Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 630 The Long Night Fades Away (Part )

It was late at night and the village had already fallen asleep.

The young aboriginal boy who had just broken into the sequence was so excited that he couldn't sleep the whole night. He could only practice the boxing that his master taught him during the day in the open space to vent his excess energy.

Before he finished a set of boxing moves, Ji Qing was surprised to find a stranger entering the village alone.

"Mom, where are you from?"

The woman stood stiffly several feet away, her face red and cracked by the cold wind. Her thin robe was covered with patches and hung on her thin frame, looking empty.

"Gawazi, I am from Naqu City. Someone in the city did something wrong and angered the Naqu Buddha, so I kowtowed all the way to the southwest, hoping to ask for Buddha's forgiveness. I am too tired and want to find a place to rest. If you mind, I will leave now."

The woman forced a smile through her chapped lips. That short sentence seemed to have drained away the last bit of her strength. Her figure swayed and she looked like she was about to stumble and fall.

"Be careful."

Jiqing hurriedly stepped forward, held the other person's hand, and slowly sat down on the steps in front of the temple.

"Mom, stop bowing your head. There is no Buddha in this world."

"Baby, what nonsense are you talking about?"

The woman's tone was extremely frightened. She clasped her hands together and pressed them tightly against her forehead, muttering something. Her body, which had just sat up, was about to fall to the ground again.

"Buddha, the boy is still young, please forgive his sins."

Jiqing held the other person tightly, his innocent eyes full of helplessness.

Just like when facing those old people in the village, he had no idea how to explain the existence and non-existence of Buddha.

But even if there really are Buddhas in this world, at least they are not those people wearing red robes.

"Mom, I said something wrong, don't worry."

Jiqing helped the other person to sit down, put his right hand into his arms and searched for a long time, then embarrassedly took out a piece of tsampa that had long been cold and hard and handed it to the other person.

"Mom, just eat a little first. Once you've rested, I'll take you home to have some hot food to warm you up."

Jiqing smiled and said, "The butter tea my sister makes is delicious. You must try it."

"Thank you."

The woman thanked him repeatedly, holding the ball of tsampa in her clasped hands, and stared at the boy in front of her who had absolutely no savvy.

"Kid, aren't you afraid that I'm a runaway Buddhist slave and that your village will be punished as well?"

"Mom, we are the indigenous people, not anyone's slaves."

Ji Qing said seriously: "Our teacher once said that there are two shoulders to support one head. Who..."

Ji Qing bit down the words that were about to come out of his mouth and said, "Sir, what you mean is that nobility is determined by one's heart, not by fate. We, the indigenous people, have suffered a lot, and we must help each other in the days to come. Even if you escaped, we are not afraid."

"gentlemen?"

The woman asked in confusion, "Is this how everyone in your village calls the guru who teaches the scriptures?"

"Sir, you are not a monk. You are wearing a long gown, not a red robe."

Jiqing sat down on the steps with a look of anticipation on his face.

"Sir, you are a scholar from Northern Zhili, which is a rich and prosperous place. When I have mastered my boxing skills, I will go there to take a look!"

"My child, do you know what prosperity is?"

The woman looked down at the tsampa in her hand, and her slow tone revealed an inexplicable meaning.

"do not know."

Ji Qing scratched his head and chuckled, "The master hadn't finished talking to us yet, and he had to leave the village temporarily for something. But I think there must be countless pastures and cattle and sheep there, as well as endless barley."

"Kid, you are wrong. There are no pastures or cattle or sheep there. There are only houses as high as the mountains and roads as wide as the rivers."

The woman whispered, "If you go there, the people there will think you are dirty and poor, and will do everything they can to drive you out."

"Is that so?"

Ji Qing said "Oh" indifferently, put his hands into his dirty robe, and smiled: "But it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?"

The woman raised her voice and said, "What will you do if they beat you and scold you?"

"Of course I will fight back and curse back."

Jiqing's right hand suddenly jumped out from his robe and clenched into a fist.

"Why do we have to fight with them? Isn't it better to stay here?"

The woman advised: "Here you have pastures to feed your cattle and sheep, and your family will make sweet tea for you. When you grow up, you will meet the girl you like in a place full of gesang flowers. The prosperity there is not what you yearn for."

"Mom, because someone will come and snatch it away."

Ji Qing stared at his fist and said, "Only if I go out can my sisters live better at home."

"Who's going to come and rob you?"

Ji Qing laughed awkwardly and said, "I'm afraid if I tell you, you'll be unhappy again, so I'd better not tell you."

"I understand what you mean. But these things will never happen again. Those false Buddhas have received the punishment they deserve. They will not come again."

The woman said: "We, the Fan people, should live on this plateau. This is our home."

Jiqing didn't say anything else, but just took his hands out of his sleeves again.

The woman turned her head to look at the temple behind her. The prayer flags on the eaves were tattered, the prayer wheels by the wall were covered with frost, there were long extinguished incense sticks in the stove, and the colorful paintings on the wall had been scraped to pieces.

"Wait, where is the Buddha in this scripture hall?"

"This is no longer a sutra hall for worship, but a private school where the teacher gave us lessons."

The woman sighed and said, "You shouldn't do this. Buddha will be angry."

"Mom, aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat?"

The young man's sudden question made the woman look at him in surprise, and her puzzled gaze met a pair of clear and bright eyes.

"I"

boom!
A rough fist hit the woman's face hard, silencing her subsequent words.

"Jiqing, what do you want to do?"

A bone-chilling gaze was directed at the tiger-like boy.

"You actually know my name. You are indeed one of those beasts in disguise. You want to deceive us again? Do you really think I am stupid?"

The Buddha's thoughts suddenly surged, and the young man was directly blown away.

"What a shameless bastard!"

The resentful voice was close to Ji Qing's ears. Under Ji Qing's horrified gaze, a flesh tentacle with bone tip grew out of the woman's back. It stabbed towards his head as fast as lightning.

Pfft!

A slender white hand passed through his sight and cut the tentacle in half.

Ji Qing, who had managed to save his life, collapsed on the ground, sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

"A kid who just entered the Sequence dares to fight her? Where does he get such courage?"

A smiling voice sounded behind him. Ji Qing turned around and saw an indescribably beautiful face.

For no reason, Jiqing felt the genuine kindness from her, like a spring breeze, and a sense of closeness arose spontaneously.

"What is there to be afraid of? The worst that can happen is death. Zhenbao Village is no longer the Zhenbao Village of the past, and we are no longer the Buddhist slaves of the past. If anyone wants to bully us again, it will be impossible!"

The young face spoke bold words, causing the woman to chuckle. "You, the lone warriors, are all cut from the same cloth."

Ji Qing didn't know why the other party was laughing, but he couldn't care less about that at the moment. With a lingering fear in his eyes, he swept over the tentacles that were still twitching on the ground, and stood up resolutely to stand in front of the woman.

"Sister, please step back and leave this to me!"

As Ji Qing finished speaking, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground with a thud.

Yuan Mingfei waved her hand lightly, and a gust of cold wind came, gently lifted the young man up and walked away.

“Lingapo, we meet again.”

The woman stared at Yuan Mingfei in front of her, whose temperament was completely different from before, with a gloomy and ugly expression.

"Buddha Sequence 2, Bodhisattvas of the Ten Directions?"

Concubine Yuan Ming said disdainfully: "This is a trap you dug yourself and a trap you set yourself. Don't you know whether I can be promoted or not?"

"Without being promoted, he was able to gather his body with his mind and accurately find my reincarnation in such a vast land. This is a method."

Lingjia Po showed a cold smile on his face: "It seems that the difference between these two and three is really a world of difference."

Yuan Mingfei ignored her words and questioned: "Lingjia Po, is it really so difficult for you to do good things? You even don't let a child go."

"child?"

Lingjiapo clenched his five fingers, and the tsampa in his palm was immediately crushed into powder and fell out from between his fingers.

"On this land, there can only be Buddhists and livestock. People with evil hearts like him are worse than livestock and are not worthy of continuing to exist in this Buddhist country."

"Buddhist country?"

Concubine Yuan Ming said disdainfully: "Does it mean everything you say?"

Lingapo said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I am the future Buddha of this place. The fate of this land is of course decided by me!"

"When we were on the sacred mountain, you spoke so righteously, saying that you wanted to redeem yourself for the sins you committed against the indigenous people. It turns out that it was just lies from the beginning to the end."

Yuan Mingfei asked: "What is the difference between you and those who surrounded and killed you?"

"You have no right to say this in front of me, Yuan Mingfei. Aren't you also a person with vested interests? Don't say that you haven't exploited these Buddha slaves. When you became a Buddha in this plateau, your hands were already stained with their blood!"

"Yuan Mingfei, what happened between you and me was just an exchange of interests. Did you come up the mountain to look for me for these lowly tribes? So don't flatter yourself and don't stand so high."

Linga Po sneered: "If you really have compassion in your heart, then you wouldn't risk your soul to death to come to me. The cause and effect of human heart that you have realized is no different from the cause and effect of human heart that I have realized. They are all for the sake of winning!"

“I don’t want to win.”

Yuan Mingfei said calmly: "I just want to kill you and give the Fan land a clean slate."

"Want to kill me? You can't do it."

Linga Po sneered and said, "The flesh and blood mill in your body should be out of control soon, right? Yuan Mingfei, you are a clay Buddha crossing the river, how much power do you have now? Fourth order, or third order? What can you use to fight to the death with me?"

"When the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog is cooked. Linga Po, do you really think that the country will give you my body and help you ascend to the second level of the Buddha Order?"

"I shouldn't be the one to answer your question."

Lingapo smiled slightly, and suddenly scarlet flesh and blood broke out from the ground under her feet, like small snakes crawling under her robe.

Her figure expanded rapidly, filling up her wide robe. A large amount of flesh and blood accumulated behind her neck, outlining the outline of a human head.

Amidst a creepy crawling sound, the human head growing from Lingpa's neck gradually became clear, taking on an old face.

It turned out to be the leader of the country who was supposed to die on the Sangyan Sacred Mountain, 'Tianshi' Yin Ji!
"Of course I'll keep my promise."

Yin Ji looked at Yuan Mingfei with a smile in his eyes and sighed, "On the contrary, you really surprised me. Since you saw through our plan, why did you come here alone without telling Li Jun? Did you not want him to continue to take risks, or did you not want him to see you perish with his own eyes?"

"I am also a Fan people. The things in Fan land started because of me, so naturally I should end it with my own hands."

Gorgeous Gesang flowers bloomed one after another at Yuan Mingfei's feet, spreading towards the surging fields of flesh and blood.

The waves of flesh rose and fell, and the splashing blood stained the petals, corroding and withering them in the blink of an eye.

In front of the ruined temple, the demon and the Buddha are confronting each other.

On one side is a paradise full of flowers, and on the other side is a hell full of blood.

"Yuan Mingfei, why are you so persistent? You haven't been promoted to the second level of the Buddha Order yet, and you have kept most of your energy in your body to suppress my Jichang. You should know that you have no ability to end this matter now."

Yin Ji smiled and said, “If you ask me, you might as well return to the Sangyan Divine Mountain, cherish this brief time, and bid your final farewell to your companions. Otherwise, when your wisdom matures completely, you will completely disappear from this world.”

Yin Ji paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile: "But you don't have to worry too much. They won't find out that you are dead. Linga Po will live on in your body and rule this great Buddhist country that is about to be born."

"Yin Ji, that was originally my body." Lingjia Po said in a dissatisfied tone.

"I was wrong"

"Now that I've confirmed that you two are living in the same body, I feel relieved."

The calm voice interrupted their sarcasm.

It seemed that Yuan Mingfei's previous words were just to wait for Yin Ji to show up so that she could catch him and Lingjiapo in one fell swoop.

Gesang flowers continued to grow stubbornly in the fields of flesh and blood, gradually gaining the upper hand in the competition.

Seeing this scene, the expression on Yin Ji's face suddenly became gloomy, and he glanced coldly at Lingpa who was nearby.

"Yuan Mingfei, it seems that you are planning to completely abandon that flawless body and burn your soul to perish with us?"

Lingpa, who was also a Buddhist, saw through Yuan Mingfei's intention at a glance.

"How long can you endure this pain?"

"It is enough to save you."

Yuan Mingfei's face was so pale that it was almost transparent. The wildly growing sea of ​​flowers devoured the fields of flesh and blood, and drowned the ugly twisted and symbiotic figure.

Lingjia Po looked at the flowers that had spread to his feet with disgust, and said in a cold voice: "Yin Ji, do you understand? This is not a great method, just let her wake up."

As soon as she finished speaking, a pain more intense than the burning soul instantly surged into Yuan Mingfei's mind.

Her figure was shaking constantly, and shadows of flesh and blood tentacles were twisting and swaying behind her, piercing through her limbs, as if they could tear her to pieces at any time.

The Gesang flower sea that had originally had the upper hand was defeated in an instant, and became the nutrient for the expansion of the fields of flesh and blood, which rose up in waves and poured down.

"You are not yet a Buddha of Order II. A consciousness separated from the body is nothing but a tree without roots."

Lingjia Po closed his eyes slightly and looked at Yuan Ming Fei with contempt: "Also, do you think I really didn't expect you to come? Ridiculous."

"You're laughing like a hammer, you bitch."

Suddenly, from the gradually brightening sky, there was a sharp sound of breaking air, followed by a thunderous curse with a strong Sichuan accent.

A black and red lightning tore through the night sky, blasting down from great height, piercing through the waves of flesh and blood. The extremely violent wind pressure knocked down the prayer wheels on the wall and tore into pieces the prayer flags on the eaves.

Amidst the flying smoke and dust, Li Jun walked out slowly with a sinister smile on his face.

"I was fucking wondering why I didn't get any points, turns out you're not dead, you old bastard."

"How could you."

Yuan Mingfei's expression changed, seeming happy and sad, so complicated that it was hard to describe.

"Aunt, you are a woman, I understand you. But don't ask anything now."

Palm-sized Li Hua stood on Li Jun's shoulder, with her hands on her hips, and spoke in a childish, yet mature tone.

"Old Li, beat these two idiots to death!"

Thunder suddenly appeared, tearing apart this weak millet field.

Bumped into those two pairs of horrified eyes!
boom!
(End of this chapter)