In the wilderness under the Hanging Temple, the monks who walked were all punished by the Discipline Academy, and naturally they had little patience with the believers, and the severity was even more terrible than that of the nobles in the tribes.

The monk by the lake was able to make the believers kneel so close to each other, and he did not frown because of the unpleasant smell on their bodies, and he looked extremely calm and natural.

This monk is so extraordinary, he is naturally Jun Mo.

Across the lake, the wind was a little strong, Ning Que listened casually, didn't hear what the second senior brother was talking about, took the little girl's hand and walked over there, and gradually quickened his pace.

At this moment, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves on the side of the meadow, and more than a dozen mighty and majestic men galloped on horses, led by the man in fur, waving the leather whip in his hand, and looked at the herdsmen kneeling on the ground in the field and shouted a few words, probably to ask them to disperse.

The herdsmen got up in fear, wanting to disperse, and fearing that the master whom the tribe had so managed to invite would be whipped with a leather whip, and waved their hands in a hurry to defend the man on horseback.

"Master Bayi, this is ......"

Before he finished speaking, the leather whip was swung down fiercely, and landed on the shoulder of an old herdsman, drawing out a blood mark, which was still because the man did not sit firmly, otherwise if he let this whip be real, I was afraid that the old herdsman's shoulder would be torn off a piece of flesh and blood, how vicious it was.

The men who followed the noble man drew their sabers from their saddles, shouted at the herdsmen by the lake, did not enter and waved their swords to intimidate, and even urged their mounts to drive them away.

The noble man looked at Jun Mo, who was surrounded by the herdsmen, and shouted sharply: "The Living Buddha said that he is an evil person of a foreign sect, and he is not a master at all!

The herdsmen looked at the nobleman on the horse in horror, but they didn't get out of the way, not because they were brave enough to dare to disobey Lord Bayi's orders, but because they firmly believed that Jun Mo was the guru, otherwise how could they be so merciful to their lowly self, so they were very afraid that Lord Bayi would hurt the master and would be punished by the Buddha.

The noble man also knew that he couldn't tell these stupid pariahs clearly, so he raised the horsewhip in his hand, pointed at Jun Mo and said, "Tie up this cripple, the living Buddha said that he would burn him to death." ”

The men responded in unison, and rushed towards the lake with their horses in their bellies, their knives reflecting the sunlight and appearing extremely sharp, and the herdsmen were bluffed into fleeing in all directions.

Seeing that the yellow-clothed monk was about to be knocked down, the noble man's eyes became cruel, the living Buddha did say that he would capture this evil man alive and burn him to death, but this evil man dared to instigate his slave to rebel, before burning him, how could he suffer some living crimes, whether to cut off his ear, or cut off his remaining left arm, or peel off his face?

Thinking like this, the noble man suddenly felt a cold wind hitting the back of his head, where did he have time to dodge, only to feel a chill in his ears, followed by a light left shoulder, and then a wetness on his face.

Waves were born in the blue water of the lake, as if a strange beast was about to come ashore, only to see a black shadow break through the waves, roar through the air and fly, and finally fall into the hands of the yellow-clothed monk.

It was a square, thick iron sword.

Jun Mo swung his sword, more than ten human heads broke through the air, and more than ten blood flowers sprayed wildly from the necks of those men towards the extraordinarily high sky, as if to wash away this sinful sky.

Although the iron sword is generous, the person who uses the sword never knows what generosity is, he only knows the truth of squareness.

There was no fierce picture, not even a battle, Jun Mo just swung a sword, and it was over in one breath.

The noble man looked at this scene, his face was pale, and he couldn't speak for a long time with his mouth open, and then he gradually felt pain, and when he reached out and touched it, he found that his face was all blood.

The iron sword broke through the lake and fell into Jun Mo's hand, just passing by his mount, just by wiping his body, the noble man lost one ear, broke an arm, and had a piece of flesh and blood on his face.

The nobleman's face was covered with blood, his ears and arms were broken, and he looked extremely miserable, and when he found out about this qiē, he was even more painful and frightened, and he almost fainted.

is worthy of being a person who lives in such a harsh environment, he actually managed not to fall off the horse, but just looked at Jun Mo's eyes by the lake, and he had already become extremely frightened.

The noble man did not expect that this cult demon would be so powerful, and he did not hesitate to pull the reins with his remaining arm, and rode towards his tribe on his mount.

He didn't dare to turn back, nor did he dare to say anything cruel, let the demon wait for him to come back to take revenge, of course, he would definitely come back to take revenge, and when the time came, he would kill all the people here.

The scattered herdsmen gradually walked back, looking at the dozen corpses by the lake, and the horses that were a little confused by the loss of their owners, and their eyes were also very confused.

Living in the cruel underworld, they had seen a lot of bloody pictures, and even more cruel pictures than this, but they never imagined that the most powerful butchers of Lord Bayi would one day be turned into dead people in such a simple way.

Looking at the yellow-clothed monk by the lake, people knelt down again, their faces full of awe and fear, and a faint uneasiness, not knowing what to do next.

The old herdsman from before walked up to Jun Mo and knelt down, kissed the ground in front of his shoes, and said in a trembling voice, "Great and merciful Master, please leave quickly." ”

Jun Mo looked at the top of his head expressionlessly, and said, "Because I will affect you if I stay?"

"No!"

The old herdsman raised his head, his dark face was full of wrinkles, and the wrinkles were full of painful tears, and said, "If you can have time, you will definitely become the most powerful guru, and even a living Buddha, but although you are strong now, it is still not enough, and as for us, we will definitely die, please don't worry." ”

Jun Mo's expression gradually became gentle, and he said, "That person will come with countless swords and arrows and even the living Buddha you said in your mouth, so I want to stay here." ”

The old herdsman said in a trembling voice: "Even if you can kill all the warriors of Master Bayi, and even defeat the Living Buddha, that will anger the Buddha on the Divine Mountain......

"Buddha?"

Jun Mo looked at the extremely high mountain in the distance, and said expressionlessly: "In your opinion, that sacred mountain is very high, but if you have the opportunity to walk on the ground, you will know that that mountain is actually very low, and when you look at it from the ground, it is just an inconspicuous small mound." ”

Hearing this, the lake suddenly became extremely quiet, and only the tail of the fish in the lake that had been frightened by the iron sword could be heard swimming around, and the herdsmen's expressions were very confused.

They had never heard such a thing, they didn't know what the ground was, wasn't the field where they were standing wasn't the ground? Was there any other ground? Where was that ground? Why did they stand on that ground and look at Mount Kinabalu like a small mound? No, how could Mount Kinabalu be a small mound?

A childish voice broke the silence.

The little girl Ning Que was holding asked curiously, "Master, where is the ground you are talking about?"

The herdsmen on the shores of the lake looked terrified, and in their opinion, the little girl should not ask this question, because it would mean blasphemy against the sacred mountain and the Buddha.

A middle-aged woman, who was probably the mother of the little girl, was even more frightened and pale, and wanted to step forward to drag her back and beat her, but found that her daughter was holding a stranger and did not dare to step forward.

Jun Mo saw Ning Que and Sang Sang, he was slightly stunned, then ignored them, and said to the little girl: "We are now underground, and the ground is above." ”

He pointed behind him and said, "Climb this cliff and you'll be on the ground." ”

Behind him was the extremely high and steep cliff that had imprisoned countless generations of serfs and herdsmen in the ground for countless years, and in Sangsang's words, the wall of the well, in fact, the wall of a prison.

The herdsmen followed his fingers and looked at the cliff, but there was no end in sight, and there were often clouds and mist, thinking to themselves that this cliff was almost as high as a sacred mountain, how could it be possible to climb it?

For countless years, no one has ever climbed this cliff, and in the teachings of the monks, this thought has gradually turned into blasphemy against the Buddha, who would dare to try?

The herdsmen looked at the cliff and suddenly woke up to find that they really wanted to see what the "ground" above the cliff was.

Jun Mo looked at these herdsmen and asked, "Don't you really want to know what's on it?"

No one answered him, and the old herdsman said reverently, "Master, that place is the kingdom of the Buddha, and is it a place where mortals who have sinned so much can go?"

Jun Mo ignored him, looking at the crowd, wanting to hear someone give a different answer, but after a long time, the lake was still quiet.

His expression looked a little tired, a little disappointed.

At this moment, the little girl Ning Que was holding spoke up.

I don't know if it's because Ning Que's hands are very warm, which brings a lot of courage to the little girl, and she whispers in a voice as clear as a lake: "I want to go up and have a look." ”

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the little girl, and her mother even fainted.

The little girl lowered her head, looking a little uneasy and frightened.

Ning Que gently squeezed her hand and said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid. ”

The little girl looked up courageously. Pointing to a place in the middle of the cliff, he said, "I didn't just want to, but I really went up, and although I didn't climb very high, I climbed there." ”

"There, I could see farther, and I saw the lamb that ran to the other side of the Golan, and then I found it, and then I saw a snow-lotus flower on the cliff.

The little girl looked at the people and said.

The herdsmen on the shore of the lake raised their heads in shock, followed the little girl's thin fingers and looked at the cliff, and found that it was not high, and it was indeed possible to climb up, and there was actually a snow lotus there?

"No matter how high the cliff is, as long as you dare to climb, then one day you can climb to the highest place, but if you don't dare to climb, then no matter how close the snow lotus is, how can you see it?"

Jun Mo looked at the cliff and said calmly.

(Chapter 4, still today...... I was brave enough to say it, but it was later, because I was hungry and hadn't eaten dinner yet, and the fifth chapter was about to be about one o'clock. ）