Chapter 807: Stand up
“Flesh and skin, the basis of reincarnation, replacement for hundreds of lives, endless pain. However, it is difficult for Buddhas to endure a hundred calamities, without self or form, using pain as practice, and reincarnation as nirvana; every life, every time In this life, do not live in life and death, do not think about reincarnation. In the midst of life and death, observe the emptiness of life and death, in the midst of reincarnation, reflect the silence of reincarnation..."
The Sutra of Hundred Calamities resounded in the sky above Xuanmeng Square.
This is not what Huijue thought, but what Fu Qingzhou said.
The stars were flowing in his three eyes, and his face was calm and thoughtless, full of divinity, but there was a strong blood energy lingering around him.
It was Hui Jue's "Blood Sea Kasaya Technique" that made him become like this.
He didn’t need to learn or study, and he just became a more evil and bloody existence than Hui Jue’s Blood Sea Kasaya Technique!
As the Buddhist scriptures were being chanted, everyone around them involuntarily knelt down with their heads in their hands, their eyes began to become bloodshot, and their bodies began to bleed with blood.
Even those who escaped from the Xuanmeng gate were also affected by the chanting and fell to the ground with red eyes.
In the past, Hui Jue had to plant the seeds of the Hundred Calamities Sutra in the hearts of his disciples, and then use Sanskrit chants to seduce them in order to make them alive. But now, Fu Qingzhou just recited the Sutra, It can be done.
Not only that...
The sound of Sanskrit singing became louder and louder, getting farther and farther, and actually floated to Luoyi and countless people in this city.
As early as when Jiang Baichuan appeared and the first round of fighting started, the city had already experienced a round of chaos.
A few Xuanxing strong men, a dozen Dongtian strong men, plus thousands of Jianghu people...
The sound of their battle is earth-shattering!
Therefore, Magistrate Wen Renjun, who had been ordered by Fu Qingzhou, had already arranged manpower to evacuate the people around Xuanmeng.
But no matter what, it was impossible for Magistrate Wen to drive out all the people in the city and leave a city to them as a battlefield. Therefore, the people were only temporarily transferred to the farthest place from Xuanmeng. The south and west of the city.
They were hiding in government offices, in temporarily recruited restaurants, and in the courtyards of wealthy families... listening in horror to the sounds of fighting coming from afar.
Then the sound of Sanskrit singing floated over.
The people were stunned at first, and then, that crazy, bloody, cruel, but inexplicable peaceful and compassionate mood emerged from them.
Different from those people who are cultivating in the world, countless people in this city have no headaches or struggles at all. Before they even react, their bodies are filled with blood, their eyes gradually become hollow, and they can't help but close their eyes. Palm.
They have never even heard of the Apocalypse Sutra, but now they are already reciting it one by one!
Even Magistrate Wen couldn't help but clasp his hands together amidst the Sanskrit singing, and followed the sutra in a daze.
If we say that those who are not affected are those who were knocked down by the white mist figure before.
After they were transported out of Xuanmeng, they were thrown in a mess on the donkey carts and ox carts that had been prepared. There were so many people that it was impossible to transport them out one by one by carriage. Therefore, They were piled on the carts like corpses on the battlefield.
Whether they were Xuanxing powerhouses like Master Bai He or generals like Hong Zhi and Ning Wushu, they were all piled up in a mess with others and shipped away together.
Obviously, King Xishuo originally... planned to do something to these people.
But now, with the sound of Sanskrit singing, the people responsible for driving the carts all rolled off the donkey carts and ox carts, their bodies covered with blood and in pain.
Those cows and donkeys were not affected at all and continued to walk forward slowly.
On the large cart they were pulling, the unconscious people could not hear or feel the Sanskrit singing at all. They were just unconscious, gradually walking away as the cart dragged them.
...
"This is the story of a hundred calamities..."
King Xishuo was covered in white mist and held the scabbard of the king's sword, but he was still retreating steadily.
But unlike others, he was at least not affected by the chanting of Buddhist scriptures and his mind was still very clear.
“What on earth are you?”
His eyes were extremely solemn and he asked in a deep voice: "Is this the reason why Huijue did not hesitate to betray you and must keep you?"
But of course Fu Qingzhou would not answer. He just recited Buddhist scriptures calmly and continued to walk forward slowly, not knowing what he wanted to do.
At this moment, a clear shout pierced the sky came from behind him!
“Brother Fu Xian, stop!”
As soon as the words fell, a straight line with no front or back, no top or bottom, neither horizontal nor vertical, just drew across.
It is not a straight line visible to the naked eye, but appears in people's minds.
The moment this straight line appeared, everyone knew that this was the coming of the Righteous Sword.
But no one knows whether it is a horizontal slash, a straight thrust, a vertical chop, an upward thrust, or... it doesn't matter, it just comes.
Fu Qingzhou's three eyes widened slightly at the same time. After an instant, he chose to fold his arms in front of him to protect him.
Poof!
A stream of blood spurted out from his arm, and his figure was also affected by the impact. He slid back a few steps, and even the blood on his body dispersed slightly, and the sound of chanting stopped abruptly.
Da da da.
Hua Wuying carried the Righteous Sword in his hand, his whole body full of fatigue and weakness, and walked from behind Fu Qingzhou step by step.
He clearly came from behind, but that sword was stabbed in front of Fu Qingzhou.
It was probably this weird, erratic, and indescribable swordsmanship that made Fu Qingzhou choose to resist rather than dodge.
So, he slowly turned back to Hua Wuying.
“Brother Fu Xian.”
Hua Wuying’s voice was bright, but weak and weak: “Stop.”
Fu Qingzhou tilted his head slightly, His eyes turned to the sword of justice.
The next moment, he raised his hand without warning, formed a seal with the five fingers of his right hand, and blasted through with a bloody golden Buddhist hand seal!
Hua Wuying's pupils shrank, he thrust his sword in front of him, and made a stroke with his sword!
Zheng!
Amidst the sound of the sword, the straight line flashed again, and the big handprint was obviously cut into two halves and dissipated invisible!
But this sword attack was obviously not easy for Hua Wuying. He groaned and his face became a little tense.
On the other side, King Xishuo's pressure suddenly dropped due to the appearance of Hua Wuying.
Seeing Fu Qingzhou turn around, he narrowed his eyes slightly, gripped the scabbard of the Wang Sword tightly, and prepared to do something.
But at this moment, a strange force suddenly fell from the sky and covered him.
This power is also invisible and intangible, but it has clearly locked onto King Xishuo, making him unable to move!
"Father..."
Not far away, Zhao Hao was holding a ceremonial sword, pointing at King Xishuo from a distance, and approached step by step with a sullen face.
King Xishuo's pupils shrank, and he tightened the scabbard of the king's sword in his hand, but he could not get rid of this power!
How is this possible?
"Father, I don't know what means you have."
Zhao Hao pursed his lips and approached slowly. His voice trembled slightly at the beginning and gradually became stable: "Unlike you, I have learned so many ancient rituals and am proficient in Dayan law..."
"I don't know how you and the late emperor can withstand life and death and master the way of the soul."
"But I know that if you don't want to die, you will also fight against your opponents through life and death. The so-called life and death The great road is not that simple for you. "
"So, you must know in your heart that it is wrong to kill people and harm others."
"No matter what you do. Whatever the purpose is, if the means are wrong, it can never be the right thing."
As he spoke, Zhao Hao had already walked in front of King Xishuo, holding the ceremonial sword tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Father. King, stop it!”
(End of this chapter)