Duan Rui's mind was almost completely blank. This unprecedented and unimaginable encounter made this Hundred-Flaw Heavenly Devil, who could stop children from crying at night, feel a familiar yet strange sense of weakness. It was like when he was young and faced with Killing Blade Su Meng. He couldn't defeat him and couldn't get rid of him. He only managed to escape successfully when the Devil Master attacked.
Shao Changge, the Brocade Weaving Cultivator, and Ying Ning, the successor of the Bodhisattva of Joy, were in front of him just now. He was in the vast green sea where cattle and sheep could be seen in the wind. Now, he was in the grey-robed monk, the sickly childe, and the fairy holding a sword. He was in the east flowing river and the iron chain across the water.
On the grassland, Shao Changge and Ying Ning stood blankly with their eyes wide open. They looked at the place where Duan Rui disappeared. Their mouths opened little by little but they couldn't make a sound.
What happened just now?
A hand suddenly appeared in the void and grabbed the Hundred-Flaw Heavenly Devil. As it floated, its breath was slightly revealed. The scene in front of it was inexplicably familiar!
After a few breaths, Shao Changge's pupils suddenly contracted and she shouted,
"Killing Blade!"
Killing Blade Su Meng!
There was no way she could mistake this familiar breath. Although she had never seen Killing Blade, her mistress had collected a Thunder Blade of Enlightened Apertures called Evil Ordeal. She often played with it and only destroyed it after she returned from the Ninth Heaven. The original owner of this blade was Su Meng. His breath remained on the blade and had never faded. She could feel it sometimes!
Ying Ning almost whispered, "River East."
That feeling was definitely River East. She was born in River East and trained there after she enlightened her Apertures. She couldn't be wrong!
The two spoke almost at the same time. Then they subconsciously looked at each other and combined each other's words. They came to a frightening conclusion:
Killing Blade was far away from River East and directly grabbed Hundred-Flaw Heavenly Devil Duan Rui!
In today's world, who could do that except Su Wuming who was omnipresent?
Was this a characteristic of the omnipresent legend or was there something else magical?
What realm has Frenzied Blade reached?
The two of them were scared out of their wits. They fled in a hurry and flew to the place where the Longevity Heaven came from. They were like two young heroes who were seeking the protection of their seniors after suffering a setback.
After blanking out, Duan Rui's mind was filled with countless thoughts. Soon, he recognized Master Wang, the Ledgerkeeper of Lives, and Jiang Zhiwei, the Taishang Supreme Sword. Then, he realized that the grey-robed monk in front of him looked very familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.
Ignoring the deathly stillness of his temperament and his haggard and exhausted appearance, this was a rather outstanding face. He had thick, dark, and neat eyebrows, and a pair of eyes that seemed to be able to suck in one's soul …
Suddenly, a realization surfaced in Duan Rui's mind.
"Killing Blade" Su Meng!
The Frenzied Blade Su Meng, who had dominated the world for more than ten years and did not lose his arrogance even when he was in a desperate situation, was a shadow in his heart that would never change!
"This is River East. He took action across half of the Great Jin Dynasty, the entire North Zhou Dynasty, and half of the grassland to capture me …" The previous realization and the current realization made Duan Rui's body tremble uncontrollably. His legs seemed to be unable to support him.
The violent and ferocious Qi flashed by and was immediately crushed by extreme fear. Duan Rui was not controlled, but he did not dare to resist or escape.
Wang Siyuan leaned back slightly, raised his head, and murmured to himself as if he was sighing,
"The Principles of Karma …"
Heavenly Primogenitor!
Jiang Zhiwei's eyes were shining with interest.
"I was soft-hearted in the past. I pitied you for having two souls in your body and being unable to control yourself. That's why I made all kinds of mistakes. There's still room for redemption, so I didn't kill you ruthlessly." Mengqi looked at Duan Rui and said slowly, "In the past ten years, I don't know how many people have died because of this. I satisfied myself with a moment of benevolence, but let others suffer. It's my fault. Today is the time to atone for my sins."
"Thump!" Duan Rui's heartbeat suddenly sped up. His body gradually turned cold. The approach of death terrified him. His mind was filled with mutilated corpses. These were all the souls of his subordinates. Was he going to follow in their footsteps today?
Duan Rui suddenly prostrated and said, "Senior, please spare me. No, Master, please spare me. Yuanjing's body is weak, and her children are young. They can't lose me. Please, please abolish my martial arts. Don't, don't kill me. Let me stay alive to take care of them."
Mengqi looked at him with indifferent eyes, like a real monk. "When you killed the innocent, did you ever soften your heart because they begged for mercy?"
With a bang, the fear in Duan Rui's heart exploded. Black gas came out of his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. His body suddenly fell into pieces. Broken limbs filled the air, and the smell of blood assailed his nostrils.
He used a secret method and tried to escape.
A sword light lit up and quickly divided into countless thin threads, forming a net that shrouded the black gas and broken limbs, shrinking into a ball of light.
The blood in the ball of light squirmed and Duan Rui appeared again.
Seeing that Mengqi did not attack, Jiang Zhiwei looked thoughtfully at the unhealed wound on his chest. She unsheathed her sword and easily restrained Duan Rui.
At this time, Wang Siyuan coughed twice and smiled. "You actually still have a chance."
Huh? Duan Rui was desperate and desperately grasped at the last straw.
"As long as you help us open the stone door at the back of Shaolin Temple, we will only abolish your martial arts, destroy your foundation, and suppress you under the Stupa Tower at the back of Shaolin Temple. You can see your wife and children once a year." Wang Siyuan mentioned harsh conditions, but compared to the death before, Duan Rui did not hesitate to accept.
Mengqi did not say anything, nor did he agree with Wang Siyuan's words.
Wang Siyuan secretly transmitted his voice. "The demonic skill he practiced is the reverse of the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture. It is very strange and has deep malice. If there is no power to suppress it and there is no way to vent it, he will go crazy and die in less than seven days."
This was the conclusion drawn from the failures of the condemned prisoners.
Jiang Zhiwei shook her head and laughed. "A fraud is a fraud. He can trick people into a trap without telling lies."
The conveyance light rose and they went straight to Shaolin Temple.
…
This time, Wang Siyuan did not try to hide from Shaolin Temple. He came to Shaolin Temple openly.
In the Great Buddha's Hall, eminent monks gathered.
"Master …" Mengqi bowed to Xuan Bei and did not say much. He just called him Master. His voice lingered in the air as if he was choking with sobs.
Xuan Bei wore a yellow frock and a red cassock. He looked at Mengqi with a kind expression and a lot of emotion. He sighed and said, "It is said that nephews are like uncles. It is true."
He stood out and turned to bow to Wu Si who was holding a nine-ringed staff. "Namo Amitabha. Your Abbotship, leave the Ananda Pure Land in the back of the mountain to me."
Wu Si did not object. He only chanted the name of Buddha.
Without having to hide, they soon arrived at the stone door.
The glazed light on the gate was flowing and the meaning of Zen was meaningful. The eight words "Do not enter this gate for those who are kind and righteous" were as pure as Bodhi and as strong as King Kong.
"Open the gate," Wang Siyuan ordered Duan Rui.
Jiang Zhiwei gently flicked the hilt of her sword. Traces of sword light burst out from Duan Rui's body and restored his power.
Duan Rui's eyes became dark. His breath was evil and filthy. His expression was twisted and ferocious. He stretched out his right hand and turned it into a black devil's claw, slapping on the stone gate.
When the black gas poured in silently, black and white appeared on Wang Siyuan's right hand and condensed into an illusory Ancient Book. He pushed it forward.
The seal of Buddha on the stone gate did not change. The glaze was still the same. But the gate itself moved backward and slowly opened, as if there was a distant response.
Behind the door was the same as what Meng Qi had seen in the Universal Fragment. There was no sun, moon, or breath, no wind, no clouds, and no mountains. There was only a pitch-black ground, dark red blood everywhere, and densely packed broken limbs.
Xuan Bei chanted the name of Buddha. The image of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva appeared behind him. He used the Sutra of Transgression to eliminate all kinds of obsessions and demonic spirits.
Wang Siyuan restrained Duan Rui again. He was worried that there was still a place in the Ananda Pure Land that could use his demonic arts.
With their current realm and strength, the journey was uneventful. They smoothly arrived at the foot of Mount Meru which was divided into seven layers. At a glance, the formations of Peace Quietude Split, Mortal Dust Fall, and Fruits of Karma were completely destroyed. It was either Han Guang's doing or Meng Qi and Wang Siyuan's doing.
It was impossible to fly here. Even without the tactical formation, Mengqi and the others had to walk along the mountain road. Xuan Bei walked beside him and suddenly said, "When I caused the Tang family to be destroyed, I also felt guilty and blamed myself. I didn't regret helping when I saw injustice, but I hated that I didn't do it well enough. If my enemy was not still in the world, I might have been completely disheartened and ended my life. Fortunately, the Crying Elder was still alive. His hatred and pain supported me to go on. Although I knew it was not in line with the Dharma, I dared not forget it."
"And because of this, your killing of the Crying Elder allowed me to avenge my hatred. I was no longer troubled by it day and night. Finally, I was enlightened. Today, I only have one wish, which is to one day master the mystery of life and death, resurrect my family, and give them a peaceful and happy life."
He said this not to express himself, but to tell Mengqi that he would get out of it eventually. If he couldn't bear it, then find a goal to support him, such as hatred! Such as the hope of resurrection!
Mengqi turned to look at his master. There seemed to be fire flashing in his eyes, but he soon calmed down and said in a low voice, "I understand."
At this time, they passed through the destroyed first six layers of tactical formations and saw the seventh layer and the peak of the mountain.
There were deep pits and cracks everywhere, full of signs of destruction. It seemed that there had been a war in a long time. If it was not for the Pure Land being destroyed and the mountain not collapsing, it would have been long gone.
Naturally, there was no trace of the existence of the tactical formation in the seventh layer.
Mengqi, Xuan Bei, Jiang Zhiwei, and Wang Siyuan walked forward slowly and carefully. Suddenly, there was a sigh in the scene of destruction.
"If the heart is not calm, the feelings are not fair. Even if it is the reincarnation of the mortal world, how can one see the Buddha after breaking the precepts?"
The voice was sorrowful and remote.
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