Chapter 103 The academy is justified, the gentleman holds the formula
Chapter 103: The academy is right and the gentleman is right.
A miserable howl instantly penetrated the gradually falling autumn rain and spread towards the surroundings of the dilapidated ancient temple.
Master Baoshu looked at the broken arm in the rain, his face was pale, and his body with two bloody holes was crumbling. As the head of the Discipline Academy of Xuankong Temple, his Dharma was profound and perseverant. He had been chopped off by Ning Que with a simple knife before.
With one arm, he could hold back his screams, but at this time, his cultivation was seriously damaged, and because Jun Mo's iron sword broke off his arm again, it was tantamount to destroying everything he had, and he could no longer bear it.
Qu Ni Madi stared blankly at the scene before her, then suddenly let out a scream, rushed to the broken steps, hugged Master Baoshu, who was covered in blood, and tried to stop the bleeding.
Qi Nian looked at Jun Mo who was walking towards him with a sad face, and pronounced the Buddha's name. Because he had not spoken for so many years, his voice was dry and not smooth.
"Mr. 2 acts in a pragmatic manner..."
He couldn't finish his sentence because Jun Mo didn't want to listen to him at this time. He held the strangely wide and straight iron sword in his right hand and slashed towards the top of his head.
Qi Nian's face was pale at this time. Sixteen years of silence had broken, creating the shocking scene before, which also caused a great backlash to his Buddhist heart. In addition, Ning Que had left an arrow wound on his body.
Fu Shang, his strength has been greatly depleted and is far from what it was at its peak.
But after all, he is a Buddha walking in the world. Facing the iron sword that is pressing down like a mountain, his face does not show any look of fear. Instead, he stretches out his right finger and draws a circle in front of him.
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Qi Nian's fingers trembled slightly, and kept drawing pictures in the air in the cold autumn rain. When one circle died, another circle was born, and the big circle covered the small circle, endlessly, just like the eternal halo of light behind the Buddha.
Jun Mo's iron sword cut straight and horizontally, still following the square path, just like his people. The iron sword drew countless squares in the autumn rain. The length of each sword mark was absolutely equal.
The circle drawn by the fingers was so perfect that every square drawn by the iron sword was enclosed within it. The rainwater falling into the circle was bounced away as soon as it touched the breath.
Qi Nian looked at Jun Mo and said in a hoarse voice: "The sky is round, how can you break me?"
Jun Mo said with an indifferent expression: "Since you are a human being, you must know that you are standing on the earth."
As soon as the words fell, there were only a few crisp sounds, and the iron sword cut out across the sky, cutting the Buddha breaths in the rain sky to pieces, and the square sword intention was so powerful that it broke out of the circle!
Qi Nian's expression suddenly became serious, he announced the Buddha's name, and placed twenty-seven layers of Buddhist aura shield in front of him.
"Can a gentleman be deceived?"
Jun Mo gave a soft drink and held the iron sword to break through twenty-seven layers of Buddhist aura.
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Blood overflowed from the corners of Qi Nian's lips. He opened his hands like lotus flowers in front of him, forming a powerful mantra mudra.
"Can a gentleman be deceived?"
Jun Mo shouted loudly and slashed through the mantra's hand seal with his iron sword.
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Qi Nian spat out blood with a pop, but still had a firm will to fight, summoning the Fudo Ming King Dharmakaya to face the iron sword.
"A gentleman uses his own methods to deceive him!"
Jun Mo shouted angrily, and the iron sword cut through the rain, cutting Qi Nian's outer body into two pieces!
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Seeing that the Buddha was severely injured and in danger, the monks in Lankehou Temple who could still get up from the ground roared and walked towards the stone steps, trying to save Qinian's life with their own flesh and blood.
Jun Mo's iron sword left his hand, and with the sound of the sword whistling, more than ten monks fell to the ground and died.
The iron sword drew four straight lines in the autumn rain on the stone flat, then returned to its original location and slashed towards Qin Nian.
A straight wound suddenly appeared on Qi Nian's body.
His face was extremely pale, he was sitting in a lotus position with a lotus seal, his eyes were closed and he was meditating.
One thought is life, one thought is death, one thought is that bones will give birth to flesh, one thought is immortality.
Jun Mo didn't pay attention to what he was doing and just let the iron sword slash him past.
In an instant, the iron sword slashed seventy-seven marks.
Seven thoughts move the eleven cycles of meditation.
All the monk's robes on his body were chopped into pieces, and countless bloody wounds were cut out of his flesh, bones and skin.
Those bloody mouths were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, but before they could recover, they would be cut open again by the iron sword.
No matter how fast the seven thoughts are, the recovery speed of the Buddha's body can never be compared to the speed of the iron sword!
At this time, he was struggling more to support himself.
While struggling to support himself, he will inevitably have to endure more pain.
The pain was almost like Ling Chi.
Even though his Buddha's heart is as firm as a rock, he can't help but have a look of pain on his brows.
The iron sword comes again.
Qi Nian's body suffered a heavy setback, flew backwards, hit the collapsed Buddha statue in the hall, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Jun Mo continued to walk towards him.
At this time, Ye Su finally arrived in front of the ruins of the Buddhist temple and stood in front of Qi Nian.
He looked at Jun Mo and said: "The mute is injured first, so if you win, you won't use force."
Jun Mo said: "If this statement is reasonable, how can you have the nerve to besiege my junior brother?"
Ye Su was silent, and then said: "Ning Que and Pluto's daughter are dead, it's a foregone conclusion, and today Lanke Temple has been destroyed, with countless monks dead and injured, does the academy still want to destroy the Buddha?"
Jun Mo said expressionlessly: "The Buddhist sect deceived my academy, and this bald donkey deceived my senior brother. His hypocrisy is to the extreme. It seems that such a broken sect must be wiped out from the world."
Ye Su said: "No one wants to kill Ning Que today, otherwise Qin Nian would not have waited for the Buddha's light to come to the world to kill the daughter of Pluto. I think the Taoist and Buddhist sects have shown enough respect for the academy, and the Buddhist sect for this reason
The price paid is enough.”
Jun Mo said: "Do you think you don't have to pay the price for killing Sangsang? I will ignore the role played by the Taoist sect in this matter for the time being. You should not force my academy to start a war with the Taoist sect now."
Qi Nian was lying at the foot of the broken Buddha statue. His body was covered with wounds, and he looked miserable. However, his expression remained calm and his voice remained firm: "The daughter of Hades... must die."
Jun Mo looked at him and said: "She has never made a mistake, so why should she pay the price in advance for what may happen in the future? If the daughter of Hades is the original sin, then shouldn't the descendants of many adulterous monks in the world deserve to be killed?"
"There is no such example in Tang law, and there is no such discussion in ancient rites. Therefore, your trip today is unreasonable."
There was silence in the autumn rain. Everyone in the room knew what kind of temperament the second gentleman of the academy had, and they were not surprised to hear such words. However, no one really thought that this person was being reasonable, because this reason was very unreasonable. They just looked at it.
No one wanted to reason with him about the broad, straight iron sword in his hand.
No one thought that it would be Lu Chenjia who would stand up to refute the second gentleman of the academy.
Although this princess of the Yuelun Kingdom is famous in the world for being a nymphomaniac, her status and strength are not worth mentioning in front of Jun Mo of the Academy and the various sects in the world. However, as the saying goes, the ignorant are fearless, and the fearless are also fearless. She
She was already heartbroken, that's why she dared to take action against Sangsang before, and now she dared to speak.
Lu Chenjia stood up slowly, wiped the rain off his face, looked at Jun Mo and said, "I dare to ask Mr. Second, if everything was done according to Tang laws and ancient etiquette, why did your iron sword kill so many people today?
people?"
Jun Mo said: "The law of the Tang Dynasty says that those who kill will die."
Lu Chenjia said: "But now no one knows whether Ning Que and the daughter of Hades are dead. Since it is not certain whether they are dead, there is naturally no murderer in Lanke Temple."
Jun Mo was silent for a moment and then said, "That makes sense."
Qu Ni Madi hugged Master Baoshu and looked at his pale cheeks with tears streaming down her face. She suddenly raised her head. She looked at Jun Mo and cursed angrily: "Your academy always thinks that it is the truth. In fact, ever since Ke Haoran's day
Since the murderous lunatic started, when have you ever been able to reason with me? Look at how painful the leader is now!"
Hearing this old woman's extremely disrespectful words about the junior uncle, Jun Mo raised his eyebrows slightly. Looking at Ye Su who was blocking Qi Nian, his right hand holding the iron sword suddenly tightened again!
Ye Su's expression suddenly became serious.
Master Baoshu, who was in Qu Ni Madi's arms, suddenly opened his eyes, as if he saw something extremely terrifying, and then a straight light lit up in his eyes, and he died.
Qu Ni Madi did not react for a moment and stared blankly at the old monk in her arms.
The head of the Discipline Academy of Xuankong Temple was killed.
Qi Nian was extremely shocked. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Jun Mo angrily.
Lu Chenjia thought that he had used words to force this honest-minded second gentleman of the academy, but he never imagined that such a tragedy would happen immediately afterwards. His face turned pale and he murmured: "Why...why?"
Jun Mo said: "Sang Sang is innocent, but a bald donkey kills his heart. Ancient rituals once said, those who kill their heart will die."
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In the autumn rain, Qu Ni Madi's desperate cry rang out.
Lanke Temple, the oldest Buddhist temple in the world, suffered unprecedented damage today. The stone steps were damaged, the courtyard walls collapsed, the Buddhist hall was broken, and the apse has been turned into ruins.
On the stone flat between the Buddhist halls, there were many corpses lying on it. Blood mixed with rainwater was flowing silently on the bluestone. It looked extremely miserable. There were countless casualties among the monks in Lanke Temple, and the essence of Buddhism accumulated over generations
, and in this battle, he was killed by an iron sword and suffered all losses.
Decades ago, Liansheng, who was still the high priest of the Xiling Temple, secretly commanded the powerful demon sect to massacre countless practicing sects in front of Lanke Temple, but did not attack Lanke Temple.
Decades later, another tragedy happened in Lanke Temple, but this time it was Lanke Temple itself that suffered the tragic consequences. From now on, Lanke Temple can no longer maintain its current status in the spiritual world.
"Today...too many people have died."
Master Qishan looked at the corpse of the monk lying in the autumn rain and looked at the blood stains. There was no sign of sadness or joy in the old face, and no emotion could be heard in the voice.
He looked at Jun Mo, smiled hard and said, "Although the chessboard has been destroyed, I am not sure whether Ning Que and the daughter of Hades are alive or dead. Jun Mo, please stop now."
Jun Mo remained silent.
He wanted to kill Qi Nian. Neither Ye Su nor Tang, who had been silent, could stop him from taking action because this was the principle of the academy.
But it is Master Qishan who speaks, so he must be cautious.
Because he knew that the master was not one of those hypocritical monks in Buddhism.
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(I have never been embarrassed to report to you. In fact, I have been feeling uncomfortable for several days. I am really sad today, so I can only write one chapter. I will do three updates tomorrow when I feel better.)