966 Kill At Sigh (2/2)

Sangsang lay on his body and scratched his ear with her fingers. ”Are you really going to look for the Buddha?”

Ning Que said, ”It's necessary to see the Buddha himself if I want to be enlightened. I need to see him.”

Sangsang's actions were a bit staff as she said, ”If you go to see him, he will wake up.”

Ning Que scratched himself with the cutla.s.s handle and said, ”I want him to wake up.”

Sang Sang said seriously, ”If I wasn't poisoned, I would have gone after him and woken him up in order to kill him. But now I can't do it; neither can you.”

”You were wrong about one thing,” Ning Que said. ”Waking up is only one way to describe it. The correct one should be that we only know if he's dead or alive once we see him.”

”And then?”

”And then the Buddha might be alive or dead...In other words, his death or life would be confirmed once we see it with a chance of 50 to 50.”

Sangsang said, ”You're gambling with our own lives.”

”We're betting on the Buddha's life,” Ning Que said, smiling.

”On ours as well.”

Ning Que said, ”Since we're all on the verge of death, why don't we take a shot? The gamble would at least give us 50 percent of chance.”

Sangsang said, ”I don't like to gamble on lives.”

Ning Que said, ”Why?”

”Because Haotian never plays dice,” Sangsang said.

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Haotian knew and was capable of everything. That was because the G.o.d could calculate and control everything. She obviously wouldn't play dices, because that was something she couldn't control.

Ning Que understood Sangsang's instinct, but he was much clearer that she wasn't omniscient or invincible anymore. If they didn't bet on their lives with the Buddha, the only thing facing them was their eventual death.

The good thing was that she was on Ning Que's back now. She couldn't do anything about where he wanted to go.

They walked across the gra.s.sland after the rain and the deserted field. Finally they came to an area of hills.

Ning Que noticed that the Buddha's Light in the rear side of them was getting brighter and brighter. This meant that the Buddhas were gathered and approaching, so he speeded up.

Three days after they pa.s.sed the hills, a large forest came in front of them. Countless redwoods reached to the sky. The fog in the forest made it seem like a world of smoke. The sound of water indistinctly echoed from the distant front.

A monk who looked quite normal walked out from behind a redwood. A fat and rich man came from behind another redwood. More and more people walked out.

They were the Buddhas cultivated from common beings. All the Buddhas came here and were too crowded to count. A lot of Buddhas chased them from Chaoyang City with the wounds created by Ning Que's cutla.s.s and arrows. Golden liquid spilled out of the wounds and became the Buddha's Lights once exposed in the wind.

Tens of thousands of Buddha's Lights instantly dispelled the thin fog in the woods. All Buddhas bowed, hands together in prayer. Then they started to chant the sutra with benevolent voices.

Sangsang paled. Looking at countless Buddhas in the woods, she said, ”Noisy.”

Golden Buddha's Lights spread through the quiet woods. The fluctuating chanting was the only sound. The countless Buddhas looked solemn, but to Ning Que, the whole picture was full of gloom and grue.

He didn't speak. He drew out the iron bow and shot out an invisible arrow.

Golden blood bespeckled the redwoods. A Buddha sat dead on knees aside him with a deep and slightly curved wound between his chest and abdomen. Golden liquid bled out, and then became the Buddha's Light.

The Buddha's Light in the woods grew much stronger, making it more painful for Sangsang.

Ning Que looked very serious. During their escape, these Buddhas seldom fought back or used any dharmvessels. Instead, he even felt they were waiting to be killed.

Each Buddha he killed would brighten the Buddha's Light. In this sense, Sangsang was one step nearer to her death. Right now, he could neither ignore them nor kill them. It was impossible to kill them even if he set his mind to it.

”Move away! If stand in our way, be killed no matter a Buddha or human...” Ning Que shouted while looking at countless Buddhas in the woods. He thought to say no matter a Buddha or human, but there was no man at all in the world. ”Any Buddhas stand in our way will be killed,” he said.

Hardly before he finished speaking, he rushed into the woods while carrying Sangsang.

Haoran Qi skyrocketed to the climax. His figure became a shadow as fast as a streak of light. He broke the silk bag and dozens of Fu papers lit up and emitted extraordinary glows in the lush woods. He cut and slashed with the cutla.s.s. The vermillion bird called sharply, and horrific fire swept in all directions. The iron bow was drawn in its full to clank. Countless redwoods beyond a span of arms were snapped and fell down.

In a very short while, Ning Que unleashed all of his most powerful means of attack. As a result, at least dozens of Buddhas fell down in a pool of blood. He looked valiant.

However, no matter what measure he took, the chanting in the woods never been stopped. The expressions of all Buddhas were still nothing but sympathetic. The way towards the distant east was still blocked.

The death of dozens of Buddhas dyed the gloomy and dark woods with extremely bright gold. The Buddha's Light became unprecedentedly bright, making it feel tangible and thick.

The Buddha's Light was too strong. It abruptly burst the cracks on the big black umbrella. Then, it fell on Sangsang. She leaned weakly on Ning Que's shoulders and coughed out blood at times.

Ning Que felt extremely cold. Even his hand holding the knife started to s.h.i.+ver.

”You can't die,” he said, face pale as he looked at the blood flowing down him.

Sangsang couldn't hold on any longer. ”I'm going in,” she whispered in his ear.

Ning Que didn't understand. The next moment, he felt another person inside his body.

Sangsang was still on his back, but Sangsang had gone into his body. Since the big black umbrella could no longer protect her, Ning Que was her last hope.

Ning Que lowered his head and fell silent for a long while. His breathing steadied, gradually aligning with that of the Sangsang's divine body. Finally, the rhythms were the same.

He didn't know what had happened, but he knew Sangsang paid a huge price.

He raised his head. He put away big black umbrella and put it on his back.

Looking at the countless Buddhas in the woods, he said ”Now, we'll fight another round.”

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