Qi Nian looked at him and said with a complicated expression, "What is the hatred between the Buddha and the Academy? From you to Ning Que, it seems that you all want to destroy the Academy. No matter what happens, you will not stop."
Jun Mo said, "The Academy does not enforce justice for Heaven or ask questions for the human world. We only do what we want to do. We have our own reasons. You are of no benefit to the world. Why do you exist? "
Qi Nian pointed to somewhere on the cliff platform and said, "The pear blossoms in the unknown mountains are beautiful, but no one can see them. They are of no benefit to the human world. Why do you exist?"
Jun Mo shook his head and said, "The pear tree needs the nutrients in the soil and greedily takes the sunlight. The weeds under the tree must think differently from you. The Buddhism Sect does not produce and only wants the human world to worship them. They are no different from Taoism. They are locusts and you are maggots. They are equally disgusting. "
Qi Nian disagreed and said, "The Buddha land is a paradise. Countless sages have meditated for thousands of years. They have their own spiritual fruits and thoughts. I don't ask you to respect them, but you should at least leave some seeds."
"The Buddha land is a paradise for monks, but a purgatory for the wicked. Only you can enjoy the fruits and jade. The metaphysical is called Tao. If you want to talk about Tao in the human world, you must let most people live like human beings."
Jun Mo continued, "You want to persuade me with Youngest Brother's words. Let me give you some of Youngest Brother's words. He once said, 'There will be steamed buns, rice wine, and everything else. As long as people are alive, everything can be reborn … such as your fruits and jade, and those Tao.' "
Qi Nian was silent for a long time and asked, "What else?"
"Another one is that all bald donkeys should die. Senior Brother, what you said makes sense."
Jun Mo added, "The Senior Brother he was referring to was me."
Qi Nian couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
He was defeated by the iron sword today. The monks of the Commandment Hall were either dead or seriously injured. The monk soldiers and the noble armed forces in the tribes could no longer resist the tide of millions of slaves. Was the Xuankong Temple or the Buddhism Sect really going to perish?
As a World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect, Qi Nian felt very painful and unwilling to see such a scene. There were many others who felt the same way, such as the young monks who were moaning under the Bodhi tree, and the old monks who were weeping when they saw the burning temples. No one was willing to accept such an ending.
The sounds of battle shook the heavens. The Revolutionary Army surged along the mountain path like a tide and was about to drown the entire Prajna Peak. The people at the forefront could already see what was happening on the mountain path.
Looking at those slaves who used to be lowly burning the temple like madmen and running around recklessly, Qi Nian felt that these people were crazy. With a determined look, he sat cross-legged on the mountain road and began to recite scriptures.
He was chanting the Rebirth Mantra. Qi didn't know if he was to see himself off.
The tranquil chanting of sutras rose from the mountain path and spread to the countless plateaus and temples in the mountains.
The young monk, who was covered in blood, struggled to sit up. He supported his shaky body and sat under the tree. As Qi Nian began to chant, the old monk wiped away the tears in his wrinkles and began to chant. In the ruins of the main hall of the Xuankong Temple, dozens of powerhouses from the Commandment Hall, who were on the verge of death, also began to chant.
Suddenly, a melodious bell rang out from an unknown place, accompanying the chanting of sutras like an accompaniment.
The chanting turned into the chanting of Buddha.
The chanting of Buddha echoed throughout the mountain. A sense of compassion, relief, and solemnity was released from countless monks and temples, permeating between the clouds in the sky and the wilderness underground.
In the deepest part of the mountain, at the bottom of the cliff cave sealed by sand and stones, the Chief Monk of Scripture, who was chained to the wall by iron arrows, slowly opened his eyes. He heard the chanting of Buddha outside the mountain and knew that the Xuankong Temple and the Buddhism Sect had reached the most dangerous moment. His eyes showed reluctance and then calmness.
The Chief Monk struggled to raise his skinny hands and put them together in front of his chest. His withered face revealed a compassionate expression. His gray lips moved slightly. Although the voice was faint, it sounded like a dragon's roar in the sky.
The chanting of Buddha from the cliffs finally came to the depths of the cliff cave and merged with the weak chanting of the Chief Monk. The meditation of countless monks merged with his meditation. Although he was a Buddha in the human world, he could not bear so many complicated beliefs. His facial features began to ooze blood and his whole body began to emit a faint Buddha's light. Then his skin gradually faded in the Buddha's light, revealing his flesh and bones. He looked horrible.
The beginning of life was just a pool of blood or pus. The Buddhism Sect used this method to let believers know impermanence. They also did the same. Only in this way could they be truly pure.
The Chief Monk closed his eyes. There was no slightest tremble in his sunken eye sockets. He seemed to be dead, or he was still alive. He was returning to the beginning of life … death. He was turning into pus and blood.
Drip, drip, drip. The purest and filthiest blood dripped on the ground of the cliff cave and seeped into the depths of the mountain through a crack that was invisible to the naked eye. After a long time, it finally reached the bottom of the mountain.
There was a river of hot magma underground.
A chessboard was floating in the river.
It was the Buddha's chessboard. When Sangsang boarded the giant boat, she threw it back to the mountain from thousands of miles away and suppressed it in the horribly hot magma at the bottom of the mountain. Without external help, it would never wake up.
Today, the Xuankong Temple was about to be destroyed. Countless monks died. Their souls floated into the chessboard to replenish their spirits. Then the chessboard finally woke up with the help of the Chief Monk's blood!
On the mountain road, Qi Nian was covered in blood. He led thousands of monks and confronted countless uprising slaves. In the chanting of Buddha, the cliff of the mountain began to peel off. Smoke and dust were everywhere.
This mountain was called Prajna Peak. It was transformed by the remains of the Buddha.
The cliff plateau of the Prajna Peak was gradually destroyed. The cliff gradually became flat and blurred.
That was the appearance of the Buddha.
Suddenly, a white crane flew from the west.
Suddenly, heavenly flowers fell from the clouds.
The Buddha's light illuminated the world at the bottom of the Giant Sinkhole.
The Buddha was dead. But he was still alive. No one could find him.
Sangsang and the Headmaster could not find him, nor could they completely erase his existence.
The Buddha woke up in the chessboard and looked at the human world quietly. He looked at those human beings who dared to destroy him like ants. There was no pity, only majesty and anger.
The revolutionary army looked at the top of the mountain in horror. Looking at the majestic face in the Light of Buddha, their bodies trembled uncontrollably and their faces became extremely pale.
That was the real Buddha.
They had never understood Buddhist scriptures. But they had been devout believers since childhood until Jun Mo appeared.
They began to doubt whether the Buddha existed or not. Even if he existed, it was meaningless.
Today, the Buddha appeared in the human world.
The awe rooted in the depths of their souls made 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 transformed from the mountain.
The chanting of Buddha and thousands of monks were solemn.
No one dared to stand.
Jun Mo stood with his head slightly lowered and his expression was indifferent.
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