"Those who blaspheme our Buddha will go to Avici Hell and suffer eternal suffering..." Angry roars came from the temple, and glazed golden light rose into the sky and collided with the inverted river.
If it were just an ordinary river, there would be nothing to do with the glazed golden light, but the pouring water contained the intention of the Po Yuan Fist.
Destroy all laws within a short distance, smash all aspects within a square inch, nothing is indestructible, and nothing is indestructible. Therefore, under the erosion and collision of the river water containing the intention of Po Yuan Fist, the golden light of the glazed glass became increasingly dim, the mountains became more and more unreal, and the temple on the top of the mountain became more and more old and damaged.
And in the damaged temple, a rotten monk sat cross-legged, with the Buddha's light shining. However, as the river washed away, the Buddha's light lingering on the monk became increasingly dim and eventually dissipated into nothingness.
"Those who blaspheme the Buddha...those who blaspheme the Buddha..." The moment the Buddha's light was completely dimmed, the monk roared angrily, his voice full of anger and resentment.
The next moment, his entire body turned into fly ash and merged into the water flow. As the monk sat down, the temple completely collapsed into ruins, and the mountains disappeared into nothingness.
After the whole strangeness dissipated, the eighteen people surrounding the awning boat suddenly regained their sanity and consciousness.
However, after they woke up, their realm began to decline at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the glazed golden light on their bodies continued to dissipate.
In just the blink of an eye, they fell from the realm of real people to their original realm, and this was not over yet. Their realm continued to fall until they became mortals.
Because they became ordinary people and lost their true energy, the eighteen people could no longer stand on the water and all fell into the water.
"Help……"
"Help..." Suddenly, the eighteen people were flopping and shouting for help. But slowly, their calls for help became weaker and weaker, as if all the strength in their bodies had dissipated, and they could not help but sink into the water.
"Opportunities in the world are like bubbles, and the mirror, flowers, water and moon are all in vain... It's sad... it's sad..." Ye Qing waved his sleeves, and the eighteen people who were sinking into the water flew out one after another, and landed on a painting boat in the distance.
Then, Ye Qing raised his finger, and the unconscious boatman on the black-topped boat also flew up, directly spanning a distance of several hundred feet, and landed on the dock.
The moment he landed on the dock, the boatman came to his senses. Not only that, all the injuries on his body and the lingering ailments caused by years of work were healed and he felt comfortable.
"Friend, let me borrow your boat." The next moment, a clear and gentle voice sounded in the boatman's ears. The boatman subconsciously followed the sound and saw Ye Qing standing on the bow of the boat, with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. He nodded.
Then, he saw his small black-topped boat galloping away like an arrow from a string without anyone in charge.
When those who were immersed in shock on the Hongyue River came to their senses and looked for the figure who raised the river with one punch, they realized belatedly that the man had disappeared.
Only the waves of the water remain, the red moon is as bright as ever, and the long river is like blood. ... Regarding the previous weirdness, Ye Qing didn't take it to heart. In the past, he might have been scrupulous and fearful, but now, it was just a matter of punching.
If one punch doesn't work, then punch again. Although the Hongyue River is relatively safe at night, dangers still occur from time to time, so most people's activities are concentrated on both sides of the river.
Therefore, when Ye Qing sailed into the middle part of the Hongyue River, the boats and lights suddenly became less numerous, scattered like stars, and it was quiet and peaceful.
"Hey, the river water has changed." Suddenly, Ye Qing seemed to be aware of it. He lowered his head and looked at the water surface. He saw that the originally bloody river water had lost its blood color at some point and became clear and flawless, just like ordinary river water. .
"There's something wrong with the moon..." Ye Qingfu raised his head again and looked at the moon in the sky. He saw that the bright moon was dazzling, pale and flawless, and was no different from the bright moon he had seen before.
But the bright moon in front of me always gives people a dead and dull feeling, like a dead thing. The pale moonlight scattered on the river, and the sparkling waves were like snow and frost, monotonous and cold.
Not only that, the scattered boats and mottled lights that originally wandered on the river also disappeared, leaving only cold and dead silence.
Although the original Red Moon River was mysterious and strange, it was also full of vitality, but at this time, the Red Moon River was only cold, dead, and silent.
It was as if he had entered another world inexplicably.
"The fish has finally taken the bait." In such a strange situation, anyone else would have looked solemn and worried.
However, a smile appeared on Ye Qing's face. At this moment, Ye Qing jumped up, and the moment he jumped up, the small black-awned boat under his feet also rose up.
And at the bottom of the small black-topped boat, nine people were seen with their palms pressed against the bottom of the boat, their strength gathered in one place, and the nine people were like one person.
Seeing this, Ye Qing's leaping figure suddenly fell down and stepped on the small black-topped boat.
There was a muffled sound of "dong", and the nine people on the bottom of the boat fell apart in all directions as if they had been hit hard. They were already bleeding from their orifices in mid-air.
When they fell, dozens of figures emerged from the water and rose into the sky. At the same time, the moonlight was like flowing water, creating ripples. Within the ripples, countless figures appeared, attacking Ye Qing from all directions.
"Hmph..." Ye Qing showed disdain, raised his foot three inches, paused for three breaths, and then stamped it down suddenly. Stomping on the earth, Kyushu was shaken, and accompanied by a thumping sound, the mysterious light spread out like a strong wind, centered on the small boat.
Those who rushed towards him were first dizzy by the sound, and then swept by the strong wind, and were blown away like fallen leaves.
The small black-topped boat fell down at a faster speed and collided with those who broke out of the water.
The small boat was like a huge force, and the void within a hundred feet radius collapsed. The dozen or so people were unable to stop it, falling faster than when they came, and crashed into the water again.
Then, the black-topped boat hit the river heavily.
"Boom..." The river surface collapsed, setting off hundreds of feet of waves, crushing them in all directions. The people who were already blown to pieces by the strong wind, before they could recover, were hit by the powerful river water again. He staggered and vomited blood.
"The people from West Wind Inn..." Ye Qing stood on the bow of the ship and said disdainfully: "If you want to kill me, these wastes are not enough!"
"What about me!" Before Ye Qing finished speaking, he heard a faint voice coming from the reflection behind him.
The moment the voice sounded, a person jumped out of the shadow behind Ye Qing. The human figure was insubstantial, as pale as a foggy shadow, with no real appearance, and he slashed towards Ye Qing who was very close at hand.
Ye Qing didn't look back and used his elbow as a punch to hit the knife coming from behind.
