Although the old lama on the vehicle looked frail, in Xiao Ning's spiritual perception, his aura was as deep as the ocean, and his slightly aged body contained a terrifying energy that, once unleashed, would be earth-shattering.
"This bald monk is even more powerful than Zhang Sanfeng!"
This discovery startled Xiao Ning. However, upon closer inspection, he noticed a subtle discord in the old lama's aura beneath his imposing exterior, lacking the smooth and harmonious flow he had anticipated.
"It seems that the old bald monk's old wounds have not yet healed!"
With this discovery, Xiao Ning felt much more at ease.
Upon hearing this, the old lama opened his eyes and stared directly at Xiao Ning, secretly surprised that after so many years, someone would still recognize him.
"From which master does Benefactor Xiao come? How dare you recognize this old monk!"
The old lama said in a deep voice that he did not believe the so-called junior brother of Zhang Sanfeng.
At the same time, a strange spiritual force silently enveloped Xiao Ning.
Xiao Ning only needed to exchange a glance with the old lama to feel a dizzying sensation and be involuntarily pulled into an illusion.
He felt as if he had entered a fairyland, where countless Buddhas chanted in unintelligible Sanskrit, and countless beautiful fairies danced around him, displaying their charm and allure, captivating him completely.
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Chapter 73 Battle of the Grandmasters
Peerless celestial maidens, gods, Buddhas, immortals, demons, spiritual fruits, and elixirs...
A series of perplexing things unfolded before Xiao Ning's eyes. In a daze, a look of infatuation appeared on Xiao Ning's face, almost making him fall into it, forever unable to extricate himself.
Upon seeing this, Phagpa in the luxurious carriage smiled, his wrinkles almost obscuring his eyes.
He scoffed at him, thinking that this so-called Master Xiao of Wudang was nothing special, and that his own move was always effective without exception.
People like Xiao Ning, at least eighty or a hundred, have died at the hands of Phagpa.
Phagpa felt a sense of utter boredom; being invincible in the world was nothing compared to this.
Just then, something unexpected happened.
Seeing that he was about to succumb, Xiao Ning suddenly widened his eyes and shouted, "Chih!"
In an instant, he regained his senses.
Xiao Ning's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he was filled with lingering fear.
"This bald monk has incredibly powerful mental cultivation!"
Just now, caught off guard, he almost succumbed to the illusion. In the end, however, a thought arose in his mind: although all of this was very beautiful and he longed for it, it was precisely because it was too perfect that it gave him a sense of unreality.
With great perseverance, he pulled himself out of the illusion.
According to rumors, this old bald monk Phagpa is the reincarnation of Buddha, especially in the border areas of Tibet, where the idea of a reincarnated Living Buddha is known to almost every child.
Xiao Ning used to scoff at this, thinking it was nothing but a means to deceive believers.
However, after exchanging a few blows with Phagpa, Xiao Ning believed it. At least, if Phagpa's physical body were to wither and die now, with his powerful spiritual cultivation, he could possess it and be reborn, just like a true reincarnation of a living Buddha.
Coming to his senses, Xiao Ning was furious. This bald monk was so insidious. No wonder he was the patriarch of Master Lian Sheng. His methods were several times more sophisticated than Lian Sheng's.
He roared, "You bald monk, how dare you lay a hand on me!"
Seeing that Xiao Ning had broken free from the illusion, Phagpa was taken aback. Just now, when he and Xiao Ning looked at each other, he immediately used the "Highest Yoga Tantra" he had learned to create an illusion with his powerful mental strength and pull Xiao Ning's soul into it, trying to convert Xiao Ning.
However, Xiao Ning's performance was far beyond Ba Siba's expectations. He did not expect that Xiao Ning would break free.
However, despite his initial defeat, Phagpa didn't take it to heart. He clasped his hands together and said calmly:
“Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, your killing intent is too strong. Why not take refuge in the Buddha, receive the influence of the Dharma, remove the killing intent from your heart, and one day ascend to the Pure Land of the Buddha.”
Phagpa's words seemed to contain divine authority, each utterance carrying a powerful and persuasive force.
Upon hearing this, all the lamas around him looked at Phagpa with fanaticism in their eyes, put their hands together, and chanted scriptures.
In an instant, the sound of chanting resounded through the sky, and a sense of great tranquility, transcendence, and power spread out, making people wish they could join in.
Xiao Ning felt a surge of irritability and frustration. He understood that this was Phagpa using mental attacks.
Xiao Ning had only experienced this kind of mental attack once before, and had already figured out how to deal with it.
Xiao Ning gathered his energy in his dantian, and suddenly roared to the sky. A long roar, like the cry of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, broke through the sky full of Buddhist chants and suppressed them for a moment.
However, Xiao Ning understood that he had suppressed the chanting for a moment because the situation was sudden, the other side had a large number of people and was powerful, and Phagpa had an incredibly terrifying mental cultivation.
Competing with Phagpa in terms of mental strength is by no means a wise choice.
Therefore, after letting out a long roar, Xiao Ning immediately flew towards Phagpa as soon as he broke through the Sanskrit chant.
"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"
With his arms slightly bent, Xiao Ning unleashed an extremely powerful palm strike. A faint golden dragon-shaped energy could be seen condensing and taking shape dozens of feet away before rushing towards Phagpa.
Phagpa sat motionless on the lotus throne, as if he were a living Buddha, unmoved as a mountain.
"The Great Seal of Esoteric Buddhism!"
The instant Xiao Ning made his move, he raised his hands and clapped them together. A huge energy hand condensed in front of his chest and slowly clapped towards Xiao Ning.
"Boom!" A loud noise suddenly rang out.
As their palms clashed, a surge of energy rippled outwards. Centered on the exchange of blows between the two, the air seemed to ripple like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating visible waves.