The rebellion spread like a prairie fire, affecting nearly a third of the tribes. The rebel army, which began the rebellion and is now the strongest, numbered more than 4,000.

This rebel army was so strong that it took a whole year to kill from the extremely distant cliff to less than two hundred miles from the giant peak!

Although it seems that the foundation of the Buddha Kingdom has not yet been truly shaken, the Hanging Temple has already felt a strong danger, and the monks cannot allow those rebels to ascend the sacred mountain.

Buddhism walks seven thoughts, in the hanging temple is also a super-first-class powerhouse, since the rebellion gradually flourished, he sat on the mountain road that must pass through the peak, quite someone is currently in the Qingxia before a husband pass, the power of ten thousand people, but as the rebels approached, he can no longer sit down.

Qi Nian knew what the biggest difference between this rebellion and the countless rebellions in the past countless years was, in the past, the rebellion in the underground world was just the instinctive anger of the serfs, but now in this rebellion, the serfs knew very well what they wanted, so they were so determined and brave.

There was a man who brought hope to the serfs and pointed them in a clear direction, and at the same time stood with the serfs and was forever in front of the battlefield.

Thinking of that person's name, Qi Nian's expression became solemn, and his eyes in the shadow of the hat became more and more determined, it was precisely because he knew that that person was in the rebel army that he would leave the peak and come to this battlefield, he knew that the three elders of the Discipline Academy might not be able to stop each other.

In the face of that person, no matter how cautious the Hanging Temple was, Qi Nian was even very sure that if the first seat was not immovable on the cliff floor, he would definitely take action in person this time.

In the distance, the battlefield was full of smoke and dust, and the wildest fighting sound erupted. Qi Nian woke up from his contemplation and looked at the silence, knowing that today's battle was almost over.

When twilight came, nearly a thousand of the great tribes died, and it was with great difficulty that the rebellious slaves were stopped at the end of the meadow, and the sound of wailing and groaning could be heard everywhere in the field.

The battle was temporarily suspended, and Qi Nian and the other monks looked at the meadow in the distance, and the emotions on their faces were a little complicated, in the camp of the rebellious serfs. There were a dozen very simple tents, old people were treating wounded young people, smoke rising from the side of the tents, and a large pot was set up on the fire, which was supposed to be boiling mutton. In front of the tent in the middle, you can faintly see a lot of people sitting around it, as if listening to someone.

The night underground is longer than the temple on the peak, and compared to the real world on the ground, it is even longer and a little tiresome, but Qi Nian is not tired of it. He stood quietly in the wilderness until the stars faded and the morning light fell again, and then he led the monks slowly towards the battlefield.

More than a dozen gorgeously dressed nobles. Kneeling on the meadow, looking excited and in awe, he did not dare to raise his head at all, for them. Those who come down from Mount Kinabalu are true Buddhas.

The cavalrymen had woken up and were washing and eating under the service of the slaves. Voices were heard from the rebel camp in the distant meadows, where there were no slaves, but old women, and children.

This rebel army, which fought from the edge of the cliff to the front of the peak, always carried the old, weak, sick and disabled families and orphans of the same clan, which was stupid and intimidating from a military point of view.

Qi Nian walked to the front, the nobles were pious and fanatical, and kept kissing the footprints he stepped on, he ignored these people, and quietly looked at the meadow in the distance,

The precept elder standing to his right looked at the meadow in the morning light, at the ragged but joyful slaves, and for some reason suddenly felt extremely angry.

"All sinners will go to hell. ”

With this cold verdict, the fierce battle began again, and the thousand cavalry gathered by several large tribes rushed towards the rebels on the opposite side, the horsemen on the horse brandished their snowy scimitars, shouted foul words in their mouths, and their bloodshot eyes were full of cruel expressions.

The equipment of the tribal cavalry is naturally countless times stronger than those rebellious serfs, especially the more than 200 cavalry who rushed to the front, and they are full of armor, which is in stark contrast to the enemy.

The sound of hooves was as fast as a torrential rain, and the blades were as bright as the sun, and the tribal cavalry rushed into the field hundreds of feet in front of the serfs, and the shouts of killing seemed to shatter the sky.

A rain of arrows fell.

With the eyes of the monks of the Hanging Temple, they can naturally see clearly that there are only dozens of archers in the rebellious serf formation, and the bows and arrows in their hands are so rudimentary, some of the arrows do not even have tail feathers on them, who can such arrows hit? Even if they hit, how can they shoot through armor?

There was a look of pity on the face of the Elder of the Precepts, which was naturally mockery, but Qi Nian's expression was still solemn - his eyesight was better, and he could clearly see that the arrows were not clustered, but were tied to prismatic stones.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind above the meadow, and this wind was a little strange, because it was not like the unpredictable direction of the wind in nature, and it was blowing non-stop, as if it had been ordered to blow straight towards the tribal cavalry.

Arrows without tail feathers can fly in such a violent wind, and they don't need any accuracy, and they become faster and faster in the wind, and even become a whistling arrow shadow!

Bang bang bang, dozens of dull crashing sounds sounded almost at the same time, and the tribal cavalry that rushed to the front fell to the ground like weeds cut by a sickle!

The cavalrymen who fell to the ground, rolling in pain, with bloody foam spraying in their mouths, where could they still get up, and the next moment they closed their eyes unwillingly.

There was a clear depression in the armor of the dead cavalrymen, and the rebellious serfs lacked food and clothing, let alone resources, and it was impossible to make sharp clusters of arrows, even with the help of that gust of wind, they could not shoot through their armor, but the arrows of the serfs were tied to stones, and they fell by the wind, and a stone was a hammer, which fell on the armor, and directly shook the organs of those cavalrymen!

The arrows and stones inflicted heavy casualties, but the number of tribal cavalry was too large, and the momentum of the charge was only slightly frustrated, and they continued to rush towards the opposite side, and the meadow was suddenly killed.

This is a very asymmetrical battle, the tribal cavalry is wearing iron armor or leather armor, holding sharp knives in their hands, and those serfs are in tattered clothes, dark and thin, some old and young, the weapons in their hands are very simple, most of them are holding bamboo spears in their hands, and a few serfs are even holding a bone in their hands, looking at the freshness, I am afraid that it is the leg of mutton bone stick in the pot yesterday!

For battle, equipment is really important, but what really matters, it is always the people, the serfs have no armor, no blades, but they have courage, desire, bones.

Looking at the cavalry surging like a stream of iron, the serfs turned pale, but they did not retreat, they raised the bamboo spears in their hands, even if their hands trembled as if they were shaving, but no one put down and fled.

Poof, the seemingly fragile bamboo spear pierced the seemingly hard armor!

The bamboo spear was broken by the great force of the cavalry, and the serfs, whose hands were shaken out with countless blood, shouted frantically and devoured the cavalryman.

The same scene took place everywhere around the meadow, where the seemingly invincible cavalry fell one after another in front of the seemingly vulnerable serf front, and then were piled up to death!

The cavalry lost their advantage in speed, and the serfs began to play with their numerical superiority, they picked up stones, waved bones, frantically surrounded the nearest cavalry, and then began to smash!

They smashed with stones, smashed the cuirass of the cavalry until it was deformed, smashed the head of the cavalry until it was deformed, they smashed it with the bone stick in their hands, smashed the cavalry alive, and then broke the leg bones of the opponent, the cavalry woke up in pain again, waved the knife in his hand indiscriminately, and then was finally stoned to death.

Blood was splattered everywhere on the meadow, there was the sound of broken legs everywhere, and the serfs were like wild beasts, screaming and smashing.

They have lived in this dark field for generations, they have been enslaved by nobles and teachers for generations, they have been stoned to death by these people, they have been knocked out of the bone by these people, and today it is finally their turn to smash these people, and it is their turn to break the bones of these people!

The Buddha always talked to his disciples and believers about reincarnation, about the cycle of cause and effect, about retribution being unpleasant, then this is retribution, this is cause and effect, this is reincarnation.

Looking at the bloody and tragic scenes on the battlefield, watching the tribe's increasingly unfavorable situation, there was no longer a look of compassion in the eyes of the precept elder, only anger and coldness.

Qi Nian was silent for a moment, and then said, "My Buddha is compassionate. ”

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

More than 100 monks and soldiers from the west peak of the Hanging Temple joined hands and proclaimed the Buddha in unison, and there was no compassion in their voices, only indifference and perseverance.

With this Buddha horn, the iron rods in the hands of the monks and soldiers were plunged into the field.

It was as if a thunderbolt exploded in the wilderness.

A powerful force spread from the bottom of the dense iron rod to the meadow, and the field shook uneasily, as if there was a vajra walking underground.

More than a dozen serfs were shocked and flew up, and then fell heavily, and they were actually shocked to death.

"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The monk soldier announced the Buddha again, pulled out the iron rod from the field, and swept towards the battlefield, for a time the stick shadow was heavy, the monk's clothes fluttered, and the indescribable solemnity was inexplicable.

Seeing the rebel serfs who had already won the victory, they suddenly listened to the sound of the Buddha's horn and looked at those monks and soldiers, their faces became very pale, and their eyes were full of horror.

For them, these monks and soldiers from the sacred mountain are living Buddhas.

They are mortals, how can they fight against the living Buddha? At this moment, a voice suddenly came to mind in the tent in the middle of the meadow, as if chanting scriptures.

Listening to that voice, the serfs' expressions suddenly became fierce, holding iron knives and bamboo spears, brandishing bone clubs full of knife marks, and rushing towards the monks.

The monks and soldiers were announcing the Buddha's horn, and the Buddha's horn sounded like thunder.

The serfs were also chanting, repeating the scripture that the man in the tent had recited, it was very short, they memorized it by heart, word by word, and the words were sonorous and powerful, like real thunder. (To be continued)