Chapter 402 If God blocks the way, God will be killed; if Buddha blocks Buddha, kill 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, Taoist Master Xi, and the Murong brothers all observed the surroundings attentively.
Especially the Murong brothers on the roof, after confirming that he was really the only one with bare hands, came forward alone, he nodded calmly towards 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?"
"right."
"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 a bit and just played with it on its own."
"Hahaha, 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 moment Ouyang Rong came in to the moment he was questioning Taoist Xi, Li Li was 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 family 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 young man wearing a mask in a sapphire blue Confucian shirt, shook his head slightly, and continued to chant sutras to save people.
"Hey, you kid, are you so smart that you come here to ask stupid questions and ask the Taoist Master to die? Hahahaha, the Taoist Master 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 didn't answer. He 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 while.
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 very 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 found out, he would never have known her.
Keep in the dark.
"He has been thinking about this a lot recently. He said that except for the misunderstandings caused by his family when he was a child, he actually didn't feel too guilty. After all, they 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 she saved people, trying every possible means to consider his feelings.
"He understands everything, and he also knows that it's best 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 kept thinking about this strange relationship, but 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 observed in this way; all dharmas arise due to causes and conditions, and all dharmas cease due to causes and conditions;
"There is no eternal thing, and the same is true for his relationship with the girl. The nature of this strange encounter is empty. If the nature is not empty, there cannot be... Since the nature is empty, 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. He seemed to cherish this fate more and more, and went against the current. I couldn't understand it. Do you know why? Shouldn't this friend of mine deserve it?
Should I advise?”
Ouyang Rong spoke sincerely:
"Now that we've finished talking, who comes first?"
"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 wanted 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 out of the corner of his eye he glanced at the calm figure of Ouyang Rong, and frowned 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 he and everyone else saw a Xianbei man standing on the roof, his head slipped from his neck, smashed the broken tiles at his feet, and rolled down.
Murong Qi's headless body fell. The violent and dissatisfied expression a second ago was solidified on the rolling head, and there was still an incredible color in his eyes. The head fell into the open space of the courtyard, and with the help of inertia, it rolled to the front of the coffin.
Li Li sat at the feet of the Taoist priest.
Ouyang Rong's expression remained as usual: "It's a waste of time, please die first, and I'll be next."
Look away.
The whole place was silent.
No one could see clearly the shadow of the sword.
But it is obvious that this is the legendary magical power of Han Shi's tripod sword... Come back.
But the question is, when did the young man in royal blue Confucian shirt finish making the sword, and where did the tripod sword come from?
The next moment, the silent courtyard suddenly fell into chaos. Everyone was startled. Li Li took the lead and hid behind Miyin Tutuo and Taoist Master Xi.
"Fuck you, 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 together. 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, a mortal body, going head-to-head with a mythical flying sword? It would be like seeking death.
At this moment, everyone had a surprisingly tacit understanding and raced against time to take action.
Suddenly, a golden shadow of the Buddha holding a flower suddenly appeared around the Miyin Tutuo, and the flower-holding palm pointed directly at Ouyang Rong's head.
The aura of Taoist 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. He was at the peak of the seventh level, the elementary level of the sixth level, the intermediate level of the sixth level, and the perfect level of the sixth level.
, fifth grade...
This scene all took place under the particularly cold moonlight tonight.
Ouyang Rong's expression was calm, and he allowed Taoist Master Xi, who had invited an unknown being to incarnate, to have his aura surge towards the fifth level. He raised his hand and pointed towards the Miyin Tutuo.
A flying sword fell from the sky.
The sound of Hong Zhong and Da Lu resounded throughout the audience. The golden body of the Buddha was chopped into pieces with a sword, blood spurted out from the Miyin Tutu, and his back hit the coffin. His originally withered expression was extremely shocked.
Ouyang Rong turned around and nodded to Taoist 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" fell 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, "Daozhang Xi"'s expression 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 appearance.
The frivolous Taoist lived up to his previous arrogance and frivolity and rolled on 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 the crowd, 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 comes and goes without a trace.
Over Dagushan, there are cyclones arising.
The scent of incense accumulated for nearly a hundred years is gathering crazily. It was once coveted by Qiu Shenji and Wei Shaoxuan, and is now being swallowed by the craftsman's whale.
A monk, a monk, and a warrior 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?"
Everyone was as silent as cicadas.
Ouyang Rong pointed at Murong An: "Then you come first."
"I...I..." The latter opened his mouth and stammered, not understanding the meaning of dependent origination and emptiness. 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 one."
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."
Daochang 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 first, and was so frightened that he forgot the topic he just asked, and asked Ouyang Rong. Ouyang Rong thoughtfully repeated it. Li Li kept wiping his sweat, his eyes rolled, he tried hard to speak, and swallowed 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 divided into two parts from the middle.
"Next."
Ouyang Rong set his sights on the last secret seal tutuo.
The latter lowered his head and recited the Buddhist scriptures quickly. It seemed that he was too hasty, and Ouyang Rong heard that he read a few words wrongly.
He didn't rush, 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 essentially empty.
"But the donor cannot be empty because of the emptiness of nature. If the nature is empty, the donor is wrong. Everything, including the relationship between your friend and the girl, as entities, they do not exist. If you want to empty them out, everything will be empty."
All things serve as dependent origination, and the donor must acknowledge that dependent origination is a real existence, and does not deny the authenticity of dependent origination 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 dependent origination."
The atmosphere between the monk and the Confucian scholar was silent.
Ouyang Rong looked at him for a moment and nodded lightly:
"That's right...half of it."
Miyin Tutuo was relieved when he heard the previous sentence, but when he heard the complete sentence, he was startled.
The next second, his Dantian was destroyed with precision and ease.
The old monk vomited blood, lowered his head and covered his abdomen, 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."
"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.
"etc."
Ouyang Rong suddenly shouted.
Miyin Toutuo looked sad, lowered his head and sighed, preparing to die.
But then, a small purse hit his feet.
"Take it." Ouyang Rong said.
The old Toutuo, who was blind as well as uncultivated, 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 remained silent.
Before leaving with Panpai, Miyin Toutuo couldn't help but look back: "What is the correct answer? Why...why does 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 the dead and pull away the rotten.
It spread its swords high in the sky, and the blue sword energy accompanied by the moonlight fell on the entire Dagushan Mountain.
Tonight, the entire Dagushan Mountain is its hunting ground.
But unfortunately, I can only show off here and can't take him away.
Because the incense smell swallowed by the craftsman cannot be directly converted 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 gas is an external object after all, spiritual energy and miscellaneous gas coexist, Ouyang Rong is not a devouring physique, and the stagnation of eighth-grade cultivation is also there, which cannot be refined quickly. If he absorbs too much, his heart will not be like a snake swallowing it.
, on the contrary, 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 blew through, dispersing the smell of blood in the courtyard.
Ouyang Rong turned around and prepared to leave, but before leaving, he seemed to think of something. He walked silently and searched the bodies of Taoist Xi and others...