"Yunyan Mansion?"
"Yunyan Mansion!"
Zhangsun Jing and Wishful Monk's tone was different but they were equally surprised. They had just mentioned the Living Buddha and he had already come to them!
Had it been anyone else, they would have thought that Meng Qi was too arrogant. The gap between a Great Guru and the peak of the world could not be measured by reason. The Evil Prince's demonic skills were so terrifying that he had to flee like a stray dog when facing the Devil Empress. Many masters had been stuck at the peak of the world all their lives, never able to take that step!
But this was the "God-petrifying Sword" Meng, the Meng who had once killed the Evil Prince with a thunderbolt, the Meng who had done all kinds of incredible things!
After five years, no one knew exactly what level he had reached!
He was not an arrogant man, otherwise he would not have given up everything and lived a carefree life at the height of his power.
That was to say, he had enough confidence in his own strength!
They also did not believe that "God-petrifying Sword" Meng would misjudge the strength of the Living Buddha. He had been instructed by the Sword Emperor and had once joined forces with the Devil Empress.
The two looked at each other and thought of a possibility:
Could it be that after five years of hard work, he had become a Great Guru?
Considering his age, this was probably an unprecedented record!
Mengqi's hands hung by his sides, slender and fair. It was hard to tell that they were sword-wielding hands, but there was an indescribable sense of strength in them.
He slowly stepped out of the room, ignoring Zhangsun Jing and Wishful Monk, who seemed to be in a daze. He walked down the stairs and out of Xiaoxiang Restaurant, turning into the street leading to the Yunyan Mansion. With a smile on his lips, he leisurely surveyed the bustling scene around him, pretending to be indifferent.
The footsteps were approaching. Zhangsun Jing and Wishful Monk had caught up.
"Young, Young Master Meng, I have been looking for you for the past five years to thank you in person for your guidance. Unfortunately, there has been no news. May I know what you have been doing?" Zhangsun Jing asked cleverly after a moment of hesitation.
Mengqi replied half-truthfully, "Watching the sunrise, gazing at the stars, thinking about the round sky and the flat earth."
"Well, what a leisurely and leisurely life." Zhangsun Jing gave a dry laugh. He was a person who loved to be in a lively situation, and he felt that Mengqi's answer was too understated, completely missing the real point.
However, since the other party didn't want to talk about it, there was no need for him to ask.
Mengqi tilted his head and looked at him. "What? You don't believe me? "
"Not at all. It's just that I like to hang out with friends, drink wine and eat meat. I can't enjoy this kind of life." Zhangsun Jing hurriedly explained.
Wishful Monk nodded. "To be able to dispel impetuosity and watch the sun and admire the stars, even if Benefactor Meng is not a Buddhist, you still possess some Buddhist qualities."
He had fought with Mengqi before, so he naturally knew that Mengqi might be a Buddhist.
"I don't like what you're saying …" Mengqi raised an eyebrow. He knew that Wishful Monk did not mean it, so he said nothing more and continued strolling towards the Yunyan Mansion.
When they arrived at the Yunyan Mansion, they found four Imperial Guards standing guard outside. Two men dressed as Western invaders stood inside.
"This is the Mansion of Ambassadors. If you have no business here, please stay away." One of the Imperial Guards shouted.
"I heard that the current Living Buddha is here, so I'm here to listen to his teachings." Mengqi replied with a smile.
After hearing that the Living Buddha could also pull people into Samsara, Meng Qi was determined to fight with the Living Buddha.
All this time, he had been brooding over the possibility that he might have had something to do with Ananda in his previous life. However, the Supernatural Power of Shaking Heaven and Hitting Earth could not awaken his own memories of Samsara unless he had the help of someone who had been entangled with him for generations. Now that such an opportunity had presented itself, how could he let it go?
As for the Living Buddha's promise to release him from purgatory … Haha, am I such a petty person?
The Imperial Guard was so angry that he laughed. "How could the Living Buddha be in the Yunyan Mansion? Get out, get out!"
"I am God-petrifying Sword." Mengqi introduced himself.
"God-petrifying Sword? What God-petrifying Sword … "The Imperial Guard suddenly stuttered. The guards at the door looked at each other in dismay.
After a while, one of the guards said in fluent Central Plains Chinese, "Please wait a moment."
He turned around and went straight into the depths of the Yunyan Mansion.
Several Imperial Guards and the remaining guards looked at Mengqi with shifty eyes. Although five years had passed, the name of 'God-petrifying Sword' Meng was still as legendary as ever.
He escorted Lu Guan to the capital city for thousands of miles and killed countless people with his sword; he sneaked into the Yunyan Mansion and kidnapped the real envoy; he defeated Violet Blade with one move and said that he did not deserve to use a sword; he broke into the Imperial Palace at night and killed the Evil Prince with Sky Thunder; he attacked the Crown Prince's Mansion and killed the Crown Prince under the protection of so many masters … Each of these deeds was enough to spread in Jianghu for many years, not to mention that they all happened to the same person in such a short time!
"Since the young master lived in seclusion, there have been people impersonating the name 'God-petrifying Sword' every year. Unfortunately, none of them made it to the public." Zhangsun Jing thought of an interesting story. "The most outrageous one was that the young master impersonated Leng Jun and tried to beg a chivalrous woman, but was defeated by her in two or three moves …"
Mengqi listened with great interest, which indirectly confirmed his reputation.
"The envoy invites the three of you in." The guard from the Western invaders hurried back and looked at Mengqi in what he thought was a covert way, wondering why he dared to come here when he knew that the Living Buddha wanted to release him from purgatory!
Following the guard, Mengqi and the others entered the Yunyan Mansion. Not a single blade of grass or tree had changed much.
The parlor of the Yunyan Mansion was large, and there were many people inside. But Meng Qi's eyes naturally locked onto one of them.
He sat in the middle of the room, bare-armed and dressed in the unique clothing of the Buddhist sects beyond the Great Wall. He was tall and handsome, with skin as smooth as jade. It was impossible to tell his age, but there was a strange charm about him. His eyes were crystal clear, but if you looked into them, you would find swirls in them, like the ripples on a lake.
At the same time that Meng Qi looked at him, he also saw Meng Qi. He felt that Meng Qi's eyes were so deep and dark that he could not see the bottom of them. It was like the night sky without the stars and moon.
"He is indeed the Living Buddha …" Zhangsun Jing narrowed his eyes. He had seen this man from afar during the fierce battle with the Western invaders. Unfortunately, Sword Emperor did not fight back then, so he could not see the Grand Sun Anti-Fire Wheel and the rumored Secret Technique.
When their eyes met, Mengqi and the Living Buddha could no longer see anything around them. They could only see each other and their Qi dynamic. But Zhangsun Jing and the others were gradually outlined in the lake of their hearts.
"I heard that the Living Buddha wants to release me from purgatory, so here I am." Mengqi took a step forward, and his aura changed abruptly, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life, distant and vast.
The Living Buddha slowly rose to his feet and said in a strange Central Plains dialect, "Exorcism is the only way to defend the Dao."
He stood there as if he was the center of everything, overlooking the cycle of reincarnation, like a real Buddha.
At the same time, the two of them unleashed their secret psychic arts!
The sky near the Yunyan Mansion, which was originally a clear blue, had suddenly darkened. It was not the kind that would rain, but the eerie darkness of swirling black circles. It was like the rumored hell, from which evil spirits seemed to crawl.
The world changed abruptly. Zhangsun Jing, Wishful Monk, the envoy of the Western invaders, and the parlor of Yunyan Mansion disappeared before Mengqi's eyes and found himself in a narrow room.
The room could only fit a bed and a table. If there was an extra chair, it would be difficult to get in and out.
His clothes were packed in a box behind the door. Every time he went out, he could only open a small gap, just enough for one person.
"This was the rented room in his previous life when he was at his lowest …" Mengqi was not shocked. First, he was mentally prepared, and second, he had not forgotten this feeling until now.
He turned on the computer in front of him. Countless green letters appeared on the screen, jumping around and finally condensing into an image.
In the image was a highly respected old man, who had studied the scriptures and Dharma.
Without any external observation, Mengqi naturally knew that he was the Living Buddha, the Living Buddha's previous life.
The old man turned his head, and their eyes met. The environment suddenly changed. Uncontrollable grief and anger rose in Mengqi's heart. Tears streamed down his cheeks. In front of him was a building in a sea of fire. Beside it stood a Japanese soldier. His pregnant wife was lying on the ground, her belly cut open and the fetus lifted.
Mengqi clenched his teeth. He could no longer show weakness. With a groan, he lunged forward. Bang!
A gunshot rang out, and everything went dark.
Inside the dancing flames was another world. A kind-looking old lady was sitting in the temple, praying for her children and grandchildren. Unconsciously, she stopped breathing, her expression serene.
Anger, hatred, and fear reappeared. Meng Qi saw that he was locked in a bamboo cage and was being carried to the pond.
"You're not married yet, but you've already committed adultery. You deserve to be drowned in a pig cage!" His parents, who usually doted on him, had changed their expressions. Their expressions were ferocious, as if they wanted to swallow him alive.
The bamboo cage sank, and cold water seeped into his nose. In the reflection of the fire, there was another scene. A girl was kidnapped by bandits and was brutally humiliated. She tried to commit suicide several times, but was always saved. In the end, she saw through the world of mortals and became a Buddha.
Again and again, Mengqi experienced the reincarnation of a Taoist priest, a scholar, and an ordinary woman. The Living Buddha also changed into a butcher, an eagle, and a general.
The further he went, the fewer the memory fragments, and the shorter the scenes.
Suddenly, Mengqi's eyes went blank, as if he had reached the beginning of the reincarnation.
Nothing at all?
No Ananda?
On the other side of the blank, the Living Buddha was still going back in time, and in each life, his heart was directed towards the Dharma.
As he approached the beginning, his body gradually turned into colored glass, and a big sun rose slowly behind him.
After both sides pulled each other into the past life's memories, there was no way to be friendly. There must be an ultimate showdown, or else they could not get rid of this situation and would sink into it forever.
Mengqi knew this, and so did the Living Buddha!
But now, Mengqi had reached the beginning, and everything was normal. The Living Buddha became more and more zen, and the big sun behind him seemed real.
It was obvious who would win and who would lose!
Inside the Yunyan Mansion, Zhangsun Jing and the others saw the Living Buddha's hands forming a sun wheel. His whole body seemed to be blooming with light, as if the big sun had descended.
"The big sun has descended. Has the Living Buddha finally reached the highest level?" The envoy was pleasantly surprised.
Mengqi, who was looking at the Living Buddha, was lifeless like a soulless shell!
"What should we do?"
"Should we forcefully interrupt him?"
Zhangsun Jing and Wishful Monk looked at each other, feeling that the situation was not good for the Awakening Celestial Sword Meng.
Just then, Zhangsun Jing saw Mengqi sigh. He raised one hand, pointing to the sky, and the other pointing to the ground.
His whole body seemed to grow taller, filling up the heaven and earth, giving people an incomparable feeling!
What is this? Everyone looked at him in astonishment.
In the spiritual world of both sides, the big sun behind the Living Buddha became more and more obvious, and when it was getting closer and closer to being solid, they suddenly realized that Mengqi had disappeared, and in his place was a golden Buddha statue. It was so huge that it seemed to fill up the three thousand Boundless Realms. With one hand pointing to the sky and the other to the ground, it showed great peace, great mercy, and great liberation!
Since Mengqi dared to come, he must have a trump card to save his life.
After opening the Nine Apertures of the Eight Nine Mysteries, he could slightly simulate the aura of the first style of The Buddha's Palm! It could be used to destroy the Living Buddha's soul!
At this moment, the golden Buddha spoke in a majestic and compassionate voice.
"The sea of bitterness has no bounds, repent and you will be saved!"
The Buddha's voice was like thunder. The Living Buddha's eyes froze, and the big sun swayed.
"The sea of bitterness has no bounds, repent and you will be saved!"
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