Looking at Jun Mo's empty sleeve, Qi Nian said, "Your arm was cut off by Liu Bai, which means that you are stuck in the mortal world. What you need most now is the mercy of Buddha. That's why you left Chang 'an and came here. In that case, why do you still resist? Why don't you really convert to Buddha?"
Jun Mo looked at the mountain in front of the field. The mountain was only two hundred miles away, which was very close, so it looked even more majestic. He slightly raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do I convert?"
Qi Nian looked at the bleeding iron sword in his hand and said, "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha."
"There are statues of Buddha, skeletons, gold-cast instruments, and silver-inlaid skulls. Monks have prayer beads on their necks, and nobles have ears on their necks. This is not the Buddha Kingdom, but hell. There are no living Buddhas here, only evil ghosts."
Jun Mo withdrew his gaze and looked at him expressionlessly, "If I really want to become a Buddha, how can I not kill all of you evil ghosts? Since I want to kill you, how can I put down the butcher's knife? In the mortal world, maybe you can put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. But here, picking up the butcher's knife is the way to become a Buddha. "
Qi Nian was silent for a long time. Then he looked at the ragged serfs and said, "Do you really think that you can take these people away by yourself?"
Jun Mo said, "I wanted to take these people to build a road to the ground. Although the cliff is high, it can be built if we keep building it for generations. But now I feel that time is a little tight, so I changed the way. Since we can't get out, I will take them to the mountain to see the scenery."
There were many mountains in the underground world, but there was only one real mountain, which was the Prajna Mountain. At this time, it was reflecting the morning light in front of everyone's eyes, shining brightly.
That mountain was the remains of Gautama Buddha. What Jun Mo had to do was to take the millions of serfs in the underground world to behave wildly on the remains of Gautama Buddha and enjoy the sunshine and warmth.
Qi Nian slightly raised his eyebrows and looked angry. He shouted, "Don't deceive yourself! How can you do it alone? "
Jun Mo stood in front of thousands of serfs and shouted, "Open your eyes! See how many people there are! "
Qi Nian was so angry that he laughed and said, "Do you expect to rely on these people to mess up the Buddha Kingdom? Don't forget, these fools are like ants. How can they fly? "
Jun Mo said coldly, "More than 20 years ago, you once said in the Wilderness that there were flying ants that listened to the Chief Monk's sermon and flew away while bathing in the light. Now you even want to erase your own ideas?"
Qi Nian's chest tightened, and his Zen heart was suddenly disturbed. He said, "These people are guilty, so they are stupid."
Jun Mo said, "Do you know why Buddha set up a commandment that forbade the monks in the temple from teaching them words and knowledge, let alone teaching them the Dharma?"
Qi Nian was silent, because none of the eminent monks of the past generations, including him, could figure out this problem. It was understandable that they did not pass on the written knowledge, but wouldn't it make the sinners more pious to cultivate Buddhism?
"Qi Nian, your faith is not as strong as you think. There are millions of serfs in the underground world. Any old woman would be a hundred times better than you in this aspect."
Jun Mo shouted, "Because you are literate, and because you cultivate Buddhism. Cultivation is always a matter of doubt. If you don't doubt, you don't cultivate. Therefore, cultivators will eventually doubt the Dao, and cultivators of Buddhism will naturally doubt the Buddha!"
Qi Nian's face was pale, and the back of his robe was wet with sweat. He gradually felt uneasy.
Jun Mo looked into his eyes and said, "Buddha knew very well that only the truly stupid people would have the real firm faith. Therefore, he did not allow you disciples to teach the Dharma to the people in the underground world. He wanted these people to be stupid. Only in this way could he create the Western Nirvana, and then he was so confident that he dared to trap Haotian. You said these people are guilty, so they are stupid? Bullshit! Their stupidity is the sin of your Buddha! "
Qi Nian wanted to say something, but Jun Mo did not give him a chance. He continued, "Besides, Buddha forbade you from teaching them Dharma knowledge because he was afraid! If everyone woke up and became Buddha, how could he maintain this evil Nirvana? You bald donkeys, if you don't teach them words and Buddhist scriptures, they will naturally be stupid. Now I teach them words and wake them up. What I want to dig out is your foundation, and what I want to destroy is this Buddha land. I'd like to see how you can stop me. "
There were thousands of serfs standing behind Jun Mo. It seemed that they had not changed much from before. They were still ragged and dirty, and some of them even looked hungry. But if you looked closely, you would find that their eyes were still calm, not as numb as before. They became lively. The eyes of human beings were used to see and find freedom. Only then would they be lively, as if they were alive. That was the real life.
During the year of the serfs' rebellion, apart from fighting everywhere and hiding from encirclement and suppression, the thing they spent the most time on was learning. At the beginning, Jun Mo taught the herdsmen of the tribe on the cliff to read. Then the herdsmen became teachers and taught other companions to read. They had never been in contact with knowledge or civilization. Once they started to learn, they became so hungry and began to grow at an unimaginable speed.
Looking at the serfs' eyes, Seventh Ye knew that Jun Mo was not lying.
Thinking of Jun Mo's efforts and spirit in the process, he could not understand. He asked, "Why do you have such great malice against the Buddhism Sect and the Buddha?"
If he did not have great malice, he would not have made such a great effort.
"Why? Because all of you are evil. "
Jun Mo said, "I hate monks and Buddhist temples the most. In the human world, you do not produce, but specialize in cheating the poor of gold and silver. It is even more so here. How abominable it is? How can I not hate it? Of course, what the priests of Haotian Taoism do is no different from what you do. "
Seventh Ye silently thought that the Buddhism Sect's shortcomings were also worse than Haotian Taoism's. Since you know this, why do you hate the Buddhism Sect more?
"Because Haotian Taoism has never hidden their purpose. The priests of the West-Hill Divine Palace want to rule the world. They want power and wealth to satisfy all kinds of desires. Even if they pretend to be benevolent and loving, they do it very casually and can no longer deceive more people."
Jun Mo said, "The Buddhism Sect is different. Your pretense is higher, your acting is better, your memorial archway is bigger, and your deceptions are deeper. I find it even more unpleasant."
Seventh Ye said, "Is this the difference between a real villain and a hypocrite?"
"It is the difference between a robber and a thief."
Jun Mo's words directly reduced the noble Buddhism Sect and Taoism Sect to dust. Then he looked at the serfs around him and said, "Of course, here you have both."
Seventh Ye said, "My sect also has countless brothers who cultivate diligently in the world and abide by the precepts. They are not greedy or angry, and they are merciful. Can't you see this?"
Jun Mo looked at the giant peak in the distance and laughed, "Abide by the precepts? Your temple is full of thieves and prostitutes, and the mountain is full of illegitimate children. How dare you talk about this? "
Seventh Ye said, "Master Qishan is the descendant of the former Chief Preaching Monk. What do you think?"
Jun Mo said, "Master Qishan is truly virtuous, so he left the Xuankong Temple when he was young. Do you want to use him to gild the Xuankong Temple's Buddha statue? Does the Buddha statue have any shame? "
In his opinion, the Buddhism Sect was full of hypocritical bald donkeys, just like what Qi Nian had done in the past. With a compassionate face, he deceived the Eldest Brother's kindness and set up a killing trap in the Lanke Temple. How shameless.
Back then, Jun Mo killed Qi Nian with his iron sword. He first asked if a gentleman could be deceived. Later, he said that a gentleman should play with a square chess. He used the square iron sword in his hand to cut Qi Nian's Outer-body Dharmakaya. Today, in front of the Xuankong Temple, in the Buddha Kingdom, he used his words as a sword to cut Qi Nian's face. Why?
Because he was in the right.
If he was in the right, he could go anywhere in the world, no matter in the alley or the main road.
Qi Nian had been practicing Silent Meditation for nearly 20 years, so he was not good at debating. Jun Mo's words had pierced the deepest part of his Zen heart. How could he say anything? He could not argue.
Since he could not argue, he could only fight.
Qi Nian stretched out a finger toward Jun Mo on the meadow. His finger broke the autumn wind and seemed to draw a circle casually. Then, a circle appeared behind his head, emitting endless Light of Buddha.
He retracted his finger and put his palms together in front of his chest. His body also began to emit Light of Buddha. As his monk robe fluttered, the lines on the edge of his body strangely expanded into the air and instantly became countless times larger.
Another Qi Nian appeared in the field, with a face full of anger. His eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were full of thunder, as if he could suppress all evil spirits in the world. It was his Dharmakaya: Acalanatha!
First, he used the perfect Buddha's will, and then he used his Dharmakaya. But Qi Nian did not stop. The Dharmakaya of Acalanatha stretched out its right palm in the air and slightly bent its index finger. It was the Mantra Mahāmudrā of the Buddhism Sect!
He practiced Silent Meditation, so he did not need to speak Buddha's words, and the Buddha's words would resound between heaven and earth!
In the Buddha's words, the mountain-like Dharmakaya of Acalanatha pressed toward Jun Mo with the Mahāmudrā.
The Mahāmudrā was still like a mountain.
The endless mountains were stacked on top of each other, which was the wonderful meaning of Prajna.
Qi Nian was indeed a powerhouse of the Buddhism Sect, a World Wayfarer. His attacks were in the three levels of Divine Sense!
Facing such a strong enemy, even Jun Mo gradually became serious.
How could he break the three levels of Divine Sense?
Just like facing those monk soldiers on the battlefield, Jun Mo used his sword.
Still, he only used one sword.
This did not mean that Jun Mo looked down on Qi Nian and regarded him as the same level as those monk soldiers.
Previously, he only used one sword because one sword was enough.
Now, he only used one sword because only one sword was enough.
Jun Mo's seemingly simple sword strike actually encompassed all of his cultivation realms.
The simplest was the most powerful.
The broad and straight iron sword broke the autumn wind and stabbed on the Mantra of Acalanatha.
The Dharmakaya of Acalanatha was like a mountain, and so was the Mahāmudrā, which cast a large shadow on the field. In contrast, the iron sword in Jun Mo's hand looked like an inconspicuous wooden thorn.
The thin wooden thorns stopped the palm that was falling from the sky.
The wooden thorn even pierced through the palm.
No matter how strong the palm was, once the thin wooden thorn pierced into the palm, it would be painful.
The iron sword stabbed into the Mantra of Acalanatha.
Qi Ye's face was slightly pale, and his palms, which were put together, were bleeding.
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(Chapter Four, I'm going to eat something. I'm too hungry. The next chapter will be later. Don't wait, everyone. Tomorrow will be the same.) (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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