The fifth volume of the pen of the gods, the one hundred and twenty-seventh chapter
A burst of fireworks illuminated the dimly lit underground wilderness.
A line of smoke cut open the surface of the wilderness and quickly extended towards the giant peak ahead.
At the front of the smoke and dust was Jun Mo. He borrowed the energy of heaven and earth to fly by the wind. The iron sword broke through the wind silently in front of him, just like a real sword, moving forward at an unimaginable speed.
That firework was a warning signal, and the alarm bells rang loudly in the giant peak. Countless monks rushed out of the temple and onto the mountain road, preparing to lay out a huge formation incomparable to the Dharma to suppress the invading enemies.
Jun Mo, who turned into a sword, was so fast that he was even faster than the light from the fireworks hitting the giant peaks. Before the Buddhist formation was completed, he had already reached the foot of the mountain.
The autumn mountain was quiet, and the green bamboos on both sides of the mountain road suddenly began to shake. The monks' eyes flashed when they saw Jun Mo coming to the scene and the iron sword in his hand.
The monks of Xuankong Temple took action, and Jun Mo naturally drew his sword. He came too fast, and the Buddhist formation on the mountain path between the peaks was not completed yet, so he broke through unreasonably!
Only then did the autumn wind suddenly rise, whistling back and forth between the bamboo forest and the mountain road. There were dozens of blood stains on the green bamboo joints, which looked like red tears.
Regardless of whether the blood stained by Qingzhu belongs to the monk or Jun Mo, in short, he has entered the depths of the giant mountain and is rushing on his own path, his gentleman's path.
As a gentleman, Jun Mo must first reason with the enemy. If you don't listen, then crush him. In the wilderness at the foot of the mountain, he has already talked a lot with Xuankong Temple. Since Xuankong Temple doesn't listen, then he will naturally
I won’t continue to be pedantic, just crush it.
Qi Nian and the three elders of the Discipline Academy were rushing back in the wilderness. The strong men in the temples between the peaks did not have time to react. Jun Mo crushed them all the way up.
He held an iron sword in his hand and killed directly on the cliff, covered in blood.
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The edges of the tiankeng are all steep cliffs. The cliffs cut a very deep hole in the wasteland, and then they stretched and finally met in the distance. It was extremely shocking to watch.
The autumn wind has not yet risen in the wasteland. The lone Bodhi tree not far away has its green leaves still bunched up and motionless. However, there is a line of smoke and dust in the direction of the cliff.
The so-called smoke and dust are actually just countless dust particles and gravel moving at an unimaginable high speed in the space along the cliff. They look like countless extremely thin threads.
As long as the cliff is, this line of smoke is as long as it is. It stretches for thousands of miles, with no beginning and no end in sight. It surrounds the world under the cliff, as if it is a miracle, and it appears for some unknown reason.
In the smoke and dust, thousands of figures can be faintly seen. In fact, it is not that they can be seen, but because those figures move so fast that they even exceed the ability of the naked eye to see. Those figures can be in countless positions every moment.
Overlapping creates this illusion.
Thousands of figures are actually just two people.
Two people who are constantly chasing each other.
Suddenly, melodious bells came from the giant peaks in the distance.
Thousands of miles of smoke and dust on the edge of the cliff suddenly stopped, and then slowly fell back to the wilderness.
Where the smoke fell, two people appeared.
The scholar wearing a cotton-padded jacket, with a cloth belt tied around his waist and an inconspicuous wooden stick inside, had a gentle expression and was covered in dust but extremely clean. He was the elder brother of the academy.
The middle-aged scribe opposite had a wine flask tied around his waist, and he was a drunkard.
Hundreds of thin white threads seeped out from the cotton-padded jacket on Senior Brother's body, dragging hundreds of feet and fluttering gently in the autumn wind. It was very elegant, but it inevitably looked a little weird.
The speed of chasing in the realm of distance is too fast.
The senior brother's cotton-padded jacket was unusual. It did not break at such high speed, but the cotton in the sandwich layer of the cotton-padded jacket was squeezed out of the pores of the cotton cloth and turned into the finest cotton threads.
Hundreds of cotton threads were floating behind him. This scene was indeed a bit indescribable, especially as the wind gradually changed, some cotton threads fell on his face, which looked even more funny or cute.
The drunkard took off the jug and drank endlessly. After such a long and endless chase, he was still relaxed, but the hand holding the jug was trembling slightly.
The eldest brother watched him drink and said nothing.
When the drunkenness gradually took hold and the alcohol addiction subsided, the drunkard put down the bottle, looked at his complicated emotions and said: "Li Mianman, you have become faster, but you are still not as fast as me."
The senior brother smiled gently and said, "Senior didn't catch me."
The drunkard was silent for a moment, then asked: "Why?"
There are many whys in the world, at least more than one hundred thousand. What he wants to ask at this time is naturally why the academy goes against the Buddha Sect. You must know that this means standing on the side of Haotian.
"Actually, I ask myself this question sometimes."
The senior brother thought for a while and then said: "I figured it out later. Junior Brother and Haotian were trapped on the chessboard, and they have such a relationship. If we want Junior Brother to come out, we must rescue Haotian. We don't want him to come out."
Being an enemy of Buddhism does not mean being a friend of Haotian, we just want to save people."
For the academy, rescuing people is always the most important thing. Whether it is saving humans or rescuing junior brothers, it is something that must be done anyway. As for the pros and cons, we can only ignore it for the time being.
Once you start considering the pros and cons, the academy is no longer an academy.
The drunkard frowned slightly and asked, "What exactly does the academy want to do?"
The senior brother smiled and said: "Teacher has the teacher's ideas, and the disciples also have the disciple's plans. What the academy wants to do may seem a bit ridiculous to you, but it should be interesting."
The drunkard said: "Buddha also had his plan. He waited for countless years, and finally waited until Haotian was weakened by your academy, and waited until she became close friends with ordinary people who can die. For the human beings that your academy keeps claiming to represent, this is probably
It is the only and last hope, how can you bear to destroy it?"
The senior brother shook his head and said: "The academy has never thought of representing mankind. We just do things that we think are beneficial to mankind, and we do it ourselves first."
The drunkard said: "Then why did you stop the Buddha from killing Haotian?"
The senior brother said: "First of all, for the same reason I told my senior before, we want to save people. Secondly, there is Haotian in the Kingdom of God, so Sangsang cannot be killed."
Sang Sang is Haotian, and Haotian is Sang Sang, but Sang Sang is in the human world, and Haotian is in the kingdom of God. If these two existences cannot be wiped out at the same time, Haotian will never be able to kill him.
The senior brother continued: "In this case, if the Buddha Sect kills Sangsang, not only will it not kill Haotian, but it will make her become a rule. When she returns to the Kingdom of God, Haotian will become even more powerful."
This passage sounds a little difficult to understand, but it is very easy to understand for people like alcoholics and senior brothers. Therefore, the academy has never figured out why alcoholics do this.
The drunkard remained silent.
The senior brother understood and sighed: "Is this what the master of the temple thinks?"
The drunkard looked up at the gray sky and said, "Not bad."
By taking advantage of the Buddha's calamity, either Sang Sang dies or wakes up, no matter which outcome, she can return to the Kingdom of Haotian. This is the idea of the viewer.
"Guanzhu..."
The eldest brother realized that no words were suitable to describe a person like Guanzhu, so he said: "It seems that that chessboard could really kill her."
The drunkard said: "She must die."
This is the judgment of the observer. Although he is now a disabled person, both the drunkard and the senior brother know that his judgment must be accurate.
The senior brother quietly looked at the mountain peaks in the distance, and then reached out and pulled out the wooden stick from his waist.
He didn't know how to fight before, so he never carried weapons. Later, in front of Congling, he was forced to learn to fight and broke the water gourd that never left his body.
During the chase with the viewer that year, he picked up a wooden stick on the beach of a small island in the South China Sea. From that day on, the wooden stick became his weapon.
This stick was left by the Master in this world.
The eldest brother pulled out the wooden stick, which meant that he was getting ready to fight, or in other words, he was getting ready to fight.
The temple owner said that Sang Sang will definitely die on the Buddha's chessboard, so Ning Que, who is connected to her destiny, will naturally die as well, so as Ning Que's senior brother, he will naturally fight for his life.
Everyone in the spiritual practice world knows that people in the academy are very good at fighting for their lives, and everyone is afraid of them when they fight for their lives. Not to mention the famous lunatic Ke from the previous generation, this generation is also the same.
Jun Mo fought with his life, the army was in danger, the Yellow River flowed backwards, Yu Lian fought with his life, dared to go straight to the sky, dared to cut off the rainbow, but to be truly terrifying, it was the college student.
The eldest brother has a very gentle temperament and rarely gets angry, let alone fights for his life. But the more gentle a person is, once he really fights for his life, he will be really scared to death.
When Guanzhu's realm was at its peak, he could be called the strongest in the world, but even he had no good way to deal with the desperate senior brother. The drunkard at this time was naturally not willing to stop him head-on.
The drunkard turned sideways, not facing the stick.
The eldest brother pointed at the giant peak with his stick and said, "Senior, aren't you worried about me just leaving like this?"
The drunkard said calmly and confidently: "You are not as fast as me, but I can catch up with you."
The senior brother said: "Senior has been chasing me for three months and has never caught up."
The drunkard smiled and said, "As long as you don't enter the Xuankong Temple, why should I catch up with you?"
The senior brother also smiled and said: "Senior, haven't you noticed that we have been standing opposite each other? That's because I have been going backwards. If I turn around, can you still catch up with me?"
The drunkard's face suddenly changed.
On the wilderness beside the cliff, the autumn wind suddenly howled, a thunderous sound exploded, and a cloud of air sprayed out in all directions, forming a huge hole.
Hundreds of white cotton threads were slowly falling in the wind.
The senior brother disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, his figure appeared on the cliff and under the pear tree.
Almost at the same time, Jun Mo also came to Yaping, covered in blood.
Jun Mo looked at his senior brother under the tree and nodded with sincerity.
Senior brothers haven't seen each other for a long time. When they reunited, they didn't reminisce about old times, but looked at somewhere at the same time.
There is a white pagoda on the ruined temple in Yaping.
In front of the White Pagoda, an old monk sat cross-legged.
In front of the old monk, there is a chessboard.
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(Yesterday I said there would be three chapters today, but I really can’t finish it. It’s just one chapter. If my mental state can be better tomorrow, I’ll try to make up for it. Sorry.) (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature for better and more updated novels. quick!)