Jun Mo was dressed in monk's robes, his hair was extremely short, and his sleeves fluttered lightly in the wind, looking like a young monk.

He stood on the mountain road, facing the peak in the light of the Buddha, as if he were right in front of the Buddha's eyes.

He was silent, and he did not raise his iron sword to fight again.

He was not afraid of any enemy, not even the Buddha.

The chessboard has been suppressed by Haotian for many years, even if the Buddha is resurrected at this time and reappears in the world through the mountain peak, it will be countless times weaker than the Buddha's true heyday, at least before, he had the opportunity to interrupt that process.

The Buddha may really be waiting for both the Daomen and the academy to lose, and then come back.

But he doesn't care, he doesn't care anymore, he doesn't do anything.

He carried his hands, the iron sword behind him, very tired.

His eyebrows are straight, like a sword, and can fight, and like a ruler, and can be measured.

He didn't want to fight anymore, because he was still lonely after fighting all over the world.

In the peak, everyone knelt, those who had been fighting hard with him for many years, knelt the moment the Buddha showed his true body, he stood alone, really lonely.

He didn't want to measure it, because it was really hard to measure people's hearts.

A shallow layer of frost grew between his brows—the frost came from the bottom of his heart, and it was a little cold.

In the sound of the Buddha's singing, he stood with his head bowed.

All the slaves lowered their heads and touched the ground with their foreheads in fear, not daring to look directly at the Buddha's light, let alone looking at the Buddha's true face, so naturally they couldn't see his somewhat depressed figure.

It's like a swarm of ants, a group of ants bathed in the light of the Buddha and afraid to move.

But.

However.

For thousands of years, I believe that there are always a few mavericks in the ant colony, and for some mysterious reason, they decided to temporarily look away from the rotten leaves and rotten shells and look at the blue sky.

And then. Their world is different.

Because you see, so afraid?

No.

Only when you see can you not be afraid.

A young slave, supporting his body with trembling hands, could not contain the intense curiosity and concern in his heart, raised his head in fear and looked ahead of the mountain road.

He saw the Buddha's light, saw the lonely Jun Mo in the Buddha's light, and he also saw the Buddha's face.

It turns out that the Buddha looks like that.

Originally. That's what a Buddha looks like.

looked at Jun Mo in the Buddha's light. He suddenly felt ashamed and ashamed.

A courage of unknown origin came into his body.

He felt the hilt of his sword with a trembling hand and regained grip on it, then stood up tremblingly.

He stood up.

He looked around at his companions. Wanted to say something. I want to call them to stand up as bravely as they do. But he found that no one was looking at him, and his voice was too small in the majestic and solemn Buddha singing.

He felt a little lonely. So I understood Jun Mo's loneliness and pride.

He wanted to say something to Jun Mo, but he didn't know what to say.

He looked at the Buddha's light, at the Buddha, at the disciples of the Buddha, and wanted to debate with them, but found that he couldn't even understand the Buddhist scriptures they were singing.

He became more and more irritable, scratching his head, a little anxious.

The more anxious I became, the more I felt that those Buddha singing were annoying, until I was annoying.

His chest heaved and his breathing became rapid.

Eventually, all the love came together into three words that burst out of his lips.

He looked at the Buddha in the light of the Buddha and shouted, "Shut up!"

At this moment, the Buddha chanting seemed to stop for a moment.

There are a lot of people who hear these three words.

Jun Mo lowered his head, the tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes faded for some reason, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

Qi Nian remembered the conversation he had with Ye Su in the wasteland many years ago.

"When I first gave a lecture, I saw countless flying ants rising in the light. ”

"Flying ants will eventually fall, and they will never touch the sky. ”

"Ants can fly and fall, but they are better at climbing, good at making a foundation for their companions, not afraid of sacrifice, one by one, as long as there are enough of them, then they will definitely be able to pile up enough to touch the sky. ”

Seven thoughts were frightened and frightened, and they were cold.

Ye Su finally began to believe in the ants and began to fly towards the sky with those ants.

But he has long forgotten what he said back then and what he believed.

He looked at the slave standing in the light of the Buddha and suddenly despaired.

This is just the first ant, and there will be many more to come.

Yes, the slaves kneeling in the light of the Buddha looked at each other, and although their eyes were blank, more people stood up, some shouted to shut up, and more people were silent.

But they stood up.

More and more slaves slowly stood up in the light of the Buddha, like a black tide.

Louder and louder shouts echoed between heaven and earth.

Shut up!

Shut up!

Jun Mo lowered his head and listened, the corners of his lips became higher and higher, and finally turned into a smile.

It started with a smile, then a smile, and finally a hearty laugh, and he laughed with great pleasure!

Hahahaha!

Finally stood up, those who did not want to be slaves.

"Did you hear that?"

He looked at Qi Nian, the smile on his face gradually faded, and shouted, "Shut up!"

His voice is like a bell, floating among the peaks, clearing people's hearts and spleens, and shocking people's hearts!

Wanfeng was silent for a while!

Qi Nian and countless monks spurted blood and fell to the ground!

The chanting of the Buddha ended.

The Buddha turned into a mountain peak still quietly looked at him in front of him.

Jun Mo looked at him and shouted: "Even if you are really a Buddha, what if you are a Buddha? I cultivate Buddha, I am a Buddha, all beings in this world, as long as they are willing, can become Buddhas, so what do you need to do as a Buddha!"

Under the peaks, in the heavens and on the earth, there is no self-respect, only millions of old and weak women and children, scarred slaves, humiliated women, all eyes are looking at him.

All the power follows Him, follows Him, and is entrusted to Him because of trust.

An unimaginable majestic force filled his body.

He raised the iron sword in his hand and slashed at the Buddha.

At this moment, he is like a god, but he is not a god, his sword seems to come from the netherworld, but he is not the messenger of the netherworld, nor is he a representative of the world, he is just a scholar in the academy.

The high-crowned scholar who saw that the road was uneven and wanted to draw his sword!

A clear sword shadow appeared in the sky, and the clouds were cut through a large slit, and the sunlight spilled through that gap, diluting the Buddha's light between the peaks, but making the world still bright.

The iron sword fell.

Buddha, slashed by an iron sword!

Many years ago, he cut the stone statue of the Buddha into countless stones in the Ranke Temple.

Years later, he literally cut the Buddha into countless stones.

The roar of thunder kept ringing.

Mountain cliffs are cracking, mud and rocks are falling, trees are uprooted, and temples are crumbling.

Everywhere there were the cries and howls of the monks.

Everyone left the mountain peak, dozens of miles away, looking at the cliff that kept collapsing, their expressions were slightly confused, and they were so shocked by this picture that they didn't know how to speak.

There were still many monks in Qi Nian, but none of them walked down the mountain road.

Suddenly, an extremely harsh sound sounded between heaven and earth, it was the sound of rocks rubbing against rocks deep underground, a strange sound produced by the heavy mountain breaking and then sliding, and on the cross-section!

The giant peak broke off from its roots and slowly fell towards the east!

The mountain was so high that it started slowly and only accelerated slowly until the end, and when the mountain finally fell into the field, it didn't hit anyone, but the earthquake caused a lot of trouble.

The sky was full of smoke and dust, as if it had entered the night in advance, and I don't know how long it took, the smoke and dust gradually cleared, and people could see the picture in front of them clearly, and they were shocked again beyond words.

The giant peak, like the iron sword in Jun Mo's hand, cut the earth into a hole tens of miles wide, and the peak itself became a road paved on that opening.

Directly to the east, the steep cliff wall has been shattered into a huge gap, and the mountain is far away from it, looking like two bridges, which can be connected by walking through the fields of wild flowers.

The slaves looked at the gap in astonishment, and the bold ones began to walk in that direction, and the people to the west, having climbed the bridge formed by the Giant Peak, began to walk in that direction.

After walking for a long time, I finally came to the bottom of the cliff, and came to the gap that had become a gentle slope.

Millions of slaves, walking up that hillside.

They walked in silence, from dusk to early morning.

They now knew what the ground was, but they were still expecting, and then nervous, even a little afraid.

Silent walking, only footsteps, dense, rustling.

Anyone who sees this scene and hears these footsteps will be moved by it.

I don't know how long I walked, but finally there was a ray of light that fell on the face of a teenager in the front.

His mouth was wide open, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little confused by the light.

Oh, grandpa, the sun is actually on the ground, as high as we are.

Facing the rays of the rising sun, the slaves who had lived underground for generations finally came to the world on the ground, just like that child, people admired, people were silent, people wept, for those ancestors who never came to the surface and saw such a sun.

It turned out that the sky was close.

It turns out that the earth has no edges.

It turns out that this is the taste of freedom.

The dance of crying and carnival, starting from the early morning, to the sunset, to the appearance of the stars, and the bright moon, people's carnival has never ended.

Jun Mo walked under the Bodhi tree and began to rest.

He glanced at the traces left by the Buddha when he attained nirvana under the tree, didn't say anything, looked up at Mingyue and said, "In this matter, you are not as good as me, teacher." ”

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(This chapter is awesome, Jian yì looks back at the prologue, there are two paragraphs that are exactly the same, I'm awesome...... Of course, I copied it, and finally wrote this paragraph, which is one of the chapters in the chapter of the night count. The last sentence is my evaluation, not about fighting, but about other aspects. In short, I wrote it well today, and I ...... tomorrow Let's talk about tomorrow. (To be continued......)