591 Battle, Victory over Buddha (2/2)

Such ingrained thoughts started from Youngest Uncle and were spread by Second Brother.

Ning Que followed Youngest Uncle's example, looked up to Second Brother and inherited the legacy of Master Lotus, who saw the Buddhism Sect as a tortoise. Hence, even though he studied Buddhism in the Lanke Temple, practiced the true Emblematic Gesture and was moved by Master Qishan, he still didn't believe in Buddhism and had a contemptuous attitude towards it.

Even if a real Buddha were to appear before him, he would shoot and slash at it. What's more, this Buddha in front of him was just an image – a fake.

In this world, everything was founded on faith.

Not believing is breaking this foundation.

Ning Que turned back and looked at Sangsang who was lying weakly against his shoulders.

If there was a true Buddha, this is the true Buddha.

He then looked at his hands.

He wasn't holding a cleaver but a metal bow instead.

Hence he stood straight and drew his bow again.

In the depths of the world.

Master Lotus could be vaguely heard laughing.

In front of the metal arrow, the majestic figure of Buddha disappeared.

Only a moment had passed in Lanke Temple.

Though Ning Que had paused slightly, he still loosed the fifth arrow.

Qi Nian had a slightly unusual expression. He remembered that all the disciples in the Academy were crazy and had no faith, and couldn't help but sigh.

Ning Que's fifth arrow lacked a sharp arrowhead. Instead it had a little iron pot.

In the autumn rain at the front of Red Lotus Temple, the little iron pots were overused.

Previously, in the hall, to deal with Master Boshu, he had used one of them.

This was the last one.

The air whirled and thundered.

Monks on the stone terrace at the back of the temple were struck by the waves but still maintained a perfect posture, as they kept reading the scriptures.

The front beam of the temple was struck again and with a sizzling sound, and showed signs of collapsing.

The thick invisible gate in the air was finally destroyed.

Countless sharp metal plates whistled as they swept past Qi Nian's body.

The worn kapok kasaya became increasingly worn out.

Countless wounds appeared on Qi Nian's body and fresh blood spewed out.

However, he still looked just as calm and resolute.

Ning Que pulled back the bowstring again. His hands started trembling, but his voice was steady as he said, ”I do not believe in evil and, naturally, I do not believe in Buddhism. If you do not want to show your true prowess, then I want to try shooting you till you die.”

At this moment, a bell sound was heard from the back of the horse carriage.

Master Boshu, who had lost an arm, knelt with much difficulty in a pool of his own blood. His fingers had touched the Yue laan Bell.

The bell sound rang throughout Lanke Temple.

Light of Buddha that came from the peak of Wa Mountain became increasingly thick as it landed on the black horse carriage.

Inside the horse carriage, the Big Black Umbrella became thinner as the ribs of the umbrella started shaking, giving out a clattering noise.

Under the might of supreme Buddha, it was the first time the big black umbrella showed fear.

Sangsang spat blood out again.

Ning Que's face turned pale as he suddenly turned around and shot an arrow into the hall.

However, this arrow landed on Qi Nian!

Qi Nian had entered the temple unknowingly.

He sat on his knees in front of Master Boshu. His gaze was droopy and his expression merciful.

The darkish iron arrow had pierced deeply into his chest.

The arrow's shaft was still vibrating, giving off a humming sound.

Qi Nian's expression didn't change, almost as if he couldn't feel the pain.

What was more puzzling was that the powerful Primordial Thirteen Arrow couldn't shoot through the monk's body!

”Acala power!”

Master Qishan leaned in monk Guan Hai's embrace as he looked at the iron arrow in Qi Nian's chest, looking incredibly weak, his gaze was incredibly shocked as he said, ”Ning Que, he has the powers of Acala... give up.”

Qi Nian raised his head and looked quietly at Ning Que, shaking his head.

He hadn't said a word but Ning Que understood him.

”You are much stronger than the rumors, but you can't kill me.”

Master Boshu sat in the pool of blood, his face was pale but determined as he used his remaining arm to continuously ring the bronze bell.

The Light of Buddha erupted, Ning Que carried Sangsang on his back as she continued puking blood, she had almost puked out all the fresh blood in her. The blood that came out now was black and as thick as ink.

Ning Que strung his bow and aimed at Boshu. His face was pale, his fingers were trembling and his tight lips quivered along with the bowstring that was touching them. It drew a thin cut on his lip.

Between him and Boshu, there was a monk named Qi Nian who sat with his legs crossed.

Having just entered the Knowing Destiny State, he was able to force the World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect into such a state – force him to use his powers at the expense of damaging the Buddha's heart. It was something to be proud of. From a certain perspective, today's battle had finally proved that the Academy had won the battle – he didn't bring shame to the Academy.

But if the results cannot change, then what was the point of everything?

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