Chapter 598 (1/2)
Chapter 598
Chapter 598: The Academy is rational, the Gentleman knows the way
Translator: Transn Editor: Transn
A bitter howl instantly penetrated the gradual autumn rain, as it echoed throughout the ruined old temple .
Master Boshu looked at his severed arm in the rain . His face was pale and there were two b.l.o.o.d.y holes in his body . He looked like he was about to fall down . As president of the Commandment Yard of Xuankong Temple, his Buddhism was deep and his will was strong . Earlier, he had been unable to make a sound, even though his arm was cut off by Ning Que's podao . However, his cultivation was severely damaged now and, as Jun Mo had severed his other arm, it was the same as destroying everything he had – he could hold it back no more .
Quni Madi looked at the scene ahead in shock as she suddenly screamed and rushed beside the broken stairs . She embraced the bloodied Master Boshu in her arms as she tried to stop the bleeding .
Qi Nian looked bitter while chanting the name of Buddha, as he watched Jun Mo walking over to him . Because he hadn't spoken in many years, his voice was dry and incredibly rough .
”Second Mister, this is indeed . . . ”
He couldn't finish his sentence, because Jun Mo didn't want to hear it . Holding the straight, yet unusual, iron sword in his right hand, he swung it down over his head .
Qi Nian's face was pale, having broken his silent meditation of sixteen years had caused the shocking scene in front of him and had greatly disturbed his Buddhist heart . Moreover, the arrow talisman injury, that Ning Que had left on him, had greatly damaged his abilities – he was far from how he was at his peak .
But, after all, he was a Buddha that walked the world . Against the iron sword, that was as high as a mountain, pressing down on him, he didn't show any terror on his face . Instead, he extended his right thumb and drew a circle in front of himself .
Qi Nian's fingers shook slightly as he drew in air, filled with cold autumn rain . Circles after circles appeared with the bigger ones around smaller ones . They were filled with life, just like apertures of Buddha's immortal life .
Jun Mo's iron sword cut across horizontally, he was still walking the righteous way . Just like himself, the iron sword drew countless squares in the autumn rain, every single sword trace were similar in length and width .
The circles drawn with fingers were extremely round and enclosed every square that the iron sword had drawn . The rainwater that fell into the circles had only touched the aura before it was deflected away .
Qi Nian looked at Jun Mo as he said in a hoa.r.s.e voice, ”The skies are round and the earth is square . How could you break out from the circle?”
Jun Mo said indifferently, ”Since you are human, you must be clear that you stand on earth . ”
Just as he said so, there were a few clear buzzing sounds as the iron sword struck horizontally and slashed the Buddha aura in the rainy skies into many pieces, the squarish sword style broke out fiercely from the circles!
Qi Nian was stunned . He chanted the name of Buddha and placed twenty-seven layers of Buddhist aura in front of himself as protection .
”Can a Gentleman be fooled?”
Jun Mo asked softly as the iron sword broke through all twenty-seven layers of Buddhist aura .
Fresh blood seeped out from the corner of Qi Nian's lips . He opened his hands like lotus flowers in front of himself and made a powerful mantra Emblematic Gesture .
”Can a Gentleman be fooled?”
Jun Mo shouted as his iron sword pierced through the mantra Emblematic Gesture .
Qi Nian spat out blood but was still determined to keep fighting . He invoked the Acalanatha spell to meet that iron sword .
”This Gentleman will fool you!”
Jun Mo screamed in anger as the iron sword broke through the rain and cut Qi Nian's outer body into two halves!
Seeing the Buddhist suffering severe injuries and his life in danger, monks at the back of Lanke Temple that could still crawl up shouted and walked towards the front of the stone stairs, attempting to use their physical bodies to save Qi Nian's life .
Jun Mo's iron sword left his hands with a swoos.h.i.+ng sound and ten over monks fell to the floor dead .
The iron sword drew four straight lines on the stone square in the autumn rain before returning to its original location towards Qi Nian .
A straight wound suddenly appeared on Qi Nian's body .
His face was incredibly pale . There was a lotus print on the lotus seat as he closed his eyes and began meditating .
He was thinking about life, about death, about bones and flesh, about immortality .
Jun Mo didn't care what he was doing, he simply slashed with the iron sword again .
In an instant, he had slashed with it seventy-seven times .
Qi Nian had gone through eleven cycles of meditation .
The s.h.i.+rt that was on his body had been cut to shreds . His skin suffered multiple wounds, which had even reached his bones .
Those wounds were healing at a clearly visible pace, but before they could heal completely, they were be cut open again by that iron sword .
No matter how fast Qi Nian was at meditating, no matter how fast his Buddha body could heal, he would never be able to reach the speed of the iron sword!
In time, he was struggling more and more .
And as he was struggling, he had to bear more and more pain .
Such pain was almost as if he were being dismembered .
No matter how firm his Buddhist heart was, his brow couldn't help but show a pained expression .
The iron sword struck again .
Qi Nian's body suffered a severe hit – he flew backwards, cras.h.i.+ng into the statue of Buddha that had collapsed in the hall earlier . He spat out blood .