boyutpedia [140] A Smile From The Sea Bid Farewell To The Monk, And The Tathagata’S Last Words Sent Him The Bud
[140] A Smile From The Sea Bid Farewell To The Monk, And The Tathagata’S Last Words Sent Him The Bud
Did everyone doubt that they misheard?
Kill all the disciples of the Wàng Dào Sect, the Qí Tiān Battle Mansion, and the Gù family who are present.
This is provoking the bottom line of these three families!
But this has nothing to do with Wú Píng.
He just wants to feel relieved in his heart.
He doesn't know why these three ancestors appeared here.
But if they can help him, that's enough for Wú Píng to be satisfied.
Actually, he didn't understand before.
Why do some people clearly have the power to kill all enemies on the spot with the help of great power?
But they say they will seek revenge in the future.
Isn't it better to seek revenge immediately when there is a grudge?
Seeking revenge the next day, where is the sense of satisfaction?
As for whether the three ancestors will agree, Wú Píng doesn't care.
It would be best if they agree, if not, judging from the situation, he can still leave safely today.
He can always come back to seek revenge in the future.
It's an unavoidable matter.
After all, regarding the other major forces.
Xiàng Dào Shēng also didn't expect that Wú Píng would actually attract an immortal from the Seven Blood Sect.
It's like children playing around.
If one person calls their father to come, it's fine, but their father actually brings a tank?
"Wú Píng, the death of the Four Eyes, it's not our fault. The three of us have advised him kindly before, asking him to hand over the Black Lotus. He didn't, so this is a treasure fight between cultivators, between juniors, which is accepted by all parties!"
His meaning is simple.
This is something that is tacitly accepted under the rules.
If you can't beat it, you can't blame others.
Moreover, you also killed Gù Wú Yán and Qí Tiān Cháng Kōng.
With Xiàng Dào Shēng's words,
Everyone finally understood that Gu Wu Yan, Xiang Dao Sheng, and Qi Tian Chang Kong killed Si Mu.
And now, Wu Ping is seeking revenge for Si Mu.
He killed Gu Wu Yan and Qi Tian Chang Kong.
Wu Ping didn't want to say much, but there were many things he couldn't keep to himself.
"Yes, everyone is fighting for treasures. You, Gu Wu Yan, and Qi Tian Chang Kong teamed up against Si Mu, three against one, and killed him. You say it's not wrong. So if I kill you and the other two, and strip your souls and skins, wouldn't that also be not wrong?"
"Since nothing is wrong, what's the meaning of you two old dogs coming out to show off? Can't handle it?"
"Now that my sect's ancestor has appeared, you say it's normal for you to have killed Si Mu. I've advised him!"
"Then I'll leave my words here today. I've also advised you. Come over here, kowtow and die. Step by step, bowing and begging for mercy. Do you fucking listen to advice!!!"
Everyone instantly woke up upon hearing his words.
Previously, they had all been biased against Wu Ping because of his identity as a demonic cultivator.
Now they realized, yes.
Fighting for treasures, killing is allowed. If your methods are weaker than others, life and death are determined by fate. It's not a problem for the three of you to team up against one person. It's Si Mu's fault if he doesn't have any help. You are not at fault.
But is it a problem for Wu Ping to seek revenge for Si Mu?
Now that Wu Ping has killed Gu Wu Yan and Qi Tian Chang Kong, severely injuring you, the pride of the Wan Dao Sect, your elders can't bear it anymore and want to take action.
Wu Ping's Dragon Transformation is at the second stage, while all of you elders are at the Transcending Tribulation stage, becoming immortals. You all open your mouths and demand that he be killed without a burial ground.
But an even more powerful cultivator from the Seven Blood Sect has arrived.
And he's an immortal.
Now you feel it's not right?
So, all the right and wrong is determined by your words!?
If you say it's right, then it's right. If you say it's wrong, then it's wrong.
Xiang Dao Sheng didn't know how to respond.
"Since you're speechless, then disappear with the wind."
As the figure in the galaxy above the torn curtain of the sky finished speaking.
Words followed actions.
The cultivators from the three sects present all turned into ashes and dissipated.
There was no battle, no magic duel, not even any blood.
But he died, erased from the heavens and earth.
Whether it was the Dragon Gate cultivators or the Transcending Tribulation experts, the Immortal Ascension experts, none of them had the slightest power to resist.
No one expected that the three immortals from the Seven Blood Sect had actually wiped out the people from the three families, just as Wu Ping had said.
Only Xiang Daosheng remained standing in the sky.
The heavens and earth shook, stars fell, and divine light erupted in the east.
Another powerful immortal arrived.
But this time, it was a powerful expert from the Hope Dao Sect.
"Blood Sea Demon Lord!!! What is the meaning of killing the juniors of my Hope Dao Sect!!"
"Hmph, Qingyang, your juniors don't listen, and I, Wu Ping of the Dragon Transformation Second Stage, defeated your Calamity genius. It would have been fine if your disciples admitted their mistakes, but they dared to bully the weak. How about it? Are you allowing the Hope Dao Sect to bully the weak?"
"Stop talking nonsense. You came all the way from the Eastern Territory just to fight, right? Come, come, come, three against one. Dare you fight in the Galaxy Sky Dome!"
They were all Immortal Venerables.
Three against one? What a joke.
Qingyang's voice resounded between heaven and earth: "I will take Xiang Daosheng with me."
The implication was that he had given in.
After all, he had no chance of winning against three.
"Hahaha..."
Under the laughter, the heavens and earth trembled.
"If it weren't for us passing by this place in the Galaxy today, your juniors would have been killed by your disciples. You want to take this junior away after bullying others?"
"You come here!"
"Blood Sea, Liantian, release me!!!"
Then, a silent transmission followed.
It seemed that they dragged Qingyang Immortal Venerable into the Galaxy and beat him up.
There was still one Seven Blood Sect ancestor, Immortal Venerable, who said, "Wu Ping, you take this person. If you want to kill or mutilate him, it's up to you. I'm going to the Galaxy to beat up this person who stood up for Qingyang, hahaha."
The sky returned to its original state.
Everything happened very quickly.
As if in an instant.
From the collapse of the Taishan King's tomb, to the escape of a large number of cultivators and Xiang Daosheng, and finally the intervention of three powerful forces, all intending to seek revenge for their own geniuses.
In the end, the Seven Blood Sect's Wang Zha, three Immortal Venerables, appeared, and with a single sentence from Wu Ping, they annihilated everyone from the three forces in this place.
Following that, the Qingyang Immortal Venerable of the Wan Dao Sect appeared, intending to take away their own disciples.
These are the four Demon Venerables and Immortal Venerables.
As a result, the Qingyang Immortal Venerable of the Wan Dao Sect was dragged into the Galaxy by the Blood Sea Demon Venerable and the Heavenly Demon Venerable of the Seven Blood Sect, and this Ninth Transformation Demon Venerable still wanted to lend a hand?
Three Demon Venerables against one Immortal Venerable....
This....
Wu Ping was also somewhat lost in thought about what had just happened.
But then he turned his head and looked at Xiang Daosheng, who was alone.
He moved away.
The imprint of the Ksitigarbha's Town Sea Scripture in his hand was pressed onto Xiang Daosheng's head, instantly subduing him.
He took out a flying boat from the Flying Head Barbarian and jumped on it.
The flying boat flickered and disappeared into the sky.
After he left, everyone finally came back to their senses.
They wanted to talk, but didn't know where to start.
You hit me, I hit you, you kill me, I kill you.
The sorrow of Independent Cultivators, because Independent Cultivators have no power.
If they were in Wu Ping's position today, would they be able to survive?
Is there anyone to stand up for them?
No.
Only waiting for death.
"I don't seem to envy Xiang Daosheng, nor do I envy Gu Wu Yan, let alone Qi Tian Chang Kong.
"Then who do you envy? Wu Ping?"
"No, none of them. I envy Si Mu.
"Si Mu? Why do you envy him?"
"They are all geniuses. I don't have their talent, nor the fortune to be born into a great family or become a disciple of a major sect. That's why I don't envy Xiang Daosheng and the others."
But the reason I envy Si Mu is that even if he dies, Wu Ping will avenge him."
"If you had a friend like that, what would you do?"
"I would be very happy. True friends are hard to find."
"Yes, true friends are hard to come by. I hope I can make a friend like Wu Ping someday..."
Cultivation, cultivation, many emotions are squeezed out by the Dao.
Life is too cold.
The speaker has no intention, but the listener has an intention.
On top of the mountains, a young man with golden armguards held his hands and witnessed everything that happened.
Listening to the conversation below, he frowned and looked in the direction Wu Ping had gone.
Then his figure flashed and disappeared.
The tomb of the Tai Mountain King was destroyed, the secret sect of the Western Region, Si Mu, who was the reincarnation of a powerful Immortal Venerable, was killed by three geniuses.
And these three geniuses, who had few opponents among their peers, were killed or captured by Wu Ping.
The fate of the four Immortal Venerable powerhouses.
These are all explosive news.
It is another topic of discussion among cultivators in the Five Realms.
Wu Ping's name has also spread completely, establishing his own reputation.
Stepping on the heads of three geniuses, it is truly domineering and bloody.
Don't worry about not having a confidant on the road ahead, who in the world does not recognize you?
Above the vast sky heading towards the Western Region.
The flying boat cuts through the sea of clouds.
Si Mu's body is placed in the corner where Wu Ping used to meditate for him.
It is as quiet as usual.
A mourning dog kneels beside it.
Wu Ping sits alone at the bow of the boat.
In his hand is a letter.
[To Master Wu Shi, please read.]
When you are able to read this letter, I estimate that I have already died. This time, I probably won't survive. My previous troubles were my own fault, but as the folk saying goes, when a person dies, their sins disappear. Considering that I am already dead, I kindly ask that you no longer hold any grudges against me.
I have died many times before, reincarnated and reborn, life after life, without ever finding liberation. I cannot become a Buddha, but I am unwilling to give up. However, I also feel lost and cannot find a way forward. The path to immortality is long and the realm of Buddhism is profound. Ultimately, I am stuck at the final hurdle of becoming an immortal or a Buddha.
Sigh, it seems that fate has not changed in thousands of years. I couldn't overcome it in the past, and I still can't overcome it now. It would be better to die in a grand and heroic manner, to change my fate. My original intention was to find a physical body and come to you for a drink, to discuss some Buddhist principles and gain enlightenment. But my cultivation is lacking, and I appear somewhat embarrassed, defeated by others.
My true spirit shattered, replaced by a radiant brilliance, like the shining sun. Throughout my life, I have seen many talented and heroic individuals, but none are like you, the benefactor. Meeting you is my good fortune, something to be celebrated...
The letter is too short, and I have too much to say. But considering that you dislike noise and excessive words, and that you might punch or kick me if I talk too much, which is truly terrifying, I'll just stop here. In the end, I ask that you give me a proper burial, with the inscription "Friend of Wu Ping, the Tomb of the Tathagata."
Speaking of which, I almost forgot to share my joy with you. I have realized my own name, Tathagata. What do you think of it, benefactor? I believe it is quite good. I have always been confident in my taste.
As for what you said about the huge generation gap between us, it is simply nonsense. Yes, I am contradicting you. After all, I am already dead, and you can't hit me.
...Please give me some flowers...
Lastly, I have one more opportunity to give to you, the Four-Eyed Buddha Eyes of mine. They can see the past, present, and future. The final Buddha Eye can use a secret technique to bring the enemy's past into the present. Unfortunately, my own cultivation is limited, and during the chaos of fighting for the Black Lotus, I was ambushed by Xiang Dao Sheng.
If it were a one-on-one battle, I believe I am not weaker than anyone. Benefactor, please consider refining my Four-Eyed Buddha Eyes into a treasure (don't refuse, otherwise it means you don't consider me a friend). This can be considered as my contribution to assisting you on your path of cultivation. Finally, I wish you great fortune and success in your immortal journey. This is the final word of Tathagata.
Accept the letter and put it into the Feitouman.
As Wu Ping raised his hand, four gem-like eyeballs appeared, shining with divine light.
He stood up and approached the corpse with four eyes, saying, "Do you know how much karma is involved in reciting the two words 'Rulai'?"
"Can you bear the weight of it?"
"If I had known that those four eyeballs of yours could be refined into treasures and were so perverse, I would have gouged them out long ago. Why would I still need you to give them to me?"
"Do I need you to give them to me? Don't I have hands?"
In anger, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the kneeling dog of a bereaved family next to him, Dao Sect's genius, Xiang Daosheng.
He grabbed his hair and pulled his head forward, saying, "You claim to be a noble and righteous sect, but you engage in such sneak attacks. Do you know that this monk is the one I want to kill?"
Xiang Daosheng had a death wish. He knew he wouldn't survive.
So he provocatively said to Wu Ping, "Ha, in the fight for treasures, with deceit and treachery, when it comes to despicability, you, a demonic cultivator, have the right to criticize others?"
"Good!"
"Very good, excellent."
"Xiang Daosheng, oh Xiang Daosheng, today I will make you soar into the clouds."
"You want to die, huh?"
Wu Ping's chest was filled with anger, not knowing where to vent it.
Directly from the Feitou Barbarians, he took out a wolf tooth club.
Steadily inserted it into the bow of the ship.
Wu Ping squatted down.
Took out several bottles of poison from the Feitou Barbarians.
"These are all good things I casually refined. This bottle can amplify pain a thousandfold, this bottle can amplify perception and sensitivity a thousandfold, this bottle is nothing special, but it is filled with countless small round spikes like dust, capable of absorbing the essence and growing with the circulation of your spiritual energy throughout your body, wherever it goes, flesh and blood stick together..."
"After you consume these medicines, I will impale you on this wolf tooth club and let it flutter as a flag in the wind."
Looking at the fear in Xiang Daosheng's eyes.
Wu Ping continued, "I could have just torn open your belly and poured these poisons in, but I want to humiliate you. I will pry open your mouth and pour these things in. If you don't open your mouth, I will tear your face open and pull out your teeth."
"No, no, no, kill me, kill me, I can't bear this humiliation, kill me, kill me, just like we killed Four Eyes, kill me!!!"
Wu Ping shook his head and reached out to grab his head.
Smiling, he made a pouring gesture with the poison.
Xiang Daosheng kept his mouth shut.
Wu Ping fulfilled his promise and directly tore off his face.
With clenched teeth, he shattered one tooth.
Not only the poison, but even the medicine bottles were stuffed into this guy's stomach by Wu Ping.
Then, with a casual flick, Xiang Daosheng flew and crashed onto the wolf tooth club impaled on the bow of the ship.
A scream resounded through the sky, what kind of pain and sensitivity would be amplified a thousandfold and ten thousandfold?
No one knew.
But listening to the screams of pain from Xiang Daosheng, it must have been very painful.
"Hahahaha, so satisfying!!!"
Wu Ping laughed recklessly.
The flying boat slowly landed.
They had arrived at their destination.
The western border, Rotten Buddha Mountain, was the place where the two of them first met.
They found a place with a good view facing the Heaven Connecting River.
He buried the bodies of the four enemies.
He erected a tomb.
He patted the tombstone.
Wu Ping sat facing the river.
He took out the San Chi Ru Yi from his waist, and the spiritual energy in his hand spread out, outlining two figures with four eyes on each side.
They stood on each side.
Holding the xiao and drum in his hands, he bowed to Wu Ping.
The San Chi Ru Yi in Wu Ping's hand transformed into an ancient qin.
Smack.
He slapped the tombstone, feeling like he was hitting the bald head of that bald donkey: "The damn monk has been bothering me for so long, saying he's dead, so he should die. Let me be a musician for once and send you off."
He picked up the wine jug and took a big sip, perhaps because he was drunk.
After a "good wine,"
Hidden in the sky, Liu Jingtian heard the majestic drum sound coming from below.
The sound of the qin was melodious, and the sound of the xiao was lonely.
"The sea laughs, waves on both sides...
"Sailing with the waves, the sky laughs!!!"
"The world is full of waves, who wins and who loses, only heaven knows...
"The land laughs, misty rain in the distance...
"The waves wash away the mundane world, who knows how much..."
The martial world is never confined to a certain world or a certain set of rules. Where there are people, there is the martial world.
Liu Jingtian listened in a trance. At this moment, he felt like dying, of course, on the condition that someone would sing such a song for him after his death.
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