The Buddha hall has been in ruins, no one saw the chessboard, at this time heard Master Qishan say that the chessboard has been destroyed, I couldn't help but be shocked and speechless, thinking that even if Qi Nian broke the silence for sixteen years, coupled with the iron sword of Mr. Shu Er, it should not destroy the chessboard left by the Buddha, and what shocked some people even more was that Master Qishan said that he was not sure whether Ning Que and the daughter of the Hades King were dead or alive.

The abbot of Langke Temple had his left leg cut off by an iron sword, and he was lying in the autumn rain covered in blood, looking at the body of Master Baoshu in Qu Nimadi's arms with a pale face, and suddenly cried bitterly after being stunned for a long time.

Thinking of the countless deaths and injuries of his fellow disciples today, the abbot's body kept trembling, and then he climbed to the stone steps with his hands on the ground, and cried to Master Qishan and said, "Why are you doing this? Do you want the whole world to perish?

Master Qishan looked at his disciple with pity, glanced at Qi Nian again, and said slowly: "A hundred years ago, I left the Hanging Temple and came to the world, I have lived here for the longest time, and the deeper my love for this place is, but we have chosen different paths for how to protect the world. ”

Qi Nian said: "Uncle Shi, have you ever thought that the path you chose for the world is different from the choice of most people, and it is very likely to be wrong. ”

A smile appeared on Master Qishan's tired face, and he said, "I am Qishan, I am not Qishan, so the path I chose in this life has always been a wrong path in the eyes of the world. ”

After saying this. The master slowly closed his eyes. Leaning on the arms of the sea-watching monk.

The body of the monk who watched the sea was drenched by the autumn rain, and at this time, his heart also felt cold and wet, and he stretched out his trembling fingers to the master's nose, and tears couldn't stop overflowing his eyes.

The master passed away.

Decades ago, Master Qishan turned the tide and saved countless people, but he himself contracted a serious illness, his cultivation realm was completely destroyed, and he had fought against the disease for many years, and his blood had already withered. Now that he is old and decrepit, today he said the truth to help Ning Que retreat from the seven thoughts, and forcibly opened the chessboard world, and his life was over.

Jun Mo looked at the emaciated master's body in the arms of the sea viewing monk. Bow slowly.

The abbot of the Rotten Ke Temple, who was scolding the master, was stunned, crying and laughing a little nervously, and then knelt down.

In front of the stone steps of the Buddha hall, all those who could still stand saluted the body of the master.

This kind of respect is not because Master Qishan is the real elder of the Ranke Temple and the highest great virtue of the Buddhist sect, but because the master has proved his compassion and kindness with a hundred years of his life, even if the vast majority of people in the world will oppose the choice that the master made before he died. But absolutely no one dared to question his virtues.

The autumn rain is slightly dispersed.

A scholar appeared in front of the ruins of the Buddha hall, and the sudden rain drenched all the cotton jackets on his body, and the blood coagulated cotton trembled slightly outside the cotton cloth, like frosted flowers and fruits.

Listening to the cry at the stone steps, he walked over, and everyone hurried out of the way.

The senior brother walked to the body of Master Qishan, thinking about the letters that the two of them had communicated over the years, thinking of the master's earnest hopes on the letterhead, his face showed a smile, and he squatted down to hold the master's cool right hand. whispered a few words.

Jun Mo looked at his back and said, "The master said that the life and death of the little junior brother and Sang Sang are unknown. ”

The elder brother stood up and looked at the sky in the rain, his eyes narrowed slightly in the sudden rain, and his face looked very pale and haggard. Suddenly, he turned and walked up the stone steps.

The Buddha hall has become a ruin, and the senior brother waved his cotton sleeves lightly. The cotton poked out of the cracked openings in his cotton coat drifted away, and the masonry and gravel around his body were quickly emptied at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jun Mo knew that Senior Brother had forcibly broken through the realm too many times today, and if it continued like this, it would have an irreparable impact on Senior Brother's cultivation state of mind, and said, "Senior Brother, I'll do it." ”

The elder brother said, "I'm in a hurry. ”

He has always acted and walked without urgency, slow and logical, and even slow to make people a little panicked, but today he has become the most anxious person in the world, and his anxiety is naturally Ning Que's life and death.

Jun Mo didn't say anything more, grabbed the iron sword and thrust it into the ground, and began to assist the senior brother.

In a very short period of time, the ruins of the Buddha Hall were cleared by the two of them, and even the foundation of the Buddha Hall was dug up by Jun Mo, but they still did not find the chessboard.

Could it really be as Master Qishan said, the chessboard left by the Buddha was destroyed?

But even if you destroy miè, you should leave some traces.

The autumn rain became more and more urgent, and there was a dead silence around the ruins of the Buddha hall, except for the sound of rain, nothing could be heard, and the rain gradually poured into the dug foundation, gradually accumulating puddles everywhere.

The senior brother looked at the puddles in the ruins, and suddenly his expression changed slightly.

In the deepest part of the foundation of the Buddha hall, there is still a remnant of the iron sword wide and straight traces of the earthen wall surrounding, faintly can see a tower base about abbot Xu Fangyuan, the tower base does not know how many years it has been buried under the Buddha hall, it has long been dilapidated, there is a dry well in the middle of the tower base that is filled with sealed soil, and the wellhead is broken early.

Jun Mo swept to the side of the tower, stabbed again with an iron sword in his hand, and then shook his head.

There is no gap in the sealed soil in the dry well, and there is no passage at all under it, even if Ning Que and Sang Sang give up the black carriage, it is impossible to escape from here.

With such a broken well and a ruined wall, where can you open all over the purple and red?

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Ye Su and the others watched them rummage through the ruins and dig out the foundation of the Buddha Temple, and they were always silent, because they knew that Mr. Big and Mr. Second looked silent and calm at this time, but in fact, their feelings were on the verge of breaking out.

The senior brother walked out of the ruins, walked in front of Qi Nian, looked at him silently for a long time, and said with self-reproach: "In Chang'an City, I shouldn't discuss this matter with you, I always thought that since you are a Buddhist and yearn for it, then you should always have some compassion." ”

Qi Nian was covered in blood, but his expression was calm, and he said: "Taking advantage of Mr. Great's trust in the Buddha Sect is an evil thing I do, but I do this precisely because the Buddha Sect has great compassion for the human world. ”

The senior brother shook his head, sighed and said, "There is no small compassion for a lonely and weak woman, where does the great compassion come from, even if there is, what is the meaning of this great compassion?"

Listening to these words, there was silence in front of the ruins of the back temple, and everyone, especially the monks who watched the sea and the abbot of the Rotten Ke Temple, and other people who practiced Buddhism were thoughtful, and their expressions changed slightly.

"The teacher once said that I am a bright and clear mountain stream, I have never encountered a real fork and a quagmire, and I am much luckier than the little junior brother, until today I was deceived and used by you, I did not understand what the teacher meant by this sentence, and I also felt this pain and anger for the first time. ”

Senior Brother looked at Qi Nian and continued: "I won't fight, otherwise I will definitely fight with you at this time, or when I learn to fight in the future, I will go to the Hanging Temple to find you." ”

Jun Mo looked at Qi Nian and said indifferently: "Because of Master Qishan's last wish, I will not kill you today, after my academy finds the little junior brother, the little junior brother will go to the Hanging Temple to kill you, if the academy is sure that the little junior brother can no longer be found, then I will accompany the senior brother to the Hanging Temple to find you, please go back and preach the first seat." ”

The words are different, it tells the same thing, and the people in the autumn rain suddenly felt cold, and silently thought, is the academy preparing to declare war on the Hanging Temple?

Sword Pavilion Cheng Ziqing leaned on the stone steps, looked at the silent Seven Thoughts, and couldn't help but think that if he was a monk of the Hanging Temple, he would definitely have to pray to the Buddha to bless Ning Que alive at this time.

If Ning Que died, would the Hanging Temple be able to withstand the academy's violent revenge?

Qi Nian was not moved, looked at the academy in front of him and said calmly: "This is the will of the Buddha, how can mortals move? Ning Que and the daughter of the Hades King must die, if the academy wants to destroy the Buddha, see if it can be destroyed." ”

"The Buddha was also a mortal back then. ”

Jun Mo looked up at the stone statue of the Buddha on the peak of the tile mountain in the distance in the rainy sky, looked at the compassionate and solemn face of the stone Buddha, and looked at the Buddha light that was still faintly released in the broken palm of the stone Buddha, and was disgusted and angry.

"From today onwards, bald donkeys will not be allowed to enter my Tang realm. ”

After saying this, his face was slightly pale, the wide robe on his body fluttered against the rain, and the wide straight iron sword took off from his hand, instantly piercing the layers of rain curtains and stabbing at the stone statue of the Buddha on the top of the mountain in the distance.

The stone statue of the Buddha on the summit of Washan Mountain is incomparably tall, as if the real Buddha overlooks the world.

Compared to the stone statue of the Buddha, the iron sword is like a very inconspicuous small piece of iron.

However, the iron sword is infused with Jun Mo's most violent feelings, the most contemptuous attitude, and the most absolute order, where can a stone Buddha with no sense and ignorance contend with?

The right hand of the stone statue of the Buddha was broken at the wrist, falling from a very high air, startling the goshawk, chaotic autumn rain, I don't know how long it took, before it fell to the ground, making a huge muffled sound.

There are several more horizontal lines on the face of the stone statue of the Buddha, and when you look at it from a distance, it seems that it has been playfully played by a naughty boy with ink threads, and the look of compassion suddenly becomes extremely funny.

The lines were cut out of the iron sword, penetrating deep into the back of the Buddha's head, and after a few moments, the face of the Buddha began to crumble, and the rocks continued to fall.

On the stone statue of the Buddha, huge rocks continue to peel off, and then the speed of collapse gradually accelerates.

The thunderous crash sounded from the summit of Tile Mountain. Countless smoke and dust rose into the sky, and even the showers could not extinguish it in a short time, and the vibration of the top of the mountain even spread to the Ranke Temple at the foot of the mountain.

Hundreds of boulders began to roll down the mountain, and the sound of thousands of horses and horses was terrifying, and they followed the mountain towards the already dilapidated Rotten Ke Temple.

The people in the back temple were so shocked that they began to run towards the front temple of the middle temple with the help of their wounded companions or the body of the deceased.

In the countless crashing sounds, the stone statue of the Buddha collapsed into a boulder, easily smashed through the ancient temple wall, crushed the remains of the Buddha hall even more, ran over the stone floor, crushed the residual bell, terrifying.

I don't know how long it took, but it was finally calm, and the smoke and dust gradually receded, and the people who avoided the square in front of the temple gradually turned around in horror and looked back, only to see that most of the rotten Ke Temple was filled with boulders and flattened.

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(The next chapter, fight for it before twelve o'clock.) ）()