Looking at the man in front of him who was wearing a black cassock and eating steamed buns, but still handsome, Qi Nian's heart suddenly sank.
"Yu Liancheng, it is indeed him, it is indeed him!"
Although he had already guessed the identity of the visitor, when he actually faced the presence of the person who entered Taoshan alone, almost side by side with his master, the Buddha could not help but feel his heart skip a beat while walking.
Qi Nianxiu kept his mouth shut and chewed his tongue, so he couldn't speak. He just looked solemn, even with the respect that a junior should have. Although no one knows the seniority of Yu Liancheng, even if he is not as good as the master, he is probably the master of the temple, Chen, and the lecturer, but his eyes are still firm. He is a Buddhist, and a Buddhist in the world will not go to the devil. The head surrendered.
"You shouldn't have come."
Yu Liancheng was eating steamed buns. When he finished saying this, he suddenly remembered a sad chirping of cicadas in the long street.
Cicadas are summer creatures. Although it has entered summer, due to the low temperature at the bottom of the sinkhole, there are almost no cicadas. Even if they exist, they are very rare and quickly become silent in the cold wind.
But now, countless cicadas appear on the long street.
Those Zen are hidden behind the branches, hiding in the upturned bark, hanging among the spider webs, sitting in the tiles, chirping wildly.
The sound of cicadas filled the streets with shivers, deafening and heartbreaking.
But unfortunately, it seemed that no one except Qin Nian could hear the cicada sounds that were getting thicker and louder.
Qi Nian listened to the increasingly sad trembling, and the expression on his face became more solemn.
Because he knew that the sound of the cicada represented the most terrifying technique of the Demon Sect.
——Twenty-three years old cicada.
"But I need a Buddhist talent. If you abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and change your ways, I will not only spare your life, but I will also teach you the unique skill called 'Thirty-two Phases'." Yulian City said.
Qi Nian, he pursed his lips tightly and looked resolutely.
He answered with action.
I saw Qi Nian's hands changing in front of the kapok cassock, like butterflies darting through flowers. In a moment, they formed a large handprint with awe-inspiring meaning.
It is the brightest and most powerful of the Buddhist Mahamudras, the Fudo Myoyo Seal.
When this handprint is formed, a vast, solemn, and majestic energy condenses between the handprints, and spreads to the surrounding heaven and earth, setting off a hurricane, and even the seemingly ubiquitous chirping of cicadas in the small town. , also stagnated and became weaker.
"It's a pity that if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with alcohol!"
Yu Liancheng finished the last bite of the bun, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his fingers.
Then, the sound of cicadas sounded again, and this time it became louder and more violent, as if a person was laughing wantonly and loudly.
Although the townspeople could not hear the vibrating sound of the cicadas, the leaves were shaken and flew up, as if they were spiritual beings and flew towards Qin Nian.
Every leaf is a cicada.
Every "cicada" is making a heart-piercing trembling sound that shakes the soul.
The edge of the blade also seems to be the sharpest magic weapon in the world, able to cut space at will.
Countless "cicadas" landed on Qi Nian.
Any "cicada" has the power to cause Dongxuan monks to die tragically.
Even a great monk in the Fate-Knowing Realm may have his soul shattered to pieces in an instant if countless cicadas fall on him.
But Qi Nian did not, because Ming Wangyin was restrained and formed an invisible barrier on the surface of his body.
When the leaves fall on the barrier, they can no longer move forward. However, these leaves do not fall on the ground, but stick to the surface of Qinian's body like cotton wool.
Not long after, Qi Nian's cassock was piled with leaves. Only his head and hands with the Immovable King's Seal in front of him were still outside. It looked like a figure made of piled leaves.
Katcha!
Katcha!
As the number of leaves grows, cracks begin to appear in that invisible film.
The muscles on Qinian's cheek twitched slightly, and sharp energy penetrated through the cracks, leaving small bloody wounds on his cheeks, and blood dripped from the wounds. Jieyin's hands were trembling, and his whole body was crumbling.
Qi Nian knew that he could not hold on for long amid the overwhelming trembling sound.
Taking a deep breath, the power of thought in the snow-capped mountains poured out, and the vitality of heaven and earth began to riot.
"I, ma, ni, ba, mi, hum."
Qi Nian opened his lips slightly, and an obscure and solemn sound came out of his throat.
The silence that had persisted for more than ten years was finally broken.
And every word uttered is like ringing a big bell, majestic and loud, shaking the void.
Each sound of the "Six-Character Daming Mantra" was louder than the other. When the fourth "ba" sound was uttered, it seemed to drown out the hoarse cicada sound. When the fifth "mi" sound was heard, the leaves covering the body also disappeared. Has been knocked away.
This Buddhist practitioner has been practicing closed-mouth meditation for more than ten years.
It's fine if you don't speak, but it's no small matter if you speak.
Especially the last word "Hung" caused the airflow within a radius of dozens of feet to stir up a stormy wave, sweeping away like a tidal wave in all directions.
It is conceivable that once ordinary townspeople are swept up by this wave of air, they will be torn into a ball of flesh and blood in almost an instant, and rooms and buildings will also be destroyed in an instant.
Qi Nian didn't care about this.
People living in the underground world are originally sinners. It is only because of the mercy of the Buddha that they can preserve their lives.
Now that he is openly rebelling, he should suffer the severest punishment. Death is a kind of relief for them.
While spitting out the last word, Qi Nian used the power of his thoughts to stir up the vitality of the world, gathered between his feet, stamped his feet, soared straight into the sky, and flew away desperately.
In the blink of an eye, Qi Nian had flown out of the town, with the wind whistling in his ears. He glanced behind him, but it was Yulian City who was calming down the air waves to avoid hurting innocent people, and had no intention of chasing him.
"Escaped."
Qi Nian let out a long breath.
Although Yulian City only slightly demonstrated the terrifying demon sect technique of "Twenty-Three Years Cicada", the sense of oppression it brought to Qin Nian was too strong, just like billowing dark clouds pressing on the top of the head, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, blocking out the sun. , making it difficult to breathe.
There is no doubt that this is a big gamble.
If Yu Liancheng ignored the lives of the townspeople and took the opportunity to attack him, he would have no chance of escaping.
"This person is really scary. We need to discuss it with the lecturer as soon as possible."
The strong wind was blowing against my face. Although I escaped with my life, Qi Nian did not think that the sky is high and the sea is vast, let me gallop. Instead, I was worried.
He ran with all his strength, even at the expense of his telekinesis, and was many times faster than when he came.
An hour later, Qi Nian rushed into the scope of Xuankong Temple in one breath. Walking through the yellow temples, he frowned slightly.
Without knowing why, his mind was in turmoil again, and he could never settle down.
A great monk at the peak of his fortune-telling already has the ability to foretell good and bad fortunes, and it is impossible for him to have ups and downs of his mind.
But this is the Hanging Temple.
Xuankong Temple is one of the four unknowable places. There are many experts and it is protected by a large mountain guard. In terms of danger, it is definitely not lower than Taoshan. No one can break into it without permission.
Maybe it's because I'm too worried about the situation underground.
Qi Nian shook his head and walked step by step towards the highest palace of the Great Hall.
In the main hall, the golden light shines brightly, and the Buddha is sitting in the middle, holding a flower and smiling, overlooking all living beings. Bodhisattvas and arhats are arranged on the left and right, and there are many kinds of diamonds, gods, dragons, and maidens, which look like a paradise. Each Buddha statue is lifelike and covered with gold foil. Some Buddhas are even made of pure gold and are truly magnificent.
A monk has his back to Qinian. His back looks small, but it gives people the feeling of being infinitely tall and sacred. This is the highest-ranking sermon seat in Xuankong Temple.
"This disciple has seen the first one." Qi Nian clasped his hands together and bowed.
"You came back so soon, are you investigating what happened at the foot of the mountain?" the lecturer said without looking back.
Qi Nian lowered his head, with a respectful expression, and recounted everything he encountered at the foot of the mountain.
The first person in the Xuankong Temple listened silently without saying a word. The entire Main Hall was very quiet, except for bursts of chanting from outside the door.
Chirp!
Suddenly, there was a subtle chirping sound.
Qi Nian frowned slightly, thinking that she heard wrongly.
But after a brief silence, the cicada's chirping suddenly became high-pitched and shrill.
Originally there seemed to be only one or two trembling, but now there were dozens of them twittering together, and more and more.
Qi Nian suddenly raised his head and his eyes narrowed.
I saw one or two cicadas standing on the back of the lecturer's seat, shouting at the top of their lungs.
No, not just on the back of the lecture chair.
On the shrine, on the incense burner, on the floor, on the beams, on the statues... there are cicadas everywhere. If you keep looking at a place, nothing will change there, but in the blink of an eye, cicadas will appear and increase in number. The sound of cicadas filled the air, overwhelming the sound of bells and Sanskrit sounds coming from outside the door.
"No, what on earth is going on?" Qi Nian suddenly stood up, extremely horrified. There are thousands or tens of thousands of cicadas in the entire Mahavira Palace. The loud and shrill cicada sounds gathered into a river, rolling back and forth in the hall, and it seemed like someone was shouting at the top of their lungs, mocking: All the gods and Buddhas in the sky are useless.
"Yuliancheng, it's you who caused this, come out! Come out quickly!
"
As a Buddhist, Qi Nian is so knowledgeable that he already understands that he has fallen into the trap woven by Yulian City.
He yelled and shouted loudly, but no one answered.
Qi Nian's sleeves suddenly rolled up, and the tyrannical vitality of heaven and earth defeated the seat of the lecturer who was sitting cross-legged not far away, and countless cicadas flew out from the seat of the lecturer.
“Come out, come out!
If you can, come out to me!
"
Qi Nian roared angrily, his eyes flashing red. He controlled the vitality of heaven and earth, destroyed a majestic Buddha statue, broke the tall pillars, the entire main hall was shaking, and even the walls were blasted with holes.
The Buddhist walk at this time is like a demon king coming out of hell, trying to destroy the holy land of Buddhism.
Each cicada also turned into a ball of black smoke and was annihilated in the attack of Qinian, but in an instant more cicadas appeared, and their trembling sound seemed to be able to tear the world apart, resounding endlessly.
Under the attack of the Seven Thoughts Mahamudra, the majestic Mahavira Palace made rumbling sounds, like muffled thunder exploding continuously. Cracks appeared on the wall.
Amidst the earth-shattering noise, the entire palace finally began to collapse. The glazed tiles "crackled" fell all over the floor, and large chunks of rolling stones flowed.
The Buddha statues were broken, limbs and arms were almost everywhere on the ground, and heads were flying around.
"Yuliancheng, come out! Come out!"
"
Qi Nian stood in the ruins, filled with smoke and dust. There were more and more cicadas around, and the cicadas chirped louder and louder. Millions, hundreds, thousands of cicadas were flying, and their screams almost tore his eardrums.
At this moment, a grand and vast aura came.
At the same time, endless dazzling white light began to spread from the horizon. Everything disappeared wherever it passed, and everything was melted into the white light, even the entire Hanging Temple. The only two things standing in the white light are the seven thoughts and the endless black cicadas.
The black cicadas formed a sharp contrast with the white light, spreading all over the vast white world, while Qi Nian stood in the vast white light, helpless to rely on, which made him more and more angry, and his face was almost distorted. But he understood that the anger was just to cover up the fear that could no longer be suppressed, and he was almost trembling with fear.
Suddenly, all the black cicadas gathered in one place.
Tens of millions of cicadas crowded together in one place, vaguely forming a huge black figure, majestic and tall, sacred and indescribably weird.
Looking at this black figure, Qi Nian felt vaguely familiar. The next moment, he suddenly backed up, terrified, and his voice became sharp and trembling: "Yu! Lian! City!"
Yes, the person in front of me is Yu Liancheng.
To be more precise, he is now wearing a black cassock and should be more appropriately called the "Buddha of Infinite Living Beings".
When he didn't see the "Infinite Living Beings Buddha", Qi Nian frantically called out the other person's name, hoping to end this nightmare encounter quickly.
But when Yu Liancheng actually appeared in front of him, he immediately lost all the courage to take action. His scalp was numb, his hair stood on end, and his face was extremely pale.
"Now that I'm seeing all living beings, why don't you worship?!"
A majestic and distant voice sounded and passed into Qinian's eardrums, making his heart tremble. He wanted to kneel down and worship, but he relied on his strong cultivation to hold on.
Immediately afterwards, he heard the chirping of cicadas. The chirping of the cicadas was as light as mosquitoes at first, then roared and screamed in an instant, and the next moment it was like the roar of mountains and rivers, as loud as thunder from the sky. And this cicada's chirping is not chaotic and silent, but conveys a clear sentence, and the sound waves drown out the seven thoughts in an instant.
"Now that I'm seeing all living beings, why don't you worship?!"
"Now that I'm seeing all living beings, why don't you worship?!"
"Now that I'm seeing all living beings, why don't you worship?!"
…
In the small town, Yu Liancheng ate another basket of steamed buns, glanced at Qinian not far away with a struggling and fearful expression on his face, and smiled slightly.
After a while, the Buddhist monk's eyes turned dark, like a puppet without a thought.
But if you just need a puppet, Yu Liancheng's mere spiritual impact is enough to destroy the opponent's spirit.
So, he snapped his fingers again.
Qi Nian's eyes gradually brightened, and they seemed to be no different from before.
But when his eyes touched Yulian City, he became pious and respectful, and infinite reverence surged in his heart, as if he was facing Haotian.
"Kowtow and worship my Buddha with seven thoughts!"
Buddhism walks with five limbs prostrate to the ground.
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