The rebellion spread like wildfire and had affected nearly one-third of the tribes. The rebel army, which started the rebellion and was also the strongest now, had more than four thousand people.
This rebel army was so strong that it took them a whole year to fight from the remote cliff to a place less than two hundred miles away from the giant peak!
Although the foundation of the Buddha Kingdom seemed to be not really shaken, the Xuankong Temple had already felt a strong sense of danger. The monks could not allow the rebels to climb up to the Divine Mountain.
Qi Nian, the World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect, was also a super powerful person in the Xuankong Temple. Since the rebellion became more and more popular, he had been guarding the mountain path that people had to pass through to reach the peak. He was like someone who was guarding the pass in front of the Verdant Canyon. However, as the rebel army approached, he could no longer sit still.
Qi Nian knew the biggest difference between this rebellion and the countless rebellions in the past years. In the past, the rebellion in the underground world was only the instinctive anger of the serfs. But in this rebellion, the serfs were very clear about what they wanted. That was why they were so determined and brave.
Someone brought hope to the serfs and pointed them a clear direction. At the same time, that person stood with the serfs and always rushed to the front on the battlefield.
Thinking of that person's name, Qi Nian's expression became serious, and his eyes under the shadow of the bamboo hat became more determined. It was because he knew that that person was in the rebel army that he left the peak and came to this battlefield. He knew that the three elders of the Commandment Hall might not be able to stop that person.
Facing that person, no matter how cautious the Xuankong Temple was, it was not an exaggeration. Qi Nian was even sure that if the Chief Monk was not indifferent on the cliff plateau, he would definitely take action himself.
In the distant battlefield full of smoke and dust, the wildest sounds of fighting burst out. Qi Nian woke up from his meditation and looked at that place in silence. He knew that today's battle was about to end.
As dusk came, several tribes lost nearly a thousand people to stop the rebellious slaves at the other end of the meadow. Howls and groans could be heard everywhere in the wilderness.
The battle temporarily stopped. Qi Nian and the other monks looked at the distant meadow with mixed feelings. In the camp of the rebellious serfs, there were a dozen very simple tents. The old people were treating the injured young people. There was smoke rising from the side of the tents. There was a big pot on the fire. They should be cooking mutton. In front of the tent in the middle, many people could be seen sitting there, as if they were listening to someone.
The night in the underground world was longer than in the temples on the peak. Compared to the real world on the ground, it was even longer and a little tiresome. But Qi Nian was not tired. He stood quietly in the wilderness until the stars disappeared and the morning light shone again. Then he led the monks to the battlefield.
More than a dozen nobles in luxurious clothes knelt on the meadow. They looked excited and awestruck. They did not dare to look up. For them, those who came down from the Divine Mountain were real Buddhas.
The cavalrymen had already woken up. They were washing and eating with the help of the slaves. Voices also came from the camp of the rebels in the distance. There were no slaves there, but there were old people, women and children.
This rebel army had fought from the edge of the cliff all the way to the front of the peak. They had always brought the old, the sick, the disabled and the orphans of their own clan. From a military point of view, it was stupid and also very daunting.
Qi Nian walked to the front. The nobles kept kissing the footprints left by him with devout fanaticism. He did not pay attention to them and quietly looked at the distant meadow.
The elder of the Commandment Hall standing on his right looked at the meadow in the morning light and the slaves in shabby clothes who looked happy. He did not know why he suddenly felt extremely angry.
"All the sinners will go to hell."
Following this cruel verdict, the fierce battle began once again. Thousands of cavalrymen gathered by several large tribes charged towards the rebel army. The cavalrymen on horseback brandished their snow-white scimitars and shouted obscenities. Their bloodshot eyes were filled with cruelty.
The equipment of the tribal cavalrymen was naturally many times better than those of the rebel serfs. Especially the more than two hundred cavalrymen in the front, they were fully armored, which formed a sharp contrast with the enemy.
The sound of hooves was like a storm, and the blades were as bright as the sun. The tribal cavalrymen rushed to the wilderness hundreds of feet away from the serfs. Their battle cries seemed to shake the sky.
A rain of arrows fell.
With the eyesight of the monks of the Xuankong Temple, they could clearly see that there were only dozens of archers in the rebel serfs. And the bows and arrows in their hands were so simple. Some of the arrows did not even have tail feathers. Who could be hit by such arrows? Even if they could, how could they pierce through the armor?
The elder of the Commandment Hall showed a look of pity on his face. This kind of pity was naturally sarcasm. However, Qi Nian still looked serious. He had better eyesight and clearly saw that those arrows did not have arrowheads, but prismatic stones tied to them.
Suddenly, a gust of wind rose above the meadow. The wind was a bit strange, because it was not unpredictable like the wind in nature. Instead, it blew straight to the tribal cavalrymen as if it had been ordered.
The arrows without tail feathers could also fly in such a violent wind. They did not need to be accurate. They became faster and faster in the wind, and even became whistling arrow shadows.
Bang, bang, bang, bang. Dozens of dull sounds of impact sounded almost at the same time. The tribal cavalrymen in the front were like weeds cut by a sickle. They fell to the ground!
Those cavalrymen who fell to the ground rolled in pain and kept spitting blood from their mouths. They could not get up. The next moment, they closed their eyes unwillingly.
There was a clear dent on the armor of the dead cavalrymen. The rebellious serfs were short of food and clothing, and had no resources to make sharp arrowheads. Even with the help of the gust of wind, the arrows could not pierce through their armor. However, the arrows of the serfs were tied to stones. With the help of the wind, the stones fell on the armors like hammers, directly shattering the internal organs of the cavalrymen!
The arrows and stones caused heavy casualties. However, there were too many of the tribal cavalrymen. The momentum of the charge was only slightly hindered, and then they continued to rush forward. Suddenly, the meadow was filled with the sound of fighting.
This was a very asymmetrical battle. The tribal cavalrymen wore iron or leather armors and held sharp knives in their hands, while the serfs were dressed in rags. They were dark and thin, and their weapons were very simple. Most of them held bamboo spears, and a few serfs even held bones. Judging from the freshness of the bones, they were probably the leg bones from yesterday's pot!
Equipment was indeed important in a battle, but the most important thing was always the people. The serfs had no armor or sharp knives, but they had courage, desire, and bones.
Seeing the cavalrymen rushing over like iron, the serfs' faces turned pale, but they did not retreat. They raised the bamboo spears in their hands, and even though their hands were trembling like sieves, no one put them down and ran away.
Puchi! The seemingly fragile bamboo spears pierced through the seemingly hard armors!
Crack! The bamboo spears were broken by the huge impact of the cavalrymen. The serfs, whose hands had been shaken to the point of bleeding, screamed wildly and devoured the cavalryman.
The same scene happened everywhere around the meadow. The seemingly insufferably arrogant cavalrymen fell one after another in front of the seemingly vulnerable serfs, and were then piled to death!
The cavalrymen lost their advantage in speed, and the serfs began to take advantage of their numbers. They picked up stones and brandished bones, frantically surrounded the nearest cavalrymen, and then began to smash them!
They used rocks to smash the cavalry's chest armor until it was deformed, and they smashed the cavalry's head until it was deformed. They used the bone clubs in their hands to knock the cavalry unconscious, and then they smashed the other party's leg bones. The cavalry woke up from the pain again, waving the sabers in his hands randomly, and was finally smashed to death.
Blood was splashed everywhere on the meadow, and the sound of broken bones and legs could be heard everywhere. The serfs were like beasts, screaming and smashing incessantly.
They had lived in this gloomy wilderness for generations. They had been enslaved by the nobles and Gurus. They had been smashed to death by these people with stones, and their bones and marrow were sucked out by these people. Today, it was finally their turn to smash these people to death, and it was their turn to smash these people's bones!
Buddha had always talked about samsara, the cycle of cause and effect, and retribution to his disciples and believers. So this was retribution, this was cause and effect, and this was samsara.
Looking at the bloody and tragic scene on the battlefield, and seeing the tribe getting more and more unfavorable situation, the eyes of the elder of the Commandment Hall no longer showed compassion, but only anger and coldness.
Qi Nian was silent for a moment, and then said, "Buddha is merciful."
"Buddha is merciful!"
More than a hundred soldier monks from the West Peak of the Xuankong Temple put their palms together and chanted the name of Buddha. There was no mercy in their voice, only indifference and determination.
Accompanied by the chanting of Buddha, the soldier monks stabbed the iron sticks in their hands into the wilderness.
It was as if a thunder had exploded in the wilderness.
A strong force came from the bottom of the dense iron sticks and spread to the meadow. The wilderness was shaking, as if there was a Vajra walking under the ground.
More than a dozen serfs were shaken into the air and then fell heavily to the ground. They were shocked to death.
"Buddha is merciful!"
The soldier monks chanted the name of Buddha again, pulled out the iron sticks from the wilderness, and rushed to the battlefield. For a moment, the shadows of the sticks were everywhere, and the monk robes were fluttering in the wind. It was indescribably solemn.
The rebellious serfs who had won suddenly heard the name of Buddha and looked at the soldier monks. Their faces became very pale, and their eyes were filled with fear.
For them, the soldier monks from the Divine Mountain were the living Buddhas.
They were mortals, how could they fight against the living Buddhas? At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the tent in the middle of the meadow. It seemed to be chanting scriptures.
Hearing the voice, the serfs suddenly became determined. They held the iron knives and bamboo spears, and waved the bone sticks that were full of knife marks, and rushed to the soldier monks.
The soldier monks were chanting the name of Buddha, and the name of Buddha was like thunder.
The serfs were also chanting the name of Buddha. They were repeating the name of the person in the tent. The name of Buddha was very short, and they were very familiar with it. Each word was a sentence, and each word was sonorous and powerful, like real thunder.
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