FVN Chapter 32 Gun Technique is Also a Law
Chapter 32 Gun Technique is Also a Law
Facing Jiang Feng's expectant gaze, Cui Ying forced a smile and said, "I will do my best!"
At this moment, Zhi Zao also gave the order: "All disciples, heed my command! Follow Miss Cui out of the hall, subdue the people who have stormed the mountain, and try your best not to harm them!"
The monks of the Tiantai sect quickly organized themselves, searched for weapons, and followed Cui Ying out of the main hall.
The sounds of close combat immediately rang out outside, and the main hall was emptied, leaving only three Mahayana monks, Jiang Feng, Yang Jian, and Zhi Zao.
Yang Jian waved his right hand, sending a Mahayana monk flying out of the main hall. He then flew after him and began to fight him.
Zhi Zao made a mudra and rushed toward Fa Nan with bloodshot eyes, but was stopped by another young monk.
Jiang Feng had now recovered most of his magical power and was watching Fa Nan warily.
Fa Nan made no move, calmly looking at Jiang Feng and said, "When the Ten Abodes Mahayana Technique is cultivated to its highest level, it can break all magic in the world. Let me see what level you have cultivated to."
Jiang Feng said, "You're ugly, you go first!"
Fa Nan raised his eyebrows slightly, and with his right hand, a huge, blood-red palm as tall as a person appeared in front of Jiang Feng in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Feng flipped his right hand, and an AK47 appeared in his hand. He used his left hand to press the gun down, and the sound of gunfire rang out.
The bullets formed from magical power instantly tore through the giant hand and rained down on Fa Nan.
Fa Nan's expression changed drastically, and he took a step to the side, moving out of the range of the bullets.
Jiang Feng said arrogantly, "The 'Ten Abodes Mahayana Technique' can break all laws? I'd like to see if it can break my spear technique!"
After saying that, he opened fire on Fa Nan again!
A moment later, the smoke cleared.
Fa Nan was in a disheveled state, his monk's robe was tattered and torn, and there was a bloody hole on his right shoulder from which blood kept gushing out.
He could no longer maintain his composure and said through gritted teeth, "This isn't magic at all!"
Jiang Feng scoffed, "Who says this isn't magic? The Mechanical Buddha once said to his disciples in the Great Hall of Mount Ling: 'Ballistics is also a path, and marksmanship is also a law!'"
The persecution of the law: "@#￥%￥#@……"
What kind of Buddha is a mechanical Buddha?!
He now suspects that he may have encountered a real demonic monk!
Fa Nan was so angry that he blew on his beard: "Nonsense! He really is a demonic monk!"
Jiang Feng sneered: "So, when someone calls you a demonic monk, you'd better be true. Otherwise, you're in for a world of trouble."
"Let's see who's truly stronger, the two of us, the eldest and the second eldest, put our skills to the test!"
After saying that, he pulled the trigger and opened fire on Fa Nan again!
When Jiang Feng goes berserk, he's like a perpetual motion machine, firing indiscriminately while taking time to consume pills to replenish his mana.
The entire Buddhist hall was filled with smoke and fire. Zhizao and the young monks of the Mahayana sect, fearing being accidentally injured, tacitly withdrew from the hall.
In the smoke, only Jiang Feng's arrogant figure blocking the doorway and Fa Nan's disheveled evasiveness remained.
After an unknown amount of time, the AK47 in Jiang Feng's hand clicked, and the bullets formed by his magical power could no longer be fired.
Fa Nan, panting heavily, steadied himself, bending over with exhaustion, letting beads of sweat the size of mung beans slide down his face.
Seeing Jiang Feng's grim expression, he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Why did you stop? Did the magic artifact break?"
"Hahaha, good always triumphs over evil! Your death is nigh!"
Fa Nan roared, unleashing all his magical power, which surged forth from his body. His hands rapidly formed hand seals, and a phantom of a three-faced, six-armed demon god appeared before him.
The demon god had a pair of huge, curved horns on its head, a golden halo behind its back, and eerie purple skin. It swung its two swords and slashed fiercely at Jiang Feng!
Jiang Feng's eyes were cold. He threw the broken AK47 on the ground, flipped his hands, and another brand new AK47 appeared in his hands.
After a burst of gunfire, the phantom of the demon god vanished along with the smoke billowing from the gun barrels.
Fa Nan's smile instantly froze on his face: "..."
No way, how come such a powerful magical artifact has a spare?!
"Surprised? Unexpected?"
Jiang Feng pointed his gun at the exhausted Fa Nan and said, "I can mercifully tell you that if I work at full power, I can forge a dozen of these weapons every day!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Feng pulled the trigger, instantly riddling Fa Nan's body with bullets.
That wasn't all. He walked a few steps to Fa Nan, took out his Vajra Pestle, and stabbed it into the top of Fa Nan's head.
"Go to hell! I'm showing you mercy and giving you a chance to live. You will be reborn from hell whenever Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva becomes a Buddha."
As he spoke, he took out some flammable oil, poured it on him, and set him on fire, while chanting scriptures.
Despite being engulfed in flames, Fa Nan was still alive. As Jiang Feng recited the scriptures, his voice was filled with deep fear.
"Are you reciting the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sutra? Stop it, stop right now—"
When Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will attain Buddhahood, just like when Maitreya will appear in the world to attain Buddhahood, are both unsolved mysteries in Buddhism!
Jiang Feng directly sent his soul to the eighteenth level of hell to be tortured, without mentioning a time limit. This meant he would suffer in hell for eternity!
"Please let me go. I'll give you anything you want. Do you want to be an emperor? Or do you want immortality? I can make that happen for you, just please stop chanting..."
However, no matter how much he begged for mercy, Jiang Feng ignored him and focused solely on reciting the scriptures.
Before long, a passage leading to the eighteenth level of hell opened.
The soul of the monk was drawn by an invisible force and plunged rapidly into hell, at which point the passage closed.
[Your compassion has led you to offer a glimmer of hope to those who are destined for eternal damnation. Your boundless love has moved Heaven, and you have been rewarded with mastery of the "Heavenly Demon Freedom Method."]
Jiang Feng swallowed a pill, then let out a long breath and carried his spear to the outside of the main hall.
By this time, the temple was filled with wounded people, and hundreds of monks lay on the ground groaning with bloodied heads.
All the people who had taken the madness drug were immobilized by Cui Ying's immobilization talisman, and Cui Ying sat on the ground, pale-faced, to regulate her breathing.
Jiang Feng stepped forward and put a pill into her mouth.
Cui Ying's complexion gradually regained its color, and she opened her eyes to look at Jiang Feng: "Where is Fa Nan?"
Jiang Feng said, "I'll send you to hell, never to be reborn."
Cui Ying smiled and said, "That's good. I was worried you'd let him die too easily."
At this moment, Zhi Zao also came over, clutching his shoulder, and said, "I've taken care of things here, only Senior Brother Xiao's side is left."
Jiang Feng looked into the distance and saw Yang Jian and the young monk from the Mahayana sect fighting evenly, with neither able to gain the upper hand.
Jiang Feng: "..."
I suspect you're faking it on me, but I have no proof!
After watching for a while, seeing that the two were still evenly matched, Jiang Feng could no longer bear it. He pulled out his gun, aimed, and blew the monk's head off!
Yang Jian approached with a displeased expression and said, "I've finally met a worthy opponent, why are you meddling in my affairs!"
Jiang Feng scoffed, "Evenly matched? I'm starting to suspect you could fight even a stray dog on the street!"
Yang Jian: "@#￥%￥#@……"