There was a broken arm on the ground. It was the bronze bell left by Buddha. It rolled slowly on the ground and stopped in the sticky blood. The blood mixed with the brass color looked a little strange.
Ning Que's face turned pale after the two thunderous attacks consumed a lot of his cultivation. He aimed his bow at Cheng Ziqing, who was sitting under the stone statue of the Sword Garret. He made sure that this powerhouse from the Sword Garret could no longer pose a threat to him, so he did not shoot the second arrow. Because every iron arrow was extremely precious to him.
A simple arrow had heavily injured the number two of the Sword Firmament Pavilion. He was satisfied with the result, but he wouldn't look down on the Sword Firmament Pavilion. He knew that if it wasn't for Mo Shanshan's help, it wouldn't have been possible.
No matter how precious the Natal Sword was, it was not a real life. Ning Que understood this and made a choice without hesitation in the battle. However, not many cultivators could understand this in such a short period of time. That was why he admired and even surprised Cheng Ziqing's performance in the previous battle. It seemed that the legendary Sage of Sword was indeed worthy of his reputation.
There was a dead silence in the hall.
Ning Que was surprised by Cheng Ziqing's performance in the battle, but he did not know that his and Mo Shanshan's performance in the battle made everyone speechless. The Calligraphy Addict had entered the Knowing Destiny State, so had Ning Que. But they were, after all, young cultivators who had only entered the Knowing Destiny State for a few months or even a dozen days. How could they so easily defeat the famous powerhouse from the Sword Garret and even seriously injure the eminent monk from the Xuankong Temple?
The reason was that the Calligraphy Addict had become a Divine Talisman Master, who could basically crush all the powerhouses in the Knowing Destiny State. Ning Que also had the terrifying Primordial Thirteen Arrows, which could allow him to challenge beyond states. Moreover, the two of them had developed a tacit understanding of fighting in the Wilderness. So the seemingly impossible outcome was actually predestined.
Not everyone could understand all the parts of the battle, but they saw the Calligraphy Addict's attack. Quni Madi looked at Mo Shanshan and cursed her gloomily, "You will destroy the river along with the world!"
Mo Shanshan used her most powerful Divine Talisman of Life, which consumed a lot of her Psyche Power. Her face was slightly pale. Listening to Quni Madi's words and thinking about the future of the world's destruction, her body could not help but tremble slightly and her face became paler.
However, looking at Sangsang, who was on Ning Que's back and holding the black umbrella in the Light of Buddha, her expression gradually calmed down. She knew that she would not regret it after all.
Heavy breathing could be heard outside the quiet temple. Everyone looked over and saw that the Big Black Horse was drenched, dragging a heavy carriage behind it. There were two deep ruts behind the wheels.
Ning Que walked into the black carriage with Sangsang on his back.
The golden and jade-like Buddhist light enveloped the black carriage.
The Big Black Horse was frightened and speechless. It thought to itself that it had not been a vegetarian for a few days. Could this be retribution?
Ning Que did not know what the silly horse was thinking. He pressed his right hand on the cold wall of the carriage and activated the talisman array. Then, he kicked the Big Black Horse's butt and shouted, "Hurry up and go!"
The Big Black Horse forcibly suppressed its fear of the Light of Buddha and let out a long and violent neigh. It dragged the carriage and rushed towards the dozens of monks in yellow who were chanting on the stone platform in front of the temple!
Just as they were leaving, a small box flew out from the black carriage and landed in Mo Shanshan's arms. Mo Shanshan looked at the small box in her arms and thought to herself, what could it be?
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The Big Black Horse let out a long neigh and bared its white teeth. It violently rushed towards the monks in front of the temple, as if it was going to kill the Buddha and trample on the monks in front of it.
There were not many monks between the temple and the stone platform at the back of the temple. Most of them sat on the ground on both sides of the road in groups of four, chanting to maintain the ringing of the bell and the Light of Buddha array that enveloped Lanke.
Seeing the black carriage charging at them with the force of a thunderbolt, the monks on the road were horrified. They stood up one after another and dodged to the sides. However, they still maintained the posture of having their palms pressed together, and their chanting did not stop.
The monks' robes were in a mess and they parted to the sides like a tide, revealing the monk at the back.
The monk was still sitting cross-legged on the ground and had no intention of dodging.
The monk wore a tattered kapok kasaya. There was a thin layer of black hair on his head, with some white faintly visible. The hair was not sharp, but it was as determined as he was. It gave one the feeling that even if the entire sky collapsed, he would still be able to hold it up.
The monk looked calmly at the black carriage rushing towards him and slowly stood up.
When he sat, he was an ordinary monk.
When he stood up, he was a Buddha.
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The road ahead would see the Buddha.
There was actually a Buddha blocking the road.
The Big Black Horse was frightened and uneasy. But in the end, it was suppressed by its natural violent emotions. It neighed wildly and stood up. It bent its two steel-like front hooves and stepped towards the monk's chest!
The monk did not speak. He only looked at the Big Black Horse quietly and had an idea.
In an instant, the seventeen ancient bells of Lanke Temple rang even further and the aura of heaven and earth on the stone platform at the back of the temple became solemn.
A gust of strong wind rose from the monk's tattered kapok kasaya, carrying the gravel of the Far West Wilderness and spewing out.
The Big Black Horse neighed miserably and was swept up by the gust of wind and swept back!
The black carriage was pushed back more than a hundred feet by it and fell heavily on the stone steps in front of the Buddha hall.
There was a loud sound!
The black carriage returned to where it came from.
With the monk blocking the road, it could not leave.
It was said that Buddhas should be killed, but could Buddhas really be killed?
The monk's Buddhist name was Qi Nian. He was the eldest disciple of the Chief Preaching Monk of Xuankong Temple and the World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect. He was regarded as the person closest to Buddha in the world. When he appeared in front of the world, he was the Arhat.
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The black carriage fell heavily on the ground, smashing the stone steps into pieces. It was a mess. The Light of Buddha descended from the peak of Wa Mountain and shone calmly here. The atmosphere was sad and cold.
The Big Black Horse, who had fallen to the ground, neighed in pain and spat out blood and pink foam. It bent its front hooves and exerted all its strength with its hind hooves. It kicked hard on the rocks and finally stood up in the Light of Buddha!
Looking at this scene, Qi Nian was slightly surprised. He did not expect the dark horse to have such a strong willpower. Under such circumstances, it could still stand up and even dared to do so.
The black carriage was made of stainless steel and was the most precious legacy of Master Yan Se. Although the stone steps in front of the hall had been smashed into ruins, the carriage was not deformed. Only the door was broken.
In the overturned carriage, Ning Que also stood up. He helped Sangsang, who kept vomiting blood, and carried her on his back. Then he tied her tightly with a rope and took the iron bow off his shoulder. He looked at the monk more than a hundred feet in front of the carriage.
On the stone platform in front of the hall, dozens of yellow-robed monks from the Lanke Temple were still chanting Buddhist scriptures. The Light of Buddha fell from the peak of Wa Mountain. Without the guidance of the Yue laan Bell, the beam of light that fell on the black carriage became slightly dimmer. However, the Light of Buddha that enveloped the entire Lanke Temple became stronger and stronger.
The cultivators in the middle temple of Lanke had somehow found out that Sangsang, the Lady of Light, was the daughter of Yama. They all surged into the back temple and looked at the black horse carriage with shocked and complicated expressions. But no matter how they really felt, if the black horse carriage wanted to escape, they would definitely attack.
Ning Que guessed the identity of the monk.
Facing the powerful World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect, facing the Light of Buddha of the Lanke Temple, facing the cultivators of the entire world, probably many people would feel despair and even give up.
But Ning Que would not.
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If he did not die, then he would not feel despair.
If he died, then he would not feel despair.
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In the face of survival, there was never an option to give up. To Ning Que, this was the simplest principle, so he did not feel despair. What he had to do next was simple, just like what he had been doing all these years. He would try his best to survive until death came.
So he drew his bow, put an arrow, and shot it at Qi Nian.
His movements were steadier, faster, and smoother than before.
He did not know if it was because he was in the old temple, or because he had heard too many bells, or because the Light of Buddha was on top, or because the person in front of the carriage was a Buddha, but his movement of shooting the arrow had a hint of the tranquility of Buddhism.
Ordinary things, ordinary methods, like Buddha picking flowers, natural and without a trace of hostility.
Qi Nian looked at Ning Que's arrow and silently praised him. Then, he used his Zen thoughts again.
His Zen thoughts moved, and the seventeen ancient bells in the seventeen halls of the Lanke Temple moved. The distant bells suddenly became as solemn as thunder, and with the supreme power of Buddha, it reverberated in the temple.
The Buddhist bells in the old temple had sound but no body. The bells rang continuously, like waves crashing against waves. In an instant, it filled all the space in the back temple of the Lanke Temple.
The Primordial Thirteen Arrow was so powerful that it could almost ignore time, but it could not completely ignore space.
The iron arrow could suddenly appear from one place in space to another, relying on an unimaginable speed. In fact, the arrow still had to pass through these spaces.
When the bells were like waves, and the space in the old temple was beaten out of shape, then after the iron arrow passed through these spaces, it naturally could not hit its target like it would in real space.
With a slight bang, the white turbulence at the end of the iron arrow gradually disappeared.
The iron arrow also disappeared without a trace, and no one knew where it went.
Monk Qi Nian was still standing calmly in front of the black horse carriage.
After a while, the sound of a cliff collapsing in the distance drifted into the temple.
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The Buddhist scriptures once said.
Buddha was in the heart, and he was very close to the world. Even if one did not follow the precepts, and drank wine and laughed in the world, as long as his thoughts followed the principles of Buddhism, he could still become Buddha.
However, Buddha was very far away. Even if one strictly followed the precepts, and sincerely chanted, as long as one occasionally made a mistake, and did something that did not conform to the principles of Buddhism, one would still not be able to become Buddha.
The Buddha was right in front of him, but he was far away.
Just like Ning Que's arrow, it was already natural like Buddha picking flowers.
But he wanted to shoot Buddha in the world.
So the arrow could only go to the horizon.
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