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"Wei Yuan, do you think you can kill me? I will haunt you even as a ghost for this grudge!"
He roared hoarsely, his voice filled with despair and madness, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.
The eminent Buddhist monks unleashed their Buddhist teachings, and beams of soft yet dazzling light emanated from their hands, enveloping Nalan Tianlu.
The Buddha's light was like a warm veil, yet it contained boundless power. One of the high monks clasped his hands together, chanting incantations:
"Amitabha Buddha, Nalan Tianlu, lay down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Your sins are heavy, and today is your tribulation."
The high monk's voice, compassionate and solemn, echoed in this distorted space.
Nalan Tianlu, however, laughed loudly, his laughter filled with mockery and disdain:
"Become a Buddha? I don't believe in Buddhism, nor am I afraid of you so-called eminent monks!"
With that, he mustered all his strength, ignoring his injuries, and attacked Wei Yuan. His figure was like that of a wounded beast, filled with a final madness and determination.
Chapter 184 Heading to Leizhou, Encountering Wenren Qianrou!
As the first rays of dawn fell upon the winding ancient road, Wei Changxuan and his group had already packed their bags and embarked on their long journey to Leizhou.
The sound of horses' hooves broke the morning's tranquility, and the shadows of the crowd stretched long in the morning sun.
Leizhou, that mysterious and unpredictable land, is like a giant magnet, attracting countless people who yearn for opportunity.
Wei Changxuan sat upright on his horse, his eyes firm, gazing into the distance, his heart filled with anticipation for the various opportunities in Leizhou.
Mu Nanzhi followed closely behind, dressed in a light blue dress, her hair swaying gently in the breeze, her eyes showing both curiosity about the unknown and a hint of worry.
Jiang Fang remained calm, observing the surroundings while quietly conversing with Janet beside her.
Janet gripped the reins tightly, her face showing a mixture of excitement and nervousness; after all, this was her first time participating in such an unknown adventure.
Yan Lingji remained as lively as ever, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as she glanced at the scenery along the roadside and exchanged a few words with Jing Ni.
Jing Ni, with a cold expression, silently rode along the side of the group, constantly alert to any movement around her.
The Dongfang sisters huddled together, whispering about their upcoming arrival in Leizhou, their eyes filled with anticipation.
As the group continued on their way, a figure suddenly appeared on the road ahead.
The figure was tall and imposing, with an extraordinary air about her. As they drew closer, everyone recognized her as Wenren Qianrou.
She remained calm, her white dress fluttering in the wind, like a fairy descending to earth. Only the occasional sharp glint in her eyes revealed that she was no ordinary woman.
Wei Changxuan dismounted first and greeted her with a smile: "Miss Wenren, what a coincidence that we meet here."
Wenren Qianrou nodded slightly, a faint smile appearing on her lips:
"Young Master Wei, I didn't expect to meet you here. It seems we've all come here for the opportunities in Leizhou."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group decided to travel together. Along the way, Wenren Qianrou shared with them the strange tales of Leizhou she had heard.
Her words were full of knowledge about Leizhou, which made everyone even more eager to visit this mysterious place.
The group continued their journey deeper into Leizhou, the dust kicked up by their horses' hooves billowing in the sunlight and gradually disappearing into the distance.
After a long journey of many days, Wei Changxuan and his companions finally arrived at Sanhua Temple.
From afar, Sanhua Temple appears solemn and majestic amidst the green hills and clear waters.
The temple's eaves and brackets shimmered with an ancient glow under the sunlight.
The towering ancient trees in front of the temple, with their lush branches and leaves, seem to be telling the story of the vicissitudes of time.
Asking for flowers
However, the area around Sanhua Temple was bustling with activity at that moment.
People from all over the world gathered here, bustling about.
Various strangely dressed martial arts figures, Buddhist disciples, and mysterious cultivators roamed among them.
Some were exchanging information with each other, while others were secretly observing the people around them, their eyes filled with vigilance.
The arrival of Wei Changxuan and his group immediately attracted a lot of attention.
Everyone cast curious glances their way, wondering about their identities and intentions.
Wei Changxuan exchanged a glance with his companions, straightened his clothes, and walked steadily toward Sanhua Temple.
Along the way, people kept coming up to greet him, and Wei Changxuan responded politely to each one.
Upon entering Sanhua Temple, the atmosphere inside became even more solemn.
The towering Buddha statue stands in the center of the main hall, exuding an aura of compassion.
The monks were busy inside the temple, preparing accommodations and meals for visitors from all over.
Wei Changxuan and his group had a brief exchange with various forces. From their words,
They learned that everyone had come for a secret within the Sanhua Temple, and that this secret seemed to be inextricably linked to the Pagoda.
Everyone understood that a fierce struggle was about to unfold, and they would be deeply involved in it... for a long time.
Chapter 185 Illusion, the Truth of What Happened Back Then!
Filled with anticipation and trepidation, Wei Changxuan and his group slowly stepped into the Floating Pagoda under the watchful eyes of the crowd.
The moment you step into the tower, an ancient and mysterious aura washes over you.
The tower was dimly lit, and strange runes shimmered on the walls, as if telling a long history.
The group carefully ascended the stairs, feeling a mysterious power permeating the surroundings with each step.
Suddenly, a flash of light appeared, and a strange scene of "June 27th" slowly emerged before everyone's eyes.
Wei Yuan flashed, effortlessly dodging Nalan Tianlu's attack like a ghost, and thrust his sword at Nalan Tianlu's chest with a backhand motion.
Nalan Tianlu was unable to dodge in time, and the long sword pierced straight into his body, causing blood to gush out instantly.
At the same time, the Buddhist monks chanted incantations, and the Buddhist light emanating from their bodies grew stronger and stronger, like a blazing sun, which eventually completely engulfed Nalan Tianlu.
This scene left Wei Changxuan and the others utterly shocked. Mu Nanzhi covered her mouth, her eyes filled with astonishment, and murmured to herself:
"So that's how it was back then..." Jiang Fang frowned, lost in thought, and slowly said:
"The grudges and affections involved are far more complex than we imagined."
Janet hid behind Wei Changxuan in fright, her voice trembling: "It's terrifying. The struggle back then was so brutal."
Yan Lingji put away her usual playful demeanor, her expression turning solemn: "It seems that this Floating Pagoda holds many secrets; we must proceed with caution."
Jing Ni stared intently at the screen, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes, as if she were recalling something.
The Eastern sisters embraced tightly, speechless with astonishment at the scene before them.
Although Wenren Qianrou remained calm, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
While everyone was still immersed in the awe-inspiring scene, a burst of light emanated from the pagoda once more, and a brand-new image slowly appeared before their eyes.
A mysterious figure, dressed in black, stood tall and straight, like a drawn blade, before a solemn and majestic ancient temple.
All around, the Vajra warriors of the Buddhist sect all had solemn expressions, their bodies radiating golden light—the power fluctuations of the Vajra Divine Art. They assumed defensive stances, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Wenren Qianrou stood in the crowd, her expression calm and composed, trying her best to maintain her usual composure.
However, when that horrific scene unfolded before their eyes without warning, and Nalan Tianlu found himself in dire straits under the dual assault of Wei Yuan's fierce attacks and the Buddhist monk's radiant light,
Her pupils still involuntarily contracted slightly, and although it was only a momentary reaction, a flash of surprise quickly crossed her eyes.
This fleeting emotional fluctuation, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, is almost imperceptible to anyone who isn't paying attention.
Master Jingxin clasped his hands together, his wide robe swaying slightly with his movements.
He gazed at the bloody and shocking scene before him, his face filled with sorrow, and let out a long sigh, his voice low and heavy:
"Amitabha Buddha, when will the cycle of revenge end? All the grudges and affections in this world cannot escape the cycle of cause and effect."
These tragedies are the fruits of causes sown in the past.
That sigh was filled with helplessness and compassion for the suffering in the world.
Standing beside Zen Master Jingxin, Monk Hengyin nodded heavily upon hearing this, his expression solemn, and said:
"What the abbot says is absolutely right. We are now stepping into this pagoda..."
The hope is to find a way to resolve the world's grievances and bring an end to these endless conflicts.
His eyes revealed determination and expectation, as if this pagoda truly held the answer to resolving all grievances.
Chapter 186 The Shock of the Crowd, the Mysterious Man in Black Robes!
Everyone was immersed in the shocking scene of Nalan Tianlu's death. For a moment, the surroundings were silent, with only heavy breathing and occasional low gasps.
Everyone wore a complex expression, whether it was shock, emotion, or deep thought.
At that very moment, ripples suddenly spread across the second level of space, as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm lake, with the ripples spreading outwards in concentric circles.
Along with this strange fluctuation, a soft yet mysterious light slowly shone forth.
Then, a completely new mirror image slowly appeared before everyone's eyes, and the images in the mirror gradually became clear.
It seemed to be calling everyone to uncover yet another mysterious past.
Upon entering the second level of the pagoda, an even more profound and mysterious aura wafted over.
Just as everyone was getting used to the unique atmosphere of the 17th floor,
A dazzling and strange light emanated from the wall inside the tower, and a huge mirror slowly appeared.
In the mirror image, a solemn and majestic ancient temple stands alone in the desolate land.
The wind howled all around, its sound like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, sweeping wildly across the land.
The temple's banners fluttered wildly in the raging wind, and the Buddhist symbols painted on them seemed to be twisting and struggling in the wind.
The Vajra warriors of Buddhism formed a tight fan shape, surrounding a mysterious man in black robes.
These Vajras were all tall and strong, their robes billowing in the wind, outlining their rock-solid muscles.
Their expressions were solemn and dignified, each face filled with vigilance and determination, and their bodies shone with a brilliant golden light.
That golden light was the powerful energy fluctuation emitted when the Vajra Divine Skill was activated at full power; these lights intertwined and merged.
An impenetrable golden barrier was formed, trapping the black-robed man firmly in the center, attempting to resist the impending unknown danger.
"Who is this man in black robes? Why is the Buddhist sect so on high alert?"