The Buddhist temple was in ruins, and no one saw the chessboard. When I heard Master Qishan say that the chessboard had been destroyed, I couldn't help but be shocked and speechless. I thought that even if the seven thoughts were broken and I had been silent for sixteen years, plus the second teacher of the academy
The iron sword should not destroy the chessboard left by the Buddha. What shocked some people even more was that Master Qishan said that he was not sure whether Ning Que and the daughter of Hades were dead or alive.
The abbot of Lanke Temple had his left leg cut off by an iron sword. He lay covered in blood in the autumn rain. He looked pale and looked at the body of Master Baoshu in Qu Ni Madi's arms. After being stunned for a long time, he suddenly started crying in pain.
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Thinking of the countless dead and injured fellow disciples today, the abbot's body kept shaking. Then he climbed to the stone steps with his hands on the ground, crying to Master Qishan: "Why are you doing this? Do you want the entire human world to do this?"
The world will be destroyed? Lanke has been destroyed, can’t we still prevent the world from being destroyed?”
Master Qishan looked at his disciple with pity, glanced at Qinian again, and said slowly: "A hundred years ago, I left Xuankong Temple and came to the human world. I have lived here the longest, and my love for it has become stronger and stronger.
Deep, it’s just that we have chosen different paths on how to protect the world.”
Qinian said: "Uncle, have you ever thought that the path you have chosen for the world is different from the choices of most people, and it is very likely to be wrong."
A smile appeared on Master Qishan's tired face and he said: "I am Qishan, I am not Qishan, so the path I have chosen in this life has always been a wrong path in the eyes of the world."
After saying this, the master slowly closed his eyes and leaned into the arms of the sea-watching monk.
Monk Guanhai's body was soaked with cold and dampness by the autumn rain, and even his heart felt cold and damp at this time. He stretched out his trembling fingers and put them in front of the master's nose, and tears could not stop flowing from his eyes.
The master passed away.
Decades ago, Master Qishan turned the tide and saved countless people, but he himself contracted a serious illness and his cultivation was completely destroyed. After fighting the disease for many years, his essence and blood had withered. Now he is old and frail, but today
The mantra of Tao helped Ning Que shake off his seven thoughts, and forcibly opened the chessboard world, and his life span ended.
Jun Mo looked at the frail master's body in the arms of Monk Guanhai and bowed slowly.
The abbot of Lanke Temple, who was scolding the master, stopped in shock. He cried and laughed nervously, and then fell to his knees.
In front of the stone steps of the Buddhist temple, all those who could still stand saluted the master's body.
This kind of respect is not because Master Qishan is the real elder of Lanke Temple and the highest sage in the Buddhist sect, but because the master has proved his compassion and kindness through his own life for hundreds of years. Even if most people in the world will
He objected to the choice the master made before his death, but absolutely no one dared to question his morality.
The autumn rain dispersed slightly.
A scholar appeared in front of the ruins of the Buddhist temple. The sudden rain soaked his cotton-padded jacket, and the blood-coagulated cotton trembled slightly outside the cotton cloth, like flowers and fruits covered with frost.
Hearing the cries at the stone steps, he walked over and everyone quickly got out of the way.
The senior brother walked to the body of Master Qishan, thinking about the letters they had exchanged over the years, and the sincere wishes that the master had written on the letter. With a look of sadness on his face, he knelt down and held the master's cold right hand, and whispered.
A few sentences.
Jun Mo looked at his back and said, "Master said that the life and death of junior brother and Sangsang are unknown."
The eldest brother stood up and looked at the rainy sky. His eyes were slightly narrowed in the rapid rain, and his face looked very pale and haggard. Suddenly he turned around and walked up the stone steps.
The Buddhist temple was in ruins. The senior brother waved his cotton sleeves lightly, and the cotton protruding from the cracks in the cotton clothes floated away. The masonry waste and gravel around his body were quickly cleared away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Jun Mo knew that senior brother had forcibly broken through too many times today. If he continued like this, it would have an irreparable impact on senior brother's cultivation and state of mind, so he said: "Senior brother, I will do it."
The senior brother said: "I'm very anxious."
He has always walked without any haste, in a slow and leisurely manner, even to the point of being a bit alarming. However, today he has become the most anxious person in the world, and what he is anxious about is naturally Ning Que's life and death.
Jun Mo said nothing more, held the iron sword, thrust it into the ground, and began to assist his senior brother.
In a very short period of time, the ruins of the Buddhist temple were cleared by the two of them, and even the foundation of the Buddhist temple was dug up by Jun Mo. However, they still did not find the chessboard.
Is it true that as Master Qishan said, the chessboard left by Buddha was destroyed?
But even if it is destroyed, it should leave some traces.
The autumn rain fell more and more rapidly, and there was a dead silence around the ruins of the Buddhist temple. Apart from the sound of rain, nothing could be heard. The rainwater gradually poured into the dug foundation, gradually accumulating puddles everywhere.
The eldest brother looked at the puddles everywhere in the ruins, and his expression suddenly changed slightly.
In the deepest part of the foundation of the Buddhist temple, surrounded by earthen walls with traces of the iron sword still remaining, one can faintly see the foundation of a tower about ten feet in diameter. It is unknown how many bodies were buried under the foundation of the Buddhist temple.
Years ago, it has long been dilapidated. There is a dry well in the middle of the tower base that is filled with earth, and the wellhead has long been broken.
Jun Mo rushed to the base of the tower, held the iron sword in his hand and stabbed again, then shook his head.
There are no gaps in the sealed soil in the dry well, and it reaches directly to the ground. There is no passage at all. Ning Que and Sang Sang cannot escape from here even if they abandon the black carriage.
With such a ruined well and ruined building, how can it be filled with colorful flowers?
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Ye Su and others watched them rummaging through the ruins and digging out the foundation of the Buddhist temple, and remained silent, because they knew that Mr. Da and Mr. Er looked silent and calm at this time, but in fact their emotions were on the verge of breaking out.
At this time, even the master of Zhishou Guan and the chief lecturer were not willing to provoke these two people at the same time.
The senior brother walked out of the ruins and walked up to Qi Nian. He looked at him silently for a long time and said with self-blame: "In Chang'an City, I shouldn't have discussed this matter with you. I always thought,
Since you are practicing Buddhism and yearn for it wholeheartedly, you should always have some compassion."
Qi Nian was covered in blood, but with a calm expression, he said: "It was an evil thing for me to take advantage of Mr. Da's trust in the Buddha Sect. However, I did this precisely because the Buddha Sect has great compassion for the world."
The senior brother shook his head and sighed: "If you don't have a small compassion for a lonely and weak woman, how can you have great compassion? Even if you have it, what's the point of such great compassion?"
After listening to these words, there was silence in front of the ruins of the Hou Temple. Everyone, especially Buddhist practitioners such as Guanhai Monk and the abbot of Lanke Temple, were thoughtful, and Qi Nian's expression changed slightly.
"The teacher once said that I am just a bright and clear mountain stream. I have never encountered a real fork or quagmire. I am much luckier than my junior brother. It was not until I was deceived and used by you today that I understood what the teacher meant.
What, this is the first time I have felt this kind of pain and anger."
The senior brother looked at Qi Nian and continued: "I don't know how to fight, otherwise I will definitely have a fight with you now, or when I learn to fight in the future, I will go to Xuankong Temple to find you."
Jun Mo looked at Qi Nian with an indifferent expression and said: "Because of Master Qishan's last wish, I will not kill you today. After my academy retrieves my junior brother, he will go to Xuankong Temple to kill you. If the academy determines that it can no longer be found,
Back to my junior brother, I will accompany you to Xuankong Temple to find you. Please go back and give the sermon to the leader."
Different words, but the story is about the same thing. People in the autumn rain suddenly felt cold all over, thinking silently, is the academy planning to declare war on the Xuankong Temple?
Cheng Ziqing of the Jiange Pavilion leaned on the stone steps and looked at the silent Qi Nian. He couldn't help but think that if he were a monk in the Xuankong Temple, he would definitely pray to the Buddha to bless Ning Que and keep him alive.
If Ning Que dies, can Xuankong Temple withstand the Academy's violent revenge?
Qi Nian remained unmoved. He looked at the two people in the academy in front of him and said calmly: "This is the will of the Buddha. How can mortals change it? Ning Que and the daughter of Hades must be dead. If the academy wants to destroy the Buddha, let's see if it can be destroyed."
Lose."
"Buddha was also a mortal back then."
Jun Mo looked up at the stone statue of Buddha at the top of Washan Mountain in the distance in the rainy sky. He looked at the compassionate and solemn face of the stone Buddha, and at the Buddha's light still faintly releasing in the broken palm of the stone Buddha. He was disgusted and angry.
"From today on, bald donkeys are not allowed to enter our Tang Dynasty."
After saying this, his face turned slightly pale, and his loose robes fluttered against the rain. His broad and straight iron sword left his hand and flew into the air, instantly piercing the layers of rain and stabbing at the stone statue of Buddha on the top of the mountain in the distance.
The stone statue of Buddha on the top of Washan Mountain is extremely tall, as if the real Buddha is overlooking the world.
Compared with the stone statue of Buddha, the iron sword is like an inconspicuous little piece of iron.
However, the iron sword was filled with Jun Mo's most violent emotions, his most contemptuous attitude, and his most absolute order. How could a stone Buddha with no sense or knowledge be able to compete with it?
The right hand of the stone statue of Buddha was severed at the wrist, and it fell from a very high altitude. It frightened the eagles and disturbed the autumn rain. After an unknown amount of time, it fell to the ground with a loud muffled sound.
There are several horizontal and vertical lines on the face of the stone statue of Buddha. Looking from a distance, it looks like a naughty child has playfully flicked it with ink lines, and the compassionate expression suddenly becomes extremely funny.
Those lines were cut by an iron sword and penetrated deep into the back of the Buddha's stone statue. After a while, the face of the Buddha's stone statue began to collapse, and rocks continued to fall.
On the stone statue of Buddha, huge rocks began to peel off, and then the rate of collapse gradually accelerated.
There were continuous thunderous crashes from the top of Washan Mountain. Countless smoke and dust rose into the sky. Even a sudden rain could not extinguish it in a short time. The vibrations on the top of the mountain even reached Lanke Temple at the foot of the mountain.
Hundreds of boulders began to roll down the mountain, and the momentum became more and more frightening. They followed the mountain towards the already dilapidated Lanke Temple.
The people in the back temple were so shocked that they supported their injured companions or carried the body of the deceased and began to run away towards the middle temple and the front temple.
Amidst countless impact sounds, the huge stone formed by the collapse of the Buddha statue easily smashed through the wall of the ancient temple, crushed the remains of the Buddhist temple into even more pieces, rolled over the stone flats, and crushed the broken bell. It was extremely terrifying.
I don't know how long it took, but it finally calmed down, and the smoke gradually receded. People who took refuge in the square in front of the temple gradually calmed down and turned around to look, only to see that most of the Lanke Temple was filled with huge rocks and flattened.
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(Next chapter, try to get it before twelve o'clock.)