362 Clouds above the Mortal World, Buddha with a Bloody Face (2/2)
When Ning Que released his right hand, the chopper fell to the ground with a light sound.
He closed his eyes and silently stood in the middle of the crowd.
The middle-aged monk suddenly turned pale, his body shivering fiercely as if he were about to lie down in the clouds and never wake up again.
His palms were brought together slowly but firmly.
The steam clouds gradually became quiet.
The middle-aged monk regained his composure at a snail's pace, refusing to fall.
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The grave was crushed by Ning Que into countless fragments of gravel that were sent flying all over the sky.
After the stone rain dissipated, there appeared a giant stone Buddha a dozen feet above the ground.
The stone Buddha looked amiable and benevolent. His opened eyes showed an unspeakable indifference and stateliness, as if thunder and lightning were brewing within them, and were filled with both mercy and rage towards the man in front of it.
Mercy and rage were seemingly two incompatible sentiments.
However, there was a perfect demonstration of both at the same time on the face of the stone Buddha.
Pity for his misfortunes, wrath for his transgressions.
The lips of the stone Buddha compressed into a line—a shallow line carved with a knife as if it had not opened its mouth for thousands of years.
Ning Que looked at the line and recalled the beautiful thin lips of the girl dressed in white.
The stone Buddha did not utter a word.
There was a Buddhist maxim spreading out between heaven and earth. The maxim was of two monosyllables, its meaning was inexplicit, yet it was vigorous and far-reaching.
Gravel was falling to the ground like torrential rain.
Ning Que looked up at the sky and saw the soil and stones coming at him, but he did not know what to do.
The skyful of gravel was like rain, falling upon his body and his face.
When the actual pain of the body was transmitted to his sense of perception, he realized that every inch of his body and his entrails were being struck by the attacks from the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
At that moment, he recalled the scene where old Lyu Qingchen killed the scholar at the crossroads of the Northern Mountain Road.
The scholar had joined the Devil and died.
Ning Que had also joined the Devil, but he had completely merged with it.
How could the invasion of the Qi of Heaven and Earth kill him?
He felt nothing but pain.
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The steam from the stuffed bun house still drifted through the street.
The middle-aged monk stood within the cloud and mist, his eyes deep and serene, with a burning spark in their deepest recesses wherefrom originated shock, rage and the lust to kill.
He had never expected Ning Que, the youngest and weakest of the Academy, to have such a vigorous Psyche Power that could easily defuse the chilly attack of the gravestone a thousand miles away when his sense of perception was under attack.
What shocked him even more was his failure to injure Ning Que when he controlled the Qi of Heaven and Earth with his Psyche Power to make a direct attack on the body of the cultivator in the form of a skyful of stone rain within the spiritual world!
This horrific body strength was obviously not the defense formed by the safeguarding genuine Qi of an expert at the Peak state of Martial Arts. Then there could be only one reason—a possibility that caused the middle-aged monk's shock and his lust to kill.
The palms of the middle-aged monk that were formerly closed together separated from each other right now.
He used his left index finger to dig up a hole from his right palm.
Then he tore off a piece of bloody flesh expressionlessly.
After this move, his darkish face grew paler, his eyebrows were showing unmistakable signs of senility, while his face was dried up and filled with layered wrinkles like the waste piles brushed with rainwater.
He wiped the blood and flesh from his right palm on the dried up face.
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This was not the evil Bloody Emblematic Gesture of the Devil's Doctrine.
Rather, it was the most powerful and most resolute Blood Sacrifice to Buddha of the Buddhism Sect.
Disciples of the Buddhism Sect using this tactic would later die, even if they had a deep cultivation realm.
Unless it was for a moment of a crisis happening to the sect or encountering bitter enemies whose hate spanned over generations, no disciple would ever use this skill, which went against the tenets of compassion of the Buddhism Sect.
When Chen Pipi saw the middle-aged man dig up his palm and wipe his face, he immediately realized what was going on. He was shocked at the resolution of the monk to kill younger brother Ning Que!
At this dangerous moment, he could not help intervening to rescue his younger brother.
His large and wide academy clothes drifted and vibrated like a flag even though there was no breeze.
He slightly bent his index finger in the posture of the Natural Stream Magical Finger, then attacked the middle-aged monk along with the No-Boundary Spirit of the Academy.
Just then, he witnessed something extraordinary.
Something shocking enough to leave him stunned for a moment.
However, victory and defeat in a battle in the spiritual world usually needed just one moment.
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