A firework lit up the dimly lit underground field.
A cloud of smoke and dust cut through the surface of the field and quickly extended to the giant peak ahead.
Jun Mo was at the forefront of the smoke and dust. He rode the wind with the help of the Qi of Heaven and Earth. The iron sword in front of him broke the wind silently like a real sword, moving forward at an unimaginable speed.
The firework was a warning. The alarm in the giant peak rang loudly. Countless monks rushed out of the temple and came to the mountain road, ready to set up a great formation of Buddhism to suppress the invading enemy.
Jun Mo, who had turned into a sword, was so fast that he was even faster than the light that shot toward the giant peak. He had already reached the foot of the mountain before the formation of Buddhism was completed.
The autumn mountain was silent. The green bamboos on both sides of the mountain road suddenly swayed. The monks saw Jun Mo coming and saw the iron sword in his hand.
The monks of Xuankong Temple took action, so Jun Mo naturally took out his sword. He came so fast that the formation of Buddhism on the mountain road between the peaks was not completed, but he just broke through it unreasonably!
Until then, the autumn wind suddenly rose and whistled back and forth between the bamboo forest and the mountain road. There were dozens of blood stains on the green bamboos, which looked like red tear stains.
No matter whether the blood stained the bamboos belonged to monks or Jun Mo, he had entered the depths of the giant peak and was rushing on his own path, his way of being a gentleman.
Jun Mo's way of being a gentleman was to reason with the enemy first. If the enemy did not listen, then he would crush them. In the field at the foot of the mountain, he had already talked a lot with Xuankong Temple. Since the Xuankong Temple did not listen, he would not continue to talk and crush them directly.
Qi Nian and the Third Elder of Commandment Yard were still rushing back from the field. The powerful people in the temples had no time to react. Jun Mo crushed them all the way.
He held the iron sword in his hand and directly killed his way to the cliff plateau, covered in blood.
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The edge of the giant pit was full of steep cliffs. The cliffs cut a very deep hole in the Wilderness, and then extended and finally converged in the distance. It was very shocking to see.
The autumn wind had yet to rise in the Wilderness. Not far away, there was a lonely Bodhi tree. Its green leaves were still round and motionless. However, there was a trail of smoke near the cliff.
The so-called smoke and dust were actually countless dust particles and pebbles moving at an unimaginably high speed in the space next to the cliff. They looked like countless extremely thin threads.
However long the cliff was, this streak of smoke was as long as the cliff. It stretched for thousands of li without a beginning or end in sight. It surrounded the world below the cliff like a miracle. It was unknown why it appeared.
Amidst the smoke and dust, thousands of figures could be vaguely seen. In fact, it was not that they could be seen, but because those figures were moving too fast, even faster than what the naked eye could see. Those figures could overlap in countless places in an instant, creating this illusion.
Among the thousands of figures, there were only two people.
Two people who kept chasing each other.
Suddenly, the melodious sound of a bell came from the distant giant peak.
The thousands of miles of smoke and dust at the edge of the cliff suddenly stopped, and then slowly fell back to the plains.
Where the smoke and dust settled, two people showed up.
The scholar in a cotton-padded jacket had a cloth belt around his waist, and there was an inconspicuous wooden stick in it. He looked gentle and dusty, but extremely clean. He was the Eldest Brother of the Academy.
The middle-aged scholar opposite him had a flagon tied to his waist. He was the Drunkard.
Hundreds of white threads seeped out of the Eldest Brother's cotton-padded jacket and dragged for thousands of feet. They were gently fluttering in the autumn wind. It was very elegant, but inevitably looked a little weird.
The pursuit in the Distanceless State was too fast.
The Eldest Brother's cotton-padded jacket was not ordinary. It did not tear in such a high-speed movement. However, the cotton in the interlayer of the jacket was squeezed out of the fine holes in the cotton cloth, and became the thinnest cotton thread.
Hundreds of cotton threads were fluttering behind him. It was indeed a little hard to describe. Especially as the wind gradually changed, some of the cotton threads fell on his face, which looked even more funny, or even cute.
The Drunkard took down the flagon and drank endlessly. He was still relaxed after such a long pursuit in the Distanceless State, but his hand holding the flagon was slightly trembling.
The Eldest Brother looked at him drinking without saying a word.
When he was a little tipsy, the Drunkard put down the flagon and looked at him with mixed feelings. He said, "Li Manman, you have become faster, but you are still not as fast as me."
The Eldest Brother smiled gently and said, "You did not catch up with me."
The Drunkard was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Why?"
There were many whys in the world, at least more than a hundred thousand whys. What he wanted to ask was, of course, why the Academy was against the Buddhism Sect, because it meant that they were on the side of Haotian.
"In fact, I sometimes ask myself the same question."
The Eldest Brother thought for a moment and then said, "I figured it out later. The Youngest Brother and Haotian were trapped in the chessboard, and they were in such a relationship. So if we want the Youngest Brother to come out, we have to save Haotian. We are not against the Buddhism Sect, nor do we want to be friends with Haotian. We just want to save people."
For the Academy, saving people was always the most important thing, whether it was to save humans or to save the Youngest Brother. As for the pros and cons, they had to put aside for now.
Once they started to consider the pros and cons, the Academy would no longer be the Academy.
The Drunkard frowned slightly and asked, "What is the Academy trying to do?"
The Eldest Brother said with a smile, "The Master has his own ideas, and so do your disciples. What the Academy is trying to do may seem ridiculous to you, but it should be interesting."
The Drunkard said, "The Buddha also has his own plan. He has waited for countless years until Haotian is weakened by the Academy. When she and the mortals enter the Knowing Destiny State, it is probably the only and last hope for the Academy to represent human beings. How can you destroy it?"
The Eldest Brother shook his head and said, "The Academy has never thought about representing human beings. We are just doing what we think is beneficial to human beings, and we do it ourselves first."
The Drunkard said, "Then why do you want to stop the Buddhism Sect from killing Haotian?"
The Eldest Brother said, "First of all, it is the same reason I told you before. We want to save people. Secondly, Haotian is in the Divine Kingdom, so Sangsang cannot be killed."
Sangsang was Haotian, and Haotian was Sangsang. But Sangsang was in the human world, and Haotian was in the Divine Kingdom. If the two existences could not be wiped out at the same time, Haotian would never be killed.
The Eldest Brother said again, "If so, the Buddhism Sect can't kill Haotian by killing Sangsang. Instead, it will make her disappear and return to the Divine Kingdom. Haotian will become more powerful."
It sounded hard to understand, but it was easy for people like the Drunkard and the Eldest Brother to understand. That was why the Academy had never figured out why the Drunkard did it.
The Drunkard remained silent.
The Eldest Brother understood and sighed, "Is that what the Abbey Dean is thinking?"
The Drunkard looked up at the gray sky and said, "Yes."
Sangsang could be killed or awakened by the Buddha's Ordeal. Either way, she could return to the Divine Kingdom of Haotian. That was what the Abbey Dean was thinking.
"Abbey Dean …"
The Eldest Brother realized that no words were suitable to describe the Abbey Dean. He said, "It seems that the chessboard could really kill her."
The Drunkard said, "She will definitely die."
That was the Abbey Dean's judgment. Even though he was a disabled man now, both the Drunkard and the Eldest Brother knew that his judgment was correct.
The Eldest Brother looked at the mountain in the distance quietly and then pulled out the wooden stick from his waist.
He didn't know how to fight before, so he never carried a weapon. Later on, he was forced to learn how to fight in the Pamir Mountains, so he broke the water ladle that he always carried with him.
When he was chasing the Abbey Dean that year, he picked up a wooden stick on the beach of a small island in the South Sea. From that day on, the stick became his weapon.
The stick was left by the Headmaster in the human world.
The Eldest Brother pulled out the stick, which meant that he was ready to fight. In other words, he was ready to risk his life.
The Abbey Dean said that Sangsang would definitely die in the Buddha's chessboard. Then Ning Que, who was connected to her in life, would definitely die as well. As Ning Que's Senior Brother, the Eldest Brother naturally had to risk his life.
Everyone in the cultivation world knew that people in the Academy were good at risking their lives. When they risked their lives, everyone would be afraid. Not only the famous Crazy Ke of the last generation, but also the current generation.
When Jun Mo risked his life, the army couldn't move forward and the Yellow River flowed backward. When Yu Lian risked her life, she dared to fly up to the sky and cut off the rainbow. As for the most terrifying one, it was Mr. First of the Academy.
The Eldest Brother was very gentle and rarely got angry, let alone risking his life. But the more gentle he was, the more terrifying he would be when he really risked his life.
The Abbey Dean was the most powerful man in the human world when he was at his peak state. But even he couldn't do anything when facing the Eldest Brother who risked his life. The Drunkard didn't want to stop him either.
The Drunkard turned sideways to avoid the stick.
The Eldest Brother pointed at the giant peak and said, "Senior, aren't you worried that I'll leave like this?"
The Drunkard said calmly and confidently, "You're not as fast as me. I can catch up with you."
The Eldest Brother said, "You've been chasing me for three months, but you still haven't caught up with me."
The Drunkard smiled and said, "As long as you don't enter the Xuankong Temple, why should I catch up with you?"
The Eldest Brother also smiled and said, "Senior, haven't you noticed that we've been standing opposite to each other? That's because I've been moving backward. If I turn around, can you still catch up with me? "
The Drunkard's expression suddenly changed.
On the field by the cliff, the autumn wind suddenly whistled and a thunder-like sound was heard. A mass of airwaves spread to all directions and formed a huge hole.
Hundreds of white cotton threads were falling in the wind.
The Eldest Brother disappeared.
The next moment, he appeared on the cliff plateau, under the pear tree.
Almost at the same time, Jun Mo also came to the cliff plateau, covered in blood.
Jun Mo looked at the Eldest Brother under the tree and nodded.
The Eldest Brother and the Junior Brother hadn't seen each other for a long time. They didn't talk about the old days, but looked at the same place.
On the broken temple in the cliff plateau, there was a white pagoda.
In front of the white pagoda, an old monk sat cross-legged.
In front of the old monk, there was a chessboard.
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(Yesterday I said I would write three chapters today, but I really can't do it anymore. Just one chapter. If I'm in a better state of mind tomorrow, I'll try to make up for it. Sorry.) (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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