Listening to your words is like listening to a conversation.
Lian Yue was momentarily confused, not understanding the meaning.
Could it be… admitting defeat?!
Did the Arhat think he couldn’t defeat Meng Qin? How was that possible!
Lian Yue silently turned her head to look at Su Qingqiu and Wu Die, seeing their calm smiles, without a trace of panic, their beautiful eyes full of confidence.
Then she looked at the Lustful Arhat, feeling that this Arhat from the Buddhist Kingdom seemed somewhat uneasy.
Finally, Lian Yue’s gaze fell on the not-so-broad back in front of her. Her red lips moved slightly, wanting to ask many questions but not knowing where to start.
She had only been imprisoned for half a year, yet it felt like she had been isolated from the world for thousands of years, giving her the illusion that the world had changed drastically.
“Lustful Arhat, with two sides: one that saves all beings and forms good ties, and the other that revels in bloodshed and loves killing. Is that you?” Meng Qingzhou asked.
The Lustful Arhat nodded slightly and said honestly, “It is an honor for this humble monk to be known by Meng benefactor.”
Meng Qingzhou said no more.
He knew the Lustful Arhat’s purpose for coming here. He had probably arrived in the capital city of Langya long ago, always observing, until Meng Qingzhou took out the small world and intended to reveal the truth to the public, forcing him to show himself.
Once the Langya scandal was made public, it would be a heavy blow to the Buddhist Kingdom.
The Buddhist Kingdom’s cultivation relied on the power of the wishes of all beings as spiritual energy, absorbing the power of faith to increase their cultivation level. If the matter of raising furnaces was exposed, the believers would be deeply affected, abandoning the worship of the Buddha’s golden body, causing the Buddhist Kingdom to lose a large amount of the power of wishes.
But he was puzzled.
How did the Lustful Arhat dare to face him alone and even boast about taking the small world and fleeing back to the Buddhist Kingdom?
Moreover, from his tone, it seemed he had some reliance…
“Did the Buddha give you some trump cards, making you confident enough to face me?” Meng Qingzhou asked calmly.
The Lustful Arhat fell silent, not answering.
No answer was the best answer.
As expected.
Meng Qingzhou’s heart slightly lifted. The trump cards given by a Great Being of the Sky-Reaching Realm could not be ignored.
The gap between the Sky-Reaching Realm and the Morning Glow Realm was like the difference between clouds and mud, akin to the gap between the Cloud Ascension Realm and a first-rank martial artist.
One practiced cultivation, the other practiced martial arts. No matter how much a martial artist tempered their body, even if they could lift a cauldron and were impervious to swords and spears, they would still be as fragile as clay chickens and pottery dogs against a true cultivator.
A true cultivator of the Sky-Reaching Realm viewed those below them as mere playthings, much like the Buddha viewed monkeys.
With these thoughts, Meng Qingzhou became more serious, no longer acting on a whim, but he was not afraid. He was still full of confidence, holding the small world light cluster in one hand and making a gesture of invitation with the other:
“Come.”
“Even if I hold the power of a world, it is not something you can break. I’ll give you a chance. If you can successfully take this small world, you may flee, and I will not pursue.”
Upon hearing this, the Lustful Arhat’s anxious mood slightly improved, and he frowned, saying:
“Is Little Meng benefactor serious?”
“A gentleman’s word,” Meng Qingzhou nodded.
The Lustful Arhat’s smile grew brighter, secretly delighted. The Space-Time Sword Saint was indeed powerful, but he had risen too quickly and was inevitably arrogant.
The trump cards given by the Buddha would definitely allow him to take that small world.
“Benefactor, be careful.”
The Lustful Arhat maintained his smiling face, his smile sinister, his eyes dark, and he began chanting the Shakyamuni Sutra.
The solemn and majestic Buddhist chant echoed as if shouted in a secluded valley, the Zen sound seemed to cleanse from the nine heavens above, loud as a bell, making those who heard it feel compassionate, thinking their half-lived life was meaningless, compelling them to kneel and bow, entering the Buddhist gate.
Three halos appeared behind the Lustful Arhat’s head, layer upon layer, with a white ring on the outside, a golden ring in the middle, and a transparent inner color, making him appear extremely holy and solemn.
“The sound of enlightenment, trying to convert me to Buddhism?”
“How bold!”
Meng Qingzhou’s voice was like thunder. He clearly felt his mind becoming peaceful and serene, increasingly harmonious, even feeling a desire to abandon worldly troubles and enter the Buddhist gate.
“This is the Buddha’s own chant, suspended in my mouth, ready to be spoken at any time, enlightening all beings,” the Lustful Arhat said with his hands clasped, cautiously stepping forward, preparing to seize the small world while Meng Qingzhou was distracted.
Although the Lustful Arhat stopped chanting, the majestic sound of enlightenment continued to resonate.
The Zen sound surrounded Meng Qingzhou, growing louder until it was deafening.
“Master,” Su Qingqiu saw this and felt worried.
“No problem, I just want to see the Buddha’s strength, and learn from this Zen sound,” Meng Qingzhou raised his hand and said.
The Lustful Arhat frowned, retracting the step he had taken.
He had thought that the Zen sound chanted by a Great Being of the Sky-Reaching Realm would be enough to distract the Space-Time Sword Saint, but he didn’t expect him to still have strength left.
As expected of the invincible one below the Sky-Reaching Realm, his reputation was well-deserved.
“It seems the benefactor still has strength. In that case, this humble monk will add some difficulty and increase the burden.”
The Lustful Arhat was cautious.
He knew very well that the trump cards given by the Buddha could at most trap the Space-Time Sword Saint for a while, but to kill him… that was pure fantasy.
So, before Meng Qingzhou was completely exhausted, he would not approach within ten meters.
As long as he could trap the Space-Time Sword Saint…
The Lustful Arhat glanced at the three female cultivators behind him, all of them stunningly beautiful and highly talented! Perfect as furnaces!
Enjoying them for a year or so, he probably wouldn’t get tired of them.
“With the spiritual sense of Bodhi, enter a dream of a thousand autumns. Let the benefactor listen to the Zen sound and enter a peaceful dream. Perhaps in the dream, you can find the true meaning of Buddhism.”
The Lustful Arhat pointed a star of light at Meng Qingzhou’s forehead from a distance.
Immediately, Meng Qingzhou, who had been somewhat active, gradually lowered his head, seemingly falling asleep.
“Benefactor, sleep well. This humble monk will take the small world.”
A gleam of joy flashed in the Lustful Arhat’s eyes.
The Buddha had given him three trump cards: the Zen sound of enlightenment, the spiritual sense of Bodhi, and the true words of Shakyamuni.
Although they were just some sounds chanted by the Buddha, integrated into his body, not truly valuable things.
As long as the Buddha was willing, he could sit there all day, chanting as much as he wanted.
But this was enough to trap the Space-Time Sword Saint!
The invincible one below the Sky-Reaching Realm was still just below the Sky-Reaching Realm.
The Lustful Arhat shook his head, just as he was about to step forward, he suddenly heard a sharp wind, followed by a flash of sword light. His right foot, which had just stepped out, was cut off at the ankle, the cut smooth as a mirror, even stopping the blood flow.
“…?” The Lustful Arhat looked down, his smile gradually fading, becoming solemn.
“Benefactor, you… are awake?”
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【There will be one or two more chapters this afternoon!】
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