Jun Mo was wearing a monk's robe. His hair was very short, and his sleeves were fluttering in the wind. He looked like a young monk.
He stood on the mountain road, facing the peak in the Buddha's light, as if he was in front of Buddha.
He was silent and did not raise his iron sword to fight again.
He was not afraid of any enemy, even Buddha.
The chessboard had been suppressed by Haotian for many years. Even if Buddha was resurrected and came back to the human world through the mountain, he would be much weaker than Buddha in his heyday. At least he had a chance to interrupt the process.
Buddha might really be waiting for Taoism and the Academy to suffer losses and then come back.
But he didn't care. He didn't care anymore. He didn't do anything.
He put his hands behind his back, and the iron sword was behind him. He was very tired.
His eyebrows were very straight, like a sword, which could be used to fight. Like a ruler, which could be used to measure.
He didn't want to fight anymore, because he was still lonely in the human world.
On the mountain peak, everyone was kneeling. Those who had fought bitterly with him for many years had knelt the moment the Buddha Ancestor revealed his true form. He stood alone and felt really lonely.
He didn't want to measure, because it was really hard to measure people's hearts.
There was a thin layer of frost between his eyebrows. The frost came from the bottom of his heart, and it was a little cold.
In the Buddha's singing, he just stood there with his head down.
All the slaves lowered their heads and touched the ground with their foreheads in fear. They didn't dare to look directly at the Buddha's light, let alone look at Buddha's face. Naturally, they couldn't see his somewhat desolate figure.
They were like a group of ants bathed in the Buddha's light, not daring to move.
But.
However.
For thousands of years, it was believed that there would always be a few maverick ants in the ant colony who, for some mysterious reason, decided to temporarily look away from the rotten leaves and shells to the blue sky.
Then, their world was different.
Because they saw, they were afraid?
No.
Only when they saw, they wouldn't be afraid.
A young slave, supporting his body with trembling hands, couldn't suppress his strong curiosity and concern. He raised his head in fear and looked ahead of the mountain road.
He saw the Buddha's light, the lonely Jun Mo in the Buddha's light, and the Buddha's face.
It turned out that Buddha looked like that.
It turned out that Buddha looked like that.
Looking at Jun Mo in the Buddha's light, he suddenly felt very ashamed and humiliated.
An unknown source of courage came to his body.
With a trembling hand, he reached for the hilt of his sword and grasped it again, then stood up shakily.
He stood up.
He looked around at his companions, wanting to say something, wanting to call on them to stand up as bravely as he did. But he found that no one was looking at him. His voice was too small in the powerful and solemn Buddhist chants.
He felt a little lonely, so he 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 towering Buddha light, at the Buddha, and at the disciples of the Buddha. He wanted to debate with them, but he realized that he couldn't even understand the Buddhist scriptures they were singing.
He was getting more and more irritated. He scratched his head anxiously.
The more anxious he was, the more he found the Buddhist chants irritating.
His chest heaved up and down, and his breathing became rapid.
In the end, all of his emotions gathered together and turned into three words, bursting out from his lips.
He looked at the Buddha in the Buddha's light and shouted, "Shut up!"
At this moment, the Buddhist chanting seemed to stop for a moment.
Many people heard these three words.
Jun Mo lowered his head. The tiredness between his eyebrows somehow faded, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Qi Nian remembered the conversation he had with Ye Su in the Wilderness many years ago.
"When the Chief Monk was preaching, I saw countless flying ants bathing in the light and rising."
"The flying ants will eventually fall, and they will never touch the sky."
"The ants can fly and fall, but they are better at climbing, and good at laying the foundation for their companions. They are not afraid of sacrifice. If the ants pile up one by one, as long as there are enough of them, they can definitely pile up into a pile that can touch the sky."
Qi Nian was terrified, and he felt cold all over.
Ye Su finally began to believe in the ants, and began to lead them to the sky.
However, he had long forgotten the words he had said in the past, the principles he had believed in.
He looked at the slave standing in the Buddha's light, and suddenly felt desperate.
This was just the first ant, and there would be more ants standing up.
Yes, the slaves kneeling in the Buddha's light looked at each other. Although they were confused, more people stood up. Some shouted to shut up, and more were silent.
But they stood up.
More and more slaves slowly stood up in the Buddha's light, like a black tide.
The shouts were getting louder and louder, echoing between heaven and earth.
Shut up!
Shut up!
Jun Mo lowered his head and listened. The corners of his mouth were getting higher and higher, and finally turned into a smile.
At first, it was a smile, then a broad smile, and finally a hearty laugh. He laughed with great pleasure!
Hahahaha!
Finally, they stood up. Those who did not want to be slaves.
"Did you hear that?"
He looked at Qi Nian, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He shouted, "Shut up!"
His voice was like the sound of a bell, drifting between the peaks, refreshing the heart, and shocking the mind!
All the peaks were silent for a moment!
Qi Nian and countless monks spat out blood and fell to the ground!
The Buddhist chanting stopped.
The Buddha in the form of the mountain was still quietly looking at him in front of him.
Jun Mo looked at him and shouted, "Even if you are really the Buddha, so what? I cultivate Buddhism, and I am the Buddha. All living beings in the world can become Buddhas as long as they want to. Then why do I need you as the Buddha? "
Under the peaks, in the sky and on the ground, there was no supremacy. There were only millions of old and weak women and children, slaves covered with scars, and women who had been humiliated. All eyes were on him.
All the power followed him, followed him, and handed over to him because of trust.
An unimaginable majestic power filled his body.
He raised the iron sword in his hand and chopped at the Buddha.
At this moment, he was like a god, but he was not a god. His sword seemed to come from the Netherworld, but he was not the messenger of the Netherworld, nor was he the representative of the human world. He was just a scholar in the Academy.
The scholar with a high crown who wanted to draw his sword when he saw injustice!
A clear shadow of the sword appeared in the sky, and the clouds were cut open. The sunlight shone through the gap, diluting the Buddha's light between the peaks, but still making the world bright.
The iron sword fell.
The Buddha was chopped by the iron sword!
Many years ago, he chopped the stone statue of the Buddha into countless stones in the Lanke Temple.
Many years later, he really chopped the Buddha into countless stones.
The thunder-like roars kept ringing.
The cliffs cracked, the mud and stones fell, the trees were uprooted, and the temples were shaking.
The wails and cries of the monks could be heard everywhere.
Everyone left the peaks and looked at the collapsing cliffs from dozens of miles away. They were shocked by the scene and didn't know what to say.
Qi Nian and many monks didn't go down the mountain road.
Suddenly, an extremely harsh sound rang between heaven and earth. It was the sound of rocks rubbing against rocks deep underground. It was the sound of the heavy mountain breaking and then sliding on the broken section!
The giant peak broke from the root and slowly fell toward the east!
The mountain was too high, and it was very slow at first, but it gradually accelerated in the end. When the mountain finally fell on 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 ahead of time. After a long time, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and people could see the scene in front of them clearly. They were shocked speechless again.
The giant peak was like the iron sword in Jun Mo's hand. It cut a hole dozens of miles wide in the earth, and the peak itself became the road paved on the hole.
In the east where the peak was pointing, there was a huge gap in the precipitous cliff wall, facing the peak from a distance. It looked like two bridges. As long as one walked across the field full of blooming wildflowers, they would be able to connect.
The slaves looked at the big gap in amazement, and some bold people began to walk over there. The people in the west climbed the bridge formed by the giant peak and also began to walk over there.
After a long time, they finally reached the bottom of the cliff, and walked to the gap that had become a gentle slope.
Millions of slaves walked up the slope.
They walked in silence, from dusk to early morning.
They now knew what the ground was, but they still looked forward to it, and then nervous, and even a little afraid.
They walked in silence, with only the sound of footsteps, dense and rustling.
Anyone who saw this scene and heard these footsteps would be moved.
After walking for a long time, a light finally fell on the face of a boy in the front.
He opened his mouth wide, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he was a little confused by the light.
Oh, Grandpa, the sun was on the ground, as high as us.
Facing the light of the morning sun, the slaves who had lived underground for generations finally came to the world above the ground. Just like the child, people admired, people were silent, people cried, for those ancestors who never came to the ground and saw such a sun.
It turned out that the sky was very close.
It turned out that the earth had no edge.
It turned out that this was the taste of freedom.
Crying and dancing, from early morning to sunset, to the appearance of the stars in the sky, and the bright moon, people's carnival, never ended.
Jun Mo walked under the Bodhi tree and began to rest.
He looked at the traces left by Buddha's nirvana under the tree, did not say anything, looked up at the moon and said, "In this matter, teacher, you are not as good as me."
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(This chapter is awesome. I suggest you go back to the preface. There are two paragraphs that are exactly the same. I'm awesome … Of course, I just copied it. Finally, I wrote this paragraph, which is one of the several chapters of the night. The last sentence is my comment, not about fighting, but about other aspects. Anyway, I'm happy today, tomorrow … let's talk about tomorrow's things.)
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