Volume Six, Suddenly, Chapter 91, in the Extermination of Buddha
Qi Nian looked at him with a complicated expression and said, "What kind of hatred do I have with your academy? From you to Ning Que, I seem to be trying to destroy it and quickly, and I will never give up."
Jun Mo said: "The academy does not practice the way for heaven, does not ask questions for the world, but only does what we want to do. The word "think" contains our truth. You are not good for this world, so why should you exist?"
Qi Nian pointed to a place on the Yaping and said, "The pear blossoms blooming in the mountains that no one knows are extremely beautiful, but no one can see them. They are of no benefit to the world, so why do they exist?"
Jun Mo shook his head and said, "The pear tree wants to absorb nutrients in the soil and greedily seize the sunshine. The ideas of the weeds under the tree must be different from yours. The Buddhist sect does not engage in production, but only knows that people are in trouble, and they have nothing to do with Taoism.
There are two kinds, but they are locusts, and you are maggots, and they are hard to tell the difference, and they are both disgusting."
Qi Nian disagrees with it and said: "The Buddha's land is a happy land, and countless predecessors have meditations and great virtues for thousands of years. They have their own spiritual fruits and their thoughts and jades. I don't ask you to respect it, but at least they should be left with the seeds."
"The Buddha's kingdom is the land of happiness for all monks, the purgatory of all gangsters, and the beautiful fruits and jades can only be enjoyed by you. The metaphysical one is called the Tao. To discuss the Tao on earth, the first thing to do is to make most people live like humans."
Junmo continued, "You want to convince me with the words of the junior brother, and I will give you two words of the junior brother. He once said: There will be steamed buns, rice wine, everything will be there, as long as people live.
, Everything can be reborn...such as your beautiful fruits and jade, such as those Taos."
Qi Nian was silent for a long time and asked, "One more?"
"There is another saying: Bald donkeys deserve to die, senior brother, what you said makes sense."
Jun Mo added: "The senior brother in his words is me."
Qi Nian laughed silently, and she was very painful.
He was defeated by the Iron Sword today, and the monks in the Precepts Academy were either dead or seriously injured. The monk soldiers and the noble armed forces in the tribe could no longer resist the craze formed by millions of slaves. Is the Hanging Temple or the Buddha Sect really going to perish?
As a Buddhist sect, when you see this meeting, Qiming was very painful. You are very unwilling to accept it. There are many people who are as painful as him. Those young monks groaning under the Bodhi tree, who wrote that the temple fire was crying and crying.
No one is willing to accept such an ending.
The sound of killing shook the sky, and the black rebels rushed towards the mountain road like a tide. They were about to flood the entire Prajna Peak, and the people who rushed to the front had already seen the scene on the mountain road.
Seeing those once humble slaves smashing and burning the temple like madmen, watching them running wildly, Qi Nian felt that these people were already crazy, and their eyes showed a firm expression. She sat cross-legged on the mountain road and began to recite scriptures.
He was reciting the mantra of rebirth, and I wonder if he was sending off his farewell.
The calm sound of chanting scriptures rose melodiously from the mountain road and spread to countless cliffs and temples among the peaks.
The young monk covered in blood struggled to sit up, supporting his shaky body. Sitting under the tree, he began to read Buddhist scriptures with Qi Nian, and the old monk wiped away the tears from his wrinkles and began to read Buddhist scriptures. The peak was hanging on the sky temple.
In the ruins of the main hall, dozens of dying masters from the precepts academy also began to read Buddhist scriptures.
Somewhere, a melodious bell suddenly rang again, accompanied by these chants of scriptures, like an accompaniment.
Singing sutras becomes a Buddha singing.
The whole mountain echoed with the sound of Buddha singing. A compassion, liberation, but particularly solemn and sacred breath was released from countless monks and countless temples, and was spread between the clouds in the sky and the wilderness under the ground.
At the deepest part of the mountain, at the bottom of the cliff cave sealed by sand and stone, the first lecturer who was locked on the wall by iron arrows slowly opened his eyes. He heard the Buddhist singing from outside the peak and knew about the Hanging Temple and Buddha.
The sect had reached the most dangerous moment, and he showed reluctance in his eyes, and then gradually turned into indifference.
The first seat raised his thin hands with difficulty and put them on his chest. His face, which was as haggard as dry wood, showed a look of compassion. His gray lips moved slightly. Although his voice was faint, it was like a dragon roaring in the sky.
The sings of Buddhas on the cliffs of the mountain peaks finally came to the depths of the cliff cave, and merged with the weak chanting of the sutras. The meditations of countless monks and his meditation hearts. Although he is a Buddha on earth
, and could not bear so much, such complex beliefs, his facial features began to slowly seep out of blood, and his whole body began to emit a faint Buddha light, and then gradually faded from the Buddha light, revealing blood and flesh and bones, and his spirit and body were terrifying.
At the beginning of life, it is just a scattered blood or pus. The Buddhist sect uses this method to make believers realize impermanence, and they themselves have this understanding. Only in this way can they be truly purity.
The head of the head closed his eyes, and there was no slightest tremor in the deep sockets. He seemed to be dead, or still alive. He was returning to the death at the beginning of his life..., and he was turning into pus and blood.
The purest and most filthy pus and blood dripped on the ground of the cliff cave, and flowed into the depths of the mountain through a thin slit that could not be seen by the naked eye. It has been seeping for a long time, and finally came.
Go underground.
There are hot magma rivers underground.
A chess board floats in the river.
That was the Buddha's chessboard. When Sangsang boarded the giant boat, he threw it back to the mountain through thousands of miles, suppressing it in the terrifying magma at the high temperature at the bottom of the peak. Without external force, he would never wake up.
Until today, the Hanging Temple is about to be destroyed, countless monks die, their souls float into the chessboard to replenish their spirits, and the first one is transformed into blood to feed them, so the chessboard finally woke up!
On the mountain road, Qi Nian was covered in blood and brought thousands of monks to confront countless rebel slaves. As the Buddha sang, the cliffs on the mountain began to peel off, and smoke and dust were everywhere, rustling loudly.
This mountain is called Prajna, which is transformed by the Buddha's legacy.
The cliffs of Prajna Peak are gradually destroyed, and the cliffs are gradually flattening, gradually appearing vague.
That's what Buddha looks like.
Suddenly a white crane flew from the west.
Suddenly, the ceiling fell from the clouds.
Buddha's light illuminates the world at the bottom of the sinkhole.
The Buddha was dead, but he was still alive and could not be found.
Neither Sang Sang nor Master found it, nor could he completely erase his existence.
The Buddha woke up from the chessboard, held his body on the huge peak, quietly looking at the world, looking at the ant-like humans who dared to destroy themselves, without any compassion, only majestic wrath.
The rebels looked at the top of the peak, their faces were full of fear, and their majestic faces in the Buddha's light. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their faces became extremely pale.
That is the real Buddha.
They had never understood Buddhist scriptures, but they believed in Buddhism devoutly since childhood until Junmo appeared.
They began to doubt whether the Buddha existed, even if it existed, it was meaningless.
Today, Buddha appears in the human world.
The awe rooted in the depths of the soul makes them difficult to think.
They subconsciously let go of the weapons in their hands and kneeled down in fear at the Buddha transformed into the mountain.
The Buddha sings, and the monks are solemn.
No one dares to stand.
Junmo stood, lowering his head slightly, with a calm expression.
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