1075 The Jolly Dashing Wind Through Thousand Miles (1/2)

Hengmu Liren's punch carried the ma.s.sive power of Haotian. It pounded on Ning Que yet failed to kill him. He could not understand why. Ning Que was covered in blood and gashes were all over his body. Even his heart was apparently wounded. But he could still stand upright. Why?

The big black horse ran to Ning Que, lowered its head by his right hand and placed his arm over its neck to help him stand still. Ning Que stroked on its mane and a.s.sured that he was fine.

”I forgot the sequence of Lian Sheng's words. Whether it was to practice Buddhism before Devil's Doctrine or the other way round, they meant the same. Only the unbreakable vajra could stay away from the dust.” Ning Que wiped off the blood stain on his Academy suit, looked at Hengmu Liren and said, ”You seem to know me well. But you have no idea about what I have been cultivating on for the longest time.”

He first learned talisman, then Haoran Qi, followed by Lian Sheng's Dark Techniques, and eventually Buddhism in Lanke Temple.

But in fact the longest time he spent was on Buddhism. It was the time inside the Buddha's chessboard rather than in the real world. Inside the chessboard, he practiced Buddhism for a thousand years until the mountain-sized Buddha statue looked like Sangsang. And he was with Sangsang throughout the thousand years.

Sangsang had always been inside his body, engraved on his heart. His body and soul had become divine to some extent. In other words he had reached the zenith of both Buddhism and Devil's Doctrine at the same time.

The thousand years inside the Buddha's chessboard were the least he would like to recall. Even the Eldest Brother was barely aware of anything happened there, not to mention the rest of the world. Taoism treated him as their biggest enemy and tried to know everything about him. But even they did not know that apart from his well-known skills, he had also practiced Buddhism.

Hengmu Liren did not know either. Therefore he could not understand Ning Quo's words. But he sensed the danger subconsciously and his jet black pupils shone in extreme vigilance.

For a powerful figure like him, when his psyche was disturbed the heaven and earth echoed. Storm was formed again inside the City of Yangzhou. The clouds swirled in the sky while the Qi of Heaven and Earth was turned into a mess.

Hengmu Liren rode on the wind and came to Ning Que instantly. His right fist was flaming and created a stream of fire like a meteorite darting toward Ning Que's face.

The end of spring was also the beginning of summer. Despite those dead bodies lying on the bridges and hanging on the trees, the scenery in and outside Yangzhou was very delightful. The gra.s.s was growing and wild flowers blooming in the mist.

The big black horse accidentally caught a tiny yellow flower in his mane when they ran through the fields and across the city. The flower s.h.i.+vered in the wind.

Ning Que was stroking on its mane and picked up the tiny yellow flower with his right hand. He held the tiny yellow flower and reached out to the storm and the flaming fist. The tiny yellow flower was blown backward but not broken from its delicate stem. A bout of compa.s.sionate energy was spread out from the petals.

Hengmu Liren's fist was slowed down and could never reach Ning Que.

Instead of becoming a Buddha himself, Ning Que formed a Dharmakaya. An indistinctive statue of Buddha appeared behind him. But it was not a statue with a broad forehead and long ears. Instead, it looked like a plump woman. It was neither the Buddha nor the Acalanatha. It was Sangsang. This was his achievement of the thousand years of cultivation of Buddhism.

Hengmu Liren claimed that he was fighting for Haotian. Ning Que said that too. But he had been fighting for her for so many years that it was her turn to fight for him now.

Hengmu Liren's fist was still blazing in Haotian's Divine Flame. It was dazzling and his cheeks seemed pale under the brightness. And his eyes were filled with restlessness, anger and unwillingness.

Tianqi was Haotian's bestowal. How could he hurt Haotian with the power she bestowed him? That would be blasphemy.

”So what? Without the power of faith how could you call for the real Haotian!”

Hengmu Liren yelled at him. His voice was like a series of spring thunder that exploded in and outside Yangzhou. He applied his ultimate level and continued to bomb onto the tiny flower in Ning Que's hand.

His figure turned extremely lofty all of a sudden.

His hair was disheveled, and his body was steaming in white mist. He seemed like an ancient divine figure if it was not for his anger.

”She is not Haotian! She's just a Buddha statue in your heart! The Buddha was the most hypocritical and just pretended to be compa.s.sionate! The Chief Monk of Scripture could not even hurt Jun Mo but was defeated by him. Even if you could become a buddha, you could never take me down!”

The divine Hengmu Liren looked ruthlessly down toward him.

Ning Que was bleeding all over. The Buddha statue of Sangsang stood silently behind him and looked compa.s.sionately toward the street. They did not know whether she was looking at Hengmu or Ning Que.

Hengmu was right. Without the power of faith, Ning Que could not have the real Sangsang here no matter how hard he had practiced on Buddhism. He could barely keep himself safe, not to mention to hurt Hengmu.

Yangzhou was not Chang'an. All those who were loyal to Tang and the Academy, or who wanted to help Ning Que were all killed by Hengmu. The rest were silenced in awe. Therefore Ning Que could never write a Talisman like he did in Chang'an, nor could he gather the power of faith.

”We do not like to call it faith in the Academy.”

The glorious Buddha statue was confronting the divine Hengmu on the street. Ning Que and his tiny yellow flower seemed so insignificant. But he was still very calm.

”We'd like to call it belief.” Upon those words he let go of the yellow flower in the wind.

In the meanwhile the Dharmakaya disappeared in the wind and the Buddha's glory was charged into this body.

He held on the hilt of this iron cutla.s.s.

Endless dim, indistinct energy came from everywhere in and outside Yangzhou, flowed toward him silently and charged into his body bit by bit.

Hengmu Liren turned ghastly pale and spoke to himself puzzled, ”How could this happen?”

The energy was just what he thought Ning Que could never gather from the City of Yangzhou. It was the power of faith, or in Ning Que's words, the power of belief.

Even if the Buddha was present, how could he have collected the belief from the dead?