"Clang, clang..." The red and blue sword lights let out mournful cries. Though the sword qi was sharp and pierced straight into the Buddhist seal, blocking the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, the immense force within the seal still battered the sword lights dim. Had those sword lights not been formless, they would likely have snapped long ago.
"Oh?" The old monk was taken aback. Before he could understand how Xiao Hua had broken his Red Lotus Karmic Fire, "whoosh..." the sound of flowing water arose again from atop his gleaming bald head. Petals of heavenly flowers abruptly appeared, only to wither and shatter the instant they emerged, as though a desolate wind had swept past the old monk.
"Ah?" The old monk was greatly alarmed. He hurriedly slapped his chest with his backhand, and a layer of Buddhist light emerged from his chest, firmly shrouding his upper body.
"What a pity..." Xiao Hua sighed inwardly. He had just activated the Soul Stab technique in an attempt at a sneak attack, but the old monk's Niwan Palace actually had defenses as well. Though those heavenly flowers had been destroyed, the old monk had suffered no harm at all.
Even so, the old monk was inwardly shaken, and he could not help becoming wary of the unremarkable Confucian cultivator before him.
"Amitabha..." The old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name. Pinching a flower between the fingers of his right hand, he said, "In the mortal world, spring blossoms and autumn bears fruit; flowers bloom and fade, year after year they cease. Better to enter my Pure Land, without sleep or rest, without spring or autumn."
As the old monk waved his right hand, a gentle breeze carrying Buddhist light descended toward Xiao Hua. Within that breeze, Buddhist light flowed like rippling water, and