Chapter 1509 - 558: Blood-footed Child
After listening to Zhou Xuan’s "wildly imaginative" theory, Ning Yu’s first feeling was that this young Mr. was a little too devious in his thinking, a little too unrestrained and fanciful.
Just relying on those murals in the Heavenly Spirit Tower, he could have so many flashes of inspiration—Ning Yu felt this should count as a kind of terrifying intuition, something that came from a certain instinct in Zhou Xuan.
But at the same time, he also felt Zhou Xuan was talking too much crap. What he’d just said, although it had already brushed up against the truth of the Snowfield, was all speculation—there wasn’t a shred of concrete evidence.
Without any ironclad proof, Zhou Xuan dared to launch a blitz against him, Ning Yu, against "Wu Cang"; this was a bit too insane.
Right now, Ning Yu still wanted to settle things peacefully. He tried his best to lower his stance, and said to Zhou Xuan,
"Mr., what you just said is pure nonsense. The Snowfield isn’t what you think it is, and I’m not some Buddha Country person either."
"True, everything I just said was purely my own guesswork." Zhou Xuan nodded, replying to Ning Yu.
Seeing there was hope, Ning Yu immediately said, "Exactly, exactly, just guesses, that’s all. How can guesses be taken as truth?"
"But what if I guessed right?" Zhou Xuan tilted his head back and looked at the sky.
Ning Yu: "..."
Ning Yu said bitterly, "Mr., if you guessed wrong, wouldn’t you end up killing a good man like me by mistake?"
"Mm..." Zhou Xuan drew out his tone, then smiled slyly and said, "If I kill the wrong person, then I kill the wrong person, that’s all!"
"..." Ning Yu had never expected Zhou Xuan to answer like that.
If I kill the wrong person, then I kill the wrong person—the way he said it so casually, anyone who didn’t know better would think he was just putting down some stray dog with no owner.
Zhou Xuan spread his hands, gesturing as he spoke: "Here’s how I see it: in the long, long river of history, for the peace and prosperity of the common folk, you always end up killing a few good people by mistake. Necessary sacrifices.
If I kill you and then find out you really were a good person, then on this day every year I’ll light a stick of incense for you, as a sign of mourning."
"I’ll already be dead. What the hell do I need your mourning for."
Ning Yu really couldn’t keep acting anymore.
He’d seen enough: this big-name Mr. was someone who oil and salt just wouldn’t go into. To expect him to voluntarily "lay down his arms" was less realistic than expecting himself,
relying on his own brute strength, to smash his way out of here, then seize the chance while heavy snow sealed the mountain, sprint all the way back to the Reincarnation Temple.
As long as he made it back to the Reincarnation Temple, he still had a way to live—Boba Golden Buddha was still sitting in the temple.
"Zhou Xuan, you and I have no personal grudge. You keep pressing me like this, then I can only fight to the death."
As Ning Yu shouted, the Green Robed Buddha’s two strands of Prajna had already descended.
Of these two Prajna, one was shaped like a crescent moon, the other full and round like a red sun.
The crescent Prajna scattered a sky full of silver radiance, casting down a bleak chill,
those silver rays ceaselessly soaking into Ning Yu’s Divine Soul,
while the red sun Prajna was extremely fierce and overbearing, crashing toward Ning Yu’s body.
Ning Yu lifted his head high, like a howling wild stallion, but his feet were planted squarely and solidly,
"Huh..."
The stallion’s roar resisted the corrosion of the crescent Prajna, while Ning Yu’s body was hard-taking the Green Robed Buddha’s Prajna.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The red sun Prajna rammed into him three times in a row, actually striking a sound like metal and stone from Ning Yu’s body,
yet Ning Yu stood there like bedrock, utterly unmoving.
The Green Robed Buddha could see there was something to this. He said to Zhou Xuan, "Master, this technique Ning Yu is using should be the Reincarnation Temple’s—Horse Head Ming King aspect,
but the Horse Head Ming King is utmost soft and utmost yin, able to dissolve the masculine techniques of the world. How can it be this fierce and forceful?"
Zhou Xuan didn’t answer, instead sneering at Ning Yu: "You’ve got all these Divine Skills, but when you fight there’s not even a trace of incense leaking out, and you still dare say you’re not from the Buddha Country?"
Having dealt with the Buddha Country many times, Zhou Xuan had long since understood a pattern:
The hall disciples of Jing Country cultivate incense,
while those Buddha Arhats from the Buddha Country cultivate Golden Bodies instead.
Since they cultivate Golden Bodies, naturally when they fight there’s no incense leaking out.
"I control incense like a god. Of course you can’t perceive it."
Ning Yu was still being stubborn with his mouth.
"No matter how godlike your incense control is, how does it compare to the Dream Realm Heavenly God?"
Zhou Xuan wasn’t some country bumpkin. When he fought the Dream Realm Heavenly God, he had also sensed the fluctuations of incense,
and even that Heavenly God Level couldn’t perfectly suppress the fluctuations of incense—yet a Zen Master from the Revolving Wheel Temple could?
"Old Buddha, just cut this bastard down. There’s no way he’s not from the Buddha Country."
"No problem."
The Green Robed Buddha immediately abandoned control of the "Silver Moon Wisdom"; this was precisely the Prajna Divine Power Zhou Xuan had taught him just yesterday,
abandoning control of one Prajna so that it would automatically drift toward the other, the twin Prajna merging to form the "Great Wisdom Realm."
Once he relaxed like this, that silver moon Prajna stopped corroding Ning Yu, and instead became like ice in the blazing sun, slowly melting,
the Moon Wheel dissolving, turning into thousands of silver threads that surged toward the blazing sun. In an instant, the red sun’s light flared wildly, and Ning Yu felt as if he was standing in a scorching, fiery desert,
flames rising all around, trying to roast and melt all his flesh and body.
And this was with the "Moon Transformation" still not fully perfected. If that Moon Wheel melted further, Ning Yu would find escape impossible even with wings.
"The might of the Sky Dome Buddha is truly terrifying. It’s just that this method of fusing twin Prajna doesn’t look like a technique from Jing Country."
"It’s more like... more like... the Prajna Heaven King’s Guardian Finger—Great Wisdom Finger."
As Ning Yu pondered in secret, he also began to consider tearing away all his disguises.