Chapter 927 Destroying the Ming King
"We'll know once we try it."
The question and answer were full of tension, but the two sides did not start fighting immediately. On the contrary, neither Mo Cheng nor Wu Xin made any movement, as if their tense posture was just a posturing.
"Ask a question. Would you be interested in providing the information about who approached you? Or telling me who is blocking the way from behind?"
Wu Xin naturally couldn't answer Mo Cheng's questions. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if mocking and pitying, "Why bother yourself with knowing more? Today, my target is only Yue Yao, who is in charge. Turn around and leave or die here. The people behind the scenes and what will stop them later have nothing to do with you."
I don’t know if it was the thunder in the sky that made Wuxin feel a strong sense of crisis, or if the price offered by the people who wanted to kill Yueyao was not high enough, Wuxin seemed to avoid escalating the dispute as much as possible.
Just like he said, his goal was just to kill Yueyao.
As for the Dragon Elephant Buddha...
That's another matter.
"Wow, you can actually give me some good advice. It's a pity that I don't listen to advice."
Not only did he refuse to listen to advice, the smile on Mo Cheng's face was full of ferocity and viciousness. In Wuxin's opinion, he was like a Shura or a Ming Wang, neither of whom were good people, and looked like they were out to cause trouble and kill people.
The talented Qilin is more warlike than he thought.
Wuxin is not the kind of person who would not care about anything and would just rush up to kill people once he accepts a commission.
On the contrary, he always had a safe plan for doing things, whether it was killing his own master Shan Vajra, injuring the abbot and escaping, or even killing dozens of people from the Prajna Sect who came to find him.
All of these achievements were achieved after considerable planning.
What Wuxin said was not a lie. If Mo Cheng and his group were really willing to turn around and leave, he would naturally not waste time and energy trying to force them to stay.
But Mo Cheng's refusal to leave was naturally within his expectations.
Is it because of the arrogance and pride of [Qilin Talent], or...
Wuxin's gaze passed Mo Cheng and glanced at his target, Yue Yao, the leader of [Nanli Daoyu].
It doesn’t seem to be something that is difficult to understand for a young man to admire Ai.
What's more, a woman as charming and wealthy as Manager Yueyao has never lacked suitors of the opposite sex.
It seems to be a very normal thing to have another "unicorn talent" under the pomegranate skirt.
In his mind, he kept guessing about the relationship between Mo Cheng and Yue Yao from the most appropriate angle, and Wuxin was also testing based on this guess.
"Red skulls, red bones, Donor Mo, you must know that although the skin is beautiful, it will eventually turn into dust."
Following Wuxin's words, the world in Mo Cheng's eyes began to change.
Wuxin's handsome face began to rot, and then the rotten flesh fell off. Not just the skin, but also the eyeballs, internal organs, and even the brain. Everything was rotting and falling off his body.
Mo Cheng could even smell the stench that hit his nose after the food had rotted to the extreme.
At the same time, Mo Cheng 's sensitive ears heard the sound of something falling to the ground behind him. Even without looking back, he knew that the people behind him should be like Wuxin, with their skins turned into rotten flesh and only a skeleton left.
"The white bone contemplation, the method of breaking the ego and the non-duality of form and emptiness, has become a means of interfering with others in your case."
Mo Cheng kept shaking his head, "I can't even be pure myself, how can I expect others to see through me?"
As a guy with the nickname "The Great Killer Monk", his own mental martial arts is "Zen". Although the three teachings that constitute the main elements of mental martial arts are all unconventional and side doors, theoretically speaking, Mo Cheng understands the three teachings.
"All phenomena are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning. You should view them in this way. If Donor Mo can really see through the superficial appearance, how can he fall for my view of white bones?"
“I think your understanding of Buddhism is somewhat biased.”
Mo Cheng grinned. He liked this kind of debate. Although it was not like the arena, where the opponent's maternal family was the center and a hundred years was the vertical axis, and the soul-deep communication was carried out in all directions without blind spots. However, Mo Cheng had a lot of experience in breaking down the defenses of Buddhist disciples.
"The Dharma is originally Dharma without Dharma, and Dharma without Dharma is also Dharma. Now when it comes to Dharma without Dharma, how can Dharma be Dharma? Master, you are attached to appearances."
The air between the two of them froze, as if even their breathing had stopped, and all [vibrations] and [movements] had stopped.
Deathly silence.
"Slandering the Dharma and spreading heresy!"
Mo Cheng and Wu Xin simultaneously let out loud shouts that shook the sky.
Wuxin immediately took the lead in attacking. Wuxin turned into a white bone Bodhisattva, sitting on a lotus platform made of corpses. His six arms held a spinal sword, a skull rosary, a leg bone staff, a forearm lamp, a human skin drum, and a rib halberd.
The aura of oppression was overwhelming, and everyone heard a voice that could not be refused or blocked out, whispering frantically in their ears the practice method of [White Bone Contemplation]. They all felt that their flesh was stirring, like an 18-year-old child who was admitted to a university in another city, and was trying hard to leave his body.
Some of the less skilled warriors in the cavalry were struggling to resist the soul-calling Sanskrit sounds in their ears with their blood and energy, but their bodies were already covered with dense bloodstains, as if something was pulling them from all directions and trying to dismember them.
"White Bone Bodhisattva..."
Mo Cheng couldn't help but admire the White Bone Bodhisattva that was released unintentionally. Although the guy in front of him, like himself, was not a serious Buddhist, the White Bone Bodhisattva who took a different approach made him look up to him.
"It's quite interesting, so I'll let you see my Zen."
"Thus have I heard, the Blessed One said: The Vidyaraja is the wrath of the Buddha, annihilating everything."
Boom!
The entire world of bones shook, and an extremely huge blood-red demon with three heads and six arms and a vertical eye between his eyebrows rose from the earth.
As soon as this blood-colored demon appeared, the vertical eye between his eyebrows opened immediately, and endless flames and frost burst out from the vertical eye.
Wherever the demon looked, an endless sea of fire would ignite, burning everything. At the same time, it would condense terrifying extreme cold, freezing everything.
In that terrifying extreme heat and extreme cold, everything turned to powder.
"Ming Wang!!!"
In the vortex of destruction formed by extreme heat and cold, the distorted screams of the White Bone Bodhisattva were heard. At the same time, he used the Samadhi True Fire and activated the active skill [Extreme Cold Shock] of [Guardian of Shiva]. Immediately, the world where the White Bone Bodhisattva existed was like facing Shiva with his eyes open and Parvati dancing. The power of destruction swept everything in.
Faced with this extremely intertwined force, the White Bone Bodhisattva was severely injured in just a moment.
