363 Killing Oneself and Others Due to Compassion & Scolding and Laughing at Buddha Due to Small Fee (2/2)
The dirt and stones that fell from the sky were purified and turned into white holy lotus flowers, which washed over Ning Que's body.
A petal silently landed on his cotton robes. However, it tore a wound on his body and fresh blood poured out like a bowl of overflowing hot-and-spicy shredded noodles.
Ning Que looked up at the sky and frowned slightly. He moved his psyche and applied the Great Spirit within his body. It burst out from the middle of his eyebrows and tore all the petals apart.
However, it was full of flowers. There were too many lotus flowers. How could he be able to keep them all suspended in the air?
The lotus flowers bloomed, and the petals fell onto his face and body. They tore open his cotton robes and wormed into his skin, cutting his flesh open and revealing bones.
An endless pain drilled into his bones and blood. And then, they burst forth toward every inch of his body, and then into his brain. It shocked his sense of perception and gave him extreme pain.
The blood sacrifice to Buddha was a very powerful art of the Buddhist Sect.
The stone Buddha, with blood on his face after the shower of flowers, actually represented dedicating oneself to Buddhism.
Dedicating oneself to Buddhism and temporarily creating a pure land of lotuses, purging it of devils and evils—these means surpassed the scope of ordinary Buddhist rites and were the acts of wonder in the supermundane world.
Only disciples with great perseverance, determination, mercy, and evil could enter this state.
Even Chen Pipi, who had entered the Knowing Destiny State, would get in great trouble if he were trapped in this pure land of lotuses by the Bhadanta of the Buddhist Sect, so he had to treat this carefully.
And Ning Que had only entered the Seethrough State at the Daming Lake.
At his current cultivation and emotional state, he would not be able to escape the skies filled with lotus flowers.
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The rain of lotus flowers revealed a clear intention to kill.
Ning Que looked at the stone Buddha in the distance through the curtain of blood dripping from his lashes. He asked after a brief silence, ”You had planned to kill me since we began. It had nothing to do with me representing the Academy to enter the Human Realm, and had nothing to do with you knowing that I have joined the Devil in the Wilderness. You just want to kill me. I do not understand, even if you were really a supermundane being from the Xuankong Temple, could you really bear the consequences of killing me?”
The giant stone Buddha seemed to be smiling happily and crying sadly at the same time with blood dripping from its mouth. He did not answer Ning Que, but just remained silent.
”This is a duel that took place in Chang'an. I killed you in a fair duel. There won't be any trouble. The Tang are all concerned about their reputation, and the Academy is even more so. They would not dare to anger Yuelun, much less the Buddhist Sect. On the contrary, they would remain silent to save their reputation.”
The middle-aged monk's voice rang out from the rain of flowers.
”Furthermore, I have confirmed that Mr. Thirteen, you have joined the Devil.”
Ning Que, who was covered in blood, looked in the direction of where that voice had come from and asked harshly, ”You were prepared to kill me before you found out that I have joined the Devil. Why? What have I done to the Buddhist Sect to anger them that a Bhadanta like you would vow to go to Chang'an to kill me?”
”I have said, 'You insulted Aunt in the Wilderness. You have insulted the Yuelun Kingdom and the Buddhist Sect'.”
Ning Que said sarcastically, ”I used to think that most of the people on earth were idiots. I didn't expect someone to treat me like an idiot. How can that old hag, Quni Madi, be a proper reason for the Buddhist Sect to offend the Tang Empire and the Academy?”
The middle-aged monk said calmly and firmly, ”There are, of course, other reasons. But you have been doomed since you insulted Aunt in the Wilderness.”
Ning Que wiped the blood from his face. When his sleeves rubbed over the deep gouges made by the lotus flowers, he felt an unbearable stinging pain, but he smiled.
”Do you really think that your surname is Yang?”
Ning Que laughed his head off. He looked at the stone Buddha outside of the rain of flowers. He rubbed away his tears and blood and said while laughing, ”If all this turns out to be a romance drama, I'll be very disappointed.”
”There are many things in the world that you do not know.”
”If so, can you tell me?”
”No. You have joined the Devil, so all I have to do is kill you.”
The voice of the middle-aged monk sounded to be extraordinarily ethereal in the rain of lotus flowers, and then it turned into confusion.
”Two generation of Academy disciples entering the Human Realm have joined the Devil one after another. Could this be the will of Haotian, or be the way that fate works?”
Ning Que did not notice the doubts hidden in the voice of the middle-aged monk outside of the rain of flowers.
He focused on the lotus rain.
He looked at the lotus petals that had fallen in front of and on him and remembered the dream that he had a long time ago. He thought of Sangsang's pale white feet and the countless nights that he had been kicked by those little feet that were as white as lotuses. He started to feel sorrow, and then he began to feel angry.
”I don't care how many reasons you have to kill me. But since you know that I have joined the Devil, and have made so many pairs of my Sangsang's feet to kick me, I will definitely kill you.”
He retrieved the big black umbrella from his back and opened it.
The umbrella was like a black lotus flower and was exceptionally eye-catching in the rain of white lotus flowers.
He held the umbrella and stood in the lotus rain, looking at the stone Buddha afar, whose face was covered in blood.
He looked like a tourist holding a paper umbrella in the drizzle, admiring the willows on the other side of a river.
Then, he said, ”Buddha, I am coming to kill you.”
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