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Chapter 402 God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha

The atmosphere in the apse courtyard was slightly quiet.

Except for chanting sutras with eyes closed, there is no pause for the secret seal tutu.

After Ouyang Rong swaggered in, Li Li, Daozhang Xi, and the Murong brothers all observed their surroundings attentively.

Especially the Murong brothers on the roof, after confirming that he was really the only one with bare hands, came forward alone and nodded calmly to Li Li and Taoist Master Xi.

"Tsk-hahaha."

The frivolous Taoist priest suddenly burst into laughter, as if he had encountered something very funny. He pointed at the young man in Confucian shirt wearing a bronze animal mask in front of him and asked happily:

"Hahaha, wait, wait, let me ask first, did you kill Zhao Ru?"

"Correct."

"Are you the sword bearer?"

"uh-huh."

"A few items are coming."

Ouyang Rong said truthfully: "Eight. Just arrived."

"Come alone? Where is the Dingjian?"

"I didn't bring it with me... Actually, it's psychic and has quite a personality. I couldn't control it, so I just went off to play by myself."

"Haha, the sword holder can't control the sword. Hahahaha, I'm laughing so hard... The sword holder is disobedient. Haha, let me take it easy for a while. Hahahaha..."

From the time Ouyang Rong came in to the moment he was questioning Taoist Xi, Li Li had been staring at his face wearing a bronze mask almost the entire time.

At this time, hearing Taoist Xi's laughter, Li Li also sneered.

The Xianbei brothers of the Murong clan who were on guard on the roof looked at each other and grinned, but the smile showed white teeth and was a bit cold.

Beside the coffin, Miyin Toutuo paused briefly in chanting sutras, opened his eyes and looked at the masked young man in a sapphire blue scholar's shirt, shook his head slightly, and continued to chant sutras to save people.

"Hey, have you got your wits about you? You came here to ask stupid questions and asked Master Tao to die? Hahaha, Master Tao is so happy..."

Led by Taoist Master Xi's laughter, there was a cheerful atmosphere in the courtyard.

The young man in sapphire blue shirt did not answer, but raised his hand to support the chin of the bronze mask, unable to see clearly the expression under the mask.

But amid the ridicule and teasing, the figure seemed a little lonely for a moment.

However, after seeing him make this very familiar gesture of holding his chin, the Persian businessman's green eyes as big as mung beans suddenly widened viciously and asked sternly:

"What happened to the Sixth Young Master? Also, are you Ouyang Lianghan?!"

This question was too stupid. Ouyang Rong did not answer, but shook his head helplessly:

"Have you finished asking? That's it."

Without waiting for Li Li and others to interrupt with an angry laugh, he asked everyone extremely seriously:

"I have a friend who once met a girl in the underground palace of our temple. He thought she was a kind-hearted passerby. Later, when he looked back, he realized that he had a deep connection with her. She might even have been a great favor to him without any intention of repaying him. Even if he hadn't discovered it, he would never have known her. In the dark.

"He has been thinking about this a lot recently. He said that except for the misunderstanding by his family when he was a child, he actually didn't feel any guilt. After all, the two of them didn't know each other before. This kind of strangeness is more of a pressure. , maybe this is the reason why the little girl kept it secret from him when saving people, and tried every means to consider his feelings.

"He understands everything, and he also knows that it's better to pretend to be stupid. He has something serious to do, and the little girl seems to have something serious to do. They are two parallel lines, so why interfere with it? But he may be open-minded, but he is a little empty in his heart. He often gives I thought about reviewing this strange relationship, I still don’t know him.

"I asked him if he was attracted by sex, and he immediately shook his head and said that he had no unrealistic greed or extravagant expectations for other girls. In fact, I quite believe this. My friend is indeed a gentleman.

"I advised him that since meeting him in an ancient temple means he is destined to meet the Buddha, then he should listen to the advice of the Buddha.

“All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or lightning, and should be viewed in this way; all dharmas arise due to causes and conditions, and all dharmas cease due to causes and conditions;

"Nothing is eternal, and the same is true for his relationship with the girl. This strange encounter is empty in nature. If the nature is not empty, there can be no existence... Since the nature is empty in nature, it still passes by. That is, there is no predestined relationship at the moment, and there is no need to be attached to each other. If there is a predestined relationship, we will meet each other automatically. If there is no predestined relationship, why bother.

"He nodded and said that it was logically acceptable, but he actually refused to listen. It seemed that he cherished this fate even more and went against the current. I couldn't understand it. Do you know why this is? Shouldn't this friend of mine still deserve it? Should I persuade you?"

Ouyang Rong spoke sincerely:

"That's it, who comes first, gentlemen?"

"What kind of nonsense are you here to entertain yourself? Here we are, fuck your mother!"

On the roof, under the cold moonlight, Murong Qi, the elder brother of the Xianbei men, finally couldn't bear it anymore and walked out cursing.

Ouyang Rong glanced at him.

"I'm about to die, and I still ask your mother." Murong Qi had a violent expression and said dissatisfiedly to a certain Taoist priest: "Xi, you said you want a head. If you don't do it, I will take off his head. Don't say I won't give it to you." Your face."

Taoist priest Xi nodded with a nonchalant expression and smiled frivolously, but from the corner of his eye he glanced at the calm figure of Ouyang Rong, frowning slightly in his heart, as if he was curious about where this man's confidence came from.

Just as he was about to speak, the next moment, in his and everyone's view, a Xianbei man standing on the roof had his head slipping from his neck, smashing the broken tiles at his feet, and rolled down.

Murong Qi's headless body fell down, and the violent and dissatisfied expression a second ago was solidified on the rolling head, and there was still an incredible look in his eyes. The head fell into the open space of the courtyard, and with the help of inertia, it rolled to the feet of Li Li and Taoist Xi in front of the coffin.

Ouyang Rong's expression remained as usual: "It's a waste of time, please die first, and the next one will come next."

Eyes cast.

There was silence.

No one could see the shadow of the sword clearly.

But it's obvious that this is the legendary Hanshi's magical power of the tripod sword... Go back and come back.

But the question is, when did the young man in the royal blue Confucian shirt finish arranging the sword, and where did the tripod sword come from?

The next moment, the silent courtyard suddenly fell into chaos, and everyone was startled. Li Li took the lead and hid behind Miyin Tutuo and Taoist Xi.

"Damn it, what are you waiting for!" On the roof, Murong An, who had lost his brother, had red eyes. The roof tiles under his feet exploded into powder. They exploded and rushed towards Ouyang Rong like a meteor.

The closest ones, Taoist Xi and Miyin Tutuo, reacted faster than Murong An. Without any hesitation, they almost took action at the same time. Once they took action, they used all their strength.

Because if the sword holder finishes deploying the sword, there are almost only two outcomes left on the field.

Or everyone would be slaughtered and their heads would be picked off one by one.

Either take a fight, get close to the sword holder, and try to tear the brittle sword holder to pieces before everyone dies, leaving the unparalleled murderous tripod sword without an owner.

Otherwise, would a mortal body go head-to-head with a mythical flying sword? Just looking for death.

At this moment, everyone had a surprisingly tacit understanding and raced against time to take action.

I saw a golden shadow of the Buddha holding flowers suddenly appeared around the Miyin Tutuo, and the flower-holding palm pointed directly at Ouyang Rong's head.

The aura of Master Xi, who was frivolous and dissolute just a second ago, suddenly changed, his eyes turned blood red, his expression was calm and majestic, vaguely divine, and at the same time, his aura surged, reaching the peak level of seventh level, the elementary level of sixth level, the intermediate level of sixth level, and the perfect level of sixth level. , fifth grade...

This scene all happened under the particularly cold moonlight tonight.

Ouyang Rong's expression was calm, and he allowed the aura of Taoist Master Xi, who had invited an unknown being to incarnate, to surge towards the fifth level. He raised his hand and pointed towards the Miyin Tutuo.

A flying sword fell from the sky.

The voice of Hong Zhongda Lu resounded throughout the audience. The golden body of the Buddha was chopped into pieces with a sword, the blood of the Miyin Tutuo spurted out, and his back hit the coffin. His originally withered expression was extremely shocked.

Ouyang Rong turned around and nodded to Taoist Master Xi, whose aura had just reached the fifth level: "It's worthy of a sword."

"You dare."

Xi Dao, who had a majestic expression, had not finished speaking. The next second, in the faint blue moonlight, an arc streaked across his abdomen.

"Daozhang Xi" grabbed "Arc" with a big hand.

The "arc" twists.

The blood-red Qi caught in the purple silk thread surged toward his bloody palm.

The fifth-grade zhenqi is being consumed at a flying speed, but the tripod sword that is being restrained in the palm is rushing towards the bullfight, and the sword energy seems to be endless.

"Taoist Master Xi" frowned with his majestic face. After a while, his original spiritual energy was exhausted.

The craftsman shatters the palm of his hand.

"Taoist Master Xi" flew backwards and flew out.

The right palm and wrist were shattered together, while the abdomen was dripping with blood and the Dantian was pierced.

Although he was so seriously injured, the expression of "Taoist Master Xi" remained majestic and calm. However, a pair of dark red eyes unexpectedly glanced at Ouyang Rong. Then the blood red in his eyes quickly faded, the majesty on his face disappeared, and he returned to his original form. The frivolous Taoist lived up to his previous arrogance and frivolity and rolled to the ground, wailing and rolling.

Not far away, Murong An saw this scene, braked halfway, turned around and was about to run away, but his legs were cut off by an arc, and he fell to the ground, hugging his knees and wailing.

Li Li was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and wet his pants.

Ouyang Rong spoke to everyone, his tone helpless and sincere: "I'm not lying to you, it really doesn't listen to me, and it's hanging in the sky above your heads."

Everyone was horrified, above their heads.

A tripod sword came and went without a trace.

Over Dagushan, there are cyclones arising.

The scent of incense accumulated for nearly a hundred years is gathering like crazy. What was once coveted by Qiu Shenji and Wei Shaoxuan is being swallowed up by the craftsman.

A monk, a Taoist priest, and a martial artist were all seriously injured and fell to the ground.

There was only one young Confucian scholar left on the field, calmly standing on the field.

A slightly muffled voice came from the bronze mask on his face: "Who's here now?"

The crowd was silent.

Ouyang Rong pointed at Murong An: "Then you come first."

"I...I..." The latter opened his mouth and stammered. He had no idea about the emptiness of dependent origination. He kowtowed and said a lot of words begging for mercy.

The next second, his head fell to the ground.

"That's not the answer. Next."

Ouyang Rong turned to look at Taoist Xi. His face was bleeding from all the orifices, and tears were streaming down his face. He lowered his head and made a small answer: "Because... because vacuum produces wonderful things, and wonderful things return to vacuum. You should be advised, you should be advised..."

Ouyang Rong said calmly: "That's the wrong answer."

Taoist priest Xi changed his face and cursed angrily: "You... you dare to kill me, you know who I am! My father..."

The next second, the Taoist priest's head fell to the ground without knowing who his father was, and he would not close his eyes until his death.

"You've cheated me out of the environment. Wrong answer, next one."

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the Persian businessman.

Li Li begged at first, and was so frightened that he forgot the topic and asked Ouyang Rong. Ouyang Rong repeated it thoughtfully. Li Li kept wiping his sweat, rolling his eyes, trying hard to speak, and swallowing slowly.

Ouyang Rong only listened to a few sentences and suddenly asked:

"You are stalling for time, who do you want to wait for?"

A vertical blood line appeared on the wide-eyed Persian businessman, and his body was split in two from the middle.

"next."

Ouyang Rong set his sights on the last secret seal tutuo.

The latter lowered his head and recited Buddhist scriptures quickly, seemingly too hastily. Ouyang Rong heard that he read a few words wrongly.

But he didn't push, and waited quietly for an answer.

Miyin Tutuo suddenly raised his head:

"It is true that the nature of dependent origin is empty. Things are impermanent and do not change. The impermanence of all actions is the law of birth and death. The self-nature is empty.

"But the donor cannot be empty because of the emptiness of nature. If the nature is empty, the donor will be wrong. Everything, including the relationship between your friend and the girl, as entities, they do not exist. If you want to empty them, everything will be empty." All things are dependent origins, and donors should acknowledge that dependent origins are real and do not deny the authenticity of dependent origins because of the emptiness of nature.

"The Tathagata says that the world is neither a world nor a world. The world is the origin of some people, and the origin itself must be confirmed as real.

"The donor does not need to persuade him. It is right to cherish the origin."

The atmosphere between the monk and the Confucian scholar was silent.

Ouyang Rong looked at him for a moment and nodded gently:

"That's right...half of it."

Miyin Tutuo was relieved when he heard the previous sentence, but he was startled after hearing the complete sentence.

The next second, his Dantian was destroyed with precision and ease.

The old monk vomited blood, lowered his head and covered his abdomen. He closed his eyes in bitterness and waited for death.

In front of a sword-wielder who has succeeded in deploying a sword, what else can he do if he doesn't just wait for death?

What's more, he didn't even understand when the young man in front of him finished laying out his sword.

This is the unknown fear that scares everyone.

But Old Toutuo waited for a long time, but Ouyang Rong didn't make any move again. Only a soft voice came:

"Keep a pair of eyes open."

"Amitabha." Miyin Tutuo Buddha sang, and without hesitation, he dug out a pair of bloody eyes and placed them on the coffin board. He staggered around and left with black eyes.

Ouyang Rong did not break his promise and allowed Miyin Tutuo to leave.

Wait until the latter takes a few steps.

"and many more."

Ouyang Rong suddenly shouted.

Miyin Tutuo looked sad, lowered his head and sighed, preparing to die.

But immediately, a small purse hit his feet.

"Take it." Ouyang Rong said.

Old Toutuo, who was blind and had no cultivation, was stunned, bent down to pick up his purse, and whispered:

"Lao Na returned to Miyin Temple, became a gatekeeper again, and practiced silent meditation for the rest of his life."

Ouyang Rong was silent.

Before leaving with Panpai, Miyin Tutuo couldn't help but look back: "What is the correct answer? Why... why did your friend insist on having his own way?"

Ouyang Rong was silent for a moment.

"He wishes."

Tonight, under the moonlight that was dimly dyed with a faint blue, the young man in Confucian shirt wearing a bronze mask nodded:

"He said he was willing. The answer was very simple. It didn't make much sense. Even if the Buddha came, it would be useless."

Miyin Tutuo was stunned. After a while, his eyes were empty and bloody. He laughed and left. For the rest of his life, he kept silent and kept his mouth shut forever.

Wait until the monk leaves.

Ouyang Rong looked around the yard.

Using the natal magical power of "empty nature of dependent origination" and the blessing of incense, the craftsmanship can destroy everything.

It spread its swords high in the sky, and the clear blue sword energy accompanied by the moonlight fell on the entire Dagushan Mountain.

Tonight, the entire Dagushan Mountain is its hunting ground.

But it's a pity that I can only show off here and can't take it with me.

Because the incense smell swallowed by the craftsman cannot be directly transformed into Ouyang Rong's cultivation. Compared with the capacity of the mythical tripod sword, Ouyang Rong's small Dantian capacity cannot be taken away from Dagushan.

As for letting the craftsman become the intermediary between him and the vast fragrance of Dagushan and help Ouyang Rong break through the realm, there is no way to talk about it.

Because incense is an external object after all, spiritual energy and miscellaneous energy coexist. Ouyang Rong is not a devouring physique. The stagnation of eighth-level cultivation is also there. He cannot be refined quickly. If he absorbs too much, his heart will not be like a snake swallowing like a snake. , but it is easy to backfire on the Dantian meridians, and the gain outweighs the loss.

However, although it cannot be transformed into spiritual energy cultivation, it can make the Cauldron Sword absorb a large amount of incense gas, so that they can become dry firewood, activate the Cauldron Sword, and ignite the "raging flames" that destroy the world!

A gust of night wind came, dispersing the smell of blood in the courtyard.

Ouyang Rong turned around and was about to leave, but before leaving, he seemed to think of something, so he walked silently and searched the bodies of Taoist Xi and others...

(End of this chapter)