#920 - Neither Being nor Non-Being (IV)
“Bang!!!”
Watching Pu Xuan furiously throw a punch, and then watching him being swatted to the ground like a fly by the golden Buddha, Wei Changtian's eyes widened, having never seen such a rapid reversal of the "plot".
When Pu Xuan threw that punch, he thought things might take a turn for the better.
However, the golden Buddha immediately shattered this glimmer of hope with a single palm strike.
Pu Xuan was like an ant unwilling to be numb, choosing to fight against fate, but ultimately crushed by it, appearing so vulnerable at this moment.
“...”
Staring blankly at the deep pit smashed into the ground, Wei Changtian didn't know what to think for a moment.
But in the next moment, a figure suddenly rushed out of the pit, heading straight for the golden Buddha again!
“Bang!!”
“Bang!!”
“Bang, bang, bang!!!”
Once, twice, three times, four times...
In Wei Changtian's astonished gaze, Pu Xuan charged at the golden Buddha again and again, then was blasted away, then got up and charged again.
In just a few dozen breaths, Wei Changtian had lost count of how many times he had been sent flying, only seeing his momentum getting weaker and weaker, until he could no longer stand up.
The originally neat kasaya had become tattered, covered in mud but without any blood.
As a phantom, Pu Xuan would not bleed, nor would he die.
But this did not mean he was invincible.
Like the golden Buddha, his power also came from the illusion array, so there was a limit.
And currently, it seemed that Pu Xuan was clearly approaching this limit...
“Young Master Wei...”
Turning his head with difficulty, Pu Xuan looked at the astonished Wei Changtian, and asked softly with a pale face:
“Do you still have the strength for one last strike?”
“...”
His eyes paused, and Wei Changtian, who suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Pu Xuan, and then looked up at the golden Buddha whose light had also weakened a lot, and finally understood that Pu Xuan's seemingly futile struggle just now was not without meaning.
Without a doubt, defeating this golden Buddha should be the only way to break the array.
And after the two of them, himself and Pu Xuan, took turns exhausting it, the former had now reached a precarious state.
Perhaps one more time, and he could really defeat this golden Buddha!
“Yes.”
Without the slightest hesitation, Wei Changtian spat out a word heavily.
His dantian was empty, without any internal force left.
The "Tianyuan Pill" sold in the system that could instantly restore his state had already been taken, and was still in the "purchase cooldown" time.
In fact, Wei Changtian didn't know how he could unleash one last strike.
But he still slowly drew out the Longquan Sword with a firm expression, his knees slightly bent, and assumed a charging posture.
No matter what, this should be the last chance in the true sense.
So even if there was only the slightest bit of strength left, he would do his best.
“Bald donkey, let's try it.”
“Okay.”
Two weak and firm voices rose and fell, and as the two transformed into two blurred figures and charged straight towards the golden Buddha, a fist and a sword slammed fiercely onto the latter's huge body with an inescapable determination, the old beggar several miles away also suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
“Chila!”
The bright red blood dripped on the candlestick, causing the already dim candle flame to shake violently.
His body swayed violently, and the old beggar's face turned extremely pale in an instant, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer.
Obviously, as the controller of the illusion array, the state of the illusion array would also have a certain backlash effect on him.
And now that he was in such a state, it naturally meant that the powerful illusion array had really reached the point of collapse.
Clenching his teeth tightly, the old beggar's eyes were filled with unparalleled anger and ruthlessness.
He had thought that the young man might betray him.
But he never thought that it would be Pu Xuan who ultimately betrayed him.
As a "product" born from the array's illusion, how could Pu Xuan betray the illusion array?!
Although the old beggar had heard the conversation between Wei Changtian and Pu Xuan, he could not understand that Pu Xuan was willing to disappear with the illusion array.
But whether he understood or not, the old beggar knew that now was not the time to think about this.
Suddenly biting the tip of his tongue, a mist of blood exploded in front of him.
The old beggar quickly pinched out complex hand seals with both hands, and his aura was rapidly weakening.
After only a few breaths, his face had become like a dead man's, and the speed of his hand seals was getting slower and slower, and more and more difficult.
Until it completely stopped at a certain moment...
“...”
The blood mist dissipated, the candlelight became stable again, and the room fell into a dead silence.
It was unknown how long it had passed, but the old beggar, who seemed to have lost his breath, suddenly moved his fingertips.
He was still lowering his head, but a faint sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.
So...
“Still failed, huh...”
Lying face up on the cold mud, Wei Changtian looked dazedly at the golden Buddha who was still standing tall, and sighed softly.
“Sigh.”
“What's going on?”
Outside Yun'an Temple, on the bluestone road under the moonlight, Gu Pan'er suddenly stopped.
She seemed to have just seen Yun'an Temple suddenly disappear in front of her.
The tall courtyard walls, the roof of the hall bathed in silver light, and several ancient trees... everything was gone, replaced by a strange open space.
Several black pillars stood on the open space, and there was also a person lying down.
Oh, it seemed that countless copper coins and silver fragments were scattered on the ground.
Was it an illusion?
Rubbing her eyes, Gu Pan'er looked suspiciously at the tall temple gate just a few steps away, and the familiar "Yun'an Temple" characters on the door plaque, feeling greatly puzzled.
But after hesitating for a moment, she stepped forward again and walked to the closed side door of the temple, gently knocking on the door.
“Dong dong~”
“Dong dong dong~”
The sound of knocking echoed in the night, and for a long time, there was no response.
Like ordinary temples, Yun'an Temple would close its doors at You Shi (6 PM), but if a pilgrim wanted to visit at night, they would also be received.
But why was no one coming to open the door today?
Gu Pan'er took a step back, thinking that something was happening in the temple, shook her head and prepared to leave.
But before she could turn around, she heard a slightly hurried footstep coming from behind her.
“This young master, Yun'an Temple doesn't seem to be receiving pilgrims tonight.”
Seeing the young man whose expression seemed a little surprised, Gu Pan'er thought that the former was also here to burn incense, so she kindly reminded him: “I knocked on the door for a long time just now, but no one came to ask.”
“Is that so...”
Quickly sizing up Gu Pan'er without showing any trace, the young man勉强 squeezed out a smile: “Thank you for the reminder, miss.”
“You're welcome, young master.”
Nodding, Gu Pan'er didn't say anything more, and stepped past the young man, as if she was about to go home.
But after walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped and looked back at the young man.
“Miss, what's wrong?”
The young man's expression was not very natural: “I'm not here to burn incense, but to talk to the abbot about some things.”
“Oh, I don't have anything to do, then I won't delay you, young master...”
Gu Pan'er lowered her head, her tone a little more trembling than just now.
In the young man's suddenly wary gaze, she quickly turned and walked away, but the hands in her sleeves were clenched tightly.
Because just now, Gu Pan'er suddenly realized that in the moment Yun'an Temple disappeared, the person lying between the several black pillars seemed to be Wei Changtian.
