Chapter 56 Chapter 56 Okay, be good, don’t cry
As we were talking, it got darker.
The demonic energy and spiritual energy mixed together, and the magnetic field was chaotic, which was very unfavorable for the cultivators. Coupled with the debuff of the Sorrow Stone, the sharp cry of the baby alone was enough to make them uneasy.
It was rare for the Sword Controlling Sect to feel threatened like this. You Congjie raised his voice, "Why waste time talking to him? Every minute of delay will benefit the demon clan."
"Wait a moment!"
The sound came from Jiang Caiyu's mouth, though it didn't sound like his. It was a dry, squeezed sound from his throat. He looked up at Ye Nanque, who was in mid-air. "Nanque, come back with me now. I can still protect you."
Ye Nanque laughed heartily, a laughter that made him seem even more insane. "You protect me? Are you talking about the 'protection' that locked me up in the Demon Prison for twenty years without seeing the sun? Or the kind of 'protection' that punished me by having me whipped in the Discipline Hall? Master, why do I need your protection now? Am I not... more powerful than all of you?"
"Blindly pursuing power will only lead to losing your original intention. Do you still remember what your master taught you when you first entered the sect?"
"My true heart...my true heart," Ye Nanque revealed a fragile expression that disappeared in an instant, and murmured, "My true heart is not...I have always wanted to make you proud..."
He swallowed his words, seemingly cut off by the sharp sound of a stone. Ye Nanque gave a self-deprecating laugh, feigning indifference as he tilted his head. "Forget it, do you want to come all together, or one at a time?"
Of course, we go together.
At this point, let's not talk about fairness first and competition second. They are indeed decent, but they are not stupid.
As they were talking, the people from the Huaxian Sect also arrived. The two sects attacked together, and the people from the Huaxian Sect started to fight while cursing and fighting. They only got a little advantage with their words, and could not get close to Ye Nanque at all.
During the fight, a disciple suddenly shouted, "I... I have no spiritual power left. My blood..."
His blood oozed out of the wound and flew into the mourning stone, and in the blink of an eye he turned into a dried corpse.
Many other people discovered the same thing.
Ye Nanque smiled mysteriously and said nothing.
You Bihuai frowned and figured out the problem: "It's the Sorrow Stone. The Sorrow Stone can absorb spiritual springs from all over the world, but it can't distinguish them. The cultivator's body is full of spiritual energy and blood, so the Sorrow Stone mistakes it for spiritual springs. If they want to save their lives, they must either avoid external injuries or not use their spiritual energy."
The faces of the cultivators present were even more solemn. They couldn't get hurt, and after getting hurt, they couldn't use their spiritual power. How could they fight like this? It would be better to just declare Ye Nanque the winner.
This also made Ye Nanque feel the plot's cheat. Before Mu Jiulin came, he was invincible.
Just because the righteous people don't fight doesn't mean Fang Kui will let them go. Under Fang Kui's command, the demon army took advantage of the victory and killed everyone in chaos.
Amidst the swirling purple and black, a voice dispelled the clouds and revealed the sun: "Open."
The sky and earth, which had been darkened by the mourning stone, suddenly became much brighter, just as if a ray of light had opened up in the chaos, letting in light.
"One word, the true word! Master Ichikawa of Zen Buddhism has arrived! Great! We are saved!"
Master Yichuan stood like a crane on the devastated wasteland, and standing next to him was Mu Jiulin.
Master Yichuan's eyes were filled with compassion: "Donor Ye, you are too obsessed with appearances."
Ye Nanque just smiled and said nothing.
He increasingly felt that this pretentious silence could better highlight his aura as a villain.
Yichuan sighed: "Burning Body Technique, you used the Burning Body Technique of the Yujian Sect to refine Chosong's soul and combine it with his body."
Ye Nanque said lazily, "Master Yichuan, you are more talkative today than usual."
Yichuan smiled and said, "The Sword Controlling Sect's Burning Body Technique evolved from the Zen Sect's Burning Body Technique during the Seven Sects' teaching activities a hundred years ago. The so-called 'burning body' symbolizes the pain that we Zen disciples must endure to receive our scars. Burning our bodies as a sacrifice to the Buddha, we endure the unbearable and eliminate all evil thoughts within our bodies."
Ye Nanque: "Oh, really? That's an interesting thing."
It seems that Qizong has done a good job in academic exchange activities in recent years.
"There are things I didn't want to mention, but now that things have come to this, it seems I can no longer hide them. Donor Ye, you are not the only one in this world who has taken this wrong path." Yichuan held up the rosary beads. "A hundred years ago, I was jealous of Senior Brother Wuji's superior talent, martial arts, and understanding. I secretly used the Burning Body Technique to refine the demon. By the time Senior Brother discovered me, I had already gone astray. Fortunately, Senior Brother was kind and did not give up on me. He taught me to practice silent meditation to suppress the demon within me and helped me understand what it means to 'mature all sentient beings with every thought, and purify all Buddha lands with every thought.'"
So the person recorded in the Zen history book that Mu Jiulin mentioned before was actually Master Yichuan? How come he ate a melon before the deadline of the book-crossing mission?
"Donor Ye, you are just like me back then, blinded by appearances. You didn't see how much your fellow apprentice has done for you. If he hadn't found out about the Zen sect and begged me, I probably wouldn't be telling you this today."
Mu Jiulin, alas, is indeed a good boy.
It would be better if it wasn't bent.
I guess Master Yichuan didn't know about his special situation and really thought he was doing it out of friendship with his fellow disciples.
Ye Nanque felt reluctant, but it was no use. Moreover, if it was really for Mu Jiulin's good, he should not disrupt the world order in this book. Letting everything return to its original state might be the best thing for Mu Jiulin.
Yichuan appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him, "I know that you, Mr. Ye, are afraid of the long imprisonment in the Demon Prison. I am willing to lead you into the silent meditation method to repay my past karma. Perhaps this is the emptiness of cause and effect."
Ye Nanque shook his head lightly, smiling, and said jokingly, "Master, I don't want to become a monk yet. It's useless for you to waste your breath on me. Only defeating me will help."
His ingratitude really angered the crowd. The monks below shouted, "Ye Nanque doesn't know how to appreciate kindness. What are you talking to him about? Now that we have more people, let's attack together. I don't believe Ye Nanque can still be so arrogant."
"Isn't Mu Jiulin here? His Hengshui Sword was bred in Hengshui, and it's time to unsheathe it!"
Very good, little monk, you have hit the nail on the head. I reward you with a little red flower.
Ye Nanque looked at Mu Jiulin, and saw that face among hundreds of thousands of people through the heavy demonic energy. Counting carefully, Mu Jiulin was just over twenty years old, which was a good age. A twenty-year-old savior, a twenty-year-old god-level cultivator, a twenty-year-old hero... This was his fate and his destiny.
And he, he was Mu Jiulin's achievement. In the years that followed, whenever anyone mentioned Mu Jiulin, they would mention the Battle of Hengshui, and would... mention him.
Let him push Mu Jiulin again.
Ye Nanque almost drained all his strength. The stone completely blocked out the sun, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night. It was even darker.
The demon warriors became even more arrogant.
The people from the seven sects were on high alert, but no one dared to step forward rashly.
"Ye Nanque's power has reached such a level, I can't imagine how much he still has left."
Yichuan said, "Master Mu, are you still going to indulge me?"
Kuan Yi pulled out his machete and said, "Jiulin, Hengshui has chosen you. If you hesitate, I will take over."
"I'll do it." Mu Jiulin finally took a step forward.
Very good, come on, come on.
When passing by Jiang Caiyu, Mu Jiulin heard Jiang Caiyu whisper: "If you still recognize the teacher-student relationship we once had, bring him back safely."
Mu Jiulin paused: "Of course."
As the Hengshui Sword was unsheathed, the Hengshui, previously absorbed by the Grief Stone, was drawn to it and immediately turned and rushed forward, irrigating the Hengshui Sword with spiritual energy. The Grief Stone's cry was sharp, a different roar from before, a roar of threat. Foul water surged from within, overwhelming the heavens. You Bihui led the others to form a barrier to block the foul water, keeping it outside the hemispherical barrier.
Mu Jiulin flew out of the barrier alone, with Hengshui lingering around him to ensure that he was not disturbed by the evil water.
Fang Kui was about to attack him, but was stopped by Ye Nanque: "You are no match for him. He is coming for me. You, get out of the way."
He moved his hands and Fang Kui was swept a hundred meters away.
As the saying goes, one sword can break all laws. With Hengshui's blessing, Mu Jiulin split the stone into cracks with a few swords, and the huge stone let out a scream that was extremely shameful.
How do you scream? Can you have some dignity?
Ye Nanque tried his best to maintain it, so that it would not be affected by the gap. It almost became a battle between him and Mu Jiulin.
"Once Ye Nanque is killed, there will naturally be no one left to operate the stubborn stone!"
"That's right, kill Ye Nanque!"
A trace of pain flashed across Mu Jiulin's face, and he moved closer.
Ye Nanque smiled: "Junior Brother Mu, you are finally willing to fight me in person."
Mu Jiulin lowered his posture and almost begged: "Brother, please stop."
This line sounded familiar, but Ye Nanque had no time to think about which movie he had heard it in.
He ignored the question, "I've always wondered, if one day you and I were to meet in combat, who would win? In the past, during the Sword Controlling Sect competitions, I know you sometimes deliberately lost to me. Did you think that would make me happy?"
"No, I just feel humiliated." Ye Nanque gritted his teeth and put on a smiling face again: "Today, you can finally stop deliberately losing to me."
Mu Jiulin's pupils dilated slightly: "Brother, you know me, you know me..."
In order to prevent Mu Jiulin from saying something that would shock him again, Ye Nanque raised his sword and swung it at him. Mu Jiulin had to dodge, but he could only dodge.
Fortunately, Ye Nanque had already anticipated that Mu Jiulin might not be able to kill him.
He had already made preparations.
He deflected the sword and rushed forward to meet the enemy, and when the enemy was caught off guard, he attached a puppet talisman to Mu Jiulin's body.
Mu Jiulin was already surprised that Ye Nanque suddenly put away his sword and moved closer. Before he could figure out his intention, his body became uncontrollable.
Puppet Talisman: The higher the level, the stronger the control over the lower level ones. There is also a situation where the more defenseless the one is, the stronger the control in a short period of time.
Ye Nanque breathed a sigh of relief and tried to control Mu Jiulin to follow the plot before he could react.
Ye Nanque: [Brother Tong, Brother Tong! It hurts, it hurts! ]
System: [Don't worry about me!]
Ye Nanque smiled brilliantly and let the Hengshui sword pierce his body.
Wow, I feel relaxed. I feel relaxed all over.
Mu Jiulin saw Ye Nanque's face suddenly magnify in front of his eyes, and they were almost touching. A sense of fear swept through his body. He slowly lowered his head and saw the Hengshui bottle he was holding tightly in his hand. His hand was stained with red liquid that seeped out. It was Ye Nanque's blood.
Mu Jiulin slowly raised his eyes and looked at him: "Senior Brother?"
Ye Nanque couldn't bear to see Mu Jiulin's shocked and distraught look, so he said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Don't be upset, it's the Puppet Talisman. You know the Puppet Talisman, it was when the headmaster gave a lecture that year that Qin Qi and the others used the Puppet Talisman to trick you..."
Mu Jiulin: "...Why?"
Ye Nanque pretended to be relaxed: "Don't look like that, you did a good thing and upheld justice, you, you don't cry..."
Ye Nanque frantically wiped Mu Jiulin's tears with his hands. The tears were incredibly hot when they touched his skin, burning his flesh and spirit. Ye Nanque was really exhausted and dizzy, but he had to comfort Mu Jiulin and deliberately liven up the atmosphere: "What's wrong with this? Everyone likes to see it. Junior Brother Mu, you are going to be a great hero. Didn't you say before that you wanted to be the leader of the righteous path and a hero? This is great."
The joke didn't go well, he seemed to have said the wrong thing, because Mu Jiulin cried even harder.
Ye Nanque was so dizzy, and seeing Mu Jiulin's tears made him upset. He raised his head and lightly touched Mu Jiulin's lips, revealing a pale smile: "Okay, baby, don't cry."
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