Other than the hidden weapon, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows were Ning Que's most powerful weapon. It was more powerful than the Great Spirit in his body. It was because of the Primordial Thirteen Arrows that he could find hope in despair and even make his opponents despair when facing enemies who were one level higher than him.
With the help of the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, he had destroyed Long Qing in the depths of the Wilderness when he had just entered the Seethrough State. He had also been entangled with Ye Hongyu who had entered the Knowing destiny State for a long time. Without the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, he would have no choice but to admit defeat when facing Master Boshu and Cheng Ziqing, who were both at the middle level of the Knowing destiny State.
In the past, his enemies had different ways to deal with the Primordial Thirteen Arrows. Ye Hongyu relied on her meticulous and terrifying calculations during the battle. Long Qing relied on his unique experience and foresight. Master Boshu relied on the Yue laan Bell, a relic of Buddha. Cheng Ziqing even broke his Natal Sword. This method could only be used once.
However, Qi Nian's method was to use the ancient temple bell to distort the space. This was a powerful method that no one could imagine. Was this the highest level of the cultivation world?
No matter how strong one's willpower was, he should be in despair at this moment. But Ning Que did not. He drew his bow again, like a full moon that did not exist in this world. He keenly captured the imperceptible gap in the rhythm of the ancient temple bell and released the bowstring in a split second to shoot another arrow.
This time, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows found the gap in the rhythm of the bell. It was equivalent to finding the smooth and real space in the distorted space in front of the temple!
Facing this arrow, Qi Nian looked calm and determined. He did not move, but his Zen thoughts moved again.
Two extremely strong auras of Buddhism led the endless aura of Heaven and Earth to appear in the air beside him. Then, like two heavy doors of the ancient temple, they closed in front of him.
The iron arrow shot into the air that was as viscous as water, and a black figure appeared like lightning.
The speed of the iron arrow dropped sharply. It rubbed against the air at high speed and made a frightening sound. The body of the arrow burned and gave off a pungent smell of burning. Then, it finally stopped.
The iron arrow quietly floated in the air, three feet away from Qi Nian's face.
Qi Nian frowned slightly.
The iron arrow fell from the air.
Before the iron arrow fell to the ground, Ning Que shot the third arrow.
Qi Nian could no longer resist with his meditation. His hands, which had been hanging in the cotton kasaya, formed two residual shadows. He put his palms together in front of his chest as a Buddhist salute.
The invisible mountain gate in front of him, which was formed by the Buddhist aura and the Qi of Heaven and Earth, closed even tighter.
The iron arrow fiercely shot into the formless mountain gate.
A visible ripple appeared in the air in front of the hall, and then spread out in all directions.
The iron arrow was right in the center of those ripples.
Every circle of ripples represented a wave of impact.
Qi Nian's stone-like face changed slightly. It turned pale, then red, and then pale again. In an instant, it changed four times in a row, exactly the same as the number of ripples the iron arrow made in the air in front of him.
Ning Que's fourth arrow arrived.
This iron arrow hit the tail of the third iron arrow with unimaginable precision.
The two arrows collided with each other, making a clear sound of iron striking.
This iron arrow was like a heavy iron hammer in the Sixth Brother's hand. It smashed the third iron arrow deeply into the air in front of Qi Nian!
Qi Nian's meditation heart was slightly shocked.
He lifted his heels, and his shabby cotton kasaya danced in the wind. He quickly flew back thirty feet.
The straw sandals on his feet rubbed against the bluestone ground and scattered, leaving thirty feet of grass debris on the ground.
At this time, the second iron arrow shot by Ning Que just fell to the ground, making a light sound.
As the sound rang, Qi Nian's meditation heart was affected, and a stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
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The World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect was actually injured by the Primordial Thirteen Arrows!
People in the back temple were shocked speechless when they saw this scene.
Qi Nian looked at Ning Que quietly with a serious expression, but his eyes became complicated.
There was some pity, some regret, and some sorrow.
Ning Que did not know what the monk was thinking.
He just wanted to kill the monk.
So he did not stop and continued to shoot the fifth arrow.
Just when he put the arrow on the string.
Qi Nian moved his psyche again.
This time his psyche was not to defend, but to attack.
The attack of mercy was still an attack.
This was Qi Nian's first real attack today.
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A Buddha statue appeared in front of Ning Que.
He knew that this was his spiritual world.
Qi Nian's Zen psyche had already come to his sense of perception.
Ning Que knew how powerful his Psyche Power was. So even if he knew that the World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect had amazing Zen psyche, he was still not afraid.
He was prepared to use his Psyche Power to mercilessly crush the dhyana thought that the other had sent over and deal a heavy blow to the other. He was even prepared to use this dhyana thought to counterattack.
However, the next moment, he found that he had lost all desire to fight.
It was not that he did not have the will to fight, but he did not have the desire to fight.
In front of the golden Buddha statue full of mercy and peace, not only the desire to fight, but also the competitive and violent aura … all the negative emotions seemed to have disappeared.
Looking at the Buddha sitting in front of him, Ning Que's state of mind was peaceful, and he did not have any desire to fight at all.
Vaguely, a voice kept ringing in his ears.
"Lay down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha."
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Ning Que had told Master Boshu in the hall that he did not believe in Buddhism.
There were people in the Academy who read Buddhist scriptures and even Senior Brothers who practiced Buddhism. However, no one in the Back Mountain believed in Buddhism, or even looked down on the Buddhism Sect.
This deep-rooted belief originated from Youngest Martial Uncle and was carried forward by Second Martial Brother.
Ning Que followed his Youngest Uncle and admired his Second Brother. He also inherited the legacy of Master Lotus, who regarded the Buddhism Sect as a turtle. Therefore, even though he had learned Buddhism Dharma in the Lanke Temple, cultivated the Mantra Emblematic Gesture, and was touched by Master Qishan, he still could not believe in Buddhism and maintained a contemptuous attitude.
Even if a real Buddha dared to stand in his way, he would shoot him with an arrow or cut him with a knife. Moreover, the Buddha statue in front of him was just a fake Buddha.
Faith was the foundation of all Dharma in the world.
Disbelief was the foundation of breaking the Dharma.
Ning Que looked back at Sangsang, who was lying weakly on his shoulder.
If there was a Buddha, then this was the real Buddha.
Then he looked at his hand.
It was not a butcher's knife in his hand, but an iron bow.
So he stood up and pulled the bow again.
In the deepest part of the world.
Master Lotus' satisfied laughter could be heard.
The solemn Buddha statue in front of the iron arrow gradually disappeared.
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Only a moment had passed in the Lanke Temple.
Ning Que paused for a moment, but he still shot the fifth arrow.
Qi Nian's expression changed slightly, and then he realized that the disciples of the Academy were crazy non-believers. He could not help but sigh.
Ning Que's fifth arrow did not have a sharp arrowhead, but a small iron can.
He had used too many small iron cans in the autumn rain in front of the Red Lotus Temple.
He had used another one to deal with Master Boshu in the hall.
This was the last one.
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The air waves splashed, and the roar was like thunder.
The monks on the stone platform at the back of the temple were shaken by the blast, but they still maintained the posture of pressing their palms together and kept chanting the scriptures.
The beam in front of the hall was hit again, and with a cracking sound, it seemed like it was going to collapse.
The thick and invisible Mountain Gate in the air was finally broken.
Countless sharp pieces of iron whizzed past Qi Nian's body and pierced into him.
The old cotton kasaya became even more tattered.
Qi Nian's body was covered in countless wounds, and he was dripping with blood.
However, his expression was still calm and determined.
Ning Que pulled the bow again. His hands had begun to tremble, but his voice did not. "I don't believe in heresy, so I naturally don't believe in Buddha. If you are not willing to fight, then I want to see if I can shoot you to death."
At this moment, a bell rang from the back of the horse carriage!
Master Boshu, who had lost an arm, struggled to crawl in a pool of blood. His fingers touched the Yue laan Bell!
The bell in the Lanke Temple rang loudly.
The Light of Buddha that descended from the peak of Wa Mountain became thicker and fell on the black horse carriage.
In the horse carriage, the big black umbrella became thinner and thinner, and the ribs began to tremble and squeak.
Even the black umbrella showed fear for the first time in the face of the supreme Buddha's power.
Sangsang vomited blood again.
Ning Que's face was pale. He suddenly turned and shot an arrow into the hall.
However, this arrow was shot at Qi Nian!
Qi Nian had entered the Buddhist hall.
He sat cross-legged in front of Master Boshu, his eyes slightly lowered and his expression benevolent.
That black iron arrow was deeply pierced into his chest.
The tail of the arrow was still shaking at a high speed, making a soft buzzing sound.
However, Qi Nian's expression did not change, as if he could not feel the pain.
What was even more puzzling was that the powerful Primordial Thirteen Arrows could not penetrate this monk's body!
"The Dharmakaya of Acala!"
Master Qishan leaned against Monk Guan Hai's arms and looked at the iron arrow in Qi Nian's chest. He looked extremely weak, but his eyes were filled with shock. He murmured, "Ning Que, he has cultivated the Dharmakaya of Acala … give up."
Qi Nian raised his head and looked at Ning Que quietly, shaking his head.
He still did not speak, but Ning Que understood what he meant.
"You are much stronger than the rumors say, but you can't shoot me to death."
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Master Boshu sat in a pool of blood, his face pale but determined. He used his remaining arm to shake the bronze bell.
The Light of Buddha shone brightly. Sangsang, who was on Ning Que's back, kept vomiting blood. She seemed to have vomited out all the blood in her body. The blood she spat out was black and as thick as ink.
Ning Que pulled the bowstring and aimed at Boshu. His face was pale and his fingers trembled slightly. The bowstring that was pressed against his lips trembled, and a thin cut appeared on his lips.
A monk named Qi Nian was sitting cross-legged between him and the tree.
He had just entered the Knowing Destiny State and was able to force the World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect into such a situation, forcing him to summon his Dharmakaya at the cost of his Buddha's heart. This was something to be proud of. In a sense, today's battle finally proved that the Academy had defeated the Buddhism Sect. He did not embarrass the Academy.
But if the outcome could not be changed, then what was the point of everything?
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