Nightfall

Qiannian looked at him with a complex expression and said, "What kind of enmity between my Buddha and your academy, from you to Ning Que, seems to be dying and then going fast, and I will not stop."

Junmo said: "The academy doesn't do things for the heavenly way, doesn't ask questions for the world, only does what you want to do. I think there is a truth in our words. Why don't you exist when you wait for the world to be of no benefit?"

Qiannian pointed to somewhere in Yaping and said, "The pear blossoms in the mountains that no one knows are extremely beautiful, but no one can see them. There is no benefit to the world. Why should they exist?"

Jun Mo shook his head and said: "The pear tree must absorb the nutrients in the soil and greedily capture the sun. The grass under the tree must be different from yours. The Buddha Sect has nothing to do with production. Two, but they are locusts, and you are maggots. They are indistinguishable and equally disgusting. "

Qiannian disagreed and said, "Buddha land, countless former virtues have been meditating for thousands of years. They have their own spiritual fruits and thoughts, and they don't ask for your respect, but at least some kindling should be left."

"Buddha is a land of monks, purgatory of gangsters, beautiful fruit and beautiful jade, which can only be enjoyed by you. The metaphysical way is the way. To discuss the way in the world, first let most people live like humans."

Junmo continued: "You want to convince me with the words of Junior Brother, I also give you two words of Junior Brother. He once said: there will be buns, there will be rice wine, everything will be there, as long as people are alive , Everything can be reborn ... like your beautiful fruit and beautiful jade, like those Tao. "

Qiannian was silent for a long time, and asked, "Is there another sentence?"

"Another sentence is: all bald donkeys should be damned. Brother, what you said makes sense."

Junmo added: "My brother in this sentence is me."

Qiannian laughed dumbly and laughed painfully.

He was defeated by the iron sword today. The monks of the ordination school were either dead or seriously injured. The monks and nobles in the tribe can no longer resist the frenzy of millions of slaves. Is the Xuankong Temple or the Buddha Sect really going to perish?

As a Buddhist monk walking around the world, Qi Nian is very painful and unwilling to see these pictures. There are many others who are as painful and unwilling as he is. Those young monks moaning under the Bodhi tree and those who are crying and crying while watching the temple fire Old monk, no one willingly accepts this ending.

Killing the sky, the black-pressed rebels rushed down the mountain road like a tide, and the person who was about to flood the entire front of the prajna peak, and rushed to the front, had already seen the picture on the mountain road.

Watching those once humble slaves smashing the temple like a madman, watching them run wildly, Qi Nian felt that these people were already mad, with a firm expression between his brows and eyes, sitting cross-legged on the mountain road and starting to read the sutra.

He reads the mortal mantra, I wonder if he is seeing him off.

The calm chanting sound melodiously rises from the mountain road and reaches countless cliffs between the peaks and countless temples.

The young monk covered in blood struggled to sit up, supported the crumbling body, and sat upright under the tree. As Qi Nian began to chant the Buddhist scriptures, the old monk wiped away the tears from the wrinkles and began to chant the Buddhist scriptures. In the ruins of the main hall, dozens of dying commandment strongmen began to chant Buddhist scriptures.

I don't know where suddenly the melodious bell sounded again, accompanied by these chanting sounds, like accompaniment.

Ode to the Sutra and become Buddha singing.

The whole mountain echoed with the sound of Buddha singing, a pity, relief but also a solemn and sacred atmosphere, released from countless monks and countless temples, filled between the clouds in the sky and the wilderness under the ground.

In the deepest part of the mountain peak, the bottom of the cliff cave closed by sand and stone, locked by iron arrows on the wall, the first one slowly opened his eyes, he heard the Buddha singing outside the peak, knowing Xuankong Temple and Buddha Zong had reached the most dangerous moment, and his eyes showed reluctance, and then gradually became indifferent.

The first lifted up his thin hands with difficulty, and closed his chest, the expression of pity on the dry and dry wood face, the gray lips slightly moved, although the voice was slight, it seemed like Tianlong Yin was on the sky.

The sound of Buddha singing in the countless cliffs of the mountain finally came to the depth of the cliff cave and merged with the first weak chanting sound. The meditation of countless monks merged with his meditation. Although he was a Buddha on earth, he couldn't carry so many, so complicated and complicated beliefs. His facial features began to slowly ooze bleeding water, and the whole person began to exude a light of Buddha's light, and then gradually faded his skin in the light of the Buddha, exposing flesh and bones, God Horrible.

The beginning of life is nothing but beach blood, or pus. Buddhism uses this method to let believers know impermanence. They also do this kind of cognition themselves. Only in this way is true purity.

The first one closed his eyes, and there was no slightest tremor in the deep eye sockets. He seemed to have died, or was still alive. He was returning to the beginning of his life ... the death, he was turning into pus blood.

Answer Answer, the purest and most filthy pus blood dripped on the ground of the cliff, followed a slit that could not be seen by the naked eye, and oozed into the depths of the mountain. It has been oozing for a long time, and finally came To the ground.

The ground is a hot river of magma.

There is a chess board floating in the river.

It was the chessboard of the Buddha. When Sangsang boarded the giant boat, he threw it back across the mountain for thousands of miles and suppressed it in the terrifying hot magma at the bottom of the peak. Without external force, he would never wake up.

Until today the Xuankong Temple will be destroyed, countless monks die, the spirit of the gods floats into the chessboard to fill his spirit, and there is the first person who feeds incarnate with blood, so this chessboard finally woke up!

On the mountain road, Qi Nian was covered with blood, carrying thousands of monks, confronting the countless uprising slaves. In the sound of Buddha singing, the cliff body of the mountain began to peel off, and the smoke and dust were everywhere, and the sound was loud.

This mountain is named Prajna, and it was caused by the decay of the Buddha ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Prajna Peak's cliff is gradually destroyed, the cliff is flattened, and it gradually shows a vague appearance.

That is what the Buddha looks like.

Suddenly a white crane flew from the west.

Suddenly a smallpox falls from the clouds.

Buddha light illuminates the world under the sky.

Buddha is dead, but still alive, unable to find.

Neither Sangsang nor Confucius was found, nor could he completely erase his existence.

Buddha awakened from the chessboard, leaned on Jufeng, looked at the world quietly, and looked at those ant-like humans who dared to destroy themselves.

The rebels looked at the direction of the peak, filled their faces with horror, and looked at the majestic face in the thousands of Buddha's lights. Their bodies shook uncontrollably and their faces became extremely pale.

That is the real Buddha.

They did not understand the Buddhist scriptures, but sincerely believed the Buddha since childhood, until Jun Mo appeared.

They began to doubt the existence of Buddha, even if it exists, there is no meaning.

Today, Buddha appears in the world.

The kind of awe rooted in the soul makes them think hard.

They unconsciously loosened their weapons and knelt in fear in front of the Buddha formed by the mountain.

The singing voice of Buddha, the monk was solemn.

No one dared to stand.

Junmo stood, his head slightly lowered, his expression indifferent.

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