Yunxiang was thinking in confusion, but Luo Jianqing was stunned.
The Buddhist disciple gave Luo Jianqing a meaningful look and explained, "The monk then replied, 'All things in the world are originally one. Without one, how can there be ten thousand? Without ten thousand, how can there be one?' Dharma arises from the mind and ceases with the mind. This is the law of dependent origination. Since everything is originally one, how can we talk about where it all ends?"
Luo Jianqing closed his eyes, lost in that mysterious state. Mo Qiu, not far away, also glanced at the Buddhist disciple, his eyes less hostile. Only Yun Xiang still frowned and asked, "What exactly do you mean? I don't understand."
Mo Qiu's mouth twitched, and he was about to start scolding, but who would have thought...
boom!
A terrifying pressure rose from the ground and soared into the sky. This force was so terrifying that it seemed to solidify the air, pressing the four people on the Buddhist beads so hard that they could not move. Luo Jianqing quickly looked at Mo Qiu, and Mo Qiu looked back at him.
The two looked at each other and immediately understood what the other meant.
At this moment, Luo Jianqing's first thought was Mo Qiu. Putting aside the fact that Mo Qiu's cultivation was indeed the highest among the four, Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu had experienced life and death numerous times. In his heart, the people he trusted most were Xuan Lingzi first, himself second, and Mo Qiu third.
Under this overwhelming pressure, like the sea, Luo Jianqing and Mo Qiu struggled to walk towards each other. Seeing this, the Buddhist disciple's brows tightened. At this moment, he ignored the strict rules between men and women and grabbed Yunxiang's hand to prevent her from getting into trouble.
However, the pressure did not give them a chance to defend themselves.
It only took a breath, boom!
This time, the pressure was accompanied by terrifying spiritual power, and it came towards everyone like a strong wind.
Luo Jianqing was quick-witted and quick-handed. He grabbed Mo Qiu with one hand and Yun Xiang, who was closest to him, with the other hand. However, the Buddhist disciple who was farthest from him suddenly fell down and dropped the jade bead.
Luo Jianqing exclaimed in surprise: "Buddha's son!"
Before he could do anything, Yunxiang suddenly jumped off the jade beads and grabbed the Buddhist disciple's hand. Luo Jianqing's eyes narrowed, and he immediately jumped off and grabbed Yunxiang's hand again. Mo Qiu grabbed Luo Jianqing's hand, and the four of them fell under the Buddhist beads together.
Mo Qiu shouted sharply and took out a delicate dagger from his ring. The dagger was decorated with a variety of intricate and gorgeous colorful beads. It looked very beautiful, but its lethality was also astonishing.
Mo Qiu just thrust the dagger lightly, and it pierced through the Buddhist jade bead magic weapon, and stuck deep into it.
The four of them slid down for a distance, and finally Mo Qiu stopped their falling by inserting a dagger into the jade bead with one hand. Following them were Luo Jianqing, Yunxiang and Fozi.
Under this ferocious and violent pressure, even Mo Qiu, who was in the late Nascent Soul stage, was unable to mobilize his spiritual energy. Even his physical strength was restricted to the limit. In the past, Mo Qiu could have pulled a hundred or a thousand people, not to mention three. But now, the veins on his hand holding the dagger were visibly bulging, and it was trembling constantly, clearly trying to hold on.
Seeing this, Luo Jianqing asked anxiously: "Mo Qiu, you can't mobilize your spiritual power either?"
Mo Qiu gritted his teeth and said, "There's definitely a pressure from at least a late-stage Fusion cultivator down there. Which blind demon cultivator dared to cause trouble in Cenzhou, the territory of Guiyuan Sect!"
At this time, even speaking is a waste of energy.
The four of them remained silent. Mo Qiu struggled to hold the dagger tightly, but he didn't have any extra hands to climb up. Looking in other directions, Luo Jianqing and Yun Xiang were both in the same situation. Both of their hands were occupied, leaving them with no space to move forward.
In this way, the four of them held on for two quarters of an hour, but the brutal pressure still did not dissipate.
Blood had gradually seeped out of Mo Qiu's arms, and red blood beads oozed out from every pore of his body, making him look extremely miserable. This kind of pressure not only suppressed their cultivation, but also attacked them indiscriminately.
At this moment, the ones who suffered the most were Mo Qiu and Yun Xiang. The former had to drag four people, and the latter had the lowest cultivation level.
But the ones who suffer the most spiritually are the Buddhists.
One of his hands was held by Yunxiang, but he could only helplessly look at the four people above.
Mo Qiu's arms were covered in blood, and blood was seeping from the corners of Yun Xiang's mouth. But now, no one dared to let go, because they all knew that there was a powerful person below who had suddenly gone mad. If they went down now, who knew what the outcome would be. Even if they went down, they had to seize the initiative before going down, and absolutely could not fall down like that.
Whether or not he would fall to his death under this terrifying pressure was one thing, but the possibility of being discovered by that powerful being was also extremely high.
Seeing that the situation remained at a stalemate, the magic jade bead was about to fall.
The Buddhist disciple looked at the three people pulling at him, his clear eyes filled with compassion. He sighed softly and said with a smile, "Amitabha, if this continues, I'm afraid Fellow Daoist Yun won't be able to hold on. The Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will? Why not let me go down first and scout the way for you fellow Daoists?"
Luo Jianqing was stunned when he heard this. He quickly looked down and saw the Buddhist disciple let go of his hand.
Luo Jianqing opened his eyes wide, but before he could react, he saw a pair of soft hands suddenly grab the Buddhist child.
The Buddhist disciple froze for a moment, looking up. Yunxiang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, all of which sprayed onto the Buddhist disciple's clear, fair face. Yunxiang's body trembled continuously. She clung to the Buddhist disciple tightly and said hoarsely, "I haven't killed you to vent my anger yet. How can you, a monk... die!"
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