Chapter 303: Fighting from the air, the power of the sky-shaking bow
The Shanzhi Lama pinched the Buddhist beads in his hand, and a calm smile appeared on his face, as if everything in the world was under his control. He raised his head slightly, his eyes filled with a hint of arrogance, and his body exuded aura that he thought was superior to others.
However, when the finger that broke away from the dark clouds appeared, the smile was like exquisite glass, shattered in an instant.
The finger penetrated the thick clouds and slowly poked out with unknown power.
This finger fell without the majestic momentum of destroying the world as imagined, without the shocking sound of the earth shaking, just plain, but with an unstoppable force, slowly crushing towards the position where Shanzhi was.
Shanzhi felt that the space around him seemed to be frozen by an invisible big hand, becoming sticky, and every inch of the air seemed to turn into thick glue, restricting his actions. His body trembled slightly, and he tried to move his feet, but found that his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and could not move at all.
This feeling was exactly the same as when he faced the old monster in Black Mountain for the first time. A strong sense of powerlessness surged from the bottom of his heart and quickly spread throughout his body.
At this moment, he couldn't help but recall the ants who overestimated themselves and tried to resist him, and a sadness surged in his heart. Once upon a time, he was high above, regarded those people as nothing, and fiddled with their fate at will. Now that the feng shui turns, I have become an insignificant "ant" in the eyes of the other party.
Faced with this finger that seemed plain and slow, but fell from the sky with endless oppression, Shanzhi's eyes were filled with fear and despair, his body trembled involuntarily, his legs became weak, and he almost couldn't stand steadily. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead and slid down his cheeks.
He completely collapsed at this moment, and all his will to resist was like a candle in the wind. He was instantly extinguished by the powerful deterrent force brought by this finger, completely losing the courage to resist.
Time seems to have become extremely long at this moment, and every second is as difficult as a year.
Sonji stared at the finger, his eyes full of despair, waiting for the judgment of fate.
A moment passed, Zuo Qianhu and others seemed to wake up from a long and terrifying nightmare.
They slowly opened their eyes, and what caught their eyes was the Shanzhi Lama who made them extremely desperate, but at this moment it was in a strange state.
A wide hole appeared in the middle of Shanzhi's broad forehead. Strangely, no drop of blood flowed out, as if the hole had existed on his forehead, and his body seemed to have been drained of all his anger, becoming shriveled and hollow.
Shanzhi Lama's body slowly bent, kneeled on the ground, and finally crawled on the ground, as if he was expressing his humble surrender to the master of this finger.
The blood droplets he brought were originally showing off his might, but in an instant, it seemed that his spirit was taken away by an invisible hand. They all had pale faces, their eyes were empty, and they had no chance of life. They collapsed to the ground like walking corpses.
"Brother Zuo, bring him up." Xu Qing's calm and indifferent voice sounded in Zuo Qianhu's ears. The sound seemed to have traveled through the boundaries between space and time, with an unquestionable majesty.
Zuo Qianhu was shocked and then came to his senses. He looked around and looked at the mess in front of him, feeling mixed feelings.
Under the blood Bodhi tree, Zuo Qianhu finally saw Xu Qing.
Xu Qing is still the same Xu Qing, still tall and handsome, and she is so close to him, but it gives Zuo Qianhu the feeling that it is far away from the clouds, as if it comes from another world.
In fact, Zuo Qianhu already knew that Xu Qing's power was already the top in the world, surpassing his mentor, the palace master of the Shangqing Palace in Laoshan.
However, those were just heard. Until today, when he witnessed Xu Qing's understatement but powerful finger with his own eyes, he had such an intuitive and profound understanding of Xu Qing's power.
In Zuo Qianhu's memory, Xu Qing was a young man with a tiger in his heart many years ago.
At that time, he never expected that this young man would one day turn into a real dragon, soar in the nine heavens, overlooking the sentient beings in the world.
The encounters in the world are really wonderful, and they can't be explained in just one or two sentences.
Zuo Qianhu secretly felt glad in his heart that the person with such powerful power was Xu Gongming. He knew very well that if this power fell on any person with evil heart, it would undoubtedly be an extremely profound disaster for the people of the world, and would bring endless pain and destruction.
However, before Zuo Qianhu could come back from the shock and emotion, Xu Qing threw the body of Shanzhi Lama into the bloody mouth of the blood Bodhi tree without hesitation.
The branches and leaves of the Blood Bodhi Tree danced excitedly in an instant, as if celebrating the beginning of this feast.
Zuo Qianhu couldn't help but be dumbfounded when he saw this scene, his mouth wide open, and his face was filled with shock and confusion.
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The blood Bodhi tree is raised with demons and flesh, and the Bodhi fruit is born, which is understandable by Zuo Qianhu.
In this world of cultivation full of mystery and unknown, many practice methods and methods are beyond ordinary people's cognition, but they are not unacceptable.
But in Zuo Qianhu's eyes, no matter how evil the Shanzhi Lama is, he is still a "person". He watched Xu Qing throw the body of Shanzhi Lama into the bloody mouth of the blood Bodhi tree without hesitation, and his heart suddenly became overwhelmed.
Even though the sins are so great that their hands are covered with the blood of countless innocent people, in Zuo Qianhu's deep-rooted concept, the bottom line of human ethics and morality cannot be easily touched. Even for such a person with extreme sins, such an "inhumane" way of dealing with them is still difficult for him to accept.
Xu Qing keenly sensed Zuo Qianhu's doubts.
He turned his head slightly, his eyes met Zuo Qianhu. At that moment, a trace of complex emotions flashed in his eyes. However, he still didn't explain.
This is the "devil" method, full of blood and cruelty, and it runs contrary to the kindness and magnanimity held by the righteous path. In the eyes of those who are righteous, such practices are undoubtedly deviant and irrelevant.
No need to explain.
Even using this method is indeed a mistake.
It was just invisibly that Zuo Qianhu felt that there was a deeper gap between him and Xu Qing.
He didn't ask Xu Qing why he did this, but he looked complicated and said things in a low voice, as well as his next actions. In the words, there is a hint of unconcealed loss and confusion. After saying that, he silently took the Demon Hunter and others back to report his life. His back seemed particularly lonely and his steps were extremely heavy, and each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of thought.
As for the Guo brothers, after saluting Xu Qing respectfully, they also silently followed Zuo Qianhu. They assisted Zuo Qianhu in the Monster Hunt Office under the order of Xu Qing. As long as Xu Qing does not have new instructions, they will unswervingly carry out their current tasks.
Xu Qing watched Zuo Qianhu go away, and his eyes followed Zuo Qianhu's back until the figure disappeared into the distant skyline.
The Xinyuehu had been hiding aside before. At this time, it slowly walked to Xu Qing with light steps. Its eyes flashed with a lively light, with a hint of curiosity and confusion, and said, "Why don't you explain? In fact, you are also trying to save the old friend, and this lama is no different from a demon..."
As a demon, Xinyue Fox has long been accustomed to this kind of thing. In the demon world, the survival of the weak is the iron rule of survival, and the scenes of the same kind of tragic traits and feeding on flesh and blood are common. In its opinion, this is just a very ordinary little thing, just as natural as a beast prey on prey.
But it also understands what Zuo Qianhu feels like. Although it comes from the demon world, it also knows that human society has its own unique moral norms and values, which is completely different from the survival rules of the demon world.
In the demon world, or even in the world of wild beasts, eating the same kind is for survival, which is a normal instinct. What's more, this is the trunk of the blood Bodhi tree. In its heart, it's no different from feeding a "dog".
Xu Qing shook his head slightly and said, "You did something, and then your friend didn't accept it. You have to press his head to tell him that I'm right. No matter whether the matter is right or not, this is not right."
His voice was calm and gentle.
He knew very well that true friends should understand and respect each other, rather than forcibly instilling their own ideas into each other.
Xinyuehu blinked, looked dissatisfied, and said, "You are just pretentious."
In its concept, the strong should be scruples. As long as they think it is right, they should do it boldly without caring about other people's eyes and opinions.
Xu Qing couldn't help but smile and said, "Yes."
He knew in his heart that pretentiousness requires capital, and only those with sufficient strength are qualified to worry about these seemingly trivial things.
If there is no strong strength to support it, even survival will become a problem in this cruel world, so how can we talk about the so-called pretentiousness?
Xu Qing didn't know whether his original intention was "human" or "demon". Are people determined by biological attributes or social relations? Even with his current state, it is difficult to give a definite answer.
A gentleman does not have a good fortune, and he will not succeed in his great fortune.
He really couldn't define it for himself. Because his current identity is too vague, he must shoulder the important task of seeking welfare for the people of the world, and strive to accept the transformation of his identity.
He has stood at the peak of his practice, possessing extraordinary power and lofty status, but for this reason, the distance between him and mortals is getting farther and farther, and it is difficult for him to empathize with them as before.
It can be said that he is now standing at the top of this world, overlooking everything in the world, but finds that he is becoming more and more out of place with the world.
He even occasionally thought that the practice of seeking the Taoist who was alone and focused on pursuing the way of heaven, the old demon of Black Mountain, resolutely cutting off all the bonds in the world may not be a better path to practice.
This is the biggest difference between him who cultivates into a demon and the seeker of the normal Purple Mansion Yuanshen path. Those who seek the Tao who achieve the soul of the normal enlightenment will firmly firm their own path early on, stick to their original hearts, and not be shaken by the outside world.
The way of the demon is completely different and is very susceptible to environmental and external factors. When you see Buddha, you will be Buddha, when you see immortals, you will be immortals... The demons have endless desire for joy, but they are still difficult to find their true self. Just like a mirror, although they can reflect the sentient beings in the heavens, they cannot see their true self.
Xu Qing knew very well that his path of cultivation was full of uncertainty. The characteristics of the devil's path made him constantly disturbed and influenced by the outside world during his practice, and he was always wandering on the road to finding himself.
If it weren't for the Taishi Demon Qi, Xu Qing's current situation would be even worse.
The existence of Taishi Demon Qi was like lighting a lamp in his heart.
Like the Buddha who burns the lamp, illuminates the past, illuminates the future, and distinguishes the present.
He has never disclosed these things to Feng Wu. Because he didn't want his wife to worry about him.
Sometimes he thought that if Feng Wu could really be "too supreme and forget his feelings", it might be a good thing for her. Without emotional burden, you can concentrate on practicing the Great Dao, and your achievements may be much higher than you are now. But how could he give up Feng Wu's "love" for him?
Because of "love", it is extremely precious and luxurious for any sentient being struggling in this sea of suffering. "Seven days later, I will give you Yankong a gift. During this period, you need to protect the Dharma." Hongfa Yankong said softly.
Xu Qing nodded slowly.
He understood very well, don’t think that if you accept the Shanzhi Lama, everything will be fine. The living Buddha in the Snowland is by no means an ordinary person. It can be said that his cultivation level is second only to the old demon of the Black Mountain, and even surpasses the two saints of Dayu.
The next battle with the living Buddha in the Snowland is the key to whether Yankong can be reborn, and it is another huge challenge on his path of cultivation.
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Near the capital, there is a quiet and mysterious area, and the imperial tomb stands solemnly.
The architecture of the imperial tomb is magnificent, and huge stone tablets and stone beasts silently guard the land, as if telling the glory and vicissitudes of the past.
Not far from the imperial tomb, there is an ancient temple.
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The walls of the temple are mottled, and the traces of time are clearly visible. Some of the bricks and stones on the walls have been loose, as if they will fall off with a slight push. The trees around the temple are lush and lush with branches and leaves, but they inexplicably give people a sense of depression, as if these trees are also suppressing some mysterious power.
In the temple, the living Buddha in the snow is sitting upright on the cushion. His face was quiet, his eyes were slightly closed, and his body exuded an extraordinary aura.
There were two borrowed magic weapons beside him, one was the evening drum and the other was the morning bell.
The body of the dusk drum is engraved with strange runes, and each rune is flashing with a faint light, as if telling the ancient Dharma. Those runes flow slowly on the drum like life.
The morning clock exudes an ancient atmosphere. The patterns on the clock are like mountains, rivers, and contain endless mysteries. If you tap them gently, you can make a distant sound, as if you can penetrate time and space.
When Lama Shanzhi left the capital, the living Buddha of the Snowland had already determined that this outstanding talent of Tantric Buddhism would encounter a disaster.
This catastrophe is also Xu Qing's catastrophe.
The living Buddha in the snow will defeat Xu Qing, the real "demon", like Sakyamuni.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a profound and unfathomable light appeared in his eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything in the world. "The right path in the Middle Earth mistakenly thought that my Tantric Buddhism was evil, but in fact I didn't know that we were the true compassion."
The voice of the living Buddha in the snow land was low and mellow, and slowly echoed in the temple. The sound seemed to have a magical power, making people involuntarily immersed in it. He slowly stood up, and his wide robe floated like a blooming lotus. Then, he suddenly pulled open his cassock and exposed his belly.
In an instant, a strange light emanated from his abdomen, and the light was colorful, like a dream. Loomingly, it seems like there is a "inner world".
There are many people living in this "inner world". They either laugh and play, with innocent smiles on their faces; or they walk leisurely, with light and free steps. Everyone was immersed in endless joy, as if all the troubles in this world had nothing to do with them.
Although these enjoyments are manifestations of illusions, they are extremely real to the people in it. They can feel the caress of the breeze, smell the fragrance of flowers, and hear the singing of birds. Moreover, these people live in the "Buddhist Kingdom" opened by the living Buddha in the snowy land in the way of their souls.
If one day the cultivation of the living Buddha in the Snowland reaches the level of illusion and falsehood and enters the realm of the Creator, then these illusions will also become real. By then, the people inside will enter the true Pure Land of Pure Bliss.
Even now, their flesh and blood will not be wasted, but will become the resource for the practice of the Buddha's country. More importantly, these "people" will no longer feel many pains such as hunger, cold, fear, etc., and they only have happiness in their hearts. They enjoy eternal peace and happiness in this illusory world.
In the eyes of the living Buddha in the Snowland, the way of Middle Earth is the real evil way. It teaches people to face the cruelty of the world and face the bloody reality, making people struggle continuously in the sea of suffering, endless and endless pain.
Letting people face the sea of suffering is by no means a good deed. In his heart, escape is the supreme wonderful way to escape from the sea of suffering. He is willing to find a way out for all living beings in the sea of suffering with supreme compassion.
He believes that he is on the mission of saving all living beings and wants to free them from the painful reality.
"Ring the evening drum." The voice of the living Buddha in the snowy area sounded again, with unquestionable majesty. The sound seemed like a command that could shake the heaven and earth.
Many lamas answered: "Abide by the Buddha's will."
When the evening drum sounded, the dull sound seemed to penetrate the soul and echoed between heaven and earth for a long time.
The sound was low and heavy, and each sound seemed to be a call from the ancient Buddhist kingdom.
At this moment, a figure slowly appeared in a dense forest several miles outside the temple, with falling trees blew.
This person is King Lin. He was wearing a jade pendant, which was a breath-retention talisman made by Master Tianling himself. Under its influence, King Lin's breath was almost gone, as if it was integrated with the surrounding environment. His body was hidden in the shadow of the earth slope, with only a pair of eyes staring at the direction of the temple.
For this action, he had used the roots of the Blood Bodhi Tree to hide near the imperial tomb for several days. In the past few days, he has entered a state of a living dead in the land like a hibernating insect, and every minute and every second is full of torture and tension. He did not dare to make a sound or make any moves, for fear of being noticed by the peerless strong man in the temple.
This is the most thrilling sneak in Lin Tianwang's life. He knew very well that the target of this assassination was a top-notch strong man in the world. This was not only a test of life and death, but also an extremely precious experience on his path of cultivation.
Whether he can successfully break through the Martial Saint realm depends entirely on whether he can escape unsuccessfully in this assassination operation. There was tension and fear, as well as a hint of expectation and excitement in his heart.
In his hand, he held the sky-shaking bow tightly, and the bow body seemed to contain endless power, as if the whole world was in his hand. His fingers trembled slightly, because the tension and excitement were intertwined.
Nine arrows hidden in the arrow bag, each of which exudes a thrilling luster. They seem to be waiting for a stunning battle, ready to roar out at any time and give the enemy a fatal blow. Each arrow is engraved with mysterious runes, which is a symbol of strength and the source of his confidence.
Wang Lin slowly opened his bow and strings, his arm muscles tense and blue veins swelled up, showing his inner tension and concentration. His eyes were firm and sharp, as if he could penetrate all obstacles and hit the target directly.
At this moment, his heart fell into unprecedented peace, life and death were no longer worth mentioning, and there was only one goal in his eyes - the living Buddha in the snow.
The moment the first arrow left the string, a powerful force spread around with King Lin as the center.
Within ten feet of radius, the fallen leaves that were originally falling quietly seemed to be under an invisible impact, shattered and turned into countless tiny debris, flying and dissipating in the air, as if playing a heroic music for this shocking arrow.
The arrow, like a meteor, was wrapped in a terrifying spiral energy, shooting towards the living Buddhas in the snowy area in the temple at a speed that was beyond the capture of the naked eye.
The air around the arrow body was compressed rapidly, forming a wave of air visible to the naked eye, making a sharp howling sound, as if it was a roar from hell, even drowning the sound of the evening drum.
At this time, the living Buddha in the snow seemed to feel something and turned around suddenly.
His movements seemed slow, but they also had an indescribable calmness and majesty. Just as he turned around, the arrow had smashed all the blockades until he was in front of him.
The cassock of the living Buddha in the snow is swaying like a bell under the impact of the powerful air current.
At the same time, the "卍" character on his chest was full of golden light, and the light illuminated the entire temple like a scorching sun. The golden light spread out quickly and condensed into a substantial golden bell seven feet away.
The surface of the golden bell is engraved with mysterious runes, and each rune is shining with dazzling light, as if telling the ancient Buddhist principles.
The moment when the arrow cluster collided with the golden bell, it seemed like the collision of two stars, bursting out with strong light and huge impact. Mars were splashing everywhere, as gorgeous as fireworks, and a wave of air exploded in the air. The wave of air spreads like a surging tide, surging towards the surrounding area, and wherever it goes, everything is razed to the ground.
The beams and pillars of the temple made a creaking sound under the impact of these powerful air waves, as if they were moaning in pain.
Dust on the beams and pillars fell down, and cracks began to appear on the bricks and stones on the walls, as if they could collapse at any time. The Buddha statues in the temple were also shaking in the air waves, as if trembling for this fierce battle.
And many lamas, as if they were not hearing it, continued to cast their seals and cast spells, and beat the evening drum.
The gaze of the living Buddha seemed to penetrate the barrier of space and saw King Lin.
The King of Lin also met the eyes of the living Buddha in the Snowland immediately.
This feeling was a tremor he had never seen in his life.
Just as Shanzhi saw Xu Qing's finger before.
At this moment, a feeling suddenly arose in King Lin’s heart.
Even if he is so strong that he is now, in the eyes of this "living Buddha", he is just an ant with strong strength.
No matter how strong the ant is, it is just an ant!
A sense of humiliation arises naturally.
With a full of anger, King Lin shot out the second arrow.
At the same time, a manuscript that illuminated the eternal night was burning beside King Lin.
This is the original manuscript of Xian Chaolu written by Xu Qing!
(This chapter ends)