Chapter 364 (1/2)

Chapter 364: Buddha's Head and Meat Buns

Unlike Guan Hai, the Lanke Temple's monk, whose heart was in the esoteric state and his cultivation was in palm emblems, the sadhu drinking water in the morning at street of Chang'an in broken straw shoes had a clear goal for his trip. He wanted to use challenging the Academy's disciple who entered the human realm as an opportunity to cripple or even kill Ning Que.

Ning Que had not rested for 24 hours. He had not slept or even sat for a while. He had eaten or drunk nothing. Physical tiredness and tons of emotions had exhausted him. It seemed that he would die no matter what in the face of such a terrifying powerhouse of the Buddhism Sect.

Ning Que had encountered his greatest fear when he discovered that Sangsang had left home yesterday morning and he might never see her again. It was the first time he had the impulse to kill himself. He wrangled with the idea of whether he should in the middle of the night by the Yanming Lake where he cursed it.

However, Sang Sang was still in Chang'an City, and he had finally made a difficult decision. How could he die at this moment? If he died now, wouldn't it be a waste of all the pains and struggles he had experienced previously? If he were to die now, then he should had visited the House of Red Sleeves for a happy night.

The middle-aged monk wanted to kill him, but he did not want to die. He had to kill the monk.

After all, the pure white lotus flowers in the air were not really Sangsang's little feet. And no matter whether it was a stone Buddha or a real G.o.d hidden behind the curtain of flowers, it would not stop him from heading there with his big black umbrella.

As long as that place was not Sangsang that he would never be able to beat.

Then nothing could stop him. He would destroy any barrier in front of him.

The big black umbrella was very big and it blocked his vision and the sky.

White lotus flowers fell from the sky slowly. Some landed on the surface of the thick, greasy black umbrella, gradually melted and disappear. Some fell on the surface of the black umbrella like dewdrops on a drum surface, bouncing back into the air with a thwack sound. However, most of the white lotus flowers scattered in fear when they neared the black umbrella.

Ning Que held the big black umbrella and walked towards the stone Buddha with a b.l.o.o.d.y face. He walked slowly but steadily, and he was unhurried. He looked like a tourist who was walking on a bridge across the lake, trying to pick willows on the other side of the sh.o.r.e.

As he walked, the shower of flowers was torn apart. Tens of thousands of lotus petals moved away slowly, trying to evade the black umbrella, thus causing several streaks of turbulence.

Tens of thousands of lotus petals whistled and swirled in the air. They flew higher and toward the lonely sky and fell slowly onto the stone Buddha's face and body. Due to the sticky blood, these petals did not lift up into the air once more. Instead, they gradually covered the entire face of the stone Buddha.

The white lotus

petals covered the stone Buddha's face densely. Blood oozed out from the overlapping edges of the flowers, making them look especially clear. The petals were so many that they looked extremely terrifying.

Ning Que walked beneath the big black umbrella in the thinning rain of withering petals.

He was getting closer and closer to the stone Buddha.

The middle-aged monk called Dao s.h.i.+ was indeed very powerful, no matter his cultivation state or the ability to use the arts of Buddhism Sect. He was even as powerful as the Tao Addict, Ye Hongyu.

However,it was pity that he was a monk who could only use Zen to attack and kill.

But his target was Ning Que who carried the big black umbrella.

Ning Que did not have too much experience fighting with Psyche Masters. That was why he had been forced into the extremely dangerous stage of the pure land of lotus flowers by the middle-aged monk. However, he had used his powerful Psyche Power and strong body that he had acquired after joining the Devil and gained control of the situation.

In theory, a Psyche Master was the strongest amongst cultivators of the same state. However, the big black umbrella was able to block all Psyche attacks. That was why Ning Que was the nightmare of all Psyche Masters.

Ning Que had many doubts as to why the middle-aged monk would want to kill him and wanted to find the secrets behind it. That was why he was willing to use such a painful method of facing the rain of lotus flowers with his own flesh to gain time for questioning. Or perhaps he just wanted to feel pain? Physical pain could usually relieve emotional pain or annoyance. And he was already on the verge of breaking down from the annoyance.

And since he made the decision, he did not bother with anything else. The killing intention exuded from Ning Que.

A strong killing intent pa.s.sed through his hands to the umbrella's handle and to the whole umbrella. Then, it spread to the air around him causing the rain of lotus flowers to evade it in fear before reaching the stone Buddha's blood covered face.

Ning Que's killing intent had been brewing since Sangsang left home. It grew and became more terrifying as he searched on the streets of Chang'an and had almost torn apart the entire city. Then, it had been blown by the night breeze by the lake last night until it became as hot and hard as a sausage.

You could eat it with alcohol, and it would motivate you to kill someone.

Ning Que stopped at the feet of the stone Buddha and carried the big black umbrella like a knife on his shoulders. He looked up.

The stone Buddha's face was covered densely in lotus petals, and blood oozed from gaps between petals.

The Buddha's eyes were not covered by the petals, but in his eyes, compa.s.sion and anger were replaced by confusion.

Ning Que looked at the Buddha's face that was covered in blood and petals. After a moment of silence, he used his right palm like a knife, and issued a blow at it from thousands feet away.

There was no sharp sounds of a blade striking.

And there was not any blade aura that could spread thousands miles.

The thin rain of lotus flowers danced gently.

All was silent before the Buddha.

However, a large and deep lash appeared on the Buddha's face.

It began from the Buddha's temple and stretched down diagonally to the left face, breaking the vague smile on his lips.

The lotus flowers that had been cut through were smashed into a mud and flowed with the blood.

The confusion in the stone Buddha's eyes was quickly replaced with fear and shock.

The lotus petals began to fall from the stone Buddha's face. It could be due to the stickiness of the blood, but each petal would bring a tiny piece of rock with it when it fell.

As the petals fell, the cracks that had been present on Buddha's face grew deeper and its face was ruined. Then the left part of his brows, eyes, nose, and lips began to fall to the ground like stone rain.

It looked as if thousands years of weathering was finished within this moment.

The stone statue collapsed, bringing up a flurry of dust and some lotus petals.