Chapter 1325 - 1325: Grand Ceremony
The second sword still did not land on the monk's head, but it was embedded deeper than the first sword.
Ye Fengsheng was a bit angry. He curled his lips and reproached, "I know you are from Guiyuan Temple, adorned so ceremoniously. At first, I did not expect you to be unlucky. Instead, you came looking for me first. After I kill you, I will go to Guiyuan Temple for the first time to slay you. Settle the new and old scores together, come venting my hatred!"
The old monk remained expressionless, his eyes steadily fixed on Ye Fengsheng's face, without uttering a word.
Vajra, Tathagata, Nirvana, and Purity are like one, four as one. To cut them, you need at least four swords as the base to thrust the fifth sword into the monk's skull.
Ye Feng's voice was filled with blood and energy. He suddenly regretted giving three swords to Wen Renxi. If he had six swords in his hand, he could inch by inch stab into the old monk's head. Now with only three swords left, two used, even with his utmost effort, it's hard to break the image of the old monk's Vajra.
"How long do you think it'll take for me to kill you?"
In his heart, he was so angry he couldn't change his color. "How long before I erase Guiyuan Temple from the world?"
The old monk said nothing, raised his hand and pounded heavily. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the golden light above his head quickly transformed, and a blurred figure slowly emerged from the golden light.
Glaring fiercely like the gods at the temple gate!
In an instant, the Vajra Stage was formed. In the dark night sky, the image of boundless Buddhist Law blossomed, majestic.
Ye Fengsheng's eyelids were slightly heavy, the figure floating in the air slightly swayed, stepping forward with his right foot half a step, toes slightly heavy, his hands in front of his chest, the Holy Spirit in his palms pulling each other, with a hint of mystique and mystery, almost returning to nature.
No struggle, no fear of struggle.
One person looked at another in a rather open space, with the Vajra's eyes full of anger, yet unable to kill him. Ye Fengsheng's voice was not afraid of him. The suddenly formed momentum burst like a large mountain, exploding deeper. Once shaken, it had the grandeur of thunder on earth. His spirit had to be released from his hand, like a rushing river, uncontrollable.
Golden light rose into the sky, a series of angry faces raised their hands, falling in mid-air. The entire space trembled. Wherever the golden light shone, remnants howled past, stirred up a vast ocean. The surrounding houses were illuminated by the golden light. Thousands watched. Seeing the two silhouettes under the golden light, they were stunned.
The chaotic transparent halo was like the Milky Way. When intercepted, it blocked the golden Buddha's palm. The dazzling light was entirely blocked by the chaotic transparent halo. The Buddha's palm suddenly collapsed, turning into a flood. The chaotic atmosphere was blocked by the dam's potential. For a time, these two colors met and blocked each other in the sky.
There were layers of golden light, like surging waves by the shore, with the Spiritual Energy Dam remaining motionless, only the surrounding space emitted a series of intense vibrations, blurring the scene, the spiritual energy difficult to flow.
The Buddha's eyes were no longer angry, but the Buddha had returned. The pure world questioned the world, those around him with splitting headaches, their faces pale.
Who in the world can have a clear conscience?
This pure world interrogates the voice to wash away all dust, who really attained it?
The Spiritual Energy Dam, once invincible, showed slight shaking, growing stronger from the second day. After a few breaths, it was already on the verge of collapse.
Ye Fengsheng opened his eyes, glaring at them. Two lotus flowers grew in his eyes, boiling in his palms. The spiritual dam, about to collapse, stood firmly again in the air, when golden sunlight poured down, waves beat against the banks, still indestructible.
The spirit of this world is scarce. Without the aid of secret methods, nor for establishing the foundation. It was also difficult to refine the energy. The Zen monk of Guiyuan Temple can reside in the world creating a Nascent Soul. He was proud of this world. Neither sad nor joyful. Only silence on his face. Those sharp eyes now regained calm. Although not aggressive, they returned to the true scene of nature.
Watching the golden glow being cut off, he raised his hand again. Due to the spiritual circulation in his body, that bloody arm returned to its original state. Crossing his hands on his chest, he said a heavy sentence:
"Open the door!"
The voice fell, the Tathagata's head exploded, like water pouring from the sky into the golden light. The originally gushing golden light now presented a world-destroying deathly stillness!
The heart of slaughter arose, Tathagata collapsed, floods poured, Ye Feng's voice unafraid. The energy in his heart rolled and surged. Under his maneuver, it spread into a winding stream, occupying its part in the night sky, yet under the golden light, it could not even grasp a trace.
The moment the spiritual flow appeared, the monk's calm eyes unwaveringly gave birth to a solemn part. He raised his hand, patted it from his chest. This too was a surge of blood, but it did not fluctuate. It gathered in the air, mixed with the golden light, forming together. The heavenly mercy Nirvana rose up, suspended in the sky, where his eyes could see, evil spirits were removed, even the original Spiritual Energy Dam, once indestructible, quickly destroyed at a visible speed.
To be Buddha, recognizing is good, chaos is evil.
From the perspective of those below, Buddha killing evil in the sky is natural. Now, seeing the Buddha about to win, everyone cheered.
Thousands of miles of riverbank destroyed in an anthill, chaos rapidly destroyed like a mountain. Ye Fengsheng, while in the air, was not saddened. His face expressionless, he lowered his left hand, waving in the air. The last ghost-cutting sword fell into his hand. When drawing a sword flower in the void, he raised his hand on his brow, pressing down hard!
The entire space trembled because of his action. Countless houses began to shake, some glass shattered. People screamed and panicked.
Ye Feng's voice was unprecedented. His palm pressed against his chest, the surging intent suddenly burst forth. The meandering stream slowly flowed into the void, suddenly surged like the Yangtze, Yellow River. It was so eloquent, the sky filled with dark clouds. The stars hid, the moon also hidden. In the vast sky, only the surging Spirit River could show its majesty!
Ye Feng's voice was like the old monk's voice. He pressed his right hand against his chest, drawing three points. His lips slightly opened. In this pitch-black night, he drank a large cup of empty wine, spat out three words:
"Shake the mountain!"
The surging Spirit River shook past, flipping the body in mid-air, affecting the massive body, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, pouring on the old monk's head in Nirvana.
The brilliant golden light began to fade and melt the moment it touched the spiritual river, until it decomposed and disappeared. The Nirvana Stage, neither happy nor sad, was affected by the long stream. Cracks appeared inch by inch. In a flash, it turned into the light of fire descending, due to dust.
In the old monk's solitary massive wave, the seven orifices still bled like a mountain. Ye Fengsheng refused to give up. He drank another cup, "I want you dead!"