Even if he had to wait for another five hundred years, he would continue to wait. Listening to the morning bell and evening drum, watching the spring breeze and autumn rain, silently waiting for time to pass. There would definitely be a time when the pear blossom tree would bloom like snow. What kind of perseverance was this? What kind of spirit was this?
Looking at the two under the pear tree, the Chief Monk remained silent for a long time. He did not expect that the Academy would even know the biggest secret of the Buddhism Sect. That seemingly ordinary scholar was indeed as the rumors said. He was well-read and knowledgeable. No matter what field he was in, he could be the best.
The Drunkard walked to the other side of the cliff, untied the flagon, and began to drink. He looked at the distant sky silently. What he needed to do was to help Haotian Taoism send Haotian back to the Divine Kingdom. It would take at least five hundred years for the chessboard to open, but he was not worried at all. What he was best at was fighting against time.
The Chief Monk said, "Five hundred years is a long time, enough for a lot of things to happen in the human world. Taoism won't miss this opportunity if you wait under the pear tree. But what about the Academy? What about the Tang Empire? "
No wonder he was the Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple and the Buddha on earth of this generation. His simple words made everyone silent. Eldest Brother and Jun Mo would wait under the pear tree for 500 years. Who would guard Chang 'an?
"This green tree was planted by Buddha himself countless years ago. It was a slender sapling back then, but now it's difficult to encircle it with two palms. When you come again five hundred years later, perhaps the green tree will have reached the sky."
What the Chief Monk said was rather sentimental, but it was also a suggestion.
Jun Mo said, "If the pear tree is not in front of us, the Academy will not be at ease."
The Chief Monk said, "This pear tree is a sacred object left by Buddha. We must take good care of it."
Jun Mo said, "Youngest Brother is in the chessboard, so the Academy has to be careful. Moreover, you bald donkeys are the most shameless, fickle, hypocritical, and fanatical. I'm afraid that you will destroy the tree as soon as we leave."
The Xuankong Temple monks behind the green vines had ugly expressions when they heard this.
The Chief Monk said calmly, "What is the Academy going to do? There are more than ten thousand monks in the temple, all of them have firm Zen hearts. If they really want to seize it, do you think you can defend it for five hundred years? "
Jun Mo ignored him and looked at Eldest Senior Brother, asking, "Senior Brother, is it possible?"
Eldest Brother thought about it and said, "That's feasible."
Jun Mo didn't say anything specific, but he knew what Jun Mo was asking. So he slowly stood up, holding the wooden stick, and stood in front of the pear tree.
Jun Mo stood up and adjusted his Qi-circulation for a moment. Then, he stabbed the iron sword into the cliff plateau until the hilt slid down.
The cliff was firm, and the iron sword went in silently.
The Drunkard had guessed what the two from the Academy were going to do. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
Eldest Senior Senior Senior Senior Brother was very gentle and kind. He to him to say. To To Senior Eldest, Zhou, and years later, he said, he, to.
Eldest Senior Brother's temperament was very gentle and kind. He did everything slowly and spoke softly. He was the most amiable person and rarely got angry. He had never threatened anyone before, so his threats were very powerful. It was just like how he rarely risked his life against others, so when he risked his life, everyone would be afraid.
The Drunkard frowned. What he wanted was true immortality. But it was not worth it to drive the Academy mad and kill him at all costs just for immortality.
Before today, he did not believe that the Academy could kill him. But now he realized that it was not entirely impossible. Of course, even if the Academy could kill him, they would have to bury the Academy with them, or even the entire Tang Empire. Logically speaking, such a situation should not happen.
But what if the Academy really went crazy? What if these people really wanted to kill him?
The Drunkard said, "Taoism invited me to the West Wilderness and asked me to pass on a message. I brought it here a year ago. I also tried to leave the chessboard in the Xuankong Temple. Since I failed, I will not do it again."
Eldest Senior Brother said, "Thank you very much."
He knew that the Drunkard said so because he had confirmed that the chessboard left by Buddha could not be opened by external force. But he did not want to say it out.
The Drunkard could guess what the Academy wanted to do because he knew the Headmaster of the Academy and Ke Haoran. He knew that the Academy looked elegant and peaceful, but it was actually a group of lunatics.
The monks of the Xuankong Temple did not know the Academy well, so they could not guess what the Academy was going to do. They looked at the Eldest Senior Brother who was standing in front of the pear tree and became nervous.
The Chief Monk looked at Jun Mo and the sword in his hand. His expression suddenly changed.
Jun Mo did not look at him. He held the sword hilt and shouted. The iron sword began to move on the cliff plateau.
The movement of the iron sword was to cut.
A horrible sound of friction was heard. Pebbles flew and dust rose. The iron sword moved around the pear tree and on the surface of the cliff plateau. Finally, it broke out of the cliff.
A crack appeared on the ground of the cliff plateau. The Eldest Senior Brother bent down and put his hand into the crack.
Jun Mo asked again, "Senior Brother, is it possible?"
The Eldest Senior Brother said, "It's a bit hard, but it's doable. What about you?"
"I … can't leave yet." Jun Mo held the iron sword and looked at the dark and cold underground field under the peak. He said, "There are many people who need me there."
The Eldest Senior Brother praised, "Younger Brother, you are kind and brave."
Jun Mo said, "I just want peace of mind."
Eldest Brother said, "Kindness is the only thing that can make one feel at ease. Courage is the only thing that can move forward."
Being praised by the Eldest Senior Brother, Jun Mo was still calm because he believed that he was worthy of the two words. He said, "I will send you off."
The Eldest Senior Brother said, "I will send you off."
After saying this, his hand shook slightly. The crack on the cliff plateau suddenly widened.
The sound of friction was loud. A large cliff plateau slowly left the mountain.
The pear tree was on the cliff plateau.
The mud and sand fell. Under the cliff plateau, the roots of the pear tree could be vaguely seen.
This giant peak was the body of the Buddha. The cliff was so strong.
Jun Mo's iron sword had cut a piece of the cliff.
And now, the Eldest Senior Brother was going to leave with this cliff plateau.
Seeing this, the monks of the Xuankong Temple were shocked and speechless. They forgot what they were supposed to do.
The Eldest Senior Brother put the wooden stick into his waist and grabbed Jun Mo's sleeve.
Then they disappeared.
A piece of the cliff plateau was also missing.
The gap of the cliff was extremely smooth.
The green pear tree was also gone.
The Eldest Senior Brother and Jun Mo left just like that. They took away the chessboard left by the Buddha, the pear tree left by the Buddha, and even a piece of flesh from the Buddha's palm.
The Chief Monk was silent with a pale face.
The Drunkard took a sip of wine and sighed, "Lunatics. From the old to the young, they are all lunatics."
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The Eldest Senior Brother sent Jun Mo back to the underground field and then returned to the Academy.
From this day on, there was a pear tree in the back mountain of the Academy.
There was a chessboard under the pear tree.
Many people were watching the chessboard. They were so engrossed in it that they even forgot the passage of time.
They didn't want to see the Buddha or the living beings in the chessboard. They just wanted to see how to open the chessboard and save the Youngest Brother from it.
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(If I can study at the back of the mountain of the Academy, I think it will be a very happy thing. It's really cool. Four chapters have been completed. Today's update will definitely be very late, so I want to report to everyone in advance. I won't release separate chapters. First, I'm tired. Second, I have something to do in the afternoon and evening.) (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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