938 Western Land, Ning Ques Bliss (2/2)

Ning Que had no idea why she hesitated. But he was worried about the terrible situation of how the scriptures were blown apart by the wind but didn't disappear. Instead, they were scattered and fell toward the cliff plateau!

The temple-sized golden characters gradually shrank into petal-sized ones, and emitted an exotic fragrance during the fall.

It was very beautiful, just like the blossoms that were scattered by the heavenly maids in Buddha land.

Every petal falling on the surface of the big black umbrella weighed as heavily as a large stone.

The Buddha's light itself was extremely suppressing. It became countless petals falling down and accumulated on the surface of the big black umbrella. This was unbearable for a human being. Merely in a moment, his arm felt like it was about to break.

Ning Que planted the umbrella's handle into the cliff plateau, with the belief that since the mount aws the body of Buddha, it was surely strong enough to support them.

He glanced at Sangsang who was silently standing in Buddha's light.

He took out the iron knife and cut through the petals that were falling down.

His knife cut off with traces, the character, the Yi Talisman.

Though they had the appearance of petals, they were actually characters in scriptures.

The Buddha Dharma was so incomparable that the characters weighed heavily as mountains.

If Buddha had left other means, then Ning Que inevitably would have been out of methods to counteract, since his cultivation was within the Five States. He would rather have evaded by going behind Sangsang while grasping her sleeve.

However, he could break through the characters that were falling down.

This was because, as the best calligrapher and most powerful talisman master, he was an expert in breaking down characters. God knows how many characters he had broken down in the old library of the Academy.

Seven Yi Talismans appeared in the air above the cliff.

Once hit with the talisman power, the petals were torn into fabrics and flocks. The characters in the flowers were broken into meaningless lines.

Thousands of characters and thousands of flowers continued to fall, like a long and continuous spring shower.

The seven Yi Talismans didn't last long. They disappeared due to the coercive power of Buddha.

Ning Que was hardly detected with any traces of fear. While looking at the left part of the scriptures, characters continuously fell down from the bottom of the messy scriptures.

During this time, he didn't break down any characters, and instead wrote a character in the sky.

He wrote it so randomly that even he had no idea what the character would be.

Even though it was said that Buddha could detect things five hundred years after his death, Buddha himself would not have been able to guess.

The strokes that were drawn by his iron knife seemed more like scribbles.

A few drops of ink could even make even the most learned eminent monks puzzled.

The scriptures of Buddha land were broken down by Ning Que's random slashes.

He was the freak cultivated by both the Headmaster of Academy and Yan Se. Furthermore, he didn't belong to Haotian's world, or that of Buddha. The Western Paradise was the last place that he wanted to stay.

Dealing with Ning Que by the means of characters was like cutting fish slices by the front door of the Headmaster, or selling hot and spicy shredded noodles on Lin 47th Street.

He put the knife back to its sheath and said while looking at Sangsang, ”What are you waiting for?”

Sangsang didn't reply and had an unfathomable aura.

Ning Que shook off the petals that were still on the big black umbrella, and then held it to block Buddha's light for her.

Sangsang slightly frowned and said, ”How could these attacks harm me?”

Ning Que said, ”You look too pale to flaunt.”

Sangsang said, ”I'm innately powerful. Why would I flaunt?”

Ning Que thought, She was the proud Haotian, the lord so stubborn that she wants to save her honor and reputation even at this point.

He put the umbrella handle in her hands, and then shouted towards the peak, ”We give up. How about calling a truce?”

Sangsang frowned again and looked a little unhappy.

Ning Que said seriously, ”Look at me, a man who never cared about reputation.”

Nevertheless, it was clear to Xuankong Temple that Haotian would never admit defeat, so they wouldn't give up either. They answered Ning Que with bell tones and endless solemn sutra-chanting echoing throughout the mounts and cliffs. There was also another sound.

”Since they fight against the lord, why is the Academy still standing beside the lord?” This sound was serene yet august, and more or less could only be described as grand and magnificent after listening carefully. On the other hand, the question hit the core of the point. No one could give a clear and plausible answer.

Hearing it, Ning Que unexpectedly laughed out. ”Chief Monk, you should have been buried underground by now. It is amusing how you can still speak energetically. But, it is admirable.”

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