Chapter 642 Pure Land
Several novice monks behind the monk immediately rushed over with a fierce look in their eyes.
Xiao Changheng's eyes turned cold, and he instantly stood up and flashed in front of Yun Qingqing, with a black jade sword in his hand, and with a sweep, he forced back the monks.
The monk's face changed, he increased the force of the hammer in his hand, his expression became a little ferocious, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down from his forehead.
Yun Qingqing continued to play the piano with a calm expression. The lingering sound of the piano flowed from her fingertips, neither fast nor slow, but it made the sounds of the wooden fish and the chanting fade away gradually, as if there was a door between them, becoming muffled and distant.
The expressions of some of the believers who were sitting there changed again. The monk became anxious when he saw this, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes. He suddenly bit his tongue to force out a drop of blood, which sprayed on the wooden hammer.
The head of the hammer turned black immediately, and the material no longer looked like wood. Instead, it was as hard as stone and emitted a cold glow.
The monk snorted coldly, hit the wooden fish hard with the mutated stone hammer, and uttered an obscure spell.
The air suddenly vibrated, making a low hum, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.
Several novice monks were shocked by this sudden change and looked around in panic, only to see that the originally elegant and quiet villa was no longer there, and in its place was a peaceful scene like a pure land.
The sky was a light golden color, as if shrouded in Buddha's light. Lotus-shaped auspicious clouds were vaguely visible between the clouds, floating slowly and casting a soft glow.
The air is filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, as if it is wafting from a distant Buddhist temple, making people feel peaceful.
In the distance, a vast lotus pond comes into view. Countless lotus flowers are blooming in the pond. The petals are as white as snow, the center of the flower is glowing with a faint golden light, and the lotus leaves are as green as emerald, swaying gently in the wind, as if chanting scriptures in a low voice.
In the center of the lotus pond, a golden pagoda stands tall, with a dazzling gem inlaid on the top of the pagoda, emitting a soft light that illuminates the entire space.
Several stone statues of Bodhisattvas stand quietly around the pagoda, with compassionate faces and lowered eyebrows gazing at all living beings.
At the feet of the Bodhisattva statue, several white cranes strolled leisurely, their feathers as white as snow and their postures graceful, as if they were spiritual creatures walked out of Buddhist scriptures.
A distant Buddhist sound came from the air, as if it came from the sky, and as if it was echoing in my ears.
The Buddhist chanting is low and solemn, carrying a magical power that can calm the mind, as if it can wash away all worries and distractions.
The eyes of several novice monks gradually became blurred, and they sat down cross-legged on the ground. Like the believers who were sitting upright, a peaceful and satisfied smile appeared on their faces, as if they were in the Pure Land of Bliss, without any worries in their hearts.
However, the monk did not look relaxed at all, but rather looked even more solemn, because the two intruders, one sitting upright playing the piano, the other holding a knife on guard, seemed to be completely unaffected.
The Qingling Jue in Xiao Changheng's palm was burning hot, but he still held the black jade sword firmly and stood in front of Yun Qingqing, the blade shining with a cold light.
Yun Qingqing's face remained calm as her fingertips gently plucked the strings. The sound of the piano flowed like a stream, neither fast nor slow, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
As the sound of the piano gradually became faster, the ethereal Buddhist music seemed to be affected, becoming intermittent and no longer steady. The eyes of those believers who were immersed in peace began to fluctuate again.
The monk struck the wooden fish with greater force and tried to concentrate on reciting the scriptures. The sweat on his forehead kept pouring down and his expression gradually became grim.
He originally thought that the little girl was able to resist the Buddha's sound with the help of a magical weapon of unknown origin, so he sacrificed his blood to the magic hammer and forcibly pulled the two of them into the illusion.
The Buddhist sound in the illusion is a hundred times stronger than that in the outside world, and no Taoist practitioner has ever been seen to escape from it.
But this little girl not only seemed to be unaffected, she was actually able to fight back!
At this moment, a cold light flashed in Yun Qingqing's eyes, and the sound of the piano suddenly became high-pitched. Then, a bolt of lightning struck the sky, and a crack appeared in the sky directly above!
The monk's face changed drastically. He immediately closed his eyes and concentrated. He gritted his teeth and hit the wooden fish hard again, chanting the mantra more and more rapidly.
The Sanskrit sounds in the illusion suddenly intensified, as if to completely devour people's minds. The lotus flowers in the lotus pond swayed without wind, and the petals fluttered in the air, turning into countless sharp blades with black air, sweeping towards Yun Qingqing and Xiao Changheng, and the crack in the sky began to slowly close.
Xiao Changheng's eyes were cold and fierce. He swung his sword and the sword energy was like a rainbow, knocking all the black blades away.
However, the black blades did not dissipate. Instead, they turned into more tiny light particles and continued to approach the two.
At this moment, another high-pitched piano sound pierced the sky, and lightning struck again. The cracks that had just begun to heal suddenly expanded into a spider web shape, spreading in all directions.
The murderous hurricane of sharp blades silently disintegrated in front of Xiao Changheng, and the illusion shattered.
"How... is it possible... who... are you..."
The monk suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, stared in disbelief, and forced himself to utter a few words, then fell to the ground and could not get up.
Yun Qingqing ignored him and continued to play the piano. The sound of the piano became soft and clear. Everyone in the yard seemed to be soothed by the lingering piano music. Their eyes gradually focused and they came back to their senses as if waking up from a dream.
Yun Qingqing didn't press the strings until everyone had regained consciousness. The music stopped abruptly and she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
This illusion was not simple. As soon as she arrived here, she found that the consciousness of the believers in the yard had been pulled into it.
If the monk is attacked forcefully and cannot maintain the illusion, the illusion will indeed be broken, but the consciousness of these people will be damaged and their souls will be harmed.
So when she used Liufang to fight against Foyin, she deliberately held back, luring the fake monk into pulling her into an illusion, so that she could protect the victim's consciousness and destroy the illusion from the inside.
The believers in the hall who had just come to their senses looked around blankly, with some confusion still on their faces.
Yun Qingqing put away Liufang and stood up. Just as she raised her hand, a hand holding a silk handkerchief suddenly came in first and gently wiped the sweat from her forehead.
When she raised her eyes, she saw Xiao Changheng's brows slightly frowned, and a trace of heartache flashed in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
"No big deal," Yun Qingqing smiled, "I don't even care about this."
Xiao Changheng pursed his lips and was about to speak again when someone suddenly came up and spoke:
"Eh? You two young men look unfamiliar. How come I haven't seen you here before?"
The speaker was a middle-aged lady. As soon as she finished speaking, someone next to her screamed:
"Ah! What happened to Master Huijue?"
As soon as this was said, there was a sudden commotion. A group of believers who did not know the truth gathered around to check on the so-called "monk", and the yard immediately became noisy.
The woman who was talking to the two men no longer cared about her and turned around to join the crowd who were worried about Master Huijue.
"Oh my, what's going on? Why is Master Huijue vomiting blood? Quick, quick, go find a doctor!"
"What a pity it was just now. I was so close to being blessed by the Buddha, but how come I was suddenly driven out of the Pure Land of Bliss..."
"Young masters, do you know what is going on? How did Master Huijue become like this?"
"Could it be that he was exhausted from leading so many of us at once? That would be too bad..."
A few young monks were originally timid and wanted to sneak away, but when they saw that everyone was actually concerned about Monk Huijue, they calmed down. After exchanging a few glances, an older square-faced monk stood up.
He suddenly pointed at Yun Qingqing and the other person, and said with a stern look:
"These two people suddenly broke in and injured Master!"
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