Chapter 374: 116. Kill Gods if Gods Block, Kill Buddhas if Buddhas Block

116. Kill Gods if Gods Block, Kill Buddhas if Buddhas Block

The atmosphere in the courtyard behind the hall was slightly silent.

Except for the Mi Yin head monk who was chanting sutras with his eyes closed without stopping.

After Magistrate Ouyang Rong walked in swaggeringly, Li Li, Priest Xi, and the Murong brothers all focused their attention on observing the surroundings.

Especially the Murong brothers on the roof, after confirming that he was really alone and empty-handed, they nodded to Li Li and Priest Xi without a trace.

"Pfft—hahahaha."

The frivolous Daoist suddenly laughed, as if he had encountered something very funny, pointing at the Confucian-clothed young man wearing a bronze beast mask in front of him and asking happily:

"Hahaha wait, wait, ask first, did you kill Zhao Zhao Rushi?"

"Yes."

"Are you a sword wielder?"

"Uh-huh."

"What grade again."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong replied truthfully: "Eight. Just arrived."

"Came alone? Where is the tripod sword?"

"Didn't bring it... Actually, it's psychic, quite individual, a bit hard to control, went to play by itself."

"Hahaha, a sword wielder who can't control his sword, hahahaha, laughing to death, let Daoist me slow down, hahahahaha..."

From the moment Magistrate Ouyang Rong entered, until the questioning with Priest Xi just now, Li Li had been staring at his masked face.

Hearing Priest Xi's laughter at this time, Li Li also sneered.

The Xianbei brothers of the Murong clan who were on guard on the roof looked at each other and grinned, their smiles revealing white teeth, a bit cold.

Beside the coffin, the Mi Yin head monk paused slightly in his chanting, opened his eyes to look at the blue-clothed Confucian young man wearing a mask, shook his head slightly, and continued to chant to transcend people.

"Hey, is your brain broken, running here to tease us, and asking Daoist me to go to death? Hahaha, laughing to death..."

Under the lead of Priest Xi's laughter, there was a happy atmosphere in the courtyard.

The blue-clothed Confucian young man did not answer, raised his hand to support his chin on the bronze mask, and could not see the expression under the mask.

Just being in the ridicule and teasing, his figure appeared a bit lonely for a while.

However, after seeing him make this very familiar chin-supporting action, the Persian merchant's pair of mung bean-sized green eyes suddenly widened fiercely, and he questioned sharply:

"What did you do to the Sixth Young Master? Also, are you Magistrate Ouyang Magistrate Ouyang Lianghan?!"

This question was too stupid, Magistrate Ouyang Rong did not answer, and shook his head slightly helplessly:

"Finished asking? Then it's my turn."

Without waiting for Li Li and others to laugh and interrupt, he asked everyone very seriously:

"I have a friend who once met a girl in the underground palace of this temple. He thought she was a kind passerby, but later realized that the origin was not shallow, and she even had great kindness to him, and did not ask for return. Even if he hadn't discovered it, he would have been kept in the dark forever.

"He has been thinking about this matter recently. He said that except for the misunderstanding by his family when he was a child, he didn't actually feel much owed or guilty. After all, the two didn't know each other before. This kind of strange kindness was more of a pressure on people. Maybe this was the reason why the little girl saved people and hid it from him, trying every means to think about his feelings.

"He understands everything, and also knows that it is best to pretend to be stupid and not see her. He has serious things to do, and the little girl seems to have serious things to do. Two parallel lines, why bother to disturb them? But although he was open-minded in his mouth, his heart was a bit empty, often reciting and reviewing this strange fate to me. I don't know him yet.

"I advised him not to be tempted by beauty. He shook his head immediately, saying that he had no unrealistic greed or luxury for the girl. Actually, I still believe this point. My friend is indeed a gentleman.

"I advised him that since they met in the ancient temple, it is fate with the Buddha, so listen to the Buddha's advice.

"All conditioned phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, shadows, like dew and like lightning, should be viewed as such; all phenomena arise from causes and conditions, and all phenomena perish from causes and conditions;

"There is nothing eternal, and his relationship with that girl is the same. The nature of this strange fate is empty. If the self-nature is not empty, then there can be no... Since the self-nature is empty, and they passed by, it is fate without fate at the moment, so there is no need to be attached to the appearance. If there is fate, they will meet, if there is no fate, why bother to be entangled.

"He nodded and said that the logic is acceptable, but he actually didn't listen to the advice at all. Looking at him, he cherished this fate more and more, going against the current. I can't figure it out. Do you know why? Should my friend still be persuaded?"

Magistrate Ouyang Rong's tone was sincere:

"Finished, who comes first?"

"What kind of messy stuff, running here to tease us, damn you!"

On the roof, under the clear moonlight, the Murong Qi, the elder brother of the Xianbei man, finally could not help it and walked out cursing.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong glanced at him.

"Death is imminent, still asking about your mother." Murong Qi's expression was violent, and he was dissatisfied with a certain Daoist: "Mr. Xi, you said you wanted a head. If you don't do it again, I will take his head off. Don't say I didn't give you face."

Priest Xi's expression was frivolous, nodded, and smiled lightly, but his peripheral vision glanced at the calm Magistrate Ouyang Rong figure, and he frowned slightly in his heart, as if curious where this person's confidence came from.

Just about to open his mouth, the next moment, in the vision of him and everyone, the Xianbei man standing on the roof had his head slide off his neck, smash the broken tile at his feet, and roll down.

Murong Qi's headless corpse fell down, his violent and dissatisfied expression from the previous second frozen on this rolling head. His eyes still carried an unbelievable look. The head fell into the open space in the courtyard and rolled to the feet of Li Li and Priest Xi in front of the coffin borrowing inertia.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong's expression was as usual: "Waste of time, please die first, next one."

Cast his gaze over.

The whole scene was silent.

No one saw the shadow of the sword.

But it was very clear that this was the tripod sword supernatural power of the scholar in legend... Return.

But the problem is, when did the young man in the sapphire-blue Confucian robe finish deploying his swords, and where did the tripod sword come from?

The next moment, the silent courtyard suddenly fell into chaos, and everyone was alarmed. Li Li was the first to hide behind the Mi Yin head monk and Priest Xi.

"Damn it, what are you waiting for!" On the roof, Murong An, who had lost his brother, rushed toward Magistrate Ouyang Rong like a meteor, the roof tiles under his feet exploding into powder.

And Priest Xi and the Mi Yin head monk, who were closest, reacted faster than Murong An, and without hesitation, almost attacked together, and attacked with all their strength.

Because if a sword-wielder finishes deploying their swords, there are almost only two outcomes left on the field.

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

Or fight for it, get close to the sword wielder, and strive to tear this fragile sword wielder to pieces before everyone died, making the tripod sword, which had no match in killing power, ownerless.

Otherwise, with a mortal body, colliding with a mythical flying sword? Simply looking for death.

At this moment, everyone attacked tacitly and raced against time.

Only to see a golden Buddha phantom suddenly appear around the Mi Yin head monk, and the Buddha palm patted Magistrate Ouyang Rong's head directly.

The momentum of Priest Xi, who was frivolous and unrestrained a second ago, changed drastically. His eyes turned blood red, his expression was calm and majestic, implicitly carrying divinity, and at the same time, his aura soared, Seventh Grade peak, Sixth Grade initial, Sixth Grade mid, Sixth Grade round, Fifth Grade...

All these scenes happened under the moonlight that was exceptionally cold tonight.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong's expression was calm, letting Priest Xi, who had invited an unknown existence to descend, soar to the Fifth Grade, he raised his finger and pointed at the Mi Yin head monk.

A flying sword descended from the sky.

The sound of a great bell echoed through the field, the Buddha's golden body was slashed to pieces, the Mi Yin head monk vomited blood, his back hit the coffin, and his originally withered expression was shocked.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong turned his head and nodded at Priest Xi, who had just reached the Fifth Grade: "Can withstand a sword."

"How dare you."

Before the majestic Priest Xi finished speaking, the next second, in the clear blue moonlight, a curve slashed across his abdomen.

"Priest Xi" grabbed the "curve" with a big hand.

"Curve" twisted.

The blood-red true qi mixed with purple silk threads surged toward his bloody palm.

The Fifth Grade true qi was being consumed at a flying speed, but the tripod sword being restrained in the palm was full of fighting spirit, and the sword qi was like endless.

"Priest Xi" frowned with a majestic face, and after a while, the original aura was exhausted.

Craftsman shattered the palm.

"Priest Xi" flew backward.

The right palm and wrist were shattered together, and the abdomen was bloody, and the dantian was pierced.

With such heavy injuries, "Priest Xi" maintained a majestic and calm expression, but a pair of dark red eyes looked at Magistrate Ouyang Rong unexpectedly, and then the blood red in his eyes faded rapidly, the majesty on his face disappeared, and he returned to his original body.

The frivolous Daoist did not have his previous arrogance and frivolity, rolling on the ground, wailing and rolling.

Not far away, Murong An saw this scene, braked halfway, turned around and wanted to run, but was cut off his legs by a curve, fell to the ground, and also wailed while holding his knees.

Li Li was scared out of his wits, knelt on the ground, and wet his pants.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong opened his mouth to everyone, his tone helpless and sincere: "Didn't lie to you, it really doesn't listen to me, it's hovering above your heads."

Everyone was horrified, above their heads.

A tripod sword came and went without a trace.

Above Mount Dagu Mountain, cyclones were being generated.

The incense qi accumulated for nearly a hundred years, which was coveted by Qiu Qiu Shenji and Prince Wei Wei Shaoxuan, was being swallowed by Craftsman.

One monk, one Daoist, one martial artist were all seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Only one young Confucian scholar remained on the field, calmly tucking his sleeves, standing on the field.

From the bronze mask on his face, a slightly muffled voice came: "Whose turn is it now?"

Everyone was silent.

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

"I... I..." The latter opened his mouth and stuttered, where did he understand any dependent origination and emptiness, kowtowing and saying a lot of begging for mercy.

The next second, his head fell to the ground.

"Answered incorrectly. Next one."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong turned his head to look at Priest Xi, who was bleeding from seven orifices, snot and tears flowing, and bowed down to beg for mercy: "Because... because emptiness gives birth to wonderful existence, wonderful existence returns to emptiness, should be persuaded, should be persuaded..."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong said calmly: "Answered incorrectly."

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

The next second, the Daoist who didn't know who his father was also had his head fall to the ground, and he didn't close his eyes until he died.

"Dad-pit is out of the environment. Answered incorrectly, next one."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked at the Persian merchant.

Li Li begged first, and even forgot the topic just now, asked Magistrate Ouyang Rong, Magistrate Ouyang Rong repeated it considerately, Li Li kept wiping sweat, his eyeballs rolled, trying hard to open his mouth, slowly.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong only listened to two sentences and suddenly asked:

"You are dragging time, who are you waiting for?"

A vertical blood line appeared on the Persian merchant who widened his eyes, and his body was divided into two from the middle.

"Next one."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong cast his gaze on the last Mi Yin head monk.

The latter lowered his head and recited the Buddhist sutras quickly. It seemed too urgent, and Magistrate Ouyang Rong heard a few words read wrong.

He did not urge, but waited quietly for the answer.

The Mi Yin head monk suddenly raised his head:

"Dependent origination and emptiness is indeed correct. Things that are not eternal in impermanence, all conditioned phenomena are laws of birth and death, and self-nature is empty.

"However, the benefactor cannot fold emptiness because of emptiness, fold feet in emptiness, the benefactor is wrong. All things, including the relationship between your friend and the girl, as entities, they do not exist. They should be emptied, but all things as dependent origination, the benefactor should acknowledge that dependent origination is real and does not deny the reality of dependent origination because of emptiness.

"As the Buddha said about the world, it is not the world, it is called the world. The world is the dependent origination of some people. Dependent origination itself should be confirmed as real.

"The benefactor does not need to persuade him, cherishing dependent origination is correct."

Between a monk and a Confucian scholar, the atmosphere was silent.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong looked at him, and after a while, nodded gently:

"Answered correctly... half."

The Mi Yin head monk breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the first sentence, but was startled when he heard the whole sentence.

The next second, his dantian was accurately and easily destroyed by Craftsman.

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

In front of a sword-wielder who has successfully deployed their swords, what else can one do besides wait obediently for death?

What's more, he didn't even understand when the young man in front of him had finished deploying his swords.

This was the unknown fear that scared everyone out of their wits.

But the old monk waited for a long time, but did not see Magistrate Ouyang Rong move again, only a soft voice came:

"Keep a pair of eyes."

"Amitabha." The Mi Yin head monk chanted a Buddha name, dug out a pair of bloody eyeballs without hesitation, placed them on the coffin board, and stumbled away, his eyes full of darkness.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong did not break his promise and let the Mi Yin head monk leave.

After the latter walked a few steps.

"Wait."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong suddenly shouted.

The Mi Yin head monk's expression was miserable, he sighed and prepared to die.

But the next moment, a small purse was thrown to his feet.

"Take it." Magistrate Ouyang Rong said.

The old monk without cultivation and blind was stunned, bent down to pick up the purse, and said in a low voice:

"The old monk returns to Mi Yin Temple, re-does the gatekeeper, and practices closed-mouth Zen for the rest of his life."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong did not speak.

Before leaving with the travel expenses, the Mi Yin head monk could not help but look back: "What is the correct answer? Why... why is your friend so stubborn."

Magistrate Ouyang Rong was silent for a while.

"He is willing."

Under the moonlight that was implicitly dyed with a faint clear blue tonight, the Confucian young man wearing a bronze mask nodded:

"He said he is willing, the answer is very simple, there is no big truth, even if the Buddha comes, it is useless."

The Mi Yin head monk was stunned, and not long after, he laughed and left with empty blood holes in his eyes, all for the rest of his life was closed-mouth Zen, forever closing his mouth.

After the monk left.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong looked around the courtyard.

Using the innate supernatural power of "dependent origination and emptiness," and with the blessing of incense qi, Craftsman was destructive.

It laid out the sword in the high sky, and the clear blue sword qi accompanied the moonlight, falling on the entire Mount Dagu Mountain.

Tonight, the entire Mount Dagu Mountain was its hunting ground.

But unfortunately, it could only pretend to be forced here, and could not take it away.

Because the incense qi swallowed by Craftsman could not be directly converted into Magistrate Ouyang Rong's cultivation, compared to the capacity of the mythical tripod sword, Magistrate Ouyang Rong's small dantian capacity could not take it away from Mount Dagu Mountain.

As for letting Craftsman become the medium between him and the vast incense qi of Mount Dagu Mountain to help Magistrate Ouyang Rong break the realm, it was even more out of the question.

Because incense qi was an external object after all, spiritual qi and miscellaneous qi coexisted, Magistrate Ouyang Rong was not some kind of swallowing physique, and the stagnation of the Eighth Grade cultivation was also there, unable to refine quickly. Absorbing too much, if the heart is not enough to swallow an elephant, it is easy to be backlashed by the dantian meridians, which is not worth the loss.

However, although it could not be converted into spiritual qi cultivation, it could make the tripod sword absorb massive incense qi, allowing them to become dry firewood, driving the tripod sword, and igniting the "flames" that could destroy the world!

A night wind blew, dispersing the bloody smell of the courtyard.

Magistrate Ouyang Rong turned to prepare to leave, but as if thinking of something, he walked over and searched the corpses of Priest Xi and others...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 375 =====