Chapter 303: Fighting in the Air, the Power of the Heaven-shaking Bow
Chapter 303: Fighting in the Air, the Power of the Heaven-shaking Bow
Shanzhi Lama held the Buddhist beads in his hands, with a calm smile on his face, as if everything in the world was under his control. He raised his head slightly, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, and exuded an aura of self-righteousness.
However, when the finger that pushed away the dark clouds appeared, the smile shattered in an instant like exquisite glass.
The finger penetrated the thick clouds and slowly reached out with an unknown power.
When this finger came down, there was no earth-shattering momentum as imagined, nor was there any earth-shaking sound. It was just plain and calm, yet with an unstoppable force, it slowly crushed down towards Shanzhi's position.
Shanzhi felt as if the space around him was frozen by an invisible hand, becoming extremely sticky. Every inch of air seemed to have turned into thick glue, restricting his movements. His body trembled slightly, and he tried to move his feet, but found that his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to move at all.
This feeling was exactly the same as the first time he faced the Black Mountain Demon. A strong sense of powerlessness surged from the depths of his heart and quickly spread throughout his body.
At this moment, he couldn't help but recall those ants who had overestimated their own strength and tried to resist him, and a wave of sadness welled up in his heart. In the past, he was high above them, looking down on them and manipulating their fate at will. Now, the situation has changed, and he has become an insignificant "ant" in the eyes of the other party.
Facing this seemingly slow and steady finger that came down from the sky with an endless sense of oppression, Shanzhi's eyes were filled with fear and despair, his body trembled involuntarily, his legs weakened, and he could hardly stand. His breathing became rapid and heavy, and cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead and sliding down his cheeks.
His heart completely collapsed at this moment. All his will to resist was like a candle in the wind, instantly extinguished by the powerful deterrent force brought by this finger, and he completely lost the courage to resist.
Time seemed to become extremely long at this moment, and every second seemed as unbearable as a year.
Shanzhi stared at the finger, his eyes full of despair, waiting for the judgment of fate.
After a moment, Zuo Qianhu and others seemed to wake up from a long and terrifying nightmare.
They slowly opened their eyes, and what they saw was Shanzhi Lama, who had made them extremely desperate, but was now in a strange state.
A hole as wide as a finger appeared in the middle of Shanzhi's broad forehead. Strangely, not a drop of blood flowed out, as if the hole had already existed on his forehead, and his body seemed to have been drained of all its vitality, becoming shriveled and empty.
Shanzhi Lama slowly bent his body, knelt on his knees, and finally prostrated himself on the ground, as if paying the most humble submission to the owner of this finger.
The blood-dripping weapons he brought with him, which had been showing off their might, seemed to have been snatched away by an invisible hand in an instant. Their faces were pale, their eyes were empty, and they had no life at all. They collapsed to the ground like zombies.
"Brother Zuo, bring him up." Xu Qing's calm and indifferent voice rang in Zuo Qianhu's ears. The voice seemed to have crossed the boundaries of space and time, carrying an unquestionable majesty.
Zuo Qianhu was shocked all over and came to his senses. He looked around and saw the mess in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Under the blood bodhi tree, Zuo Qianhu finally saw Xu Qing.
Xu Qing was still the same Xu Qing, his figure was still tall and straight, his face was still handsome, and he was so close to him, but to Zuo Qianhu he now felt as if he was as far away as the clouds, as if he came from another world.
In fact, Zuo Qianhu already knew that Xu Qing's power was already top-notch in the world, surpassing his mentor, the Palace Master of Shangqing Palace on Laoshan.
However, those were only heard. It was not until today, when he witnessed with his own eyes Xu Qing's understated yet powerful finger, that he had such an intuitive and profound understanding of Xu Qing's power.
In Zuo Qianhu's memory, Xu Qing many years ago was a young man with the heart of a tiger.
At that time, he could never have imagined that this young man would one day turn into a real dragon, soaring above the sky and overlooking all living beings in the world.
The encounters in this world are so wonderful that they cannot be explained in just a few words.
Zuo Qianhu secretly felt lucky that the person who possessed such a powerful force was Xu Gongming. He knew very well that if such a power fell into the hands of anyone with evil intentions, it would undoubtedly be a grave disaster for all people in the world, and would bring endless pain and destruction.
However, before Zuo Qianhu could recover from his shock and emotion, Xu Qing threw the body of Shanzhi Lama into the bloody mouth of the Blood Bodhi Tree without hesitation.
The branches and leaves of the blood bodhi tree suddenly danced excitedly, as if celebrating the beginning of this feast.
When Captain Zuo saw this scene, he could not help but stare in amazement, his mouth wide open, his face full of shock and confusion.
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Zuo Qianhu could understand that using the flesh and blood of demons to feed the blood Bodhi tree would produce the Bodhi fruit.
In this world of practice full of mystery and unknowns, many methods and means of practice, although beyond ordinary people's cognition, are not unacceptable.
But in Zuo Qianhu's eyes, no matter how evil Lama Shanzhi was, he was still a "human". He watched Xu Qing throw Lama Shanzhi's body into the bloody mouth of the blood bodhi tree without hesitation, and his heart was immediately overwhelmed.
Even though Shanzhi Lama committed heinous crimes and his hands were stained with the blood of countless innocent people, Zuo Qianhu had a deep-rooted belief that the bottom line of human ethics should not be easily touched. Even for such a heinous person, such an "inhumane" way of treating him was still difficult for him to accept.
Xu Qing keenly noticed Zuo Qianhu's doubts.
He turned his head slightly and his eyes met with Zuo Qianhu's. At that moment, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes. However, he still did not open his mouth to explain.
This is the method of the "devil", full of blood and cruelty, and runs counter to the kindness and generosity of the righteous path. In the eyes of the righteous, such a practice is undoubtedly heretical and incomprehensible.
There is no need to explain.
Even using this method is indeed a mistake.
But invisibly, Zuo Qianhu felt that there was a deeper gap between him and Xu Qing.
He did not ask Xu Qing why he did this, but with a complicated expression, he spoke in a low voice about the official business and the next action. In his words, there was a hint of loss and confusion that was difficult to conceal. After he finished speaking, he silently took the demon-catching department and others back to report. His back looked particularly lonely, and his footsteps were unusually heavy, as if every step was carrying a thousand pounds of worries.
As for the Guo brothers, after paying respect to Xu Qing, they also followed Zuo Qianhu silently and left. They were under Xu Qing's orders to assist Zuo Qianhu in the Monster Catching Division. As long as Xu Qing did not give any new instructions, they would unswervingly carry out their current mission.
Xu Qing watched Zuo Qianhu go away, his eyes closely following Zuo Qianhu's back until the figure disappeared into the distant skyline.
The Heart Moon Fox had been hiding on the side. At this moment, it walked lightly to Xu Qing's side. Its eyes were shining with a lively light, and with a hint of curiosity and confusion, it said: "Why don't you explain? In fact, you are also trying to save an old friend, and this lama is no different from a demon..."
As a demon, Xinyue Fox was used to this kind of thing. In the demon world, the law of the jungle is the iron rule of survival, and it is not uncommon to see people killing each other and eating flesh and blood. In its eyes, this was just a trivial matter, as natural as a beast hunting its prey.
But it also understood what Zuo Qianhu was feeling. Although it came from the demon world, it also knew that human society had its own unique moral standards and values, which were completely different from the rules of survival in the demon world.
In the demon world, and even in the world of wild beasts, eating one's own kind is a normal instinct for survival. Moreover, this is the trunk of the blood bodhi tree, and in its mind, it is no different from feeding a "dog".
Xu Qing shook his head slightly and said, "You did something, and then your friend didn't accept it, and you still pressed his head and told him that I was right. Regardless of whether the thing was right or not, this is not right."
His voice was calm and gentle.
He knew very well that true friends should understand and respect each other, rather than forcing their own ideas on each other.
Xinyuehu blinked her eyes, looked disapproving, and said, "You are just being pretentious."
In its concept, the strong should be unscrupulous. As long as they think it is right, they should do it boldly without caring about the eyes and opinions of others.
Xu Qing couldn't help but smile and said, "Indeed."
He knew in his heart that being pretentious required capital, and only those with sufficient strength were qualified to worry about these seemingly trivial matters.
Without strong support, even survival will be a problem in this cruel world, let alone the so-called pretentiousness.
Xu Qing was also not sure whether his true nature was that of a "human" or a "devil". Was a human determined by biological attributes or by social relationships? Even at his current level, it was difficult to give a definite answer.
If a gentleman is not a tool, he will not achieve great things.
He really couldn't define himself because his current identity was too vague. He had to shoulder the responsibility of seeking welfare for the people of the world, while trying to accept the change in his identity.
He has reached the pinnacle of cultivation, possessing extraordinary power and a lofty status, but because of this, the distance between him and ordinary people is growing, and it is difficult for him to empathize with them as before.
It can be said that he is now standing at the pinnacle of this world, overlooking everything in the world, but he finds that he is becoming more and more incompatible with this world.
He even occasionally thought that the Black Mountain Old Demon, a loner who pursued the Way of Heaven with all his heart and resolutely cut off all worldly ties, might not be a better way of cultivation.
This is the biggest difference between him who has cultivated into a demon and a normal seeker on the path of the Purple Palace Spirit. A normal seeker who has achieved the Spirit has determined his own path early on, sticking to his original intention, and not being shaken by the outside world.
The path of the demons is completely different, and they are easily affected by the environment and external factors. When they see a Buddha, they become a Buddha; when they see an immortal, they become an immortal... The demons have endless desires, but they can never find their true self. They are like a mirror that can reflect all the living beings in the heavens, but cannot see their true self.
Xu Qing knew very well that his path of cultivation was full of uncertainties. The characteristics of the Way of the Heavenly Demon caused him to be constantly disturbed and influenced by the outside world during the process of cultivation, and he was always wandering on the road of finding himself.
If it weren't for the Tai Shi Demonic Qi, Xu Qing's situation would be even worse.
The existence of Tai Shi Demonic Qi was like lighting a lamp in his heart.
Like the Buddha of Dipamkara, he illuminates the past, illuminates the future, and clarifies the present.
He had not told Feng Wu about these things, because he did not want his wife to worry about him.
Sometimes he thought that if Feng Wu could really "forget about emotions", it might be a good thing for her. Without the burden of emotions, she could focus on the practice of the Great Dao, and her achievements might be much higher than they are now. But how could he give up Feng Wu's "love" for him?
Because "love" is extremely precious and luxurious for any living being struggling in this sea of suffering.
"I will return Yankong to you in seven days. During this period, you will be needed to protect the law." The red-haired Yankong said softly.
Xu Qing nodded slowly.
He knew very well that one should not think that everything would be fine after accepting Lama Shanzhi. The Living Buddha of Snow Region was by no means an ordinary person. It could be said that his cultivation level was second only to the Black Mountain Old Demon, and even surpassed the Two Saints of Dayu.
The following battle between him and the Living Buddha of Snow Region would be the key to whether Yan Kong could be reborn, and it would also be another huge challenge on his path of cultivation.
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Near the capital, in a quiet and mysterious area, the imperial tomb stands solemnly.
The architecture of the imperial mausoleum is magnificent, and the huge stone tablets and stone beasts silently guard this land, as if telling the glory and vicissitudes of the past.
Not far from the imperial tomb, there is an ancient temple.
The walls of the temple are mottled, and the traces of time are clearly visible. Some of the bricks and stones on the wall are loose, as if they will fall off with a slight push. The trees around the temple are lush and green, but they inexplicably give people a sense of oppression, as if these trees are also suppressing some mysterious power.
In the temple, the Living Buddha of the Snow Region was sitting on a cushion. His face was calm, his eyes were slightly closed, and he exuded an otherworldly aura.
Beside him were placed two borrowed magic weapons, one was the evening drum and the other was the morning bell.
The body of the dusk drum is engraved with strange runes, and each rune flickers with a faint light, as if telling the ancient Buddhist teachings. The runes seem to have life, flowing slowly on the drum.
The morning bell exudes an ancient atmosphere. The patterns on the bell are like mountains and rivers, containing endless mysteries. When you tap it gently, it will emit a distant sound, as if it can penetrate time and space.
When Shanzhi Lama left the capital, the Living Buddha of Xueyu had already calculated that this outstanding talent of Tantric Buddhism would encounter a disaster.
This disaster is also Xu Qing's disaster.
The Living Buddha of Snowland will, like Sakyamuni, defeat Xu Qing, the real "devil".
His eyes narrowed slightly, revealing an unfathomable light in his eyes, which seemed to be able to see through everything in the world.
"The righteous people of Middle-earth mistakenly believe that our Tantric sect is evil, but they don't know that we are the truly compassionate ones."
The voice of the Living Buddha of the Snow Region was deep and rich, slowly echoing in the temple. The voice seemed to have a kind of magic that made people involuntarily immersed in it. He slowly stood up, and his wide cassock fluttered with it, like a blooming lotus. Then, he suddenly tore open the cassock, exposing his belly.
Instantly, a strange light emanated from his abdomen, the light was colorful and dreamlike. Indistinctly, it seemed as if an "inner world" appeared.
In this "inner world", there are many people living there. They are either laughing and playing, with innocent smiles on their faces; or strolling leisurely, with light and comfortable steps. Everyone is immersed in endless pleasure, as if all the troubles in this world have nothing to do with them.
Although these enjoyments are all illusions, they are extremely real to the people in them. They can feel the gentle caress of the breeze, smell the fragrance of flowers, and hear the singing of birds. Moreover, these people live in the "Buddha Kingdom" opened up by the Living Buddha of the Snow Region in the form of souls.
If one day, the Snowland Living Buddha's cultivation reaches the level of illusion becoming reality and enters the realm of the Creator, then these illusions will also become real. At that time, everyone in them will have entered the real Pure Land of Bliss.
Even now, their flesh and blood will not be wasted, but will become the food for the practice of the Buddha. More importantly, these "people" will no longer feel hunger, cold, fear and other pains, and will only feel happy in their hearts. In this illusory world, they enjoy eternal peace and happiness.
In the eyes of the Living Buddha of Snowland, the Way of the Middle Earth is the real evil way. It teaches people to face up to the cruelty of the world and the bloody reality, making people struggle endlessly in the sea of suffering.
It is not a good deed to let people face the sea of suffering. In his mind, escape is the best way to escape from the sea of suffering. He is willing to find a way out for all beings in the sea of suffering with supreme compassion.
He believed that he had the mission to save all living beings and free them from their painful reality.
"Beat the evening drum." The voice of the Snowland Living Buddha sounded again, with unquestionable majesty. The voice seemed like an order that could shake the heaven and earth.
Many lamas responded: "We will obey the Buddha's command."
When the evening drum sounds, the dull sound seems to penetrate the human soul and echoes between heaven and earth for a long time.
The voice was low and heavy, and each sound seemed to be a call from the ancient Buddhist country.
At this moment, a figure slowly appeared in a dense forest several miles outside the temple, with fallen leaves rustling.
This person was none other than Lin Tianwang. He was wearing a jade pendant, which was a breath-retaining talisman made by Master Tianling himself. Under its effect, Lin Tianwang's aura was almost gone, as if he had merged with the surrounding environment. His body was hidden in the shadow of the earth slope, with only a pair of eyes staring at the direction of the temple.
For this operation, he had used the roots of the blood bodhi tree to hide near the imperial mausoleum for several days. During these days, he was like a hibernating insect, entering a state of living dead in the soil, and every minute and every second was full of torment and tension. He did not dare to make a sound or move, for fear of being noticed by the peerless master in the temple.
This was the most thrilling stealth in Lin Tianwang's life. He knew very well that the target of this assassination was a top-notch warrior in the world. This was not only a test of life and death, but also an invaluable experience in his cultivation.
Whether he could successfully break through the Martial Saint realm depended on whether he could escape unscathed from this assassination attempt. He felt nervous and fearful, but also a little expectant and excited.
In his hand, he tightly grasped the Heaven Shaking Bow. The bow seemed to contain endless power, as if the whole world was in his hand. His fingers trembled slightly, because of the tension and excitement.
The nine arrows hidden in the quiver each exude a thrilling luster, as if they are waiting for a world-shaking battle, ready to whistle out and give the enemy a fatal blow. Each arrow is engraved with a mysterious rune, which is a symbol of strength and the source of his confidence.
Lin Tianwang slowly drew his bow and stringed it. His arm muscles were tense and veins were bulging, showing his inner tension and concentration. His eyes were firm and sharp, as if they could penetrate all obstacles and hit the target directly.
At this moment, his heart fell into an unprecedented calm. Life and death were no longer of concern to him. He had only one goal in his eyes - the Living Buddha of the Snow Region.
The moment the first arrow left the bow, a powerful force spread out in all directions with King Lin as the center.
Within a radius of ten feet, the leaves that were originally falling quietly seemed to be hit by an invisible impact. They were all shattered and turned into countless tiny fragments, flying and dispersing in the air, as if playing a heroic movement for this shocking arrow.
The arrow, like a meteor, carried with it a terrifying spiral of energy, and shot towards the Snowland Living Buddha in the temple at a speed beyond the reach of the naked eye.
The air around the arrow was rapidly compressed, forming a visible air wave, which made a sharp whistling sound, as if it was a roar from hell, even drowning out the sound of the evening drum.
At this moment, the Living Buddha of Snow Region seemed to sense something and turned around abruptly.
His movements seemed slow, but they carried an indescribable calmness and majesty. The moment he turned around, the arrow had already smashed through all obstacles and reached his face.
The cassock of the Living Buddha of the Snow Region was swollen and rang like a bell under the impact of the powerful airflow.
At the same time, the golden light of the swastika seal on his chest was as bright as the sun, illuminating the entire temple. The golden light quickly spread outwards and condensed into a solid golden bell seven feet away.
The surface of the golden bell is engraved with mysterious runes, and each rune shines with dazzling light, as if telling ancient Buddhist principles.
The moment the arrowhead collided with the golden bell, it was like the collision of two stars, bursting out with strong light and huge impact force. Sparks flew everywhere, as brilliant as fireworks, and a three-meter-high air wave exploded in the air. This air wave was like a surging tide, surging and spreading in all directions, and everything was razed to the ground wherever it went.
Under the impact of this powerful air wave, the beams and pillars of the temple creaked, as if they were groaning in pain.
Dust fell from the beams and pillars, and cracks began to appear on the masonry walls, as if they could collapse at any time. The Buddha statues in the temple also swayed in the wind, as if they were trembling in the fierce battle.
However, many lamas seemed to hear and see nothing and continued to make seals, cast spells and beat the evening drum.
The Living Buddha's gaze seemed to penetrate the barrier of space and saw King Lin.
King Lin also met the gaze of the Snow Region Living Buddha at the first moment.
This feeling was a thrill he had never experienced in his life.
Just like Shanzhi saw Xu Qing’s finger before.
At this moment, King Lin suddenly had a feeling in his heart.
Even though he is so strong now, in the eyes of this "living Buddha", he is just a strong ant.
No matter how strong an ant is, it is still just an ant!
A sense of humiliation arises spontaneously.
With a heart full of anger, King Lin shot the second arrow.
At the same time, a brilliant manuscript, as if illuminating the eternal night, burned beside King Lin.
This is the original manuscript of the Immortal Dynasty Law written by Xu Qing!
(End of this chapter)