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Chapter 800: Beat the one who made the candle in the snow cry, and get the thunder? (Happy Lantern Festival~)

The Donglin Buddha collapsed.

It collapsed in front of everyone in the Xunyang Grottoes.

The young man in Confucian robes had three tubes of spiritual ink, which had just run out.

The field was dead silent except for the sound of the river water hitting the rubble of the Buddha.

No matter who were the imperial court members on the high platform who were shouting and trying their best to stop the destruction of Buddha.

Or it was Xue Zhongzhu, Wu Daozi and others who used various means to launch a powerful surprise attack on the Donglin Buddha today.

All fell silent, and everyone watched helplessly as the giant Buddha in front of them collapsed and sank into the river.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the Buddha was dismembered and sank into the river.

There is something vaguely poetic about this scene.

It would have been much better if there hadn't been the accompanying roar of waves and the sound of water hitting Eagle Rock.

Unfortunately, in this era, images of great change must represent great destructive power, accompanied by huge noises.

The falling of the giant Buddha into the river caused the river surface to rise several feet for no reason.

The shock wave caused by the collapse pushed up a wave of dozens of feet high and hit the south and north banks of Shuangfeng Peak respectively.

The south bank is farther away, and the waves have slowed down a lot by the time they reach the shore.

But the main cave and the north bank where everyone was located were not so lucky.

The price of being the closest is that the river water rises sharply, and a wave rushes towards the open space of the main cave.

However, when everyone was subconsciously fleeing in panic, the young man in Confucian robes still stood with his hands behind his back, calm and composed.

Just as the eagerly awaited waves of the river were approaching the main cave, there seemed to be a tremendous pressure from above, pushing the huge waves back into the river.

The mighty force of the river was quelled by another mighty force!

There was no "wave".

There is a certain ban, and even the river waves cannot "fly".

The river water slowly receded.

The sound of huge waves gradually subsided.

Besides the bright sunset in the river, the fishes are curiously playing around the sunken Buddha head;

There is also a golden Buddha head with a bun on top that stands out above the river surface, symbolizing his noble appearance.

Everything is back to normal.

The setting sun slowly sets, the river continues to rush forward, fish swim in the shallows, day and night.

The collapse and destruction of a giant Buddha does not seem to be a big deal to them.

Today, the pros and cons game and fierce battle surrounding the Donglin Buddha in Shuangfeng Peak are also not a big deal for them. They are still there a hundred years later.

This seems to be the case for a young man in Confucian robes standing on the high platform of the main cave at this moment.

Ouyang Rong clapped his hands, turned around and asked everyone with a smile:

"Why aren't you guys talking?"

Xue Zhongzhu, Wu Daozi, Wei Shaoqi and others all tilted their heads and silently looked at the sinking Buddha on the river.

"Ho ho ho..."

The old woman with rolled eyes next to Ouyang Rong had a shattered dantian, was coughing violently, and vomited three liters of blood. She was hunched over, covering her abdomen, and kneeling on the ground.

The purple-qi cultivator of the Yin-Yang School lowered his head deeply, and his expression could not be seen clearly. From his mouth, which had been gurgling and spitting blood, there were some slight sounds, as if he was in great pain, as if his heart was being eaten by insects.

Yi Qianqiu, Old Yangtou and others stood there in a daze, staring at Ouyang Rong's back.

A girl in purple palace clothes stood in the center of the platform, and her hand that was stretched out in the air was retracted at some point.

The inscription "Two people worked together wholeheartedly to cast a Buddha statue" is just above her head.

Rong Zhen stood under the lotus dome, staring at the river where the golden Buddha was sinking, and remained silent for a long time.

Beside the high platform, only one out of ten female officials in white and the remaining armored soldiers were left. Their eyes were either confused or frightened. The weapons in their hands fell to their feet one by one. Like their superiors, they had lost their way and something.

It's unclear.

Everyone in the audience gradually turned their heads and looked at the smiling Ouyang Lianghan.

They gradually understood what the young man in the scholar's robe was doing.

No wonder after he snatched the big Buddha formation, he used the Donglin Big Buddha without cherishing it. Even when he had the Ding Sword to spread the sword and suppress the whole field, he dared to go down and consume the golden light to defeat four people alone.

He had no regrets about using up all of Emperor Wen's golden sword energy.

Since the Buddha was going to be destroyed anyway, it can be considered as a way of recycling it.

Wei Shaoqi covered his mouth and coughed violently. With the help of Du Shuqing, he stood up and saluted towards the platform:

"Ouyang... what is your intention? Are you helping me out of consideration for the relationship between you and the Virgin Yue? The flood today has really washed away the Dragon King Temple..."

With the previous example of Nanny Song who randomly recognized a teammate as her own, Wei Shaoqi was more rigorous and did not try to get close to others.

Ouyang Rong asked curiously:
"I can build or destroy this Buddha. What do you think?"

In addition to being spoken to Wei Shaoqi and others, this sentence also seemed to be spoken to Rong Zhen and others.

Everyone on the platform, including Rong Zhen, looked at the back of the young man in Confucian robes with extremely complicated eyes.

They knew very well that Ouyang Lianghan was right, and this Buddha was indeed built by him, but he was kicked out by them not long ago.

Whatever it felt like to him at the beginning, it seemed that they also had a vague feeling about it now.

"咚咚-"

Ouyang Rong held the bronze scroll in one hand and gently patted the gourd at his waist with the other hand, as if signaling everyone to look over.

He said sincerely:
"Okay, does anyone have any comments or want to leave? If not, let's get down to business. I'm sorry to have taken up so much time."

Everyone was silent.

Opinion? Go?

The big Buddha was destroyed in an instant, but the tripod sword that had been there for who knows how long was still hanging above everyone's head.

Do they dare to have an opinion?
Wei Shaoqi looked helpless. At this moment, he discovered that Mr. Wu next to him seemed to be looking at the eldest lady.

Wei Shaoqi followed Wu Daozi's gaze and saw the eldest lady standing there with her golden hair disheveled, so her face could not be seen clearly from behind.

The eldest lady of Yunmeng reached into her bosom, fumbled around, took out a small box and opened it.

The small box is strange and has many runes on it.

Gollum—

The box made a sound when it was shaken, and there was a faint rolling bead-like object inside.

Xue Zhongzhu's hands trembled as he opened the box, only to see a round pill inside.

But the next moment, Ouyang Rong appeared in front of Xue Zhongzhu and took the box.

"Another healing and energy-replenishing pill?"

He asked with narrowed eyes, pouring out the pill and placing it in his palm.

After a while, the young man in scholar's robe tilted his head in confusion:

"Waste elixir?"

But the next moment, he quickly grasped the pill, stuffed it into the box, and pressed it with his fingers.

"Are you looking for death? This is the waste pill of which alien cultivator, left behind after he failed to advance to the Purple Qi realm. If you don't destroy this dirty thing quickly and keep it on your body, aren't you afraid of attracting lightning? Or was it originally intended to be used to strike the Buddha with lightning?" Ouyang Rong narrowed his eyes and asked Xue Zhongzhu. The Kuixing Talisman appeared, temporarily locking the aura of the waste pill.

"Get out!" Xue Zhongzhu raised her head suddenly, staring at the young man in Confucian clothes who had taken her sword for the second time, with a blaze of anger in her green eyes.

Only the careful Ouyang Rong noticed that there was a hint of crystal in the green eyes of this unruly and fierce man.

I don't know if it's that kind of liquid.

Wei Shaoqi, who was standing by, seemed to have just realized that Xue Zhongzhu had prepared a backup plan when he heard this. He vaguely remembered that this small box was given to the eldest lady by the second lady before she left. He originally thought it was a medicine for healing or replenishing energy, but he didn't expect that it was actually used to attract thunder to disrupt the situation.

However, this level of heavenly thunder is not ordinary lightning. It does not care about friend or foe. Once it falls, it is like a thunder pool that will strike everyone.

Wei Shaoqi, his companion, wanted to say something but stopped himself. At this moment, with a "bang", he saw Mr. Wu next to him, and suddenly half of his body turned into a piece of talisman paper and burned.

Wu Daozi's body was originally a portrait, as thin as paper... Perhaps this was why he could walk in a painting, a living person could not walk like a painting... After being pointed out and torn apart by the young man in Confucian robes not long ago, Wu Daozi had been standing upright and split in two, with the left and right halves of his "body paper" floating weakly.

At this moment, half of the body of the squinty-eyed old man turned into burning paper, and tiny electric arcs appeared faintly in the flames.

Ouyang Rong looked back with a little surprise.

"Did you draw the lightning-attracting talisman before you came?"

Wu Daozi sighed and clasped his fist towards him.

Xue Zhongzhu retreated quickly and escaped.

As half of Wu Daozi's body was burning, it seemed as if something was aroused.

The whole world went dark.

Everyone, who were originally confused by what they heard, looked up in confusion and found that the sky, which was clear a moment ago, was now covered with dark clouds.

There were dark clouds gathering above the twin peaks, with the most central location just above the main grotto.

Silver snake-like arcs of electricity appeared among the dark clouds, like short-lived silver-white cracks.

The lightning was visible to the naked eye, but the thunder had not yet fallen.

Everyone in the audience looked up at the sky, and the atmosphere gradually became chaotic.

The young man in Confucian robes tilted his head slightly, and the smile on his lips faded a little.

The old musician who had been silent all of a sudden spoke up:
"It's thunder from the sky. There are only two possibilities for its appearance. Either there are unclean things, such as some aliens breaking through the realm, or the dead endangering the living, or some other dirty things that will lead to thunder from the sky. Or there is an existence that is intolerable to heaven and earth... These are all likely to cause thunder from the sky."

At this moment, the old woman with white eyes who was on the high platform at the back and was on the verge of death suddenly took off her robe.

I saw purple and black Taoist symbols flowing from the wound on the right shoulder.

The ancient Han-style lamp in Nanny Song's hand broke into pieces:
"If I die, you won't be able to live either!"

She stood in the center of the broken fragments, and three hundred and sixty star tracks reassembled in her pupils:
"Mars guards the heart, and Tan Lang enters the fate!"

A light appeared and turned into a stream of light that sank into her palm.

I saw a dark vortex appearing at the cracked wound on her Dao pattern.

The old man was inserting his bloody finger into his forehead and said fiercely:
"The eighth generation of the keeper of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, respectfully invite the Grandmaster to open the door—"

The next moment, a dark and decayed aura emanated from the vortex on the shoulder.

I don’t know where this open door leads to.

Above the Xunyang Grottoes, the dark clouds suddenly became darker and the electric arcs became more frequent.

It seemed like there was a thunder pool "storing water" in the dark clouds.

Among them, electric snakes of colors such as blood, gold, and blue appeared.

In the past, just one color could make Qi cultivators or alien monsters tremble with fear.

In just a few breaths, three kinds appeared, and there were far more than that.

Seeing that in addition to the blood thunder, golden thunder spots were faintly appearing, the old musician frowned:
"Oh no, this thunder actually has nine levels! I've never heard of it before. Maybe there are a lot of unclean things on the field! There are definitely more than just these two, otherwise there wouldn't be such a severe thunder.

“The waste pills of the alien Qi cultivators can only attract ordinary thunder tribulations at best.

"The legendary Guixu is in the East China Sea. It is said that no one can find it alive and get out. Only the first generation of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau's lamplighter went there once before he passed away. He returned with only his bones, without a sound. He wrote to tell the Imperial Astronomical Bureau that he could only live for three days. He also said that a ban was placed there. Afterwards, before the bones turned into ashes, they left a pattern for the later lamplighters, which became a finale of Yin-Yang magic.

"Miss Song is abusing this technique to seduce the thunder, but it's not that serious... Is there something dirtier on the field..."

The old musician looked around in confusion, and everyone was stunned.

Ouyang Rong certainly knew what things were "unclean" to God.

His expression was not at all surprised. He glanced at the crazy old woman with white eyes who was dying, and the half-human, half-ghost Wu Daozi, and crushed the waste pill with one palm, curled his lips and said:
"I knew it would come after staying here for too long. You three filthy things have caused me trouble. You can't even hide, but you're so arrogant. Do you really think that human power can control the thunder? You really have no fear..."

Ouyang Rong glanced again at the strange white sturgeon that was fluttering along with him.

"You also added fuel to the fire, and you have to overcome the tribulation. I saw that you were really rare, so I enlightened you, but you are tying yourself up in knots. I don't know if this relationship should end. Forget it, I am from the previous dynasty anyway, cough."

The young man in scholar's robe turned around, holding the pearl and the painting, and lowered his eyes slightly:
"Ninth Floor? I've only seen it in the murals in the tomb. I didn't expect to be treated like this on this trip today."

As he spoke, he stretched out his free hand to grab the wine gourd, paused halfway, and retracted his hand. He placed his hand in front of his abdomen and muttered in a voice that no one could hear:
"Don't be greedy. You've been lazy for so long, and your sword is still not falling. You just watch and only use one sword... Do you have any ideas?"

Thunderclouds were gathering above.

A destructive thunder force was gathering above the Xunyang Grottoes.

Wu Daozi frowned tightly, and Xue Zhongzhu, the instigator of the conspiracy, was also stunned.

Neither of them expected it to be so serious.

Originally, it was just to attract thunder from the sky to hold Ouyang Rong back.

The result set a precedent, and the thunder from the sky escalated to such a terrifying level time and time again.

It seemed that they could not run away.

Only Nanny Song smiled sinisterly:
"You all have to die, hahahaha, this Guixuyin move was originally used to deal with traitors. Ouyang Lianghan, you are the biggest traitor. I will take you down with me even if I die!"

She raised her head, as if welcoming the arrival of the thunder.

Both jade and stone will be destroyed.

Yi Qianqiu's eyes widened into bells:
"Deputy Supervisor Song, you are crazy. We are still here! The princess is still here. She is the next generation of the Light Bearer. You abused Guixu so much and destroyed the Dao Pattern of the first generation. You are betraying the princess! Betraying the Great God of Destiny!"

Nanny Song smiled miserably and crazily:

"She called me an old man! How dare she call me an old thing, for a stinky man! I've had enough! She was so coy, and this stinky man destroyed my Dantian, and I didn't even stop her and beg for mercy. Go to hell, all of you!"

Rong Zhen said nothing, turned his head slowly, looked at the crazy old woman with white eyes in silence and indifference for a while, and uttered three words in a very soft voice:

"old man."

"Hahahahahaha..."

Nanny Song burst into laughter instantly, and was laughing so hard that the wound in her Dantian was affected, and she vomited blood. Her flesh and blood was sucked into the Guixu vortex on her shoulder and was gradually drained away, leaving only skin and bones.

The old woman's cloudy eyes were wide open as she looked at the entire audience, as if she wanted to witness everyone being chopped into ashes before she died.

Wei Shaoqi turned his head suddenly and pleaded sincerely: "Can you please forgive the ban and allow flying and escape techniques? Otherwise, none of us can escape. If we remove it now, we can still have a chance of survival."

But Ouyang Rong took the gourd and drank from it without knowing when.

He ignored the stupid noise around him, looked up at the sky with clear eyes, and sipped his wine.

Seeing this, everyone looked somewhat desperate.

Just as the world-destroying thunderclouds were about to condense.

The young man in Confucian robes suddenly put down the gourd and hung it around his waist.

In full view of everyone, he turned around and walked towards the mighty thundercloud alone.

(End of this chapter)