A broken arm fell on the ground. The copper bell left by the Buddha slowly rolled on the ground, rolling into the slightly sticky blood and stopped. The blood mixed with the color of brass, making it look a bit weird.
With two thunderous attacks, Ning Que's cultivation was consumed a lot, and his face turned pale. He bent his bow and aimed at Cheng Ziqing, who was sitting under the statue of Shi Venerable, and confirmed that the strong man in the Sword Pavilion could no longer pose a threat to him.
So he did not shoot the second arrow, because every iron arrow was extremely precious to him at this time.
A simple arrow made the second-ranked figure in Jiange seriously injured. He was very satisfied with the result, but he would not look down on Jiange because he understood that if it were not for Mo Shanshan's help, he would not have done this at all.
No matter how precious the natal sword is, it is not a real life. Ning Que can understand this and make a choice without hesitation in the battle, but not many practitioners can figure it out in such a short time. Therefore,
Cheng Ziqing's previous performance in the battle made him very impressed and even surprised. It seemed that the legendary sword saint was indeed not those who had nothing to say.
There was a dead silence in the Buddhist temple.
Ning Que was surprised by Cheng Ziqing's performance in the battle, but he didn't know how he and Mo Shanshan performed in the battle, which shocked everyone speechless - the book cynic has entered the realm of Zhiming, and Ning Que has also entered the realm of Zhiming, but
After all, they are the younger generation of practitioners. In just a few months or even ten days, how could they easily defeat the famous Jiange powerhouse and even seriously injured the monks of the Hanging Temple?
The reason for this is that the book genius has become a divine talisman master. The divine talisman master can basically crush all the powerful people in the same realm of the realm, and Ning Que has the terrifying thirteen arrows that can cross the border and challenge. And the two of them are
A tacit understanding of fighting without words was cultivated on the wasteland, so the seemingly impossible ending was actually destined.
Not everyone can understand all the links in this battle, but when people saw the book fan taking action, Qu Nimadi looked at Mo Shanshan and cursed gloomyly, "You will let the river be destroyed along with the world!"
Mo Shanshan took action and was his most powerful natal talisman, and his mind power was consumed greatly. His face was slightly pale. He listened to Qu Nimadi's words and thought about the prospect of the destruction of the world. His body trembled slightly, and his face became paler.
However, looking at Sangsang on Ning Que's back holding a black umbrella and feeling weak and pitiful in the Buddha's light, her expression gradually calmed down, and she knew that she would not regret it after all.
Outside the quiet Buddhist temple, heavy breathing sounded, and everyone looked at it. The big dark horse was soaked. Behind him was a heavy carriage, and behind the wheel were two ruts that were deeply penetrated into the stone.
Ning Que walked into the black carriage with Sangsang on his back.
The gold-like Buddha light then enveloped the black carriage.
The big dark horse was frightened and thought to himself that he had not eaten vegetarian food for several days. Could it be that this was retribution?
Ning Que didn't know what this fool was thinking. He pressed his right hand on the cold wall of the car, activated the talisman array, then kicked the big black horse's butt, shouted, "Why don't you leave!"
The big dark horse forcibly suppressed his fear of the Buddha's light, let out a violent long neigh, dragging the carriage, and rushed towards dozens of yellow-clad monks who were chanting Buddhist scriptures on the stone plaza in front of the hall!
Just as he left, a small box flew out of the black carriage and landed in Mo Shanshan's arms. Mo Shanshan looked at the small box in his arms and thought to himself what this would be?
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The big black horse neighed continuously, bared its white teeth, and rushed towards the monk in front of the hall with great violence. It felt like the Buddha blocked the Buddha and the monk blocked the monk and swearing to rush out of a bloody path.
From the Buddhist temple to the stone plaza at the gate of the Hou Temple, there are not many monks. Most of the monks sit in groups of four on the ground on both sides of the lane, chanting scriptures to maintain the sound of bells and the Buddha light array that covers the lone Ke.
Seeing the black carriage rushing towards him with wind and thunder, the monks in the lane showed horror on their faces, stood up and walked to the sides, but they still maintained their posture of celebrating the scriptures and the sound of chanting the scriptures did not stop.
The monk's robes were in chaos, and the monks separated to both sides like a tide, revealing a monk at the last point.
The monk was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, without any intention of avoiding it.
The monk was wearing a tattered kapok robe with a very thin layer of blue and black hair on his head. There were very few whites in it. The stubble was not sharp, but he was as determined as his man, giving people a firmness.
It was a feeling that even if the entire sky collapsed, he would be held back.
The monk looked at the black carriage rushing towards him with a quiet expression and slowly stood up.
When he sat, he was an ordinary monk.
When he stood up, he became a Buddha.
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See Buddha on the road ahead.
There is actually a Buddha in front of the road.
The big dark horse was frightened and uneasy, and then it was finally suppressed by its natural violent emotions. It neighed wildly, half of the man stood up, bent his two iron-like front hooves, and stepped on the monk's chest!
The monk didn't say anything, but just looked at the big dark horse quietly and had a thought.
With a thought, the seventeen ancient bells of Lanke Temple became more and more distant, and the aura of heaven and earth in the stone pavement of the Hou Temple was subsided.
A strong wind rose from the monk's tattered kapok robe, carrying the gravel from the Western Wasteland, and squirted out.
The big dark horse neighed miserably, was swept upside down by the strong wind!
The black carriage was driven by it and retreated more than ten feet in a row, falling heavily under the stone steps in front of the Buddhist temple.
A loud bang!
Where did the black carriage come from? Now we are back.
The monk was blocking the road and it could not leave.
It is said that Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, but can Buddha really kill him?
The monk's Dharma name Qi Nian, the eldest disciple of the Hangkong Temple, who was the first to preach the sutra of the Buddha, was regarded as the closest person in the world to the Buddha. When he appeared in front of the world, he was the son of the Buddha.
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The black carriage fell heavily to the ground, and the stone steps broke and shattered. The Buddha's light falling from the top of Mount Wa, shining calmly here, and the atmosphere was compassionate and cold.
The big dark horse that fell on the ground was in pain and neighed a few times, sprayed off the pink foam with blood, bent her front hooves and the rear hooves with all their strength, and thrust her hard in the rocks for several times, and finally stood in the Buddha's light.
stand up!
Looking at this scene, Qi Nian's expression was slightly different. He didn't expect that the dark horse's willpower was so strong that he could stand up and dared to stand up under such circumstances.
The carriage of the black carriage is made of stainless steel, which is the most precious legacy of Master Yan Se. Although the stone steps in front of the hall were smashed into ruins, the carriage was not deformed, but the door was broken.
Ning Que also stood up in the overturned carriage. He helped Sangsang, who kept vomiting blood, carried her to his body, then tied her tightly with a rope, took off the iron bow on his shoulder, and looked at the front of the car.
The monk is not far away.
In the stone plaza in front of the Buddhist temple, dozens of yellow-clothed monks in Lanke Temple were still reading Buddhist scriptures. The Buddha light falling from the top of Mount Washan was not guided by Yulan, and the light pillars falling on the black carriage.
It became a little dimmer, but the Buddha light array that covered the entire Lanke Temple became stronger and stronger.
The practitioners in Lankezhong Temple learned from somewhere that Sangsang, the daughter of light, was the daughter of the King of Patriarch, rushed into the Hou Temple, looking at the black carriage with shock and complex expressions, but
No matter what their true mood is at this time, if the black carriage wants to escape, they will definitely take action.
Ning Que guessed the identity of the monk.
Facing the powerful Buddha Sect walking in the world, facing the Buddha light array in Lanke Temple, and facing the practitioners in the whole world, many people will probably feel desperate and even give up in despair.
But Ning Que won't.
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If you are not dead, then you don’t have to despair.
If you die, you don’t have to despair.
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In the face of survival, he never gave up this option. For Ning Que, this is the simplest truth, so he is not desperate. What he has to do next is simple, just like what he has been doing over the years—
— Make every effort to survive until death really comes.
So he bent his bow, took an arrow, and shot towards Qi Nian.
His movements are more stable, faster and smoother than before.
I don't know if it was because he was in the ancient temple, or because he heard too many bells, or the Buddha's light was on the top, or the Buddha's son was blocking the carriage, and his archery movements actually brought some Buddhist teachings.
Quiet meaning.
Ordinary things and ordinary methods are like Buddha picking flowers, without any trace of anger.
Qi Nian watched Ning Que shoot an arrow, silently praised himself, and then Zen Minami moved again.
With the Zen thoughts, the seventeen ancient bells in the Buddhist temples of Lanke Temple moved with it. The distant bells suddenly became as solemn as thunder and with the supreme Buddha power, echoing constantly in the temple.
The Buddhist bells in the ancient temple have sound but no body. The bells are coming continuously, and they are like tides slapping on each floor. In an instant, they fill all the spaces in the Rotten Kehou Temple.
Yuan Thirteen Arrows are so powerful that they can almost ignore time, but they cannot completely ignore space.
The iron arrow can suddenly appear in another place from one place in space, relying on unimaginable speed, and the arrow body actually still needs to pass through these spaces.
When the bell sounds like a tide, slapping and deforming the spaces in the ancient temple, then after the iron arrows pass through these spaces, they naturally cannot hit the target like they do in the real space.
With a slight sound of the puff, the turbulent flow of white air at the end of the iron arrow gradually disappeared.
The iron arrow disappeared without a trace, and I don't know where it went.
The monk Qi Nian was still standing calmly in front of the black carriage.
After a while, the sound of a cliff collapsed in a very distant place reached the temple.
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Buddhist scriptures once said.
The Buddha is in his heart and is very close to the world. Even if you do not observe the precepts, drink and meat through the intestines day and night, and laugh in the world, as long as you follow the Buddhist principles, you can still become a Buddha.
However, the Buddha is far away. Even if you keep your precepts day and night and chant the sutras sincerely, as long as you make mistakes and do things that are not in line with the Buddhist principles when you don’t know it, you will still not be able to become a Buddha.
The Buddha is near before you, but far away in the sky.
It was like Ning Que's arrow, and it was like a Buddha picking a flower.
But what he wants to ejaculate is the Buddha in the human world.
So the arrow had to go to the horizon.
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(Chapter 3: Try to write it out before one o'clock.)