Volume Two, The Lake of Winter, Chapter 167: Killing and killing yourself is all because of compassi
Volume 2: Lake of Winter Chapter 167: Killing people and yourself is all because of compassion, scolding Buddha and laughing at Buddha and making you small feet
Chen Pipi looks just a cute young fat man who is harmless, but in fact he is a very amazing person, so when he decides to do something, there is something that can make him lose his mind for a moment, then this one
Things must be a very amazing thing.
When the wide courtyard dress on his body was floating without wind, and he raised his right arm and wanted to point him away, the thin monk who had always been silently guarding the middle-aged monk appeared in front of his fingers.
The face, which seemed to be carved from fine steel, was indifferent and emotional.
Chen Pipi's cultivation level is extremely high, and the monk was able to react faster than him. This only means that the other party was prepared long ago and had known that the middle-aged monk would use his essence and blood to feed the Buddha so much compassionate and cruel.
The magical skills of the Buddha Sect are just as if the middle-aged monk did not find that Ning Que was possessed by the demon, Chang'an had also made plans to directly destroy Ning Que by subduing the demons.
However, even though the thin monk was prepared and reacted so quickly that he appeared in front of Chen Pipi's finger, he still couldn't stop the Tianxiaxi God's finger, which was released by the academy without any intentions, because his face was
The body seems as hard as steel, but it is still the body of the body.
So the monk did a move without hesitation, and pulled out a sharp knife like lightning from his sleeve. He did not stab Chen Pipi, but stabbed him hard into his lower abdomen.
With a puff, it was like a skin full of water being shot through by a feather arrow. The sharp knife penetrated deeply into the stomach. The monk's face suddenly pale, but his eyes were still firm without hesitation. He held the knife tightly in his right hand.
The handle pulled down fiercely, and with a whistle, blood flowed out.
The intestines in the monk's belly also flowed out of the gap that was broken by the knife along with the blood, emitting a faint heat and a pungent smell of blood.
The monk's left hand was placed under the wound on his abdomen, holding the intestines that were flowing more and more, looking at Chen Pipi indifferently, as if he could not feel the pain coming from that place.
A drop of blood fell on the fingertips of Chen Pipi.
He stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, not knowing what the other party wanted to do.
Chen Pipi has never killed anyone, and has not even fought a real battle, has never seen the life-and-death determination in the battle, and has never seen such a bloody scene.
His life was a few days ago when he had a fight with Wang Jing in the winter garden of Chang'an Prefecture. He was determined by the insurmountable and strict realm of cultivation, and he won casually.
Chen Pipi always thought that the battle between practitioners should be so casual. However, until today, when he saw the bloody scene of the monk in front of him, he realized that real battle had nothing to do with realm strength, nor with demeanor.
, only about victory or defeat and life and death.
This monk just wanted to disturb his mind and did not hesitate to sacrifice himself for his own good. What kind of spiritual spirit is worthy of respect or fear?
The monk's face was extremely pale. He looked at Chen Pipi indifferently, and his voice trembled slightly, "Secretly dispel your heart, please understand the rules by Mr. Twelve."
These two monks from Yuelun Kingdom have indeed made extremely sufficient preparations for today's long street meeting. They are very clear that the second floor of the academy in history has never been a place of rules, so they are willing to use their lives to do their best.
Bet to try to shake this unruly rule.
For Chen Pipi, the bloody scene in front of him and the pink intestines between the monk's left hand were undoubtedly an extremely shocking education. This shock may not change the views on rules that the academy education had formed.
But it was enough to make him stunned for a moment.
It's enough in a moment.
Because it only takes a moment, the battle between the middle-aged monk and Ning Que was over.
The power of a middle-aged monk lies in the fact that he can subdue demons and eliminate demons in one thought.
Tangerine Pipi's fingertips trembled slightly in the morning breeze of Chang'an City.
At this time, the middle-aged monk's mental power was all on Ning Que, and he had no defense at all. He only needed a slight click to kill the other party. However, he knew that the invisible battle had ended, so he waited for Ning
Que is already dead. If the junior brother dies, what's the point of doing anything he can do?
He decided to kill all the two monks in front of him later.
Although he had already vaguely guessed that there was something wrong with the origin of the middle-aged monk.
Although he has never killed anyone in his life.
But if you look at the words of the elder brother, Ning Que will never die in such a short life.
So where are there any principles or rules that must be followed in this world?
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The fastest thing in the world is not fog, rain, or wind, but lightning.
People often use the speed of lightning to describe things like thoughts.
When the mind moves, there is no time loss rate that can catch up with it.
So in one thought, in the spiritual world, many things are enough to happen.
When the middle-aged monk dug blood and applied his face and used his essence and blood to feed the Buddhist teachings, many shocking scenes and changes immediately occurred in the space where Ning Que's mind was.
The stone Buddha, dozens of feet tall, was standing silently and peacefully after the sky was full of stone rain. A straight line under his nose had not opened for thousands of years, and then suddenly opened his mouth.
Two thick blood, like iron slurry, flowed out from the corner of Shi Buddha's mouth.
These two bloodshots did not drip to the ground, but ignored the laws of space in the real world and spread in all directions, gradually covering the huge Buddha face.
As thick blood spread across the face of the stone Buddha, many deep cracks appeared, like cracked dry earth, but soaked in the blood, it was more like the bloody mouths of thousands of people.
An extremely powerful force spread from the stone Buddha and spread throughout the space.
Shi Buddha's solemn face was covered with countless subtle wounds, soaked in blood. It was supposed to be a hideous and bloody image, but it seemed more and more compassionate, as if the golden paint in the old temple fell off and left only mottled vicissitudes.
The blood on the stone Buddha's face became thicker and thicker, and the supreme compassion became thicker and thicker. All the bloody wars and separations between heaven and earth seemed to be absorbed by the Buddha's face.
Only a very clean and pure world was left behind.
The soil and rocks that kept falling from the sky were purified and turned into a holy lotus in the sky, which was filled with countless flowers and rains, sprinkling down on Ning Que's body.
A petal fell on his cotton jacket, Jingning quietly, but quietly tore a hole open, and the blood oozed out like a red soup with sour and sour noodles overflowing from the edge of the bowl.
Ning Que looked up at the sky, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and his thoughts moved, and he tuned out the great energy in his body, and squirted out from the middle of his eyebrows. As the energy escaped, all the lotus petals that were in contact broke away.
However, the sky is full of wind and rain, and the number of lotus flowers is too large, so where is it completely isolated from the sky?
The lotus flowers bloomed, and the petals fell on his face, on his body, cut open his cotton jacket, penetrated into his skin, and scraped the flesh and blood of his body off the bones.
Endless pain penetrated into the bone marrow, then exploded towards every part of the body, and finally poured into Ning Que's mind, causing his sea of consciousness to shake like a tide, and his pain reached its extreme.
Feeding the Buddha with essence and blood is the strong sect of the Buddha Sect.
However, after the rain in the sky, the stone Buddha with blood on his face actually means sacrificing himself to become a Buddha.
Sacrifice oneself to become a Buddha, temporarily create a lotus pure land, and purify one evil spirit. This method has already exceeded the scope of ordinary Buddhist teachings in the world, and is the supreme wonderful realm outside the world.
A Buddhist son who does not have great perseverance, great determination, great compassion, and great evil will not enter this wonderful state.
Even if Chen Pipi, who has already reached the realm of knowing one's destiny, is saved into this lotus pure land by the great masters of the Buddha sect, he will face great trouble and must deal with it with extreme caution.
What's more, Ning Que broke through the mysterious realm at the shore of Daming Lake.
His realm and his mind are not enough to see through the lotus flowers in the sky.
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The lotus rain in the sky revealed a very clear meaning of destruction.
Ning Que looked at the stone Buddha in the distance through the blood curtain dripping from his eyelashes, and then asked after a moment of silence: "It turns out that you wanted to kill me from the beginning. This matter has nothing to do with my entry into the academy.
It has nothing to do with you knowing that I was a demon in the wasteland. You just wanted to kill me, so I don’t understand. Even if you are an outlier from the Hanging Temple, can you bear the consequences of killing me?"
The huge stone Buddha grinned and dripped with blood, as if he was smiling happily, and seemed to be crying sadly. He did not answer Ning Que's question, but was just silent.
"This is a duel that happened in Chang'an City. I will kill you in a fair environment and there will be no trouble. Tang people love face, and the academy love face more. They will not take their anger on Yuelun, let alone not
They will vent their anger on the Buddhist sect, but instead, in order to maintain their hypocritical spirit, they will remain silent."
The voice of the middle-aged monk rang out of the rain of flowers.
"What's more, it's confirmed now that you are a devil, Mr. Thirteenth."
Ning Que, covered in blood, looked at Hua Yu's voice and asked in a slight voice: "But before you know that I was deviled, you were ready to kill me. Why is this? Who did I do to the Buddha's sect?
Things will actually cause great masters like you, Master, to come to Chang'an City to kill me."
"I said that if you humiliated your aunt on the wasteland, then if you humiliate Yuelun and insult the Buddha Sect."
Ning Que said sarcastically: "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. That old lady Qunimadi could make the Buddha Sect dare to offend the Tang Dynasty and the Academy?"
The middle-aged monk's voice was calm and firm: "Of course there are other reasons, but when you humiliate your aunt on the wasteland, you will be destined to be the ending today."
Ning Que wiped off the blood from his face, and when his sleeves brushed the wounds that were cut deep by the lotus petals close to the bone, it felt extremely unbearable pain, but there was a lot of smiles on his face.
"Monster, your surname is Yang?"
Ning Que laughed loudly with his stomach in his arms, looked at the stone Buddha outside Hua Yu, and wiped his tears and blood while laughing, "If this drama ends up being a romantic drama, that would be too
It disappointed me."
“There are a lot of things you don’t know.”
"Then can you tell me?"
"No, since you are already possessed, I just need to kill you."
The voice of the middle-aged monk seemed particularly ethereal in the lotus rain all over the sky, and then turned into confusion.
"The two generations of people who have entered the world of the academy have become demons one after another. Is this the will of Haotian or the rotation of the life wheel?"
Ning Que did not notice the great doubts hidden in the voice of the middle-aged monk outside Hua Yu.
At this time, his attention was all in the rain made of lotus flowers in the sky.
He looked at the lotus petals that fell on his body, remembered the dream that had been a long time ago, remembered Sangsang's white little feet, and remembered that he was kicked countless times in the quilt by those white little feet in the quilt over the years.
Then, his heart became sore and he began to be angry.
"I don't want to pay attention to how many reasons you have to kill me, but since you know that I'm a demon and have created so many pairs of my Sangsang's feet to kick me, I will definitely kill you."
He pulled out a big black umbrella from behind and opened it.
The black umbrella is like a black lotus, which looks particularly eye-catching among the white lotus flowers in the sky.
He held a black umbrella and stood in the lotus rain, looking at the stone Buddha with blood in the distance.
It's like a tourist standing by the drizzle river holding an oil-paper umbrella and watching the smoke and willows on the other side.