Many years ago, in the autumn rain at the Lanke Temple, Ye Su, the World Wayfarer of Haotian Taoism, Qi Nian, the World Wayfarer of Buddhism, and the most powerful sword in the human world could do nothing to them. They could only watch the Buddha statue collapse.
Today, outside the Xuankong Temple in the West Wilderness, they could beat the Chief Monk of Scripture, the Buddha in the human world, in front of the Drunkard, such a powerful cultivator, and even broke the Chief Monk's Vajra Body.
Because they were very strong, and because they cooperated perfectly. Because they had a natural tacit understanding, which represented absolute trust and confidence.
Only the Academy could cultivate such temperament, and only the Headmaster of Academy could teach such disciples. When they fought side by side, even Heaven would feel afraid, not to mention the enemy.
After Jun Mo had chopped the iron sword for the umpteenth time, the Chief Monk of Scripture finally opened his eyes. A thin stream of blood flowed from the top of his head into his eyes, and his sight was bloody.
The Chief Monk felt very painful, really painful. He also found that the two disciples of the Academy were really going to keep chopping forever. He didn't want to die yet, because he hadn't seen Buddha reappear in the human world. So he had to do something, although he knew the consequences.
The iron sword fell again. The Chief Monk loosened his hand holding the chessboard, and put one hand in front of him. He raised it a little high, just in front of the iron sword.
The Chief Monk's hand didn't hold the iron sword. Because the moment he let go, the Eldest Brother also let go of the iron sword. He held the wooden stick and smashed it heavily on the Chief Monk's mouth between his thumb and index finger.
The wooden stick didn't want to snatch food from the tiger's mouth, but to feed the tiger with its own body.
The Chief Monk suddenly felt suffocated. His hand, wrist, and chest trembled uneasily. His Vajra Body made a cracking sound, as if it would break in the next moment.
He had only wanted to stretch out one hand, because he could stop Jun Mo's iron sword with one hand. Unexpectedly, it was the wooden stick that came to him. He could not understand. Could the two from the Academy see through the minds of humans?
The Eldest Brother and Jun Mo couldn't see through others' thoughts, but they could know each other's thoughts without talking. So the iron sword didn't fall, but the wooden stick came.
Jun Mo's iron sword fell down and chopped at the chessboard in the arms of the Chief Monk.
No matter how chaotic the Chief Monk's Zen heart was, he couldn't stop the wooden stick.
There was a clear ringing sound, as if a tiny porcelain cup had fallen to the ground.
Suddenly, an extremely bright light appeared in the dark cave. It was the light of heaven.
An extremely deep crack extended from the depths of the plains to the ground.
Then, the earth shook, and the cliff collapsed. Countless rocks and dirt flew out. On the east side of the sinkhole, a gap of more than ten miles long appeared. The scene was extremely shocking.
In the opening of the sinkhole, there were innumerable ant nests, rat holes, roots of autumn grass, and stolen fruits. There was a thin stream of water between the rocks, gradually wetting the rocks.
The Chief Monk sat among the rubble. His face was covered with dust and blood. He looked very miserable.
The chessboard in his arms had already been taken away by Jun Mo's iron sword.
The Drunkard stood at the edge of the collapsed cliff and looked at the scene. His expression suddenly changed. Jun Mo had returned to the state before the Verdant Canyon, and Li Manman's state had improved rapidly. This made him extremely shocked and vigilant. However, he still didn't expect that these two could actually break the Vajra Body of the Chief Monk and take away the chessboard!
The Chief Monk looked at the Eldest Brother and Jun Mo with a sad expression, but also a sense of loss and relief. His voice was as low as a bell, and he said with pity, "It's useless."
What's useless? Even if you get the chessboard, it's useless. You can't open the chessboard and save Haotian and Ning Que from inside. Because it's a celestial instrument left by Buddha. If it didn't rot in the Lanke Temple, it would never rot. It had already surpassed the rules of time and was truly Vajra Body.
The Eldest Brother glanced at the chessboard in Jun Mo's hand and said nothing. He reached out and grabbed Jun Mo's sleeve. The two disappeared and returned to the green tree by the cliff plateau.
The next moment, the autumn wind blew again. The Drunkard also returned to the cliff plateau with the Chief Monk of Scripture. The Chief Monk sat in front of the White Pagoda and looked at the two under the tree. He said with pity, "It's really useless."
Jun Mo ignored him. He picked up the iron sword and chopped at the chessboard.
The Eldest Brother stood in front of the chessboard with a pale face. It was obvious that his Psyche Power had been greatly consumed. But he just stood there. Neither the Drunkard nor the Chief Monk wanted to try.
The sound of the iron sword falling on the chessboard kept ringing on the cliff plateau. It was clear and decisive, and it was completely different from the bell in the temple. There were countless soldiers and horses in the midst of it.
Jun Mo waved the iron sword and kept chopping. No one knew how many times he had chopped and how much time had passed. The sound echoed among the cliffs, as if the army was vowing to attack the city.
The Buddha City was hard to break.
Jun Mo kept chopping until his fingers were bleeding. His expression didn't change. Every time he waved the sword, he was still so meticulous to make sure that he could exert the greatest power.
The Chief Monk looked at the scene in silence and did nothing. So the Drunkard did nothing either. He just watched quietly, and the more he watched, the more complicated his mood became.
He should have known that there was no hope, but he still kept doing it. It even gave the onlookers the illusion that the iron sword could chop out hope from despair. What kind of mind did he have? How could the Headmaster of the Academy teach such a disciple? Where did he find such a disciple?
Jun Mo suddenly stopped, not because he was tired, although he was really tired, but because one side of the iron sword had been deformed. The edgeless sword blade had become flat.
The iron sword was indestructible. Before the Verdant Canyon, it had chopped countless swords. Even Liu Bai's sword had been broken by the iron sword. But today it was deformed in front of the chessboard.
He looked at the Chief Monk of Scripture and asked, "If it's really useless, why did you watch the chessboard on the cliff plateau for a whole year? You didn't dare to leave it no matter what happened. "
The Chief Monk said, "I watched it for a year because I wanted to watch it."
The two "watch" in the beginning and the end of the sentence could have different pronunciations and meanings. The first "watch" was to guard, and the second "watch" was to see, or to watch.
The Eldest Brother asked, "What do you want to watch?"
The Chief Monk's silver eyebrows fluttered in the autumn wind. He said, "To watch Buddha and all living beings."
Jun Mo didn't understand. He shook his head, changed the side of the iron sword in his hand, and continued to chop the chessboard.
The Chief Monk's expression changed slightly, and the Drunkard's expression became more and more serious. They didn't expect that Jun Mo stopped not because he gave up, but because he wanted to change the side of the iron sword in his hand. So even if the iron sword was really broken, he would change another side and continue to chop.
The Eldest Brother suddenly said, "Buddha's chessboard can't be cut, and Haotian can't be killed."
The Drunkard looked at him and wanted to stop him from continuing. But he thought for a while and didn't move.
The Eldest Brother continued, "Even if Buddha destroyed her existence in the chessboard, he could only turn her back into a pure rule and naturally return to the Divine Kingdom. What's the point of doing that?"
The Chief Monk put his palms together and said, "Buddha could foresee the past five thousand years, and the future five thousand years. He could foresee the past when he was alive, and the future when he was dead. Naturally, he could foresee what happened today."
The Eldest Brother said calmly, "The Headmaster thought for a thousand years and finally came up with a way to keep her in the human world. Could Buddha foresee the Headmaster's means? Could Buddha foresee the Youngest Brother's ability? Or could Buddha foresee that Haotian was divided into two by the Academy? No, Buddha couldn't foresee anything. "
His tone was normal, and his expression was calm, but he was confident. Even Haotian couldn't foresee what the Academy did, let alone Buddha.
The Chief Monk understood, so he kept silent for a long time. The Drunkard had heard the Abbey Dean talk about it in the stone room of the Divine Halls of West-Hill. So he knew it long ago, and that was why he came here to help the Buddhism Sect.
Buddha set a game of life and death for Haotian, but he couldn't foresee that Haotian had become two. In the Eldest Brother's words, what was the point of the game?
"Pointless."
In a very short time, the Chief Monk became much older, because he knew the intention of Taoism, and admitted that the Academy was right, and Buddha's game was pointless.
If there was only one Haotian, then Buddha's chessboard could only kill Sangsang, and then suppress her forever, so that she couldn't return to the Divine Kingdom and be resurrected.
But now there were two Haotian. Even if Buddha could kill Sangsang, how could he prevent the rules she turned into after her death from connecting with the world? Haotian was still there, and rules were naturally connected, and nothing could stop it. After death, Sangsang would definitely return to the Divine Kingdom, which was the ending the Abbey Dean wanted.
"Pointless."
The Chief Monk looked at Jun Mo, who was still cutting the chessboard, and repeated the four words again.
"What you are doing is also pointless. This is Buddha's chessboard. As long as Buddha doesn't allow them to return, they will never be able to. As for whether Haotian in the chessboard is alive or dead, and whether she will return to the Divine Kingdom after her death, it depends on the fate of Buddha, or the will of Heaven. Before that, mortals like us are pointless."
The bell between the peaks was still ringing. Many monks came to the cliff plateau, but they didn't dare to go forward. Hearing this, they all bowed with their palms pressed together. Qi Nian and the Third Elder of Commandment Yard also came.
In this battle between the Academy and Xuankong Temple, it seemed that the Academy had the upper hand. But as long as the Academy couldn't open the chessboard, it was destined to lose.
Jun Mo finally stopped and suddenly said, "If we can't open it, then we will go in."
The Eldest Brother smiled and said, "That makes sense."
The Chief Monk said, "Not everyone can enter it."
The Eldest Brother said, "Chief Monk, have you ever wondered why we didn't leave, but came to the cliff plateau, since we have the chessboard?"
The Chief Monk's silver eyebrows slightly fluttered, as if he had noticed something.
The Eldest Brother looked at the green tree and reached out to touch the leaves. He said, "Is this the pear tree?"
The Chief Monk was silent. Qi Nian and the other monks behind the green vines slightly changed their expressions.
The Eldest Brother said, "I heard that this pear tree blooms every five hundred years, bears fruit every five days, and falls to the ground every five minutes. It touches the ground and drifts with the current, never to be seen again. It's really amazing."
The Drunkard said, "This tree blooms and bears fruit a year ago."
The Eldest Brother sat down against the green tree and said, "If so, then I will wait for another four hundred and ninety-nine years. When it blooms and bears fruit, I will go into the chessboard to find it."
Jun Mo picked up the chessboard and sat down under the tree.
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(Chapter Three, and then go to have a meal. Chapter Four will be later.) (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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