The scripture is really short, only one sentence, and the serfs recite the scriptures in a very special way, taking one word as a sentence, and the first word is drunk categorically, and then silent, and when they think that there is no more follow-up, they drink in unison!

The same is true of the thunder in the sky.

More than 100 monks and soldiers, chanting the four words of compassion of my Buddha, monks' clothes fluttering, Zen heart firm, but there is no compassion in the eyes, all are King Kong anger, how mighty it is.

Thousands of serfs drank the scriptures, resisted the power of the Buddha's name, reborn endless courage, waved the rudimentary weapons in their hands, and attacked the monks!

The sound of the Buddha's horn, the monks and soldiers descended to the world like Buddha.

Hyphenation is like thunder, and mortals are like ghosts coming out of hell.

The field was stained with blood, the battle was extremely fierce, and the nobles who watched the battle were pale, where did they think that these untouchables could fight so fiercely with the living Buddha from the sacred mountain.

The elders of the precepts couldn't understand where these sinners got the courage to resist the power of the Buddha's words borrowed by more than a hundred monks and soldiers, looking at the world of blood in front of them, as if they were seeing countless powerful ghosts and cultivators!

Qi Nian's expression was extremely solemn, he had been listening to the scriptures that those serfs had drunk, and after listening to them for a long time, he finally heard clearly, it was not a scripture at all, just a sentence.

"Shi! no! but! no! no! Hong! Yi!"

This sentence is very simple, only seven words, the meaning of this sentence is very far-reaching, enough to taste seven hundred years, this sentence is very powerful, easily crushing the Buddha's words into pieces.

The nobles couldn't figure it out, the elders of the Discipline Academy couldn't figure it out, and the seven thoughts couldn't figure it out, but he thought of one thing, he once heard the dead seven pieces say that in front of the White Pagoda Temple, the master of the academy was on the verge of battle and enlightenment, and he only used one sentence to break the Buddha's words on the first seat of the scriptures.

At that time, Mr. Big said that the sentence was: "The son is silent, and the power is confused." ”

At this time, Qi Nian naturally thought of this past incident, could it be that the sinners were shouting this sentence at this time...... Even so, how could that person's Tao come to this point?

He was wrong, and the words that reverberated in the wilderness at this time, bringing countless courage and perseverance to the serfs, were not said by the master, but by that man.

This sentence is not Zi Yue, but that person's requirements for himself and expectations for all sentient beings, which are full of the spirit and spirit of his life, and thousands of people drink it together is thunder.

Scholars can't be without Hongyi.

At this time, those ordinary people who fought on the battlefield were slaves for generations, they were not soldiers, but when they said this, they became soldiers, they were noble people.

As a result, they have morale.

The serfs slaughtered the remnants of the soldiers and the living Buddha in their hearts, and their voices were like thunder.

In Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha once explained the thunder on the heavenly dome in this way, saying that it was the friction or collision between the clouds and the sky, and in today's battlefield, the thunder is the collision of iron and iron.

Smoke and dust drifted through the meadows, and an iron column suddenly appeared.

This iron train is very straight, and there is no more straight existence in the world.

This iron column is very thick, and the thick one is not like a column, but more like a stubborn piece of iron.

The iron column roared through the air and fell.

A monk raised an iron rod to greet him, only to hear a thunderclap, the iron rod suddenly shattered, the monk fell to the ground, spat blood, his body made countless crisp cracks, and his body shattered and died.

Ten iron rods burst through the air, like mountains pressing down on the iron column.

The iron column proudly rose up, still only one column, and there was only one thunder, and the ten iron rods were like ten straws, deformed, scattered everywhere, and disappeared into the weeds.

The ten monks and soldiers holding iron rods in their hands didn't know where they had been shaken away.

There was only a loud shout in the meadow, and the leader of the monks and soldiers opened his mouth and stared at him, like a male lion in front of the Buddha, condensing countless heaven and earth vitality on the iron rod and smashing it into the iron column!

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the smoke and dust, and grasped the handle of the iron column, the fingers of this hand were very slender, and the palm was very broad, and there was an indescribable sense of harmony in holding the iron column.

If I had to describe this sense of harmony, it would probably be a natural four-word statement.

A figure faintly appeared in the smoke and dust, and the man held the iron column, and with a random wave, he blocked the stick that the leader of the monks and soldiers smashed down with countless heaven and earth vitality.

The iron columns and iron rods are in harmony, and there are fires splashing everywhere, spring thunderstorms, and moments of silence.

The leader of the monks and soldiers only felt a terrifying power coming from the iron rod, and the first feeling of that power was very violent, but at a deeper level, it was so calm and orderly.

He knew that he was not an opponent of this level of strength, and he would inevitably lose, but as the top powerhouse of the Hanging Temple Discipline Academy, he thought that he would always block the iron column for a moment, and he would never fall into the majesty of the Buddha's Sect.

So he refused to let go, holding on to the iron rod.

In the eyes of onlookers, the iron column just left at the touch of the monk's iron rod, and the figure in the smoke and dust, no longer paying attention to the leader of the monk soldiers, walked calmly beside him.

Boom, boom, the real thunder didn't explode until this point, and it exploded in the body of the leader of the monks, and his fingers were shattered into bones, his wrist was broken in two, and then his arm......

The two arms of the leader of the monks and soldiers clenched the iron rod, and were directly shaken into two flesh and blood chaos by the iron column, and were disturbed by the wind in the field, and disappeared with the smoke and dust.

With a miserable shout, the leader of the monks and soldiers knelt on the ground in pain, his face was extremely pale, and he wanted to knock his head to relieve the pain, but there was no such possibility.

The smoke and dust gradually quieted, and the figure gradually appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

His hair was short, and his sharp stubble was like Lielin somewhere in the academy, and against the lofty and indifferent sky, his right arm was broken, but there was not a trace of wrinkle on his gently swung sleeve.

He was wearing an earthy yellow monk's robe, which had not been washed for a year, was full of dust, and was stained with blood at this time, which was very dirty, but his expression was as if he was wearing a gorgeous costume to participate in the ancient sacrifice.

His expression was still so calm and proud, his face was covered with blood, his monk's robe was stained with blood, and the iron column he held in his left hand was constantly bleeding, and he was covered in blood.

Looking at his face, he is just an ordinary monk, but he is covered in blood and walks out of the battlefield like a sea of blood, like a blood Buddha who has come out of hell.

There was a dead silence in the wilderness.

The elders of the Seven Thoughts and Precepts, looking at the proudest and most terrifying Mr. Second in the mountain behind the academy, thinking about the people he had killed in the underground world in the past year, sighed and said, "My Buddha is merciful. ”

He said, "The Buddha is pathetic. ”

Qi Nian Heshi said: "In front of Qingxia that year, you were able to defeat thousands of troops, but this place is not Qingxia, it is the land of Buddha, you don't have the help of the academy, even if you fight to the end of time, there is no possibility of victory." ”

He said: "Scholars, gentlemen, scholars can't not be Hongyi, the responsibility is heavy and the road is long, benevolence is their own responsibility, is it not also important?

Qi Nian said: "You can't get through, what is it?"

He looked at the monks in front of him, and said expressionlessly: "My name is Jun Mo, and I have to be taught by Mr., I only wish to follow the way of a gentleman in this life, and those who dare to stand in the way will die without a place to be buried." ”

(The third chapter, this chapter is two thousand, my brain was a little messy just now, and the second chapter was originally written at half past ten, but I forgot to publish it.) Chapter 4 strives to come out before two o'clock. ）