Qi Nian looked at him with a complicated expression and said: "What kind of grudge do my Buddha have with your academy, from you to Ning Que, it seems that they are all going to be destroyed and then fast, and they will not give up." ”

Jun Mo said: "The academy does not do the right thing for the heavens, does not ask questions for the world, only does what it wants to do." I think there is a reason for us in one word, you are not beneficial to this world, why bother to save zài?"

Qi Nian pointed to a certain place in Yaping and said: "The pear blossoms that bloom in the mountains that no one knows are extremely beautiful, but no one can see them, and they are not beneficial to the world at all, so why bother?"

Jun Mo shook his head and said, "That pear tree wants to suck up the nutrients in the soil, and it wants to be greedy to seize the sun, and the weeds under the tree must have different ideas than you." Buddhism does not produce, but only makes people worship in the world, which is no different from Taoism, except that they are locusts, you are maggots, it is difficult to distinguish between high and low, and it is equally disgusting. ”

Qi Nian disagreed and said: "The paradise of Buddhism, countless former sages and great virtues have meditated for thousands of years, and they have their own spiritual beauty and thought beauty, I don't ask you to respect it, but at least you should leave some fire." ”

"The Buddha country is the paradise of all monks, the purgatory of all hooligans, beautiful fruits and jade, you can only enjoy them, the metaphysical is called the way, to talk about the Tao in the world, first of all, let most people live like people. ”

Jun Mo continued: "If you want to use the words of the little junior brother to convince me, I will also give you two words of the little junior brother." He once said: There will be steamed buns, there will be rice wine, there will be qiē, as long as people live, anything can be reborn...... For example, your beautiful fruits and jade, such as those Taos. ”

Qi Nian was silent for a long time and asked, "One more sentence?"

"There is another sentence: bald donkeys deserve to die, senior brother, what you said makes sense. ”

Jun Mo added: "The senior brother in his words. It's me. ”

Qi Nian laughed dumbly, laughing very painfully.

He was defeated by the iron sword today, the monks of the precept institute were either killed or seriously injured, and the monks and nobles in the tribe could no longer resist the frenzy formed by millions of slaves.

As a Buddhist walking in the world, Qi Nian is very painful and unwilling to see these pictures, and there are many people who are as painful and unwilling as him. Those young monks moaning under the linden tree. Those old monks who wept bitterly when they watched the temple fire, no one was willing to accept such an ending willingly.

The sound of killing shook the sky, and the black-pressed rebels rushed down the mountain road like a tide, almost drowning the entire giant peak. The one who rushes to the front. I have seen the picture on the mountain road.

Watch as those once lowly slaves smashed and burned the temple like madmen. Watching them run recklessly, Qi Nian felt that these people were already crazy, and there was a resolute look between his eyebrows. Sit cross-legged on the mountain path and begin to chant sutras.

He was reciting a mantra of death, and I don't know if he was seeing himself off.

The calm chanting sound rises melodiously from the mountain road and spreads to the countless cliffs and temples between the peaks.

The young monk covered in blood struggled to sit up, supported his crumbling body, sat upright under the tree, and began to read the Buddhist scriptures as the seven thoughts began, the old monk wiped away the tears in the wrinkles and began to read the Buddhist scriptures.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the melodious sound of bells rang again, accompanied by the sound of these chants, like accompaniment.

Chanting the scriptures becomes Buddha singing.

The sound of Buddha singing reverberated throughout the mountain, and an aura of compassion, liberation, and even more solemnity and sacredness emanated from countless monks and countless temples, permeating the clouds in the sky and the fields underground.

In the deepest part of the mountain, at the bottom of the cliff cave sealed by sand and stones, the first sermon that was locked to the wall by iron arrows slowly opened his eyes, he heard the Buddha singing from outside the peak, and knew that the Hanging Temple and the Buddha Sect had reached the most dangerous moment, his eyes showed reluctance, and then gradually turned indifferent.

The first one raised his withered hands with difficulty, and closed them in front of his chest, his withered face as dry wood showed a look of compassion, his gray lips moved slightly, and although his voice was slight, it was like a heavenly dragon chanting on the nine clouds.

The sound of Buddha singing in the countless cliffs on the mountain peaks finally came to the depths of the cliff cave, and merged with the sound of the first weak chant, and the meditation thoughts of countless monks merged with his Zen heart. Although he is a Buddha in the world, he can't carry so many and such complex beliefs, his facial features began to slowly ooze blood, and the whole person began to emit a faint Buddha light, and then gradually faded in the Buddha light, revealing flesh and bones, and the god was terrifying.

At the beginning of life, it is nothing but a pool of blood, or pus, and Buddhism uses this way to make believers aware of impermanence, and they themselves do this cognition, and only in this way is true purity.

With his eyes closed, without the slightest flutter in his sunken sockets, he seemed to be dead, or alive, and he was returning to the beginning of his life...... of death, he turned into pus and blood.

Answer, answer, the purest and most filthy pus and blood dripped on the ground of the cave, and seeped down a thin crack that could not be seen with the naked eye, seeping into the depths of the mountain peak, seeping for a long, long time, and finally came to the ground.

Underneath are rivers of red-hot magma.

There is a chessboard floating in the river.

It was the Buddha's chessboard, and when Sangsang boarded the giant boat, he threw it back to the mountain peak thousands of miles away, and suppressed it in the terrifying magma of the high temperature at the bottom of the peak, and if there was no external force, it would never be able to wake up.

Until today, the Hanging Temple will be extinguished, countless monks have died, and the spirit of the gods has floated into the chessboard to replenish their spirits, and there is the first one to feed each other with blood, so this chessboard finally woke up!

On the mountain road, Qi Nian was covered in blood, with thousands of monks, and countless rebel slaves confronted, in the sound of Buddha singing, the cliff body of the mountain peak began to peel off, everywhere smoke and dust, loud noise.

The mountain is called Prajna and is the embodiment of the Buddha's relics.

The cliffs of the peaks are gradually destroyed, and the cliffs are gradually flattened, gradually showing a blurred appearance.

That's what a Buddha looks like.

Suddenly, white cranes flew in from the west.

Suddenly, smallpox fell from the clouds.

The light of the Buddha illuminates the world at the bottom of the sinkhole.

The Buddha is dead, but alive and cannot be found.

Neither Sangsang nor the Master could find it, and there was no way to completely erase his existence.

The Buddha woke up from the chessboard, leaned on the giant peak, and quietly looked at the world, looking at the ant-like humans who dared to destroy him, with no compassion at all, only majestic anger.

The rebels looked at the direction of the peak, their faces were full of horror, and they looked at the majestic face in the light of the Buddha, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their faces became extremely pale.

That's the real Buddha.

They didn't understand the Buddhist scriptures, but they believed in the Buddha devoutly since they were young, until Jun Mo appeared.

They began to wonder if the Buddha had zài, and even if he did, there was no meaning.

Today, the Buddha appears in the world.

That awe, which is rooted in the depths of their souls, makes it difficult for them to think.

They subconsciously let go of the weapons in their hands and knelt down in fear in front of the Buddha turned into a mountain peak.

The sound of the Buddha singing, the monks are solemn.

No one dared to stand.

Jun Mo stood, bowing his head slightly, with an indifferent expression.

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(There is another chapter, which is almost finished, and it will be more in a while, it should be soon) (to be continued......)