MM Racing Chapter 5185 Who is right and who is wrong between us?
Chapter 5185 Who is right and who is wrong between us?
Chapter 5185 Who is right and who is wrong between us?
Ye Beijing looked at Miao Lianhua, whose gaze paused slightly, but she did not show any hostility.
"Can I come along?" Ye Beijing asked with a smile.
"Of course, please come in." Miao Lianhua nodded slightly, her every move dignified and elegant.
Hua Can's face twitched slightly, as if he felt uneasy all over after Ye Beijing appeared.
Ye Beijing moved closer to Hua Can and patted him on the shoulder.
"After all these years, you look much better. You're no longer the naive girl you used to be." Ye Beijing said, then covered her mouth and let out a silvery laugh.
Hua Can frowned, then immediately dodged Ye Beijing.
"As expected, all men are like this. They have forgotten the vows they once made to me, and now they are showing their disgust towards me."
Ye Beijing began his performance, which seemed to be working well on Hua Can. Throughout the entire performance, Hua Can didn't dare to utter a single word.
It seems that Ye Beijing knows about Hua Can's many shameful past deeds, but she doesn't seem to be able to do anything about it.
"Ye Beijing, what's past is past, there's no need to bring it up again!" Hua Can said, somewhat annoyed.
"What's wrong with you, you old fogey? I just brought it up, do you want to fight?" Ye Beijing immediately put her hands on her hips, leaned forward, and glared at Hua Can with her beautiful eyes.
"I have no interest in that. I just hope that some things... will not be mentioned again. I don't want to hear them." Hua Can really had no temper in front of Ye Beijing. What kind of shameful thing could make such a strong man cower in front of a woman?
"That's none of your business. I'm ready to fight anytime, but there will be consequences if you lose." Ye Beijing was not afraid of Hua Can at all, and even gave him a flirty wink.
Hua Can's expression immediately turned even uglier, and he had no choice but to turn his head away, trying his best not to look at her.
Leading a group of sword slaves, they followed Miao Lianhua into the spatial rift. The scene before them suddenly opened up, solemn Buddhist chants cleansed their minds, and endless Buddhist light shone in all directions. This was the core of the Divine Buddha Holy Domain, the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Buddhas!
They arrived at a majestic, enormous golden Buddha statue, its radiance dazzling. It slowly opened its eyes, which contained boundless wisdom, and a figure emerged from them, with a round head, much larger than that of an ordinary person, and its hands clasped together.
"Hua Can, ten thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. How have you been?"
Hua Can stood on the divine sword, hovering in mid-air, looking down at others with an arrogant air: "Little monk, your Taoist magic has truly been perfected, but in my opinion, it is ultimately just a mirage, unable to save you from much suffering."
Hua Can's words, delivered with his usual condescending tone, bluntly attacked the core concepts of Buddhism and Taoism.
Buddha Mija was not offended. His body was surrounded by Buddhist light, and when he spoke, it was as if he were murmuring Sanskrit Buddhist scriptures: "Your words are wrong, Heavenly Venerable. Where the Buddha's light shines, it can save people from suffering. Although the other shore is far away, if you have a compassionate heart, every step is a form of cultivation. Even someone as powerful as you, Heavenly Venerable, who uses force to oppress people and enslave sentient beings, what you gain is nothing more than illusory control and an emptiness in your heart."
Hua Can scoffed, a glint of sword energy flashing in his eyes: "Emptiness? Power is the truth!"
"In this vast universe, the law of the jungle prevails, and your compassion is nothing but an excuse for the weak and a shackle for the strong. I will use the sword in my hand to restore order to the world and clear away obstacles; this is the righteous path."
"All living beings? They are nothing but ants that depend on the strong for survival. How can they be saved? The greatest compassion is that I give them space to live and strong people to depend on!"
“I am a slave to the sword, but are you, all living beings, not slaves to your gods and Buddhas? What is there to be surprised about?”
The two cultivated different practices, and the Buddhist light and sword energy subtly clashed, causing the space to tremble. Many golden Buddha statues turned their heads to listen attentively, their minds trembling. Xiao Yan, standing behind Hua Can, had a calm and indifferent gaze, showing no emotion towards what the two said.
"Come on, tell me, who's right and who's wrong between us?" Hua Can suddenly turned his gaze to Xiao Yan and asked.
"How can I, a mere fourth-level cultivator, judge what you two have cultivated and comprehended? To discuss this with my shallow understanding would only invite ridicule, let alone talk about right and wrong." Although Xiao Yan was currently a sword slave, he remained neither humble nor arrogant.
It wasn't Ye Beijing's arrival that gave him confidence, but rather that he had never been afraid in the first place; he simply didn't want to lose this original god clone.
“What this young benefactor says is correct. There is no right or wrong in this world. I am what I am, and I am nothing. The world exists because of me, and the world dies because of me. Amitabha.”
Buddha Amitabha clasped his hands together and nodded slightly to Xiao Yan, causing Hua Can to raise an eyebrow.
"Hey, you little monk, you're quite the smooth talker."
"Our conflict over Daoist beliefs has been a long and arduous one, so let's have a game of chess. With this world as our board and all living beings as our pieces, let's see if your compassionate salvation can turn the tide, or if my strength will prevail. Let's just treat this as a pastime."
Buddha Amitabha clasped his hands together and smiled slightly: "Your Excellency's refined taste is certainly within my pleasure."
A colossal void chessboard appeared amidst the Buddha's light, its patterns shaped like laws. Both Hua Can and the Buddha looked up, with the Buddha taking the white piece and moving first. With each move, it seemed as if lotus flowers were blooming, accompanied by chanting. The chess pieces contained boundless compassion and power, drawing upon the peaceful energy of heaven and earth, attempting to dissolve the malevolent energy and killing intent on the chessboard.
Hua Can's offensive was like a storm, his black pieces moving with sword-like energy, pressing forward relentlessly, full of aggression and destructive intent. Every piece he made bore a strong personal imprint, pursuing absolute control and crushing dominance. Dark clouds loomed over the chessboard, filled with murderous intent.
Their moves were actually a clash of the power of rules, and when Xiao Yan looked up, he saw countless illusions.
This represents the shared fate of countless lives. The Buddha's chess style is steady, using softness to overcome hardness, building layer upon layer of Buddhist barriers to defuse Hua Can's fierce offensive, ultimately retreating.
However, Hua Can's power was indeed unparalleled. Although the Buddha's plan was ingenious, it was always suppressed. After three consecutive defeats, the smug look on Hua Can's face grew stronger, and the Buddha's light in the hall seemed to dim a bit.
"It seems that your 'path of salvation' is nothing but a facade in the face of absolute power, little monk," Hua Can said flippantly, with the arrogance of a victor.
His gaze swept over the group of silent sword slaves behind him, finally settling on Xiao Yan, a hint of probing and mockery flashing in his eyes.
“The Celestial Venerable is superior, but I have won against all living beings,” Buddha Miga said slowly.
"In the fourth round, it's his turn." Hua Can pointed at Xiao Yan: "Let my sword slave lead the way and test the Buddha's Zen Heart."
Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Xiao Yan behind them in astonishment. Miao Lianhua frowned slightly, but her eyes also revealed curiosity.
Upon learning Xiao Yan's identity, she did not believe that Xiao Yan was merely a fourth-level being, but rather someone who had once been all-powerful and even stronger than the Nine Yang Heavenly Venerable before her.