Chapter 126, Volume 5, The Pen of God, Anyway, It's All Swords
From beginning to end, what Jun Mo wanted to do was to overthrow the rule of the Hanging Temple on the underground world, but in front of him, what he wanted to do most was to take away the chessboard left by the Buddha on the stadium - because Ning Que now
Trapped in the chessboard, life and death are unknown because Ning Que is his junior brother.
There are countless temples in the majestic mountain, unknown Buddhist formations, and there are also powerful Buddhist sects like Qi Nian and the Precepts. He did not think he could break up, so he brought the rebellious serfs in the wilderness.
He kept killing and took advantage of the opportunity to lure the Qi Nian and the Elder of the Precepts here.
As long as you can pass these four people, Jun Mo can go straight to the peak. If you can kill these four people, it will be better, because no matter whether he can take away the chessboard, destroying Buddha has become him.
The most important part of life is always to continue.
It was not until this time that Qi Nian understood why the fighting style of the rebels had such a big change in these days and the past. The marching route was no longer strange, and he was brave enough to advance to the bottom of the peak - completely disregarding the strength of the rebels.
Even if they hit the peak, they would have to be wiped out in the end. It turned out that this was a striking tiger. They wanted to lure the tigers in the mountains to Pingyang. What Jun Mo wanted to do was to go into the mountains to grab the chessboard!
Looking at the serf rebels who retreated like the tide of the sea, Qi Nian remained silent, knowing that with himself and the three elders of the Precepts, they might not be able to stop Jun Mo.
Through the previous contest, Jun Mo had completely mastered the strength comparison between the two sides. He was very confident that he could cross this barrier, otherwise he would not let those who followed him retreat first.
If it was in the mountain peak or on that mountain road, Qi Nian had confidence, even if Jun Mo became stronger, he would not let him step on the stone steps with the help of more than 10,000 monks in the Hanging Temple.
Now that this field is so open, how can I stop it?
Qi Nian's face was pale, but his eyes were very calm. He looked at Jun Mo who was walking slowly towards him, looked at the iron sword in his left hand, and took a deep breath of the slightly cold Qiu Feng.
The monk's clothes were dancing wildly. Because the autumn wind suddenly blew, he just took a deep breath. The countless autumn winds between heaven and earth all entered his lips and began to wash the Buddha's heart.
With such Buddha power, the heaven and earth naturally feel something. Silk-shaped clouds floated on the blue sky, and the clouds were pulled even longer, as if they could pull the candy silk even if they were pulled.
The weeds within about one mile of the surrounding area suddenly fell down and fell to the ground, as if worshiping, revealing the bones of those unknown humans or animals and the dust-covered gems, which were blown by the wind and rolled constantly.
The stream flowing between the abandoned sand field was so shallow and clear, but at this moment, the chaotic autumn wind blew out countless scales of ripples, and the mud and sand at the bottom of the stream were filled with water.
Seven thoughts open your lips is a closed-mouth meditation for twenty years of practice.
When the Zen method is silent, the opening of the lips is naturally silent. Only a breeze slowly swims out from the lips. This breeze is so gentle, and the compassion is faintly filled with sandalwood.
In the endless autumn wind, finding the tender meaning of the spring breeze is the ability to keep silent. The faint sandalwood and the clear taste of the wind do not blend together, and they are calm.
Buddhism is silent, not really silent.
Listening to the thunder in silence, the Buddha's roar like thunder is contained in the sandalwood slowly sent out by the breeze, just like a rainstorm always accumulates in the thick clouds like cotton.
When the thick clouds suddenly dissipated, there was a heavy rain and a thunder roar. The Buddha's roar would suppress Junmo on this desolate field, and at the same time inform the monks in the hanging temple between the peaks.
Breathing is the most common action that the human body does and is also the easiest to forget. Therefore, it is natural and fast. In Buddhism, breathing is also a measure of time, which is extremely short.
During the breathing, the seven thoughts activated the great supernatural powers of the Buddha Sect. Who can be faster than him?
Jun Mo's sword, faster than breathing, faster than autumn wind, faster than heavy rain. In just a blink of an eye, he came to Qi Nian's body, in front of his eyes, and in front of his lips!
This iron sword seems to be faster than the sound that did not make!
Jun Mo's sword came one foot in front of Qi Nian.
Jun Mo's sword is Jun Mo.
Qi Nian naturally came one foot in front of Jun Mo.
Starting from Liu Bai, the swordsmanship on earth have undergone earth-shaking changes. The lonely and invincible swordsman finally can only really think about turning that day over and then dying.
But his true meaning of swordsmanship remained in the human world and began to shine in the hands of many people. The disciples of Jiange, Ning Que, and Ye Hongyu, all had Liu Bai's sword in their hands.
The person who is most qualified to inherit Liu Bai's swordsmanship and may even go further is of course Jun Mo. He is Liu Bai's strongest opponent in swordsmanship in this life, and naturally he is also a confidant.
Sangsang could not avoid Liu Bai's body one foot, but could only connect with his own world. So how many people could avoid Jun Mo's body one foot? At least seven thoughts could not do it.
Qi Nian knew that he could not avoid this sword, so from the beginning, he had never thought of avoiding this sword. He just blew a gentle breath towards the iron sword.
It is still that gentle breeze comes from the beautiful spring, but it is condensed by the endless solemn autumn wind. It has the true meaning of Buddhism. The cycle of reincarnation of all things withering and rebirth can overcome all murderous intent in the world.
Jun Mo's iron sword cannot move forward because he cannot pierce the cycle of life.
The sword in front could not fall. He turned his wrist, the iron sword and the breeze were about to leave at once, and suddenly flipped in the air without a trace of autumn wind, and slashed straight towards Qi Nian's neck with a sword.
The iron sword broke through the wind and howled, Qi Nian's eyes suddenly became bright, like a gem on the Buddha statue. He still couldn't avoid this sword, so he still did not avoid it. The right hand that had been in front of him had come to his face.
On the side, the three fingers naturally droop, and the two fingers seem to have not touched it, like holding an empty flower and facing the sword.
The iron sword is wide and has no edge, but it has a edge. The invisible flower held between the seven thoughts has a quiet Zen meaning. This flower is not a flower on earth, and even in the spring breeze, it is difficult to get a sword.
fall.
The iron sword was gently pinched by Qi Nian's fingers.
Jun Mo took the sword. This action seems simple, but in fact it represents an extremely shocking state. He can walk away from his fingers and ignore the illusion and truth. How many people in the world can do it?
The sword was used in front and returned without any help. Jun Mo's expression was still calm. He gently brushed his right sleeve and took a step forward to the right. The iron sword held in his left hand was blown behind by the wind of the sleeve, and then slapped Qi Nian's cheek with his back hand.
Just one sword or one sword. Anyway, they are all swords, and it depends on how you can block it.
The seven thoughts could not be stopped, so they could only carry it in the direction. The Buddha's light appeared, and the Dharma body of the unmoved King appeared in the fields again, and then it was trapped into his body in an instant, and it disappeared from then on.
Invisible does not mean that there is no existence. The Dharma body of the Unmoving King was taken back by the seven thoughts. From this moment on, it is no longer the Dharma body outside the body, but the body is like the Dharma body, and his body is as strong as a Vajra.
The iron sword fell heavily on Qi Nian's cheek.
A crisp sound was like a slap in the face.
A very clear red mark appeared on Qi Nian's cheek, which really looked like someone was slapped in the face.
Then his face became swollen at a speed visible to the naked eye, and nine of the strongest teeth were shot down, shook into debris, spreading in his mouth, and blood flowed down from the corners of his lips.
As if the body is not moved, the Dharma body of the Ming King is as strong as a Vajra? As long as you do not become a Buddha in the body like the first person in the sutra, you will really become a Vajra indestructible, there is no reason why Jun Mo's sword cannot be smashed.
Qi Nian felt it hurt and felt it was humiliating.
He is a powerful man of the true life generation that is recognized by the Buddhist sect and is recognized by the cultivation world. Today, he is defeated by Jun Mo, a figure of the same generation, in such an almost contemptuous way. How can he not be humiliated?
Because of the pain and humiliation, his Zen mind was difficult to calm down and began to tremble. The corners of his lips, which were covered in blood, began to twitch. The breeze blowing between his lips was unsustainable, spreading into a ball to protect his face.
Although he was very angry, he knew clearly that if he did not protect the most dangerous face, Jun Mo's next sword would be very likely to directly slap his head into pieces.
Jun Mo did not continue to attack because the three elders of the precepts were ready to take action behind Qi Nian. He just wanted to break through and enter the mountain, and he was unwilling to stay here for a long time.
The blood-colored monk's clothes floated slightly, Jun Mo rose into the air, stepped on Qi Nian's head with his right foot, and forced himself to interrupt the second silent meditation he was preparing, and fell among the three elders of the precepts.
The three elders of the precepts sit in three places and form a character shape. The distance between them is exactly the same, which is the standard number of three and three, which is in line with the Buddhist principles.
The elder with the highest level of cultivation sat in front of the direction to the bottom of the peak, that is, before Jun Mo's road. If Jun Mo wanted to go up the mountain, he had to cross this person before Qi Nian turned around.
The one who came to the elder was the iron sword.
The elder of the Precepts looked slightly stern, and the rosary in his hand was shining, so he held the iron sword.
The other two elders began to recite scriptures.
Jun Mo reached out to hold the iron sword, and the rosary suddenly broke and turned into Buddhist beads all over the sky.
The elders of the precepts shouted in unison.
The string of rosary exploded instantly, and the Buddha's power enveloped the fields.
Jun Mo flew up, stepped on the elder's head, jumped high, and then landed on the ground in the distance.
He rushed over completely unreasonably.
All the supernatural powers in the Buddhist beads fell on him.
The elder of the precepts looked at Jun Mo who was flying forward at the highway in the wilderness, and looked at the newly flowing blood from his body. He knew that he must have suffered severe injuries and could not help but be surprised.
Didn't really shoot, just leave like this?
He would rather be injured than stop and fight?
Is this still the proud and conceited Jun Mo?
In the desolate wilderness, the blood-colored monk's robes fluttered in the autumn wind. Jun Mo was like a frightened geese. With the power of heaven and earth, he instantly rushed to the extreme distance and rushed towards the mountain.
He is still the proud Junmo.
But he is just confident and never conceited.
No matter what kind of strong enemy he encounters, he will not be afraid, anyway, he will just go there with one sword.
But if he encounters need, he can ignore his pride for the time being.
He wanted to grab the chessboard, so he wanted to grab the chessboard while Qi Nian and the three elders of the Precepts were not among the peaks. All he needed was time, and everything else could be ignored.
Of course, this does not mean that he will not care about the injuries he suffered today, but I will talk about the future.
In the future, he believed that he would meet Qi Nian and the heads of the three precepts academies. Anyway, he would meet again, so he would naturally have another sword.
...
...
(Today, this chapter, and tomorrow three chapters, I wish you all a happy mood and good health.) (To be continued. Please search for Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!)