The scripture was really short, only one sentence. The way the serfs recited the scripture was also very special, treating each word as a sentence. They would resolutely shout out the first word, and then be silent. When they thought there was no more, they would shout in unison again!
The thunder in the sky did the same.
Hundreds of monk soldiers chanted the four words of Buddha's mercy. Their monk robes fluttered in the wind. Their Zen hearts were firm, but there was no mercy in their eyes. Instead, they were full of anger.
Thousands of serfs chanted the scripture together and resisted the power of the Buddha's name. They regained their courage and waved the simple weapons in their hands to attack the monk soldiers!
With the sound of the Buddha's name, the monk soldiers descended to the human world like Buddha.
The chanting was like thunder, and the mortals were like ghosts coming out of hell.
The field was stained with blood, and the battle was extremely fierce. The nobles who were watching the battle were pale. They didn't expect that these untouchables could fight so fiercely with the Living Buddha from the Divine Mountain.
The Elders of the Commandment Hall couldn't understand why these sinners had the courage to resist the power of the Buddha's words. Looking at the world of the bloody sea in front of them, they seemed to see countless evil ghosts and Asuras!
Qi Nian looked extremely solemn. He had been listening to the scripture that the serfs shouted out. After a long time, he finally understood that it was not scripture at all, but a sentence.
"Warrior! No! Can! Yi! No! Hong! Yi! "
It was a simple sentence with only seven words. But the meaning of the sentence was profound enough to be remembered for seven hundred years. The power of the sentence was so great that it easily crushed the Buddha's words into pieces.
The nobles couldn't understand it, the Elders of the Commandment Hall couldn't understand it, and neither could Qi Nian. But he remembered one thing. He once heard from the dead Qi Mei that in front of the White Tower Temple, Mr. First of the Academy used only one sentence to break the Buddha's words of the Chief Preaching Monk.
At that time, Mr. First said, "The Master does not speak of supernatural powers and gods."
At this time, Qi Nian naturally thought of the past. Could it be that the sentence that the sinners were shouting … was also said by the Headmaster? Even so, how could that person's Tao reach such a level?
He was wrong. The words that reverberated in the wilderness and brought courage and perseverance to the serfs were not spoken by the Headmaster, but by that person.
These words were not said by Confucius, but were the requirements that that person had for himself, the expectations that he had for all living beings. These words contained the spirit and spirit of his life, and when a thousand people shouted together, it was like thunder.
A scholar must be resolute.
At this time, the ordinary people who were fighting on the battlefield had been slaves for generations. They were not warriors, but when they said these words, they became warriors, they became noble people.
Thus, they gained morale.
The serfs charged towards the remaining soldiers and the living Buddha in their hearts. Their voices were like thunder.
In the Buddhist scriptures, Buddha once explained the thunder in the sky as the friction or collision between clouds and the sky. In today's battlefield, the thunder was the collision between iron and iron.
As the dust drifted in the meadow, an iron sword suddenly appeared.
This iron sword was very straight. There was no existence in the world that could be straighter.
This iron sword was very thick, so thick that it didn't seem like a sword, but more like a piece of stubborn iron.
The iron sword whistled through the air and slashed down.
A soldier monk raised his iron cudgel to meet the sword. With a thunderous sound, the iron cudgel suddenly shattered, and the soldier monk fell to the ground, spitting out blood. His body made countless crisp cracking sounds, and he died just like that.
Ten iron cudgel broke through the air and pressed towards the iron sword like a group of mountains.
The iron sword proudly lifted up. It was still only one sword, and there was only a thunderous sound. The ten iron cudgel were like ten pieces of straw, deformed and scattered in all directions, disappearing into the wild grass.
The ten soldier monk holding the iron cudgel were shaken away to some unknown place.
There was a loud roar in the meadow. The leader of the soldier monk opened his mouth, showing his teeth and eyes, like a lion in front of the Buddha. He gathered countless Qi of Heaven and Earth on the iron cudgel, and smashed it towards the iron sword!
At this moment, a hand reached out from the dust and grabbed the hilt of the iron sword. The fingers of this hand were very slender, and the palm was very thick. Holding the iron sword, there was an indescribable sense of harmony.
If this sense of harmony had to be described, it would probably be "completely natural".
A figure vaguely appeared in the dust. That person held the iron sword, and with a casual wave, he blocked the iron cudgel of the leader of the soldier monk that was smashing down with countless Qi of Heaven and Earth.
The iron sword and iron cudgel collided, and there were sparks, thunder, and a moment of silence.
The leader of the soldier monk felt a terrifying power coming from the iron cudgel. The first impression of the power was that it was very violent, but on a deeper level, it was calm and orderly.
He knew that he was no match for this level of power, and he would definitely be defeated. But as a top swordsman of the Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple, he thought that he had to block the iron sword for a moment, and he could not let down the dignity of the Buddhism Sect.
Therefore, he refused to let go of the iron cudgel and held it tightly.
In the eyes of the bystanders, the iron sword just touched the monk's iron cudgel and then left. The figure in the dust ignored the leader of the soldier monk, and walked calmly past him.
Boom, boom, boom, boom. It was not until then that the real thunder exploded in the body of the leader of the soldier monk. His fingers were all broken into pieces, his wrist was broken into two pieces, and then his arm …
The two arms of the leader of the soldier monk that were holding the iron cudgel were directly shattered into two pieces of flesh and blood by the iron sword, and then disappeared with the dust in the Wilderness.
With a miserable scream, the leader of the soldier monk knelt on the ground in pain. His face was extremely pale, and he wanted to hit his head to relieve the pain, but it was already impossible.
The dust gradually settled, and the figure gradually appeared in front of everyone.
His hair was very short, and the sharp stubble was like a forest of swords in the Academy, facing the high and cold sky. His right arm was broken, but there was no wrinkle on the gently swinging sleeve.
He wore a khaki frock, which had not been washed for a year, and was full of dust and blood at this moment, very dirty. But his expression was as if he was wearing a luxurious robe to participate in an ancient sacrificial ceremony.
His expression was still calm and proud. His face was smeared with blood, his frock was stained with blood, and the iron sword in his left hand was dripping with blood. He was covered in blood.
Judging from his appearance, he was just an ordinary monk. But when he walked out of the bloody battlefield, he was like a blood Buddha walking out of hell.
There was a dead silence in the Wilderness.
Qi Nian and the Elders of the Commandment Hall looked at the proudest and most terrifying Mr. Second in the back of the mountain of the Academy, and thought of all the people he had killed in the underground world this year. They sighed and said, "Buddha is merciful."
He said, "Buddha is pitiful."
Qi Nian put his palms together and said, "That year in front of the Verdant Canyon, you fought against thousands of soldiers. But this is not the Verdant Canyon, but the Buddha Land. Without the help of the Academy, you have no chance of winning even if you fight until the end of time."
He said, "A scholar is a gentleman, and a scholar must be resolute. The responsibility is heavy, and the road is long. Isn't it also heavy to be benevolent? Isn't it also long after death? "
Qi Nian said, "You don't know the way, how about it?"
He looked at the monks in front of him and said expressionlessly, "My name is Jun Mo. I have been taught by the teacher, and I only wish to be a gentleman in this life. Those who dare to stop me will die without a burial place."
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(The third chapter, this chapter is two thousand. I was a bit confused just now, so I finished the second chapter at half past ten, but I forgot to publish it. I will try to finish the fourth chapter before two o 'clock.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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