The hall was in ruins and no one had seen the chessboard. When they heard Master Qishan say that the chessboard had been destroyed, they were shocked speechless. They thought that even if Qi Nian had broken his 16-year Silent Meditation and Mr. Second of the Academy's iron sword, they should not have been able to destroy the chessboard left by Buddha. What was even more shocking was that Master Qishan said that he was not sure whether Ning Que and the Daughter of Yama were dead or alive.
The Lanke Temple's abbot's left leg had been cut off by the iron sword. He lay in the autumn rain, covered in blood. His face was pale as he looked at the body of Master Boshu in Quni Madi's arms. After a long while, he suddenly cried in pain.
Thinking of the countless fellow disciples who had died today, the abbot's body could not stop trembling. Then, he crawled towards the stone steps with his hands on the ground. He cried at Master Qishan, "Why did you do this? Do you want the entire human world to perish? Lan Ke has already been destroyed. Can't it stop the destruction of the world? "
Master Qishan looked at his disciple with pity, and then at Qi Nian. He said slowly, "A hundred years ago, I left the Xuankong Temple and came to the human world. I have lived here for the longest time, and my love for this place is deeper. However, we have chosen different paths to protect the human world."
Qi Nian said, "Uncle, have you ever thought that the path you have chosen for the human world is different from most people's, and it is very likely to be wrong?"
A smile appeared on Master Qishan's tired face. He said, "I am Qishan, but I am not Qishan. Therefore, the path I have chosen in this life has always been a divergent path in the eyes of the world."
After saying this, the Master slowly closed his eyes and leaned into Monk Guan Hai's arms.
Monk Guan Hai's body was cold and wet from the autumn rain. At this moment, even his heart felt cold and wet. He stretched out his trembling finger and placed it in front of the Master's nose. Tears flowed uncontrollably from his eyes.
The Great Master passed away.
Decades ago, Master Qishan turned the tide and saved countless people. However, he contracted a serious disease and his cultivation state was destroyed. After fighting with the disease for many years, his blood had already dried up. Now he was old and weak. Today, he helped Ning Que defeat Qi Nian with his mantra and opened the chessboard world by force. His life was coming to an end.
Jun Mo looked at the emaciated body of the Master in Monk Guan Hai's arms and slowly bowed.
The abbot of the Lanke Temple, who had been scolding the master, suddenly stopped talking. He cried and laughed nervously before kneeling down.
In front of the stone steps of the Buddhist hall, everyone who could still stand bowed to the Grandmaster's body.
This respect was not because Master Qishan was the true elder of the Lanke Temple and the most senior Bhadanta in the Buddhism Sect. It was because the Master had used his life to prove his kindness and compassion. Even if most people in the world would oppose the Master's choice before he died, no one dared to question his virtue.
The autumn rain dispersed slightly.
A scholar appeared in front of the ruins of the Buddhist hall. The rapid rain had completely soaked his cotton-padded robe. The clotted cotton on the outside of the cloth trembled slightly like frosted fruits.
Hearing the cries from the stone steps, he walked over, and everyone hurriedly made way for him.
Eldest Senior Brother walked to Master Qishan's body and thought of the letters they had exchanged over the years. He thought of the Master's earnest hopes in the letters. He looked sorrowful and squatted down to hold the Master's cold right hand. He whispered a few words.
Jun Mo looked at his back and said, "The Master said that Youngest Brother and Sangsang's life and death are unknown."
Eldest Senior Brother stood up and looked at the sky in the rain. His eyes narrowed slightly in the rapid rain, and his face looked pale and haggard. He suddenly turned and walked up the stone steps.
The Buddhist hall was in ruins. Eldest Senior Brother gently waved his cotton sleeves, and the cotton that came out from the cracks in his clothes drifted away. The bricks and rubble around him were quickly cleared away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jun Mo knew that Eldest Senior Brother had forcefully broken through the realm too many times today. If this continued, it would cause irreversible damage to Eldest Senior Brother's cultivation and state of mind. He said, "Senior Brother, let me do it."
Eldest Senior Brother said, "I am very anxious."
He had always been unhurried when he did things and walked slowly. He was so slow that it made people panic. However, today he was the most anxious person in the world. He was naturally anxious about Ning Que's life and death.
Jun Mo did not say anything more. He held the iron sword and stabbed it into the ground, and began to help Eldest Senior Brother.
In a very short period of time, the ruins of the Buddhist hall were cleared by the two of them. Even the foundation of the Buddhist hall was dug up by Jun Mo. However, they still could not find the chessboard.
Could it be as Master Qishan had said, that the chessboard left by Buddha had been destroyed?
But even if it was destroyed, there should be some traces left.
The autumn rain became heavier and heavier. It was dead silent around the ruins of the Buddhist hall. Other than the sound of the rain, nothing else could be heard. The rainwater gradually poured into the excavated foundation, and gradually formed puddles everywhere.
Eldest Senior Brother looked at the puddles in the ruins, and his expression suddenly changed.
In the deepest part of the foundation of the Buddhist hall, surrounded by mud walls that still had traces of the iron sword, they could vaguely see the foundation of a tower about ten feet in circumference. It was unknown how long the tower had been buried under the Buddhist hall. It had long been dilapidated, and there was a dry well in the middle of the tower that was filled with soil. The mouth of the well had long been broken.
Jun Mo swept to the side of the tower and stabbed it again with the iron sword. Then, he shook his head.
There were no gaps in the soil in the dry well, and it was directly connected to the ground. There was no passage at all. Even if Ning Que and Sangsang abandoned the black horse carriage, they could not escape from here.
How could such a broken well and dilapidated walls bloom again?
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Ye Su and the others watched them rummage through the ruins and dig out the foundation of the Buddhist hall. They remained silent, because they knew that Mr. First and Mr. Second were on the verge of exploding. At this time, even the abbey dean of the Zhishou Abbey and the Chief Monk of Scripture did not want to provoke these two people at the same time.
Eldest Senior Brother walked out of the ruins and stood in front of Qi Nian. He looked at him silently for a long time, and said with self-blame, "I should not have discussed this with you in Chang 'an. I always thought that since you are a Buddhist practitioner, you should have some mercy in your heart."
Qi Nian was covered in blood, but he looked calm. He said, "It was wrong of me to take advantage of Mr. First's trust in the Buddhism Sect. But I did it because the Buddhism Sect is merciful to the world."
Eldest Senior Brother shook his head and sighed. He said, "There is no great mercy if there is no little mercy for a weak girl. Even if there is, what is the point of it?"
Hearing this, there was silence in front of the ruins of the back temple. Everyone, especially monk Guan Hai and the abbot of the Lanke Temple, were deep in thought. Qi Nian's expression changed slightly.
"Teacher once said that I'm a bright and clear mountain stream that has never encountered a true fork in the road or swamp, and I'm much luckier than Little Junior Brother. Up until today, when I was deceived and used by you, did I understand what Teacher meant by those words, and it was also the first time I felt such pain and rage."
Eldest Senior Brother looked at Qi Nian and continued, "I don't know how to fight, or I would definitely fight with you now. Or when I learn how to fight, I will go to the Xuankong Temple to find you."
Jun Mo looked at Qi Nian and said indifferently, "Because of Master Qishan's last wish, I will not kill you today. When the Academy finds Youngest Brother, he will go to the Xuankong Temple to kill you. If the Academy cannot find Youngest Brother, then I will accompany Senior Brother to the Xuankong Temple to find you. Please go back and inform the Chief Monk of Scripture."
Different words, but they were talking about the same thing. The people in the autumn rain suddenly felt cold. They silently thought that the Academy was going to declare war on the Xuankong Temple.
Cheng Ziqing of the Sword Garret leaned against the stone steps and looked at the silent Qi Nian. He could not help but think that if he were a monk of the Xuankong Temple, he would definitely pray for Ning Que to be alive.
If Ning Que died, could the Xuankong Temple withstand the violent revenge of the Academy?
Qi Nian was not moved. He looked at the two people of the Academy in front of him and said calmly, "This is the will of the Buddha. How can mortals change it? Ning Que and the Daughter of Yama must be dead. If the Academy wants to destroy Buddhism, let's see if we can. "
"The Buddha was also a mortal back then."
Jun Mo looked up at the stone statue of the Buddha on the peak of the Wa Mountain in the rain. He looked at the solemn and compassionate face of the stone Buddha and saw the Light of Buddha in the broken palm of the stone Buddha. He was disgusted and angry.
"From today on, bald donkeys are not allowed to enter the territory of the Tang Empire."
After saying this, his face turned slightly pale. His loose robe fluttered against the rain. The wide straight iron sword left his hand and soared into the sky. It instantly pierced through the layers of rain and stabbed at the stone statue of the Buddha on the peak of the mountain in the distance.
The stone statue of the Buddha on the peak of the Wa Mountain was extremely tall, as if the real Buddha was overlooking the world.
Compared to the stone statue of the Buddha, the iron sword was like a very inconspicuous small iron piece.
However, the iron sword was filled with Jun Mo's most violent emotions, the most scornful attitude, and the most absolute order. How could it be resisted by a stone Buddha that had no sense and consciousness?
The right hand of the stone statue of the Buddha was cut off at the wrist. It fell from a very high place, startling the goshawk and disturbing the autumn rain. After a long time, it fell to the ground with a loud muffled sound.
Several horizontal lines appeared on the face of the stone statue of the Buddha. From afar, it looked like a naughty child had naughtily flicked several lines on it with ink. The compassionate expression suddenly became extremely funny.
Those lines were cut by the iron sword and penetrated deep into the back of the head of the stone statue of the Buddha. After a moment, the face of the stone statue of the Buddha began to collapse, and rocks kept falling.
On the stone statue of the Buddha, giant rocks began to peel off continuously, and then the speed of the collapse gradually increased.
There was a series of thunder-like crashing sounds on the peak of the Wa Mountain. Countless smoke and dust rose into the sky. Even the heavy rain could not extinguish it in a short period of time. The vibration on the peak of the mountain even spread to the Lanke Temple at the foot of the mountain.
Hundreds of giant rocks began to roll down the mountain. The sound was like that of ten thousand horses, frightening people. They followed the mountain and rushed towards the already broken Lanke Temple.
The people in the back of the temple were extremely shocked. They supported their injured companions or carried the bodies of the dead, and began to run towards the front of the temple.
In the countless crashing sounds, the giant rocks that the stone statue of the Buddha had turned into easily smashed the walls of the old temple, and crushed the remains of the Buddha Hall even more. They rolled over the stone floor and crushed the broken bell. It was extremely terrifying.
After a long time, it finally calmed down. The smoke and dust gradually dissipated. The people who had fled to the square in front of the temple gradually calmed down. They looked back and saw that more than half of the Lanke Temple had been crushed by the giant rocks.
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