Nightfall Chapter 167: Killing others and killing oneself is all because of compassion, scolding Buddha and laughing at Buddha all because of little feet
Volume Two, Winter Lake, Chapter 167, Murders and Self-Made are all because of compassion, scolding Buddha and laughing Buddha are all because of little feet
Chen Pipi looks like a cute young fat man who is harmless to humans and animals, but in fact he is a great person, so when he decides to do something, there is actually one thing that makes him lose his mind for a moment. Then this thing must also be a very remarkable thing.
When the large uniform on his body floated without wind, and raised his right arm to point it away, the skinny monk who had been silently guarding the middle-aged monk appeared in his Before the fingers, the face that seemed to be carved from stainless steel was indifferent.
The cultivation level of Chen Pipi is extremely high, and the monk can react faster than him. It only shows that the other party has been prepared for a long time. It has long known that the middle-aged monk would use his blood to feed the Buddha with such compassion. The cruel Buddhist divine skills, even if the middle-aged monk did not find Ning Que enchanted, this trip Chang'an also made a plan to abolish Ning Que directly by means of abusing the devil.
However, even if the skinny monk had prepared and reacted to the extreme and appeared in front of Chen Pipi’s finger, he still couldn’t stop the Tianxiaxi **** finger, which was secretly released by the academy, because of his His body looks as solid as steel, but it is still a mortal body.
So the monk did not hesitate to make a move. He drew a sharp knife from his sleeve like lightning. Instead of stabbing Chen Pipi, he stabbed it into his lower abdomen.
There was a puff, as if a skin filled with water was shot through by a feather arrow, and the sharp knife plunged deeply into the belly. The monk's face suddenly paled, but his eyes were still firm, without any hesitation, his right hand was tight. Holding the handle of the knife and pulling it down fiercely, with a bang, blood dripped out.
The intestines in the monk's abdomen, along with the blood, flowed out from the gap opened by the knife, braving a slight heat, and a pungent smell of blood.
The monk put his left hand under the wound in his abdomen, holding more and more intestines, and looked at Chen Pipi with indifference, as if he could not feel the pain coming from there.
A drop of blood fell on Chen Pipi's fingertips.
He stared at this scene with wide eyes, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.
Chen Pipi has never killed anyone, or even fought a real battle, has never seen life and death in battle, and has never seen such a **** scene.
In his life, he had a battle with Wang Jinglue in the Winter Garden of Chang'an Mansion a few days ago. With the strict boundaries insurmountable in the realm of cultivation, he won casually.
Chen Pipi has always thought that the battle between practitioners should be so casual and casual, but until today, seeing the **** scene of the monk in front of him having a laparotomy and holding his intestines, he realized that the real battle has nothing to do with realm strength, and even less Demeanor is only about victory and life and death.
This monk just wanted to disturb his mind for a moment, so he did not hesitate to sacrifice his life and become a benevolence. How is this kind of spirit worthy of respect or fear?
The monk's face was extremely pale. He looked at Chen Pipi indifferently, and his voice trembled slightly and said: "Self-hearted, please understand the rules."
These two monks from Moon Wheel Kingdom did extremely well for the encounter on the Long Street today. They knew that the second-story building of the academy in history was not a place for rules, so they did not hesitate to use their own His life is a bet to try to shake this unruly rule.
For Chen Pipi, the **** picture in front of him and the pink intestines in the monk’s left hand are undoubtedly an extremely shocking education. This shock may not change the rules and regulations that the college education has made him form. His view was enough to make him startled for a moment.
A moment is enough.
Because it only takes a moment for the battle between the middle-aged monk and Ning Que to end.
The power of the middle-aged monk lies in the ability to cast down demons and eliminate demons in one thought.
The fingertips of Chen Pipi trembles slightly in the morning breeze of Chang'an City.
At this time, the mental energy of the middle-aged monk was all on Ning Que, and there was no defense at all. He could kill the opponent with a single tap, but he knew that the invisible battle was over, so he waited. If Ning Que is dead, if the junior brother is dead, what meaning can he do anything more.
Chen Pipi's cheeks trembled, appearing extremely painful.
He decided to kill all the two monks in front of him later.
Although he has faintly guessed that the middle-aged monk's origin is problematic.
Although he has never killed anyone in his life.
But Ning Que, who wouldn't be short-lived in the words of a big brother, died just like that.
So where in this world are there any principles or rules that must be followed?
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The fastest thing in the world is not fog, rain or wind but lightning.
People in the world often use surpassing lightning to describe things like mind.
When the mind moves, there is no loss of time to catch up with it.
So in one thought, many things happen in the spiritual world.
When the middle-aged monk digs out blood and smears his face, and administers the essence and blood to feed the Dharma, the space where Ning Que's mind is located, suddenly many shocking pictures and changes have taken place.
The stone Buddha, which is several tens of meters high, has been standing silently and peacefully behind the sky full of stone rain. A straight line of silence under the nose has not opened for a thousand years. At this moment, it suddenly grinned, and then it had a mouth.
Two thick **** waters flowed from the corners of Shifo's mouth.
The two blood waters did not drip to the ground, but ignoring the laws of space in the real world, spreading in all directions, gradually covering the huge Buddha face.
With thick blood spreading across the face of the stone Buddha, many deep cracks appeared, like cracked dry earth, but soaked in blood, more like the **** mouth of thousands of people.
An extremely powerful pressure swayed from the stone Buddha and spread throughout the entire space.
The solemn face of the stone Buddha is covered with countless small wounds, soaked in blood, it should be a hideous and **** image, but on the contrary it appears more and more pitiful, as if the golden paint in the old temple fell off and only left behind Mottled vicissitudes.
The blood on the face of the stone Buddha is thicker and thicker, and the supreme compassion is getting stronger and stronger. All the **** wars between heaven and earth separate and hurt, and all the negative emotions seem to be absorbed by the Buddha face.
Leave only a very clean and pure world.
The earth and rocks that kept falling from the air were purified and turned into a white holy lotus that covered the sky. Numerous flowers and rain were imaginary and rained down on Ning Que's body.
A petal fell on his cotton-padded jacket, quietly, but quietly tore a hole, blood seeping out like hot and sour noodle soup overflowing the edge of a bowl.
Ning Que raised his head to look at the sky, frowning at the tip of his eyebrows, and with a movement of his mind, he called out the awe-inspiring qi in his body. The majestic qi erupted from the center of his eyebrows, and as he fled with the qi, all the lotus petals that touched him shattered.
However, the sky is full of wind and rain, there are too many lotus flowers, where are they completely isolated from the sky?
The lotus flower bloomed, the petals fell, and fell on his face, on his body, cutting his quilted jacket, digging into his skin, and scraping the flesh and blood off his bones.
Endless pain dived into the bone marrow, and then exploded to every part of the body, and finally merged into Ning Que's mind, causing him to shake the sea of consciousness and pain to the extreme.
Feeding Buddha with essence and blood is the strongest way of the Buddha.
However, the blood-stained stone Buddha after the rain in the sky actually means sacrificing oneself to become a Buddha.
Sacrifice oneself to become a Buddha, temporarily create a pure lotus land, and purify the evil spirits. These methods are beyond the scope of the ordinary Buddhist patriarchal school in the world, and are the supreme wonderland outside the world.
The Buddha who does not have great perseverance, great determination, great mercy and great evil, cannot enter this wonderland.
Even Chen Pipi, who has already reached the realm of life-knowing, will face great troubles and must deal with it very carefully if he is transferred to this lotus pure land by the great virtue of the Buddha.
Not to mention that Ning Que broke through the Cave Profound Realm by the Daming Lake.
His realm and his character are simply not enough to see through the lotus in the sky.
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The lotus rain in the sky reveals a very clear meaning of destruction.
Ning Que looked at the stone Buddha in the distance through the curtain of blood dripping from his eyelashes. After a moment of silence, he asked: "So you wanted to kill me from the beginning. It has nothing to do, and it has nothing to do with you knowing that I was in the wasteland. You just wanted to kill me, so I don’t understand. Even if you are an outsider from the Xuankong Temple, can you afford to kill me?"
The huge stone Buddha grinned and bleeds, seeming to be smiling happily and crying in sorrow. He didn't answer Ning Que's question, but was silent.
"This is a duel in the city of Chang'an. I will kill you in a fair environment without any troublesome consequences. Chinese people love faces, and academies love faces even more. They will not anger the moon wheel. They will not be angry with Buddhism, on the contrary, in order to keep their hypocritical spirit, they will be silent."
The voice of the middle-aged monk rang outside the rain of flowers.
"What's more, it has been confirmed now, Mr. Thirteen, you have been enchanted."
Ning Que, who was covered in blood, looked at Huayu and asked in a weak voice: "But before knowing that I was in the demon, you were ready to kill me, why is that? What did I do to Buddhism? A matter of mutual anger will actually provoke a great virtue like you to enter Chang'an City and kill me."
"I said, you humiliated aunt in the wasteland, then you wait if you humiliate the moon wheel and humiliate Buddhism."
Ning Que mocked and said: "I always thought that most people in the world are idiots. I didn't expect that someone would dare to treat me as an idiot. Qinimadi's old lady could make Fo Zong dare to offend Datang and the Academy?" /
The middle-aged monk’s voice was calm and firm: "Of course there are other reasons, but when you insult your aunt in the wasteland, you are doomed to end today."
Ning Que wiped the blood off his face, and when his sleeves brushed the wounds that were deeply cut to the bone by the lotus petals, it was an extremely unbearable pain, but there was a lot of smile on his face.
"Is the monk really Yang?"
Ning Que laughed out loud with his belly, looked at the stone Buddha outside Huayu, wiped tears and blood, and smiled and said: "If this drama turns out to be a romantic drama in the end, That would disappoint me too much."
"There are many things you don't know."
"Then can you tell me?"
"No, since you have been enchanted, then I just need to kill you."
The voice of the middle-aged monk looked very ethereal in the lotus rain, and then turned into confusion.
"The two generations of people who have entered the world in the academy have been enchanted successively. Is this the will of Haotian or the round of fate?"
Ning Que didn't even notice the big doubts hidden in the voice of the middle-aged monk outside Hua Yu.
At this time, his attention is all in the rain of lotus flowers.
He looked at the lotus petals falling on his body, remembering the dream long ago, thinking of Sangsang’s white feet, and thinking of those white lotus feet that he had been in the bed for countless nights. After kicking countless times, his heart became sore, and then he became angry.
"I don't want to pay attention to how many reasons you have killed me, but since you know that I have fallen into the demon and come up with so many pairs of my Sangsang's feet to kick me, I will definitely kill you." /
He drew the **** umbrella from behind and opened it.
The black umbrella is like a black lotus, which is especially eye-catching among the white lotus in the sky.
He is holding a black umbrella, standing in the lotus rain, looking at the blood-stained stone Buddha in the distance.
Like a tourist holding a paper umbrella standing by the drizzle river and looking at the smoke and willows on the other side.
Then he said: "Then Buddha, I will kill you."
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