Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 288 Fahai: Have I gone mad from practicing qi cultivation? (Seeking monthly votes)
"Obstinate!"

"Trying to hurt people even when you're about to die?"

Seeing that Ding An was about to die, Fahai was furious that Zhang Kuang still tried to launch a surprise attack on him. Even though he had just seen Zhang Kuang return from the Netherworld and knew that Zhang Kuang was quite powerful.

What angered him was that Ding'an's vicious nature remained unchanged, and that he still wanted to hurt people before his death, regardless of who he wanted to hurt.

So Fahai made his move again!
He flung his whisk a thousand miles, stirring up a towering mountain, and roared from his dantian, "Move Mountain!"

With a shout, he actually pulled the distant mountains over and slammed them down on Ding An, smashing him into the ground.

Ding'an was already on his deathbed. Even though he had a brief moment of lucidity due to anger, he couldn't withstand Fahai's brutal beating and naturally died.

Zhang Kuang suddenly sensed a powerful spirit being reborn in his Netherworld. He took out the Stone Heart and saw that, in addition to the spirit of Ding'an, there were many other spirits that were too weak to disturb him and were being born in the Netherworld.

No, it should be called a return!

In this world of Dharma persecution, the five turbidities attack the mind, and people die all the time. Without exception, these dead souls enter the Stone Heart Netherworld in Zhang Kuang's hands, awaiting reincarnation.

However, Zhang Kuang was no good person. Naturally, he wouldn't use the Six Paths Reincarnation Disc to give these souls a chance to reincarnate. Instead, he placed this Stone Heart Netherworld into the Mountain and River Map, connecting it to the Tang Dynasty world and providing it with a continuous stream of souls to fight each other.

"I wonder what kind of magical artifact we can forge once this Stone Heart Netherworld is perfected, like a Soul Refining Banner?"

Zhang Kuang squinted and smiled.

At the same time, his gaze shifted to Fahai, who was about to leave but stood still after he took out the Stone Heart Netherworld.

"Aren't you leaving?" Zhang Kuang sensed the murderous aura in Fahai's heart. As expected of the person chosen by this world to undergo reincarnation and tribulation, the other party's firmness of mind could not be swayed by a mere Ding'an. He had not yet become too corrupted or degenerate.

Therefore, Zhang Kuang was not in a hurry to kill him, but if Fahai was courting death, then he shouldn't blame Zhang Kuang for nipping the seedling in the bud.

Fahai shook his head. He had stopped because he sensed Ding'an's aura on Zhang Kuang, but now, upon closer inspection, he could not detect any trace of Zhang Kuang.

Even though he used his divine sense to sense that the place where Zhang Kuang was was empty;
But when he opened his eyes, the arrogant figure was clearly right in front of him.

This state of being neither fully present nor fully absent, neither truly present nor truly absent, was beyond his comprehension, therefore he did not wish to provoke Zhang Kuang.

Fortunately, the head constable who had been relentlessly pursuing him and the imperial guards arrived at this time. Fahai took the opportunity to say, "This humble monk is waiting for them so that I can clear my name."

"Injustice? You've come all this way, and we've chased you the whole way. For miles, not a rooster crowed, and white bones lay exposed in the wilderness. And you still have the nerve to talk about injustice here?"

The pursuer was cold and imposing, holding a broadsword with an imposing air. Five goose-feather sabers on his back gleamed coldly under the blazing sun, and two willow-leaf sabers hung at his waist. A long whip resembled a belt, making him look like a walking armory.

"Amitabha," Fahai chanted a Buddhist prayer, suppressing his anger to calm his emotions. Pointing to the mountain peak beside him, he said, "I have said many times that someone impersonated me to kill and harm people. Now the evil scoundrel has been subdued and suppressed by me at the foot of the mountain..."

"Ridiculous! Do you, monk, possess the power to move mountains and fill seas?"

Zuo Qianhu remained silent, but the court expert beside him showed disdain and made sarcastic remarks.

Zhang Kuang took a handful of melon seeds from somewhere, came over to Zuo Qianhu's side and started cracking them open, saying, "Your court really has no one left; even a blind man has to come out and do the work."

Yes, this expert was indeed blind. He didn't see the mountain flying towards him. However, he was good at using sound to locate the source of the sound. He heard the sound of the sky collapsing and the earth sinking, but he took it as the earth dragon turning over. He was even wondering why this earthquake ended so quickly.

Understanding the meaning behind Zhang Kuang's words, the blind man's expression changed, and he asked Commander Zuo, "Can this monk really move mountains?" "I did see a mountain fly over earlier..." Commander Zuo's voice was a little hoarse.

"But if he has such strength, why would he let us pursue him?" the blind man muttered to himself. "Unless he isn't the murderer!"

Upon seeing these people and realizing this, Fahai felt much better. "What you all say is true. Let me move the mountain so you can all see it."

Fahai once again used his magic power, flicking out his whisk to move the mountains back to their original positions. However, when he caught a glimpse of the deep pit filled only with broken rocks, his expression turned to utter astonishment.

There was no body from Ding'an in the pit!
Zuo Qianhu brandished his broadsword, and everyone became wary.

The blind man said, "I never imagined that the sorcerer truly possessed the ability to move mountains. But where are the remains in this pit?"

The blind man was still clear-headed. If, as Fahai said, there really was a real culprit's corpse, then his colleagues would never have reacted this way.

Fahai's face turned a deep shade of liver. "Perhaps it's been crushed into mincemeat. Let me look for it!"

As he spoke, he leaped down into the ravine, waving his whisk around, sending countless rocks, plants, wild animals, and corpses flying as he frantically searched for Ding'an's body.

Zhang Kuang sat munching on sunflower seeds, keeping his achievements and fame hidden.

Although Ding'an was created by him, it was still a near-immortal corpse. Even a mosquito's leg is still meat, so of course it couldn't be discarded.

So he deliberately brought out the Stone Heart Netherworld to attract Fahai's attention, while at the same time using the furnace fire to sweep away Ding'an.

It would be a miracle if Fahai could be found!

Sure enough, a short while later, Fahai emerged from the pit, looking utterly dejected. His brows were furrowed, and he muttered incomprehensible things like, "Impossible," and "Could he have escaped?"

The atmosphere around them froze.

Zuo Qianhu and his men were even more determined to die—facing a demonic monk who could move mountains, they feared that even if they fought with all their might, they would still be unable to defeat him!

But Fahai didn't intend to cause them any trouble. Instead, he looked at Zhang Kuang with a questioning gaze, and at this moment he began to doubt the Ding'an aura that had flashed by on Zhang Kuang earlier.

"Amitabha Buddha, may I ask if you, senior, have seen the remains of that demon?"

Zhang Kuang spat out the sunflower seed shells in his mouth with two loud "pui pui" sounds, and asked Fahai in return, "What demon?"

Fahai was immediately taken aback.

Zhang Kuang continued, "When I arrived, I only saw you here, roaring and yelling, summoning a dragon, moving a mountain, and having a great time fighting with yourself. I thought you were practicing some strange and wonderful technique, but it turns out you were exorcising demons."

"But where is this demon?"

Fahai was stunned, especially when Zhang Kuang spoke with such conviction that he became even more bewildered and began to doubt himself: "Could it be that there really is no demon? Or that I have gone mad from my cultivation?"

“It’s not impossible,” Zhang Kuang said with a smile. “Maybe it’s because your Buddhist heart is not firm enough that you’ve gone astray and developed a demonic nature.”

(End of this chapter)