Nightfall Chapter 166: Human cloud, blood-faced Buddha
. Ning Que has no experience in fighting a teacher.
But he has a lot of combat experience.
So when this quiet and joyful street in the morning, the steaming steam of steamed bun shops, happy children and dull adults, and the entire city of Chang'an disappeared in front of him, he was not shocked, but made the fastest Reaction.
He closed his eyes, drew out the hatchet around his waist, recalling the last scene he saw before closing his eyes, and slashed in front of him according to the traces left in his mind.
The blade broke the wind, and the blade was not sharp, but with the sawdust of the old Bi Zhaichai. It accurately slashed the middle-aged monk's eyebrows, and the distance of an eyebrow was not biased.
The grave in front of Ning Que's eyes was far away, thousands of miles away.
It's very close, close in front of you.
He drew out the slender Pudao behind him and slashed it down, as if it was still carrying the blade of Sabi Lake grass clippings, and accurately smashed the head of the grave, from a thousand miles away to a step in front of him, without missing an inch.
However, this seemingly powerful knife landed on the solitary grave, but it failed to cut the head of the grave open. Numerous flames huā burst and splashed between the blade and the grave body. A gap was faintly visible on Pu Dao's waist in a slender fire.
On the street in Chang'an early in the morning, the middle-aged monk didn't seem to see the hatchet that was slicing to his brow against the morning wind. He calmly looked ahead, his eyes focused and firm.
The skinny monk who had been standing beside him, flipped his wrist, and an iron rod made of fine iron whizzed into the air. The tail of the rod was inserted deep into the bluestone slab, and the rod was stopped there. Before the knife.
A dull knocking sound.
Ning Que closed his eyes and bends his knees slightly, standing on tiptoes, floating towards the center of the street with a rebound force, his wrists trembled slightly, and his face pale.
The Chen Pipi frowned slightly while watching the battle.
Beside the masters or swordsmen walking in the world, there will be melee martial arts practitioners as threats. This combination has become a universally recognized rule of practice. The thin monk replaced the middle-aged. The monk's move to solve the close threat does not violate the rules of a duel.
Chen Pipi didn’t know that Ning Que’s understanding of the world’s rules of practice was similar to that of an idiot. He was not angry at the two monks from the Baita Temple to Ning Que alone. The reason for his frowning had nothing to do with the skinny monk’s action. , But because of the pedestrians and city scenes on the street.
The child is still happily tearing the wet paper softened by the steam from the big meat bun.
The man in the steamed bun shop was still there very condescendingly, holding the copper plates indifferently and proudly, sorting the steamed buns into the neighborhood bamboo baskets. The sound of selling in his mouth was quieter than the heat coming out of the steamer.
In the neighborhoods around the steamer, some angrily reprimanded the foreigners who jumped in the line, some communicated with their neighbors about the victory of the card game last night, some lowered their voices to tell a certain rumor in the palace, waiting for a new release When the steamed buns were brought up, all the conversation stopped in the summer and turned into a lively rush.
No one noticed the two foreign monks on the street, and no one noticed the presence of two gentlemen in the world at the back of the academy, and no one even noticed a silent and tragic and dangerous duel on the street. , The street is still noisy and lively, so calm and happy.
This is no longer in the red dust, it is intended to be outside the Three Realms.
Instead, he used Zen to move his mind and built the iron threshold before the common people.
Chen Pipi didn't expect that this unknown middle-aged ascetic from the White Pagoda Temple was actually so powerful in Zen thought that he couldn't help worrying about Ning Quelai.
Ning Que drifted back a few steps.
The lone tomb thousands of miles away became clearer in his eyes.
The body of the tomb is made of ordinary bluestone clay, and there is nothing special about it, but it was severely cut down by him before, and there was no trace left on it.
Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to speak bleak.
Looking at the desolate grave where there is nowhere to talk, he felt more and more desolate and colder, as if the heat in his body was escaping into the air.
However, standing in the spiritual world, where is there a real body?
Ning Que looked at the lonely grave thousands of miles away, knowing that the cold and lonely meaning coming from the lonely grave was the way the middle-aged monk's mind was attacking him in the spiritual world.
This kind of Buddhist technique is very clever, and it can even be said to be amazing.
The power of the middle-aged monk's thoughts permeates like a spring breeze and rain, and when the peace and righteousness reach the extreme, it is also dangerous to the extreme. It is the silent supernatural meaning that allows you to sing and dance or sit along with it. Meditating, or falling into emotions, can no longer extricate themselves.
If you change to someone else, even if you are more pure and powerful than Ning Que's mind, facing such an offensive of Buddhism, I am afraid that it will be difficult to cope with, or even how to cope.
However, Ning Que once passed through the spiritual world of Master Liansheng.
Master Liansheng studied the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demon, once chanted in the Hanging Temple, and was a guardian of the Buddhist mountain gate. His schoolwork was shocking. Although he was connected with the spiritual world of Ningque, the master was already dying and the power of thought was far worse than this. The middle-aged monk whose name comes from the White Pagoda Temple is strong, but he has to be spiritual and realm, I don't know how many people are beyond this person, the kind of goodness hidden in the Zen thoughts, you don't know how much more you are.
Swimmers who have fought with sea storms can hardly drown in creeks. Once they have seen the wonderland of lotus with seventy petals and fragrant petals, how can they be infected by a grave head? zl mouth) 3 Ning Que remained unmoved and expressionless in front of the quiet and clear meaning of the thousand-mile lonely grave.
He sticks to his heart, silently contemplates, abandoning the knife in his hand, and imagining a terrifying virtual knife in the air that is even bigger than the mountain, and then cut his head at the grave again.
No matter how hard the lone grave was, it suddenly broke.
Not being smashed by a knife, but crushed by a mountain of knives!
The hot steam in the steamed bun shop was driven by the crowd and the breeze to the street.
Those white steam enveloped the bodies of the middle-aged monk and Ning Que.
It's like the clouds, suddenly not in the world.
Ning Que released his right hand, and the hatchet slid from his hand and fell on the ground with a soft sound.
He closed his eyes and stood in the sea of clouds in the world, standing still in the world.
The middle-aged monk's face suddenly paled, and his body trembled violently, shaking uneasy, as if he was about to lie down in the sea of clouds at any time, and would never go away when he was drunk.
Hoshi's palms moved closer together slowly and firmly.
The steam flowing clouds on the street gradually calmed down.
The middle-aged monk finally stood still slowly, without falling down. The solitary grave was crushed by Ning Que into countless gravels, flying all over the sky. A huge stone Buddha tens of feet high appeared in the sky after the stone rain.
The stone Buddha has a kind face and a compassionate expression. But between his open eyes, thunder and lightning seem to be brewing and accumulating, unspeakable indifference and majesty, full of compassion and anger towards the person in front of him.
Compassion and anger seem to be incompatible emotions.
But at the same time the face of this stone Buddha was perfected.
Pity the misfortune, and anger it.
The chun of the stone Buddha's mouth is pressed tightly, like a line, a shallow line carved out with a carving knife, it seems that he has not opened his mouth to speak for thousands of years.
Ning Que looked at this thread, and remembered the beautiful chun of the girl in white that was thin and red.
Stone Buddha did not speak.
There was a Buddhist verse, a single-syllable word, which was unclear in meaning, but powerful and far-reaching.
The sky was full of stones and gravels fell, violent like rain, and smashed to the ground.
Ning Que raised his head to look at the sky, watching the earth and rocks come, not knowing what to do.
The sky was full of gravel like rain, falling on him, on his face.
[True] physical pain was clearly transmitted to his sea of consciousness, making him realize that every part of his body, the dirt of his body, was under the attack of the vitality of heaven and earth.
At this moment, he remembered the scene where the old man Lu Qingchen killed the scholar at the Beishan crossing.
The scholar has already been enchanted and is still dead.
Ning Que had already become enchanted, but he was truly enchanted.
How could the invasion of heaven and earth vitality kill him?
So it's just pain, and there is no rest.
The steam in the bun shop is still drifting down the street.
The middle-aged monk stood in the clouds, his eyes deeper and deeper, but in the deepest part, there was a scorching radiance that began to condense and burn. The scorching radiance was shock, anger, and killing.
He didn't expect that Ning Que in the academy was never known for its power of thought, but he possessed such a powerful thought power. When he attacked the other party's insight sea with thought power, he could so easily dissolve the loneliness of the lonely grave.
However, what shocked him even more was that the sky full of stone rain in the spiritual world was a direct attack on the cultivator's body from the heaven and earth vitality controlled by his mind, so that he could not hurt the opponent!
Such a terrifying physical strength, and it is obviously not the defense formed by the body guard of the peak of martial arts, so there is only one reason, and that reason is the source of the middle-aged monk's shock and killing.
The middle-aged monk's palms were originally close together, but at this time they gradually separated.
He pulled his left index finger blankly, and dug a blood hole in his right palm.
Then he tore off a piece of flesh and blood with no expression on his face.
After doing this maneuver, his dark cheeks became paler, his eyebrows and eyebrows became more and more old, and the wrinkles seemed to be layered on top of the garbage pile washed by rain.
He slowly wiped the blood and flesh from his right palm onto the face of this withered manuscript.
This is not the **** mudra of the evil demon sect.
It is the most powerful and decisive Buddha feeding Buddha. The disciples of the Buddhist sect who practiced this kind of exercises, no matter how high their realm is, they are very likely to die.
If it were not for the overthrow of the mountain gate, or encountering enemies of a thousand generations, no disciple of the Buddhist school would use such a method that violated the compassion of the Buddhist school.
When the middle-aged monk digs blood and smears his face, Chen Pipi immediately reacted, and was extremely shocked to think about the hatred between this man and the younger brother, that he was going to kill him!
At this dangerous moment, as a disciple of the academy, there are no rules.
The large uniform on his body fluttered without wind, vibrating like a flag.
The index finger bends slightly, and the **** finger of Tianxiaxi must attack the middle-aged monk according to the academy's intentions.
But at this time something happened.
That incident made Chen Pipi stunned for a moment.
The victory or defeat in the battle of the spiritual world often only takes a moment. ! .