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Jiang Fang couldn't help but murmur softly, her voice sounding particularly weak in the tense atmosphere.
Her eyes were full of curiosity and doubt.
Those bright eyes were fixed on the black-robed man in the mirror, trying to find a clue from him.
Wei Changxuan frowned slightly, his brows furrowing, revealing his inner caution.
His gaze, like a sharp dagger, was fixed on the black-robed figure in the mirror image, and he said in a deep voice:
"I have never seen this person before. Judging from his demeanor, he must possess extraordinary strength."
I just don't know if his connection to the opportunity we're seeking in the pagoda is any of the sort.
His voice was deep and powerful, bringing a sense of calm to everyone in the tense environment.
The words had barely left his lips when the black-robed figure in the mirror moved. His movements were as swift as lightning, so fast that it was almost impossible to track his actions.
He instantly lunged forward, his hands moving as if stirring up endless dark power.
The black current, like a surging tide or a roaring black dragon, swept wildly towards the Buddhist Vajra warriors.
The black aura seemed to contain endless evil and destructive power.
Wherever it went, the originally indestructible golden light was easily torn apart like thin paper.
The hissing sound was as if the light was struggling painfully.
The 27 Buddhist Vajra warriors had no time to mount any further defenses before being overwhelmed and scattered by this powerful black force.
They all coughed up blood, which splattered in the gale, forming eerie streaks of blood.
His body flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the wall of the ancient temple with a dull yet awe-inspiring sound.
The walls of the ancient temple cracked under the enormous impact, bricks and stones fell off, raising a cloud of dust.
This scene caused everyone present to gasp in shock.
Everyone's face was filled with shock, their mouths involuntarily agape, and their eyes were filled with disbelief.
They could hardly believe that such a powerful defensive technique as the Vajra Divine Skill of Buddhism could be so easily broken by the mysterious man in black before them.
Chapter 187 Everyone was shocked, and the high monk was impressed!
"This...how is this possible? The Vajra Divine Skill of Buddhism was broken so easily!"
The monk Jingyuan's eyes were wide open like copper bells, bloodshot, and his face was filled with disbelief. He stood there frozen in place, as if he had been frozen in place by a spell.
In his mind, the Vajra Divine Skill was the supreme defensive technique of Buddhism, indestructible.
But what he saw before him completely overturned his understanding of things over the years, making him feel that everything he was seeing was an absurd nightmare from which he could not wake up.
Li Shaoyun was equally astonished, his lips trembling slightly uncontrollably. After a long while, he murmured to himself:
"Such a bizarre technique is truly unheard of and unseen before."
His voice trembled slightly, clearly still reeling from the shock he had just experienced.
Immediately afterwards, the scene in the mirror shifted as if in a dream, and everyone's gaze followed the man in black robes to a quiet bamboo forest.
This bamboo grove is tranquil and peaceful. A gentle breeze rustles the bamboo leaves, as if playing a soft melody.
Deep in the bamboo forest, an old monk with white eyebrows sat cross-legged on an ancient boulder.
The old monk was dressed in a plain-colored robe, with a serene face and closed eyes, meditating. He seemed to exude a peaceful and tranquil aura.
The man in black robes stepped forward steadily, stopped a few steps away from the old monk, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and began to converse with the old monk respectfully.
At first, the old monk's expression was calm and still, like a still lake, seemingly unconcerned by the black-robed man's words.
He just listened quietly, occasionally a gentle breeze ruffling his white eyebrows, as if telling a story of the passing years.
However, as the conversation deepened, the old monk's expression gradually changed.
He would sometimes furrow his brows, his eyebrows twisting into a deep frown, as if he were pondering some extremely profound problem, his face full of solemnity.
He would occasionally nod slightly, a subtle gesture that revealed his agreement with some of the black-robed man's views.
It was like finding a glimmer of light in the darkness. The surrounding bamboo leaves continued to rustle, as if they too were quietly listening to this wondrous dialogue.
Finally, the old monk slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with admiration, and his once calm eyes now shone with an unusual light.
He clasped his hands together and bowed to the man in black.
This action signifies that the old monk was persuaded by the man in black robes and expressed his approval of his beliefs.
This scene once again shocked everyone, leaving them deeply moved and overwhelmed by the surging waves of emotion.
"This person has such eloquence that even a high-ranking Buddhist monk is impressed; it's truly astonishing."
Tang Yuanwu couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, his voice filled with admiration and surprise.
Wei Changxuan's eyes flickered, his expression so solemn it seemed as if water could drip from them, and he said:
"This person is no ordinary person. Whether it is his skills or his knowledge, he is far superior to ordinary people. We must deal with him with caution."
A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, as if he had already sensed that this man in black robes would bring great changes to their adventure.
Then, the man in black robes turned and walked towards the scripture pavilion of the ancient temple.
The Sutra Repository is nestled deep within the ancient temple, its upturned eaves and intricate brackets exuding a solemn and dignified air. Inside, it houses countless Buddhist scriptures and secret texts.
These precious artifacts, weathered by time, exude an ancient and mysterious aura, as if telling a story of a thousand-year-old Buddhist connection.
At the entrance of the library, several highly skilled martial monks stood ready.
They were all burly men, each holding a Zen staff that gleamed coldly in the sunlight.
The monks' gazes were resolute, their eyes revealing fearless courage and determination to protect the library.
(Wang Lezhao) Each of them exudes a powerful aura, as if it were an insurmountable barrier.
The man in black showed no sign of backing down. He stood tall and strode forward, his black robes fluttering in the wind.
It resembles a black flag.
His steps were steady and powerful, each one seemingly striking the hearts of everyone present.
It gives people a sense of his inner determination and his determination to obtain the treasures in the library.
As he approached the library, the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, as if an invisible gunpowder smoke filled the air.
Chapter 188 The Battle for Dragon Qi!
"Is he going to force his way into the library?" Janet blurted out.
She leaned forward slightly, as if trying to see through the mirror image to understand what would happen next.
In her view, the Sutra Repository was a sacred Buddhist site, containing invaluable scriptures and secret manuals. The actions of the man in black robes were undoubtedly a challenge to the authority of Buddhism, and a more intense conflict seemed imminent.
Mu Nanzhi stood quietly to the side, her brows furrowed, her expression so solemn it seemed as if shrouded in gloom.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, carefully observing the black-robed man's every move in the mirror, and then said in a deep voice, "Judging from his appearance, his steps are firm, and his eyes reveal a kind of determination, as if he is determined to get what is in the library."
"I just don't know what he's after, or what the consequences will be." Her voice was low and calm, but a trace of worry could not be hidden in her words. After all, everything inside the Pagoda was full of unknowns and variables, and the appearance of the man in black robes made the situation even more complicated.
As time passed, the scene in the mirror gradually dissipated like smoke in the wind, leaving only a blurry shadow.
However, the shock in everyone's hearts was like a surging tide, lingering for a long time. The black-robed man's formidable strength, bizarre techniques, and extraordinary eloquence...
It left a very deep impression on them, and everyone was still replaying the scenes that had just happened in their minds.
However, they were currently inside the Floating Pagoda, surrounded by a mysterious and dangerous aura, leaving no room for lingering. Wei Changxuan took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly, his eyes resolute and sharp.
After glancing at his companions, he said in a deep voice, "Regardless of the origin of this man in black robes or his connection with us, our goal remains the dragon aura."
"This pagoda is fraught with danger; we must hurry and move forward." His voice was firm and powerful, resounding like a bell in everyone's ears, giving them a shot of adrenaline.
Everyone nodded in agreement, their fighting spirit rekindled in their eyes. They followed Wei Changxuan closely, cautiously making their way to the upper levels of the pagoda.
With each step they took, they could feel the mysterious power permeating the surrounding space subtly fluctuating, as if reminding them that more unknowns and challenges awaited them ahead.
Among the group, Abbot Hengyin of Sanhua Temple had an unpredictable gaze, like a cold star twinkling in the night sky, making him impossible to fathom.
His gaze swept over the crowd from time to time, as if he were plotting some nefarious scheme. In fact, even before entering the Pagoda, Monk Hengyin had secretly contacted the pagoda's spirit.
The spirit of the artifact was an old monk, radiating a gentle light. His face was kind yet exuded a mysterious aura, and his duty was to guide the dragon's energy.
At this moment, Hengyin moved slowly forward with the group while silently communicating with the spirit of the artifact in her heart.
His brows furrowed slightly, and a look of anxiety appeared on his face. He asked anxiously in his heart, "Senior, where exactly is that dragon energy?"
We humbly request your guidance, senior. We, the entire Sanhua Temple, are determined to obtain this dragon's aura.
His heart was filled with longing, as if he could already see the glorious scene of Sanhua Temple's status in Buddhism greatly enhanced after being blessed by the dragon's energy.
The spirit's voice echoed softly in Hengyin's mind, as if coming from the distant horizon, carrying a hint of etherealness and mystery:
"The dragon's energy is hidden deep within the pagoda, a place fraught with danger and traps. However, to obtain the dragon's energy, one must undergo numerous trials and must not be hasty. Only those with a sincere heart can gain the dragon's approval."
Hengyin's heart tightened, and he unconsciously paused for a moment. He gritted his teeth slightly and continued to say in his mind:
“Senior, everyone here desires the dragon's energy, and each of them possesses extraordinary strength. If someone else gets there first, our Sanhua Temple will miss a golden opportunity.”
"This dragon energy is of vital importance to my Sanhua Temple. I hope you can lend me a hand." His tone carried a hint of pleading, but also revealed a determination not to be outdone.
The spirit remained silent for a moment, seemingly pondering how to answer. After a long while, the ethereal voice rang out again:
"This dragon energy is for those who are destined to obtain it; it cannot be forced. You should restrain your thoughts and refrain from any rash actions."
Everything is preordained; the time is not yet ripe, and it must not be forcibly seized. Otherwise, not only will you fail to obtain the dragon's energy, but you may also invite disaster.” The spirit's words carried a hint of warning, causing Hengyin's heart to tighten…
Chapter 189 Obtaining Dragon Qi! Dragon Qi Enters the Body!
Hengyin remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was extremely anxious.
How could he be willing to let this dragon energy fall into the hands of others, especially Wei Changxuan and others?
In his view, this dragon energy rightfully belonged to Sanhua Temple, and with the blessing of the dragon energy, Sanhua Temple would surely gain a much higher status in Buddhism.
As the group ventured deeper, they finally arrived at a spacious area.
Here, a rich spiritual energy permeates the air, and in the very center of the space, a dragon aura radiating golden light appears and disappears.
"That's dragon energy!" Janet, with her sharp eyes, shouted first. Everyone tensed instantly, gripping their weapons tightly and looking around warily.
At the same time, Hengyin could no longer suppress his desires and gave a wink to the monks around him. The monks immediately dispersed and surrounded Wei Changxuan and the others.
"Hengyin, what do you mean by this?" Wei Changxuan asked, his eyes turning cold as he stared at Hengyin.