In the field under the Xuankong Temple, the monks were all punished by the Commandment Hall, so they naturally had no patience for their followers. Their cruelty was even more terrible than that of the nobles in the tribes.
The monk by the lake was able to make his followers kneel so close to him, and he did not frown because of the bad smell on them. He looked extremely calm and natural.
The monk was so extraordinary that he was Jun Mo.
Separated by the lake, the wind was a little strong. Ning Que listened casually and did not hear what Second Brother was saying. He took the little girl's hand and walked over there, gradually quickening his pace.
At this moment, the sound of galloping horses could be heard from the side of the meadow. A dozen or so strong men galloped over on fine horses, led by a man dressed in fur. He waved the whip in his hand as he looked at the nomads kneeling on the ground and scolded them sternly, probably telling them to disperse.
The herdsmen got up in fear and wanted to disperse, but they were worried that the Guru they had painstakingly invited would be hurt by the whip. They hurriedly waved their hands and explained to the man on the horse.
"Lord Bayi, this is …"
Before he could finish speaking, the whip lashed down fiercely and landed on an old herdsman's shoulder, leaving a bloody gash. This was only because the man was not sitting properly. Otherwise, if the whip had landed, the old herdsman's shoulder would have been torn off. How vicious was this man?
The men who followed the nobles all drew out their swords from their saddles and shouted at the herdsmen by the lake. They did not advance and brandished their swords to threaten the herdsmen by the lake. Some even urged their horses to drive them away.
The nobles looked at Jun Mo, who was surrounded by the herdsmen, and shouted, "The Living Buddha said that he is an evil man from the foreign sect, not a Guru at all! Get out of the way! "
The herdsmen looked at the nobles in horror, but they did not get out of the way. They were not brave enough to disobey Lord Bayi's order, but they firmly believed that Jun Mo was the Guru. Otherwise, how could he be so merciful to them? Therefore, they were very afraid that Lord Bayi would be punished by Buddha if he hurt the Guru.
The nobles also knew that it was impossible to explain to these stupid untouchables. He raised the whip in his hand and pointed at Jun Mo, saying, "Tie this cripple up. The Living Buddha said that he would be burned to death."
The men answered in unison and urged their horses to rush to the lake. The swords in their hands reflected the sunlight and looked extremely sharp. The herdsmen were frightened and fled in all directions.
Seeing that the monk in yellow was about to be knocked down, the noble's eyes became cruel. The Living Buddha had indeed said to capture this evil person alive and then burn him to death. However, this evil person actually dared to incite his own slave to rebel. Before he was burned to death, no matter what, he had to suffer. Should he cut off his ear, or cut off his remaining left arm, or peel off the skin of his face?
Just as he was thinking about this, the nobleman suddenly felt a gust of cold wind behind his head. How could he dodge in time? He felt a chill on his ear, and then his left shoulder lightened. Then, he felt something wet on his face.
Waves appeared in the blue lake, as if a strange beast was coming ashore. A black shadow broke through the waves, whistling through the air, and finally landed in the hands of the monk in yellow.
It was a square and thick iron sword.
Jun Mo waved the sword, and more than ten heads flew into the air. More than ten streams of blood sprayed from the necks of the men to the sky, as if to wash away the sinful sky.
Although the iron sword was wide and thick, the person who used the sword never knew the meaning of it. He only knew the principle of righteousness.
There was no intense scene, not even a battle. Jun Mo just waved the sword and everything was over.
The nobles looked at this scene and his face turned pale. He opened his mouth for a long time, unable to speak. Then he gradually felt the pain. He reached out to touch his face and found that it was covered in blood.
The iron sword broke through the lake and landed in Jun Mo's hand. It happened to pass by the side of the nobles' horse. With just a brush, the nobles lost an ear, an arm, and a piece of flesh was cut off from his face.
The nobles' face was covered in blood, and his ear and arm were cut off. He looked extremely miserable. When he found all this, he was even more painful and frightened, and almost fainted.
As a man who had lived in such a harsh environment, he managed to keep himself from falling off the horse. But when he looked at Jun Mo by the lake, his eyes were filled with fear.
The nobles did not expect that this evil man was so powerful. Without hesitation, he pulled the reins with his remaining arm and rode back to his tribe.
He did not dare to look back or say anything cruel, so that the evil man would wait for him to come back for revenge. Of course, he would definitely come back for revenge, and then he would kill all the people here.
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The herdsmen who had fled in all directions gradually came back. Looking at the dozens of corpses by the lake and the horses who were a little confused because they had lost their owners, their eyes were also very confused.
Living in the cruel underground world, they had seen many bloody scenes, and even more brutal ones. But they had never imagined that the most powerful butchers of Lord Bayi would one day be killed in such a simple way.
Looking at the yellow-robed monk by the lake, the herdsmen knelt again. Their faces were full of awe and fear, and there was a faint uneasiness on their faces. They did not know what to do next.
The old herdsman walked up to Jun Mo and knelt down. He kissed the ground in front of Jun Mo's shoes and said in a trembling voice, "Great and merciful Guru, please leave quickly."
Jun Mo looked at the top of his head expressionlessly and said, "Because I will implicate you if I stay?"
"No!"
The old herdsman raised his head. His dark face was full of wrinkles, and the wrinkles were full of painful tears. He said, "If you have time, you will definitely become the most powerful Guru, or even the Living Buddha. But although you are powerful now, you are still not enough. As for us, we will definitely die. Please don't worry."
Jun Mo's expression gradually became gentle. He said, "That man will come with countless swords and arrows, and even the Living Buddha you mentioned. So I have to stay here."
The old herdsman said in a trembling voice, "Even if you can kill all the warriors of Lord Bayi, or even defeat the Living Buddha, you will anger the Buddha on the holy mountain …"
"The Buddha?"
Jun Mo looked at the extremely high mountain in the distance and said expressionlessly, "In your eyes, the holy mountain is very high. But if you have a chance to walk on the ground, you will know that the mountain is actually very short. From the ground, it is just an inconspicuous little mound."
Hearing this, the lakeside suddenly became very quiet. Only the sound of the fish swimming in the lake, frightened by the iron sword, could be heard. The herdsmen looked very confused.
They had never heard such words. They did not know what the ground was. Was the field they were standing on not the ground? Was there another ground? Where was that ground? Why did the holy mountain look like a little mound when standing on that ground? No, how could the holy mountain be a little mound?
A clear and childish voice broke the silence.
Ning Que held the little girl's hand and asked curiously, "Master, where is the ground you mentioned?"
The herdsmen by the lakeside looked very frightened. In their opinion, the little girl's question should not be asked, because it meant blasphemy to the holy mountain and the Buddha.
A middle-aged woman, who was probably the little girl's mother, was so scared that her face turned pale. She wanted to drag her back and beat her, but she found that her daughter was holding a stranger's hand, so she did not dare to do so.
Jun Mo saw Ning Que and Sangsang. He was slightly stunned, and then ignored them. He said to the little girl, "We are now underground, and the ground is above."
He pointed behind him and said, "Climb up this cliff, and you will arrive at the real ground."
Behind him was the extremely high and steep cliff. For countless years, it was this cliff that imprisoned countless generations of serfs and herdsmen underground. In Sangsang's words, it was the wall of a well, but in fact, it was the wall of a prison.
The herdsmen followed his finger and looked at the cliff, but they could not see the end. It was often surrounded by clouds and mist. They thought that this cliff was almost as high as the holy mountain. How could they climb up?
For countless years, no one had ever climbed up this cliff. In the teachings of the monks, this idea gradually became an act of blasphemy to the Buddha. Who dared to try?
The herdsmen looked at the cliff and suddenly came to their senses. They found that they really wanted to see what the "ground" above the cliff was. They could not help but feel guilty and kept kowtowing.
Jun Mo looked at the herdsmen and asked, "Don't you want to know what is above?"
No one answered him. The old herdsman said piously, "Master, that place is the Divine Kingdom of Buddha. How can we sinful mortals go there?"
Jun Mo ignored him and looked at the crowd, hoping to hear a different answer. However, after a long time, the lakeside was still quiet.
He looked a little tired and a little disappointed.
At this moment, the little girl who was holding Ning Que's hand spoke.
Maybe it was because Ning Que's warm hands gave the little girl a lot of courage. She said softly in a clear voice, "I want to go up and have a look."
Countless people looked at the little girl. Her mother even fainted.
The little girl lowered her head, looking a little uneasy and scared.
Ning Que gently squeezed her hand and comforted her, "Don't be afraid."
The little girl raised her head bravely. She pointed to somewhere in the middle of the cliff and said, "I not only want to go up, but I really went up. Although I didn't climb very high, I climbed there."
"From there, I can see further. I saw the lambs that ran to the Golan Lake. Then I found them. Then I saw a snow lotus on the cliff."
The little girl said while looking at the crowd.
The herdsmen by the lake looked up in shock. They followed the little girl's thin hand to look at the cliff and found that it was not high. They could really climb up. How could there be a snow lotus there?
"No matter how high the cliff is, as long as you dare to climb, you can climb to the top one day. But if you don't dare to climb, how can you see the snow lotus no matter how close it is?"
Jun Mo looked at the cliff and said calmly.
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(Chapter Four, there's more today … I'll say it later because I'm hungry and haven't had dinner. Chapter Five will be about one o 'clock.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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