A spider web fell from the eaves of the White Pagoda and covered the old monk's head and body. The old monk closed his eyes and looked calm. His silver eyebrows fluttered in the wind and touched the spider web in front of him, as if they were two pieces of silk in the web. If one didn't look carefully, they couldn't be distinguished at all.
Although the old monk closed his eyes, it gave people a feeling that his eyes were still on the world and were fixed on the seemingly ordinary chessboard in front of him.
The old monk was naturally the Chief Monk of Scripture of Xuankong Temple.
Since Ning Que and Sangsang entered the chessboard, he had never left the chessboard. He watched the spring leaves, summer flowers, autumn fruits, and winter snow in the mountains and listened to the morning bells and evening drums in the temple. Regardless of the wind and rain, he remained silent.
Jun Mo came to the cliff and looked at the Eldest Brother under the pear tree. He walked directly to the old monk and raised the iron sword in his hand to chop at the chessboard.
The wide and straight iron sword chopped heavily on the chessboard, making a deafening noise. Dust splashed on the cliff plateau. When the dust settled, the chessboard was still lying quietly in front of the old monk's knees.
There was no trace left on the chessboard, not even a tremble.
With Jun Mo's powerful cultivation state, the iron sword could probably cut off a stone mountain. Unexpectedly, it couldn't shake the chessboard at all!
The chessboard could withstand the power of the iron sword, but the cliff plateau couldn't. With a clear cracking sound, several cracks appeared on the cliff plateau. The cracks were dark and deep, probably hundreds of feet deep into the mountain. These cracks spread to the edge of the cliff and finally broke the cliff wall under the pear tree.
Years ago, the splashing water on the chessboard turned into several large waterfalls. Although the water had no source, it kept flowing down the cliff. Until now, it was finally cut off by Jun Mo's sword.
One sword could break the waterfall, but not the chessboard.
Jun Mo looked at the Chief Monk behind the chessboard and raised the iron sword in his hand again.
The Chief Monk still closed his eyes, as if he didn't know the existence of the iron sword. His hands fell on the chessboard. Was the Vajra Vajra of the chessboard his trick?
Jun Mo couldn't be sure, and he didn't need to be sure. He raised the iron sword and chopped down again. But this time, it was not the chessboard, but the Chief Monk.
Before the sword fell, the wind came first. The iron sword easily tore the seemingly troublesome cobwebs and fell on the Chief Monk's head, among the solemn Precepts scars.
The iron sword was thick, and the Chief Monk's head was round. Therefore, Jun Mo didn't look like chopping with the sword, but more like hitting with a stick.
Another loud crash sounded. The cold wind blew on the cliff plateau, and the pear tree swayed. The pear tree shook. The pear tree shook. The pear tree shook. The pear tree shook.
The Chief Monk closed his eyes and still looked calm. But his silver eyebrows fluttered a little crazily, like a kasaya on a drying line in the wind. It was hard to guess where the sleeves and the hem of the clothes would flutter.
The iron sword didn't leave any mark on his head, let alone a wound. He didn't bleed either.
The Chief Monk's body had become Buddha, and his body and mind were both indestructible. To him, Ning Que's Primordial Thirteen Arrows were like straws, and Jun Mo's iron sword was just a wooden stick.
However, he suddenly became shorter.
The reason why he became shorter was that his body had sunk into the surface of the cliff platform. He was still sitting cross-legged and had sunk only a few inches, but the iron sword had still sunk a little.
Jun Mo still didn't speak. He raised the iron sword in his hand and prepared to chop down again.
At this moment, the wind on the cliff became slightly turbulent. Eldest Brother came to his side.
This was what it meant to stand shoulder to shoulder.
Jun Mo withdrew his iron sword because his Eldest Brother was holding a wooden stick in his hand.
The Eldest Brother walked to the Chief Monk with the wooden stick in his hand and knocked on him.
His movement was a bit slow, and the stick seemed to knock very lightly. However, when the wooden stick fell on the Chief Monk's head, a sound that was even more horrible than the sound made by Jun Mo's iron sword was heard.
With a boom, countless cracks appeared on the White Pagoda behind the Chief Monk, which looked like the previous spider web. The copper bell hanging on the eaves rang crisply and then exploded into pieces.
The Chief Monk still had his eyes closed. His silver eyebrows fluttered in the wind, and his face became slightly pale. His body sunk half a foot deep into the cliff platform.
Although he had sunk, the Chief Monk was not really hurt. The chessboard under his hand sunk deeper into the cliff platform and became more solid. The Eldest Brother sighed, "It still can't be broken."
Jun Mo raised the iron sword and said, "Just keep smashing it."
At this moment, a breeze rose on the cliff platform, and the fragrance of wine overflowed.
The Drunkard came to the platform and looked at the Eldest Brother in silence.
Jun Mo looked back at him and said, "Do you want to stop us?"
The Drunkard said, "I don't want to risk my life."
The Academy's Second Year students were present at the same time. Even he had to risk his life. However, the Eldest Brother felt a bit confused and asked, "Aren't you worried that we will take the chessboard away?"
The Drunkard said, "The Chief Monk is as strong as Vajra Body. Even I and the Butcher can't break it. Neither can you. So why should I worry?"
Jun Mo didn't say anything more. He turned around and waved the iron sword to chop the Chief Monk's head again.
There was another loud bang!
The cracks on the White Pagoda became deeper, and so did the cracks on the cliff platform. Many cracks also appeared on the stone walls in the cliff cave. The whole world seemed to be falling apart.
But the Chief Monk was still the same.
"Senior Brother, it's your turn."
Jun Mo stepped back and gave the position to the Eldest Brother.
Looking at the chessboard that had sunk completely into the cliff platform, the Eldest Brother thought for a while and said, "I won't smash it."
The Drunkard smiled.
Jun Mo frowned slightly.
The Eldest Brother looked at him and said with a smile, "You try to pry it open."
Jun Mo suddenly remembered something that happened many years ago in the Back Mountain of the Academy.
At that time, he and the Eldest Brother had just entered the Academy and were still very young. They were ordered by the Headmaster of Academy to repair the mountain path in the Back Mountain. They encountered a rock that had fallen from the cliff, which was very troublesome.
When Jun Mo was young, he was prouder, more confident and more stubborn than he was now. He held a mountain-splitting axe and kept smashing the big rock for three days and three nights.
In the end, his purlicue was bleeding, and his body was so exhausted that he could barely lift his mountain-splitting axe. However, only a small part of the rock had been smashed away.
When he was smashing the rock, the Eldest Brother did nothing but watched. He knew that the Eldest Brother was a little weak, but he was still a little angry because of his helplessness.
No matter how angry he was, Jun Mo wouldn't blame the Eldest Brother, let alone speak ill of him. So he felt very wronged. He didn't know why, but he just cried.
The Eldest Brother looked at the huge rock for a long time. When he found that little Jun Mo was crying, he looked at him for a long time. Then he left without saying anything.
The Eldest Brother left so heartlessly. Of course, Jun Mo wouldn't cry anymore. Who was he crying for? He washed his face with the cold stream water and recovered some energy. He picked up the axe again and was ready to continue smashing.
At this time, the Eldest Brother came back with a dozen of tough big bamboo in his arms. His forehead was covered with sweat. It was very hard for him to drag these bamboos down.
The Eldest Brother stuffed the bamboo into the gap between the rock and the cliff. He calculated and confirmed that it was accurate. Then he called Jun Mo to him and said, "Pry it."
Jun Mo had always listened to the Eldest Brother. Although he didn't understand what the Eldest Brother wanted to do and what the bamboo was for, he still did as he was told.
The huge rock was smashed by the mountain-splitting axe for three days and three nights without being smashed. Then when Jun Mo went to pry it, he found that the rock soon loosened and then rolled down the mountain path, becoming a scenery in the mountain stream.
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Many years had passed, but Jun Mo still listened to the Eldest Brother. Since the Eldest Brother asked him to pry it, he would do it. He walked to the front of the Chief Monk and stabbed the iron sword into it.
The iron sword was not between the Chief Monk's body and the cliff plateau, but was stabbed into the edge of the chessboard.
The Drunkard's expression changed slightly.
Jun Mo waved the iron sword to pry it out.
The Qi of Heaven and Earth on the cliff plateau was in chaos. The wind was howling. The stones on the surface of the White Pagoda were peeled off and hit the Chief Monk's head, splashing smoke and dust.
The Chief Monk was still standing there. The chessboard was still in the cliff plateau.
The iron sword was bearing an unimaginable weight. It was like a real mountain.
Jun Mo was going to pry the mountain up.
A clear whistle burst out from his lips. It was as bright as a phoenix and as powerful as a landslide.
The flagon on the Drunkard's waist floated up slightly.
The Eldest Brother stood in front of him with his back to him.
In the clear whistle, the iron sword in Jun Mo's hand slightly bent and then straightened.
His sword was always straight. Even a mountain couldn't bend it.
There was an unimaginable power between the bending.
The chessboard was finally pried up and slowly rose to the ground!
The Chief Monk's silver eyebrows fluttered. He suddenly turned over his hands and pressed them on the chessboard.
The mountain fell on the chessboard again.
Jun Mo's clear whistle stopped abruptly. He shouted like thunder, "Up!"
The cliff wall collapsed, the pear tree shook, and the green leaves fell like rain. The chessboard was up!
The Chief Monk's hand was on the chessboard. He was still sitting cross-legged.
The iron sword was strong and straight. However, the chessboard and the Chief Monk were as heavy as the Prajna Mountain. Even if the chessboard was lifted, it could only make a small gap. The gap was thinner than a hair. Even the smallest ant couldn't climb in.
But it was enough.
The gap meant that the chessboard and the mountain had been separated.
The chessboard and the mountain were separated, but not from the Chief Monk's hand.
Then, it was the Eldest Brother's business.
He didn't know when his hand had fallen on the shoulder of the Chief Monk.
On the cliff plateau, the airflow burst out, making a buzzing sound like a bell or a chime.
In front of the White Pagoda, only Jun Mo was standing with the iron sword.
The Eldest Brother, the Chief Monk, and the chessboard had all disappeared.
Where did they go?
They went to the sky.
Although the giant mountain was majestic and tall and could be called the first peak in the world, it was deep underground. Therefore, if seen from the surface, the peak was only a little higher than the Wilderness.
The sky was much higher than the peak.
There were white clouds floating in the blue sky. Two people appeared in the white clouds.
The Eldest Brother let go of his hand.
The Chief Monk broke through the clouds and fell to the ground.
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