The fifth volume of the pen of magic, the one hundred and twentieth chapters
The scriptures were really short, with only one sentence. The way the serfs recited the scriptures was very special. They treated each word as a sentence, and sang out the first word decisively, and then silenced. When they thought there was no more text, they yelled in unison again!
The same is true for the thunder in the sky.
More than a hundred monks and soldiers praised the four words of compassion for me, the monk's robes floated in, his Zen heart was firm, but his eyes were full of vajra anger, and his power was so powerful.
Thousands of serfs drank scriptures together, but they resisted the power of the Buddha's name, regenerated with endless courage, waved the simple weapons in their hands, and attacked the monk soldiers!
With the sound of Buddha's chant, monks and soldiers descended to the world like Buddhas.
The word "大" is like thunder, and the mortals are like ghosts and come out of hell.
The wilderness was stained with blood, and the battle was extremely fierce. The nobles watching the battle looked pale. How could these untouchables actually fight the living Buddhas from the sacred mountain so fiercely?
The elders of the Precepts couldn't understand where these sinners got the courage to resist the power of Buddha's words borrowed by more than a hundred monk soldiers. Looking at the world of blood sea in front of them, it seemed as if they saw countless evil ghosts and Shura!
Qiming's expression was extremely solemn. He had been listening to the scriptures that the serfs had drank for a long time. After listening to it for a long time, he finally heard it clearly. It was not the scriptures at all, it was just a sentence.
"Sir! No! Yes! No! Great! Yes!"
This sentence is very simple, with only seven words. The meaning of this sentence is very profound and can be savored for seven hundred years. This sentence is very powerful and easily crushes the Buddha's words into pieces.
The nobles couldn't figure it out, the elders of the precepts could not figure it out, and Qi Nian couldn't figure it out, but he thought of something that he had heard from the dead Qi Mei said that in front of Baita Temple, the Grand Master of the Academy was
Before the battle, I realized the truth, and used only one sentence to break the Buddhist words at the head of the sutra.
The words that the eldest gentleman said at that time were: "Zi doesn't speak strange powers and makes people confused."
At this time, Qi Nian naturally thought of this past event. Could it be that the sentence the sinners were shouting at this time... was also what the Master said? Even so, how could that person's way could have reached this point?
He was wrong. At this time, the words echoed in the fields and brought countless courage and perseverance to the serfs were not what the Master said, but what the man said.
This sentence is not a saying by Zi, but a person’s request for himself and his expectations for sentient beings are filled with his spirit and courage in this life. Thousands of people drink together are thunder.
A scholar must not be unresolute.
At this time, the ordinary people fighting between the battlefield were slaves for generations, and they were not scholars, but when they said this, they became scholars and noble people.
So, they have morale.
The serfs killed the remaining soldiers and the living Buddha they once thought, and their voices were like thunder.
In Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha once explained the thunder in the sky in this way, saying that it was the friction or collision between clouds and the sky, and on today's battlefield, the thunder was the collision between iron and iron.
The smoke and dust fluttered between the meadows, and an iron sword suddenly appeared.
This iron sword is very straight and there is no more straight existence in the world.
This iron sword is very thick, not like a sword, but more like a stubborn piece of iron.
The iron sword roared through the air and slashed.
A monk soldier raised his iron stick to greet him. He heard a thunder sound, and the iron stick suddenly shattered. The monk soldier fell to the ground, vomited blood from his mouth, and made countless crisp cracks, and then broke and died.
Ten iron rods broke through the air, like mountains pressing towards the iron sword.
The iron sword was proudly raised, but it was still just a sword, and there was only a thunder sound. Ten iron sticks were like ten straws, decayed and deformed, scattered everywhere, scattered in the wild grass.
The ten monk soldiers holding the iron stick were even more shocked to death.
There was only a loud shout in the meadow. The leader of the monk soldier opened his mouth and glared, like a male lion in front of the Buddha, condensed countless energy of heaven and earth on the iron rod and smashed towards the iron sword!
At this moment, a hand stretched out from the smoke and dust and held the hilt of the iron sword. The fingers of this hand were very slender and the palms were very wide and thick. Holding the iron sword, there was an indescribable sense of harmony.
If you have to describe this sense of harmony, it is probably the word "natural".
A figure appeared in the smoke and dust. The man held the iron sword and waved it casually, and then he blocked the stick that the leader of the monk soldier had knocked down with countless heaven and earth energy.
The iron sword and iron stick are in line, with fires splashing everywhere, spring thunder blooming, and a moment of silence.
The leader of the monk soldier only felt a terrifying force coming from the iron rod. The first feeling of that force gave people was very violent, but at a deeper level, it was so calm and orderly.
He knew that he was not an opponent of this level of power and would inevitably lose. However, as a top-notch master of the Hangkong Temple Precepts Academy, he thought that he would always block the Iron Sword for a moment and would never fall into the majesty of the Buddha Sect.
So he refused to let go and held the iron stick tightly.
In the eyes of the bystanders, the iron sword was just touched by the monk's iron stick. The figure in the smoke and dust no longer paid attention to the leader of the monk's soldiers and walked by quietly.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom, the real thunder did not explode until this time, and it exploded in the body of the leader of the monk soldier. His fingers were broken into bones, his wrists were broken into two pieces, and then his arms...
The leader of the monk soldier held the two arms of the iron rod tightly, and was directly shaken by the iron sword into two messy twigs made of flesh and blood. He was gently blown by the wind on the field and disappeared with the smoke and dust.
With a miserable shout, the leader of the monk soldier knelt on the ground in pain, his face extremely pale, and he wanted to knock on his head to relieve the pain, but there was no possibility.
The smoke and dust gradually became quiet, and the figure gradually appeared in front of everyone.
His hair was short, and his sharp stubble was like a sword forest somewhere in the academy. Facing the lofty and cold sky, his right arm was broken, but there was no wrinkle on the swaying sleeve.
He was wearing a mortar monk's robe. The monk's robe had not been washed for a year and was covered in dust. At this time, he was stained with blood and was very dirty, but his expression seemed to be wearing gorgeous clothes to attend ancient ritual sacrifices.
His expression was still so calm and proud, his face was covered with blood, the monk's robes were stained with blood, the iron sword held in his left hand kept bleeding, and his body was covered with blood.
Judging from his appearance, he was an ordinary monk, but his body was covered in blood and walked out of the battlefield like a sea of blood, like a blood Buddha walking out of hell.
There was a dead silence in the fields.
The elders of Qi Nian and the Precepts looked at the proudest and most terrifying Mr. Second, who was the back mountain of the academy, and thought about the people he killed in the underground world this year, and sighed and said, "I am merciful."
He said, "The Buddha is sad."
Qi Nian Heshi said: "That year in front of Qingxia, you were fighting thousands of troops, but this place is not Qingxia, but Buddha land. Without the help of fellow academy students, even if you fight to the end of time, there is no possibility of winning."
He said, "Scholars are gentlemen. Scholars must not be broad-minded and resolute. They have a heavy responsibility and a long way to go. Isn't it too heavy to think benevolence as their own responsibility? Isn't it too far after death?"
Qi Nian said, "What if you don't understand your Tao?"
He looked at the monks in front of him and said with a blank expression: "My name is Junmo. I have received the teachings of a gentleman. I only hope that those who dare to block the way will die without a place to bury them."
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(Chapter 3, this chapter is two thousand, I was a little confused just now, but the second chapter was finished at half past ten, but I forgot to release it. Chapter 4, try to come out before two o'clock.) (To be continued. Please Search for Piao Tianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!)