Chapter 194: The Art of Sacrifice
Le Zhou stood straight in his green shirt, and with a flick of his right hand he made a beautiful sword flower.
"I see that all the sentient beings in Nanyanfuti have sins in every thought and action."
A ethereal and pleasant Sanskrit sound emanated from his lips, and he recited Buddhist teachings with a sad expression.
"The world is so miserable. There are too many people with evil deeds and evil thoughts. They are committing sins every moment. Why bother saving them?"
He looked at the silver-haired boy in front of him, his long bangs were lifted by the air flow, revealing his bright and clear red eyes.
Yi An stared at him for a moment, his eyes bright and clear, and his calm and steady voice rang out slowly: "I calculated that there would be a variable in the Master's Assessment that would affect the future, so I came here in person to find out what it was, but I never thought it would be you."
The boy's aura had changed unconsciously. He looked down from a height that no one else could reach: "Why, do you think the world is like hell, so you want to destroy it?"
Le Zhou smiled faintly and shook his head, his dark and deep eyes were like a pool of stagnant water: "No, on the contrary, it's just that compared to Emperor Jing, there are others who are more suitable to be the savior."
His narrow eyes flashed with anxiety, and he swung his sword to attack, his muffled voice carrying a low hoarseness: "Why should the Snow Region choose Emperor Jing? Since they are both aiming to unify the world, then the Southern Frontier can also be chosen."
Yi An drew his sword and fought back, talking and laughing calmly: "I'm afraid the world would not agree with the way Southern Xinjiang governs."
"Buddhism says: All things are impermanent, all things are without self, and nirvana is tranquility. These twelve short words express the highest freedom and ideal in the world. Since the Buddha has pointed out the way forward for you, why are you still obsessed with the struggle for power and unwilling to realize it?"
Le Zhou sighed: "Everything is always easier said than done. If enlightenment could be so easy, there would be no desires, good and evil in this world."
Who doesn't know how to read the holy books? But how many people can actually do what is said above?
He swung his sword in all directions: "Instead of discussing Buddhism with me, you should worry more about your current situation."
Yi An was indeed struggling and trying hard, but the young man did not show his emotions. Although Tiger Day was numb and he was stumbling step by step, he was still calm and raised the corner of his lips: "You have joined my formation, do you think you can have a good end?"
Le Zhou seemed to be insolent, but his warm smile and elegant and calm demeanor reduced his arrogance and rebelliousness.
Each of his moves was extremely skillful and aggressive. He ignored the sophisticated formations at his feet, and attacked Yian's vital points with his sleeves flying. "Hmm? I remember, don't you have a secret technique for sacrifice in the Snow Region?"
The man teased the boy with a gloomy face with interest: "If you want to sacrifice one life for another, that's fine. I know that the witches in Southern Xinjiang who control the dead are amazing, but I don't know if the sacrifices in the Snow Region are really that brutal."
"If you have the guts, send me away."
It was like thousands of sword shadows descending from the sky, the sword lights were like weaving nets, swaying with strands of golden sunlight, trying desperately to drill into people's skin, cut open the flesh, and explode in the bones.
Yi An was defeated step by step, his delicate eyebrows and eyes were filled with an indelible hazy mist, the magic formation under his feet was spinning wildly, and the bamboo forest villa suddenly appeared in front of him. There were even chickens looking for food and playing happily on the rocking chair, but Yi An was nowhere to be seen.
Le Zhou looked around and suddenly laughed, then he raised his sword and rushed forward again.
"The Buddha told Subhuti: All appearances are false. If you see that all appearances are not appearances, then you will see the Tathagata."
"How can such a false illusion trap me?"
Everything you see is illusion.
The illusion was shattered by him, and the gentle mask stood calmly without any change: "If you were strong, you would still be able to fight me, but look, you have become this ridiculous now, dragging your broken body and using the little life left to try to fight me. Lord of the Snow Region, has the Nine Heavens God become so destitute?"
Yian wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and his eyes suddenly turned cold. He didn't know that the other party knew him so well.
The wooden sign with black writing on his waist was snatched away by Le Zhou. The man hooked the sign with one hand and stabbed his heart with the sword with the other hand. He said with great interest: "If you don't use the sacrifice, you will really die this time."
The young man raised his lips, changing his posture to appear more carefree and fearless, and taunted: "As you wish, this formation will be the formation of sacrifice."
When the smile on the other person's lips gradually disappeared, although Yian's tone was smiling, the determination and firmness in his eyes were still shocking.
It was like a raging fire that wanted to burn a hole in the darkness, sweeping across the barren world of Lezhou where not a single blade of grass grew.
"Since I came to the Mohist School for you, I will naturally take you away with me."
He coughed, and the fishy smell became stronger. "Don't you want to know how the sacrifice technique works? Then I'll let you try it."
The formation suddenly burst out with a dazzling blue light, and from the center of the formation, it quickly spread out like a vine, covering it with intricate patterns. The silver hair fluttered, and the red-blue pupils were so clear and beautiful that not a speck of dust could enter.
Le Zhou's face was expressionless as his murderous intent increased. He felt as if all the strength in his limbs was being drained. He stiffly pulled his lips into a violent arc, swung his arm, and a moth shaped like a dead leaf butterfly flew out from his wide sleeves.
It turned a blind eye to the horror of the formation. Even though the raging airflow was about to knock people over, the moth was unaffected and continued to fly steadily towards Yian's nose.
Yian's pupils suddenly contracted and he staggered, trying to avoid the moth that was lingering over him, but the moth was not in a hurry and just wanted to land on his skin.
“Swoosh——”
At the critical moment, the sharp sword broke through the air and pierced through the tiny moth, nailing it to the tree trunk with a fatal blow.
Both of them looked up in shock at this sudden change, and as they stared, the tall and slender figure of Emperor Jing slowly came into view.
There was nothing in her hand, and the sharp sword she had just thrown was still nailed to the tree trunk. Jun Lin raised his eyelids and looked, but there was no moth at the bottom of the sword. Yi An suddenly realized: "I was too nervous and made a mistake. I didn't realize that this was also an illusion."
Le Zhou returned to his elegant demeanor on the street that day, and politely greeted the emperor: "Your Majesty, Emperor Jing."
Jun Lin's eyes moved slowly, looking at Yi An and then at Le Zhou. Finally, her inner strength condensed into solid white mist. With a shake of her hand, the sharp sword fell from the tree and returned to her hand as if it had self-awareness. Without giving anyone time to buffer, she attacked directly with sinister anger in her eyes.
Although she didn't know what happened between the two of them, the Lord of the Snow Region had done her a favor, so she naturally couldn't bear to see his benefactor suffer.
Le Zhou's heart skipped a beat. He looked at the mad Emperor Jing helplessly and said, "Why do you always come here to spoil the fun? You ruin all the good things."
The man obviously did not intend to continue exposing his strength. He lifted his sleeves to half cover his face, revealing a pair of slender and slightly raised peach blossom eyes.
"It's been a pleasure meeting you all today. See you next time."
One, two, his body turned into thousands of moths that fluttered towards him. Yi An quickly covered his face and dodged: "Be careful, there is a real one hiding in here. If you get bitten, you will either die from the poison or turn into a puppet."
There were too many moths, and even Jun Lin could not distinguish the real ones from the fake ones in a short time. He had to concentrate all his attention on protecting them. However, within a few seconds, the moths disappeared, and Le Zhou disappeared with them.