Chapter 350 (2/2)

The rain might seem majestic, but it did not cause him any harm. He decided not to think about it. The middle finger of his right hand held before his body popped up, flicking at a single raindrop.

In fact, monk Guan Hai's finger did not really touch the raindrop, it was his sense that had touched it. Then, the raindrop understood his will, and with a poof, broke through the air in the hall and flew towards Ning Que like an arrow!

Ning Que did not appear to have seen the raindrop. He did not make any move to avoid, but only lowered his head.

Monk Guan Hai could vaguely see the raindrop seeping into Ning Que's hair through the curtain of rain. He could not help but slightly freeze as he wondered how the Lanke Temple would explain to the Academy if he really injured Ning Que.

Unexpectedly, the raindrop did not seem to have any effects on Ning Que. He just quietly lowered his head.

The third Fu paper he issued had already floated before monk Guan Hai. It released all its talisman power just as the rain stopped in the middle of the Taoist temple. The pure aura in the Fu paper seeped into every drop of water.

The storm had ceased, and the rainwater flowed off monk Guan Hai, and on the dark glistening floors. With the seepage of the talisman power, the rainwater froze at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye. The water on the ground froze into miniature glaciers, and that landed on monk Guan Hai turned into a miniature icefall!

The strong coldness shrouded the empty temple hall.

The rainwater in monk Guan Hai's robes and face turned into ice. His eyelashes became ice ridges beneath the eaves in winter. His body was covered by a thin transparent layer of ice, and he looked like an ice sculpture of Buddha.

The water between the ice-sculpted Buddha statue and the black floors had also been frozen. Those who once lived through winter would know, that such a freeze was stronger than the adhesion of asphalt. Monk Guan Hai had been completely frozen within the ice and could not use his powers. He would not be able to get out of this situation within a short time, and could only wait to be easily defeated by Ning Que.

However, while Monk Guan Hai was not well-renowned, he was, after all, a core disciple of the secluded elder of Lanke Temple. His cultivation in Buddhist arts was above that of the seven disciples in the Buddhist Sect. Would he be so easily defeated by talisman ice?

Monk Guan Hai remained frozen by the ice. While he was unable to move his body, his heart could. His lips could not move, but his mind could. There was a thick and compa.s.sionate aura emitting from his abdomen. It was hard to understand, but it was very solemn.

It was the Buddhist Chant!

As the Buddhist Chant rang in the empty hall, monk Guan Hai's eyelids quivered slightly. The ice on it fell, and the ice armor around his thin monk robes cracked. His hands were finally freed when the ice on his sleeves melted.

A monk would execute Buddhist etiquette with both hands, which was why hands were the most important part of the Buddhist Sect's arts.

Monk Guan Hai's hands had finally regained freedom. He pressed his palms together without hesitation, and the two Wisdom King gestures in each hand met. A mighty strong power burst out from him, and it broke the talisman ice around him into shards.

Tens of thousands of ice shards hung around him, suspended in mid-air.

The last rays of daylight shone through the window cracks and were reflected and refracted by the myriad shards of ice. They

of ice. They turned into rays of golden light, bathing monk Guan Hai in the glow, and his Wisdom King gesture was completed!

It was at this moment when Ning Que lifted his head and looked at monk Guan Hai who was bathed in the Buddhist light. The left hand that had been resting on his knee all along suddenly tightened, crus.h.i.+ng the Fu paper that he had been secretly holding for a long time.

Ning Que had used the pouch that Master Yan Se had left him by the Daming Lake. He felt his heart stir as he sensed the power in the Fu. He had made his first intent Fu on his journey back to Chang'an.

It was the Scatter Fu that he was activating right now!

This Scatter Fu did not float towards monk Guan Hai because it was an intent Fu. Ning Que could not use the method he had mastered today, by the lake at Yanming Mountain. The Fu power floated, seeming a little weak.

While enveloped in the golden glow, monk Guan Hai furrowed his brows as he sensed the frailty of the oncoming Fu power.

Ning Que's activation of the Scatter Fu was not aimed at the monk, but at the surrounding shards of ice.

The Fu power in the Scatter Fu was activated, and the shards of broken ice became even smaller.

Dust was slightly smaller than the ice shards.

Ice was water.

Water that turned into dust would become clouds or fog.

Fog filled the temple, as if the world had suddenly floated high in the clouds. The fumes obscured everything in sight, even disturbing the Qi of Heaven and Earth.

It was at this moment when the fog started to ripple.

The fog dissipated slightly, revealing Ning Que.

He stood in front of monk Guan Hai.

He was just a short distance away.

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