipi.
Chen Pipi looked up at the sky.
The streets of Chang 'an in the early morning were still peaceful and joyous. Some people were buying steamed buns, while others were buying buns. Children blew on big meat buns, and carefully took a bite. As they chewed on the meat, they revealed happy and regretful expressions. They were happy for the fragrance of the meat, and regretful for eating it so soon.
Outside the bun shop, the middle-aged monk slowly sat down. No one knew that he was already dead, and no one noticed that there was a monk in the crowd who was holding his intestines and scurrying away.
Ning Que took out the arrow box, and began to assemble it in silence. He drew his bow and nocked an arrow.
He aimed at the peaceful and joyous street of Chang 'an, and shot a Primordial Thirteen Arrow.
The Talisman Arrow whistled through the air, and no one knew where it landed.
There were too many people on the street, and it was impossible to see clearly if the arrow had hit the fleeing warrior monk.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the distant street. Someone shouted in fear, "Murder!"
Ning Que carried the arrow box, and carried the black umbrella on his back. He walked into a side alley with Chen Pipi and disappeared.
The commotion in the distance quickly spread to the bun shop.
The timid but lively children screamed in panic, and called their friends to run in that direction.
The boy who was holding the steaming meat buns bumped into the middle-aged monk who was sitting outside the shop when he ran past the door, and the meat buns in his hands fell to the ground.
The child looked at the rolling meat buns on the ground, and was so distressed that he was about to cry.
The corpse of the middle-aged monk was hit, and his head, which was fixed by the cloth, fell gently to the ground. It rolled continuously, as if it was also a meat bun.
The child rubbed his eyes, and looked at the monk's head. He was so scared that he cried loudly.
Along with the crying, the peaceful and joyous atmosphere on the long street was swept away.
After all, the pure land was fake.
The real world was always so dangerous.
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