From the beginning to the end, what Jun Mo wanted to do was to overthrow Xuankong Temple's rule over the underground world. But right now, what he wanted to do most was to go to the cliff plateau and take away the chessboard left by Buddha. Because Ning Que was now trapped in the chessboard, and he did not know whether he was alive or dead. And because Ning Que was his Younger Brother.
There were countless temples and unknown Buddhist formations in that majestic mountain, as well as powerhouses of the Buddhism Sect like Qi Nian and the Commandment Hall Elders. He did not think that he could force his way up. So he led the rebellious serfs to kill in the wilderness and lured Qi Nian and the Commandment Hall Elders here.
As long as he could get past these four people, Jun Mo would be able to go straight to the peak. If he could kill these four people along the way, it would naturally be even better. Because regardless of whether he could take away the chessboard or not, exterminating Buddhism had already become the most important part of his life, and it had to continue.
Until now, Qi Nian finally understood why the fighting style of the rebellious army had changed so much these days. The marching route was no longer strange, and they bravely rushed to the foot of the peak. They did not care about the strength of the rebellious army. Even if they reached the foot of the peak, they would be annihilated in the end. It turned out that they wanted to scare the tiger in the mountain. They wanted to lure the tiger in the mountain to Pingyang, and what Jun Mo wanted to do was to enter the mountain and take away the chessboard!
Looking at the serf rebels retreating like the tide, Qi Nian was silent. He knew that he and the three elders of the Commandment Hall might not be able to stop Jun Mo.
Through the previous battle, Jun Mo had completely grasped the strength of the two sides. He was very confident that he could get past this barrier, or he would not let those who followed him retreat first.
If it was in the mountain or on the mountain road, Qi Nian was confident that even if Jun Mo became stronger, he would not be able to step on the stone steps with the help of more than ten thousand monks of Xuankong Temple.
But now the wilderness was so open. How could he stop him?
Qi Nian's face was pale, but his eyes were calm. He looked at Jun Mo who was walking slowly towards him, and looked at the iron sword in his left hand. He took a deep breath of the slightly cold autumn wind.
His monk's robe danced wildly. Because of the sudden autumn wind, he only took a deep breath, and the countless autumn winds between heaven and earth all entered between his lips and began to wash his Buddha-heart.
With such a Buddha's might, heaven and earth naturally sensed it. Silk-shaped clouds floated in the dark blue sky. Those clouds were pulled even thinner, as though they were sugar threads that could not be pulled no matter how hard one pulled.
All the weeds within a one-mile radius suddenly bent down and fell to the ground, as if they were worshipping, revealing the white bones of humans and beasts, as well as the dust-covered gems, which were rolling in the wind.
The stream flowing in the abandoned gold sand field was so shallow and clear, but at this moment, the crazy autumn wind blew out countless ripples, and the mud at the bottom of the stream was suffused with the color of water.
Qi Nian opened his lips and started the silent meditation that he had cultivated for twenty years.
The Zen Dharma closed his mouth and did not speak. When he opened his mouth, there was no sound. Only a wisp of wind slowly flowed out from between his lips. This wisp of wind was so gentle, so merciful, and there was a faint scent of sandalwood in it.
In the endless chill of the autumn wind, he found the gentle feeling of spring wind. This was the ability of silent meditation. The faint scent of sandalwood and the fresh smell of the wind were dependent on each other, but did not mix.
The silence of Buddhism was not really silence.
Thunder could be heard in the silence. There was a thunder-like Buddha roar in the sandalwood that was slowly sent out by the wisp of wind, just like the heavy rain always accumulated in the thick clouds like cotton.
When the thick clouds suddenly dispersed, there was a heavy rain and thunder. The roar of Buddha suppressed Jun Mo in this desolate field, and at the same time informed the monks in the Xuankong Temple among the peaks.
Breathing was the most common and the most easily forgotten movement of the human body, so it was natural and fast. In Buddhism, breathing was also a measure of time, which was extremely short.
Within a breath, Qi Nian started the great magic power of the Buddhism Sect. Who could be faster than him?
Jun Mo's sword was faster than breathing, faster than the autumn wind, faster than the heavy rain. In the blink of an eye, it came to Qi Nian's front, in front of his eyes, and in front of his lips!
This iron sword seemed to be even faster than the silent sound!
Jun Mo's sword came to a foot in front of Qi Nian.
Jun Mo's sword was Jun Mo.
Qi Nian naturally came to a foot in front of Jun Mo.
Starting from Liu Bai, the swordsmanship in the human world had undergone earth-shaking changes. The lonely and invincible Sage of Sword finally wanted to turn the world upside down and then died.
But the true meaning of his swordsmanship was left in the human world, and it began to shine in the hands of many people. The disciples of the Sword Garret, Ning Que, and Ye Hongyu all had Liu Bai's sword.
The one who was most qualified to inherit Liu Bai's swordsmanship and could even go further was, of course, Jun Mo. He was Liu Bai's strongest opponent in swordsmanship in this life, and he was naturally Liu Bai's confidant.
Even Sangsang could not avoid Liu Bai's sword, and could only use her own world to block it. Then how many people could avoid Jun Mo's sword? At least, Qi Nian could not do it.
Qi Nian knew that he could not avoid this sword, so he did not think about it from the beginning. He just gently blew at the iron sword.
It was still a gentle breeze from the beautiful spring, but it was condensed by the endless autumn wind. It contained the true meaning of Buddhism, the reincarnation of all things withering and rebirth, and it could eliminate all the killing intent in the world.
Jun Mo's iron sword could not move forward, because he could not pierce through the cycle of life.
The sword could not fall from the front. He turned his wrist, and the iron sword flew away from the breeze as soon as it touched it. It suddenly turned in the air without a trace of autumn wind, and slashed at Qi Nian's neck.
The iron sword whistled through the wind, and Qi Nian's eyes suddenly brightened, like the gems on the Buddha statue. He still could not avoid this sword, so he did not avoid it. His right hand, which was put together in front of his chest, came to his face. Three of his fingers were naturally hanging down, and the other two fingers seemed to be touching, as if he was holding an invisible flower, facing the edge of the sword.
The iron sword was broad and thick, but it had the intent of sharpness. The invisible flower between Qi Nian's fingers had the sense of tranquility and Zen. This flower was not a flower of the human world, even in the spring wind, it would not invite bees to fall, so the edge of the sword could not fall.
The iron sword was gently pinched by Qi Nian's fingers.
Jun Mo withdrew the sword. This movement seemed simple, but in fact it represented an extremely shocking state. How many people in the world could walk away from the Pinching Flower Fingers, regardless of illusion and reality?
Jun Mo still looked calm. He flicked his right sleeve and took a step forward to the right. The iron sword in his left hand was pushed to the back by the sleeve wind, and then he slapped at Qi Nian's cheek with the back of his hand.
A forward sword, a reverse sword. Anyway, it was a sword. Let's see how you can block it.
Qi Nian could not block it, so he had to take it head-on. The Buddha's light shone, and the Dharmakaya of Acalanatha appeared in the field again. Then in an instant, it disappeared into his body.
Being invisible did not mean that it did not exist. The Dharmakaya of Acalanatha was taken back by Qi Nian. From this moment on, it was no longer an external Dharmakaya, but a Dharmakaya. His body was as strong as King Kong.
The iron sword fell heavily on Qi Nian's cheek.
There was a crisp sound, like a slap in the face.
A very clear red mark appeared on Qi Nian's cheek, as if he had been slapped.
Then his face swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye. Nine of his strongest teeth were slapped off and shattered into pieces. The pieces spread in his mouth, and blood flowed down from the corner of his lips.
Body as the Dharmakaya of Acalanatha, as strong as King Kong? As long as it was not like the Chief Monk of Scripture who had become a Buddha with his body, there was no reason that Jun Mo's sword could not smash him.
Qi Nian felt very painful, and also very humiliated.
He was the World Wayfarer of Buddhism, and was recognized by the cultivation world as a powerhouse of the Destined Generation. But today, he was defeated by Jun Mo in such a contemptuous way. How could he not be humiliated?
Because of the pain and humiliation, his Zen heart could not calm down and began to tremble. The corner of his mouth that was overflowing with blood also began to twitch. The breeze that blew out from his lips could not continue and scattered into a ball to protect his face.
Although he was very angry, he clearly knew that if he did not protect his most dangerous face, Jun Mo's next sword was very likely to directly smash his head into pieces.
Jun Mo did not continue to attack, because the three Commandment Hall elders were ready to attack at this time behind Qi Nian. He just wanted to break into the mountain, and did not want to stay here for long.
Jun Mo's blood-colored monk robe fluttered slightly. He stepped on Qi Nian's head with his right foot, forcibly interrupting the second Silent Meditation that he was preparing, and landed among the three Commandment Hall elders.
The three Commandment Hall elders sat in three places, forming a triangle. The distance between them was exactly the same, which was the standard number of three by three, which was the number of Buddhism.
The Elder with the highest cultivation sat in the direction of the foot of the mountain, which was in front of Jun Mo's path. If Jun Mo wanted to go up the mountain, he had to pass this person before Qi Nian turned around.
It was the iron sword that came to the Elder.
The Commandment Hall elder looked slightly serious, and the prayer beads in his hand shone and stopped the iron sword.
The other two Elders began to chant scriptures.
Jun Mo reached out to hold the iron sword, and the prayer beads suddenly broke, turning into Buddha beads all over the sky.
The Commandment Hall elders shouted in unison.
The string of prayer beads instantly exploded, and the Buddha's power shrouded the field.
Jun Mo swept up, stepped on the Elder's head, jumped high, and then landed on the ground in the distance.
Just like that, he charged forward, completely unreasonable.
The divine powers in the Buddha beads all landed on his body.
The Commandment Hall elders looked at Jun Mo who was rushing forward at a high speed in the field, and saw the fresh blood flowing out of his body. They knew that he must have been seriously injured, and could not help but feel a little shocked.
He left just like that without even unleashing a single sword strike?
He'd rather get injured than stop and fight a single battle?
Was this still the proud and conceited Jun Mo?
In the desolate field, the blood-colored monk robe fluttered in the autumn wind. Jun Mo was like a graceful swan, and with the momentum of the Qi of Heaven and Earth, he rushed to the mountain in a flash.
He was still the proud Jun Mo.
But he was just confident, and never conceited.
No matter how strong the enemy was, he would not be afraid. Anyway, he would fight with his sword.
But if it was necessary, he could temporarily ignore his pride.
He wanted to grab the chessboard, and he had to take advantage of the time when Qi Nian and the three Commandment Hall elders were not in the peak. What he needed was time, and nothing else mattered.
Of course, this did not mean that he would not care about the injury he got today, but he would deal with it later.
In the future on the battlefield, he believed that he would meet Qi Nian and the three presidents of the Commandment Hall again. Anyway, they would meet again, and at that time, he would naturally fight with his sword again.
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