591 Battle, Victory over Buddha (1/2)

Chapter 591: Battle, Victory over Buddha

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Besides a certain concealed object, Primordial Thirteen Arrows were Ning Que's most powerful means. They even surpassed the valiant Great Spirit in his body. It was because of the Primordial Thirteen Arrows that he was able to find a glimmer of hope among despair whenever he came across a powerful enemy that was of a higher state than him. They even left his enemy in despair.

By using Primordial Thirteen Arrows in the depth of the Wilderness, he managed to destroy Long Qing with one arrow even though he was in the Seethrough Realm. He also began a long entanglement with Ye Hongyu, who was in the Knowing Destiny State. If he could not use the Primordial Thirteen Arrows facing off against Master Boshu and Cheng Ziqing – two Knowing Destiny State professionals, he would've had to admit defeat.

In the past, enemies had different ways of dealing with Primordial Thirteen Arrows: Ye Hongyu made use of her intricate and horrifying plans in battle, Long Qing counted on his unique experience to anticipate the enemy's actions, Master Boshu counted on his Buddhist relic – Yue laan Bell and Cheng Ziqing broke his Natal Sword, though he could only do so once.

However, Qi Nian had managed to forcefully distort space with bell sounds from the ancient temple. This was a powerful method that nobody could have imagined. Was this the highest standard in the cultivation world?

No matter how powerful one's will was they would despair now. However, Ning Que didn't. Once again, he pulled back his bow, like a full moon that couldn't exist in this world, as he keenly analyzed the resounding echoes of the ancient temple's bell. In an indistinguishable moment, he released the bowstring, firing another arrow.

This time, the Primordial Thirteen Arrow found a gap in the bell's tempo. It was like finding real space among the twisted space in front of the temple.

Facing this arrow, Qi Nian seemed unusually calm and resolute. His body was still – as though he were meditating.

Two profound Buddhist auras invoking endless auras of heaven and earth, appeared from the space on either side of him. Just like the heavy gates of the ancient temple, they closed in front of him.

The metal arrow shot into the air, which was as viscous as water, appearing like a black bolt of lightning.

The metal arrow's speed decreased rapidly, rubbing against the air at a high speed, sending out a palpitating wail. The arrow's body was set aflame, releasing a pungent smell, before stopping.

The metal arrow was suspended in air quietly, three feet from Qi Nian's face.

Qi Nian furrowed his brows slightly.

The iron arrow fell from the air.

Without waiting for the metal arrow to fall, Ning Que released the third arrow.

Qi Nian could no longer defend with just meditation. He brought his hands, that were in the kapok kasaya, together as two residual shadows followed. He placed them together in front of his chest.

The invisible gate, which was formed and brought about by the Qi of Heaven and Earth from the Buddhist aura, closed even more tightly.

The iron arrow shot into the invisible aura gate.

A visible ripple appeared in the air in front of the hall. It then dispersed to all sides in a circular fashion.

The metal arrow was at the center of those ripples.

Every ripple was another impact.

Qi Nian's face, which was as tough as stone, changed color: it turned pale, then slighty red and pale again. It changed 4 times in an instant, which was exactly the same number of times as there were ripples in the space in front of him.

Ning Que released the fourth arrow.

This metal arrow was so accurate that it shot into the tail end of the third arrow.

The two arrows collided and produced a clear metallic clanging noise.

This metal arrow was just like the incredibly heavy metal hammer in Sixth Brother's hands. It landed heavily on the nock, forcefully pushing the third arrow further through the air in front of Qi Nian.

Qi Nian's heart trembled.

He raised his heel as the old kapok kasaya drifted in the wind, surging back at least thirty feet.

His straw sandals rubbed hard against the bluestone floor, braking apart and leaving behind thirty feet long straw shred streaks.

At this moment, Ning Que's second arrow landed on the ground, producing a clanging sound.

Together with the noise, Qi Nian's calm heart was disrupted. Fresh blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth.

Even the Buddhism Sect World Wayfarer was hurt by the Primordial Thirteen Arrows!

Witnessing this scene, people in the temple were stunned and speechless.

Qi Nian looked quietly at Ning Que with a heavy expression. His eyes became complicated.

A little pity, a little regret, a little sadness.

Ning Que had no idea what this monk was thinking.

He only wanted to kill this monk.

So he continued shooting without any hesitation. He prepared the fifth arrow.

Just as he strung his arrow.

Qi Nian began his meditation again.

This time, however, he wasn't defending but rather – attacking.

A merciful attack was still an attack.

This was the first time Qi Nian really did something today.

The figure of Buddha appeared before Ning Que.

He knew this was his own spiritual world.

Qi Nian's meditation had come into his sea of knowledge.

Ning Que knew how mighty his psyche powers were and hence, even though he knew that this Buddha was created by Qi Nian's incredible natural meditation, he wasn't afraid.

He intended to use his own psyche powers to crush this meditation, which the other party had sent over, dealing a heavy blow to him and even prepared to retaliate with his own psyche.

However, the next moment, he suddenly realized he had lost all desire to battle.

It's not that he lost the will to battle, but rather – the desire to battle.

Under that golden light and the Buddha that was filled with calm, compassionate aura – not only his desire to battle – all negative emotions like violence and competition seemed to have disappeared.

Looking at the Buddha that was sitting between heaven and earth in front of him, Ning Que was calm – he didn't have any desire to fight.

There was a vague sound by his ears.

”Set aside the cleaver and embrace Buddhism.”

Ning Que had told Master Boshu previously in the hall that he didn't believe in Buddha.

There were people who had read Buddhist scriptures in the Academy and even Senior Brothers who had practiced Buddhism. However, if one were to really look closely, there wasn't a single person at the back of the mountain who believed in Buddhism. In fact, no one respected the Buddhism Sect.