Nightfall Chapter 104: Broken wells and landslides

The temple of the Buddha is in ruins and no one saw the chessboard. At this time, I was shocked and speechless when I heard Master Qishan said that the chessboard was destroyed. I thought that even if the seven thoughts had broken the closed mantra for 16 years, plus The iron sword of the second master of the academy should not destroy the chessboard left by the Buddha, and to some people's shock, Master Qishan said that he could not be sure whether Ning Que and the daughter of Pluto were dead or alive.

The abbot of Lanke Temple had his left leg cut off by an iron sword. He was covered in blood and lying in the autumn rain. His face was pale and he looked at the body of Master Baoshu in Qu Nimati's arms. After a long time, he suddenly felt painful. Cried.

Thinking about the same door with countless deaths and injuries today, the abbot’s body kept trembling, and then he climbed up to the stone steps with his hands, and cried out to Master Qishan, “Why are you doing this? Do you think Let the entire world perish? Lanke has been ruined, can't it stop the world from being destroyed?"

Master Qishan looked at his disciple with pity, then glanced at Qi Nian, and said slowly: "A hundred years ago, I left Xuankong Temple and came to the world. I have lived here for the longest time. The deeper the love, but for how to protect the world, we have chosen a different path."

Qinian said: "Uncle Master, have you ever thought that the path you chose for the world is different from the choice of most people, and it is very likely to be wrong."

Master Qishan showed a smile on his tired face and said: "I am Qishan, I am not Qishan, so the path I have chosen in my life has always been a divergent path in the eyes of the world."

After saying this, the master slowly closed his eyes and leaned in the arms of the sea monk.

The sea monk's body was dampened by the autumn rain. At this time, the heart also felt cold and damp. He stretched out his trembling fingers and put them in front of the master's nose, tears overflowing into his eyes.

The master passed away.

Decades ago, Master Qishan turned the tide and saved countless people, but he contracted a serious illness and destroyed his cultivation realm. Having fought against the disease for many years, his essence and blood have withered, and now he is old and weak, but today he said the truth helped Ning Que retreat from the seven thoughts, and he forcibly opened the chessboard world, and his life came to an end.

Jun Mo looked at the thin body of the master in the arms of the monk and slowly bowed.

The abbot of Lanke Temple, who was berating the master, stopped in shock. Some cried and laughed nervously. Then kneel down.

In front of the stone steps of the Buddha Hall, everyone who could still stand saluted the master's body.

This kind of respect. It is not because Master Qishan is the real elder of Lanke Temple and the highest virtue of the Buddhist sect, but because the master has proved his compassion and kindness with his own life for a hundred years. Even if most people in the world would object to the choice the master made before his death, no one dared to question his virtue.

The autumn rain is lightly scattered.

A scholar appeared in front of the ruins of the Buddhist temple. The rush of rain wetted all the cotton-padded jackets on his body. The clotted cotton trembled slightly outside the cotton cloth, like frosted flowers and fruits.

Listening to the cry of the stone steps, he walked over, and everyone hurriedly stepped aside.

The big brother walked to the body of Master Qishan, thinking about the letters that the two had communicated over the years, thinking about the ardent hopes of the master on the letter paper. With a sad face, he squatted down and held Master Jianliang's right hand, and whispered a few words.

Jun Mo looked at his back and said: "The master said, the life and death of the younger brother and Sangsang are unknown."

The big brother stood up and looked at the sky in the rain. His eyes were slightly narrowed in the rapid rain, and his face looked very pale and haggard. Suddenly turned around and walked up the stone steps.

The temple of the Buddha was in ruins. The senior brother flicked his cotton sleeves lightly. The cotton peeking out of the cracks in the cotton shirt was drifting away, and the bricks and gravels around his body. It is quickly emptied at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jun Mo knows that brother has already forcibly broken the boundary too many times today, if this continues. It will have an irreparable impact on the mentality of the senior brother, saying: "Brother, I will do it."

The big brother said: "I am very anxious."

He has always walked without irritability, slowly, and even slow to make people panic, but today he has become the most anxious person in the world, and he is naturally anxious about Ning Que's life and death.

Jun Mo didn't say anything any more, holding the iron sword and thrusting it into the ground, he started to assist the senior.

In a very short period of time, the ruins of the Buddhist temple were cleared by the two, and even the foundation of the Buddhist temple was dug up by Jun Mo, but they still did not find the chessboard.

Is it true that, as Master Qishan said, the chessboard left by the Buddha was ruined?

But even if it is destroyed, it should leave some traces.

The autumn rain is getting more and more urgent. There is a dead silence around the ruins of the Buddhist temple. Nothing can be heard except the sound of rain. The rain gradually pours into the excavated foundation, gradually accumulating puddles everywhere.

The big brother looked at the puddles everywhere in the ruins, suddenly his expression changed slightly.

In the deepest part of the foundation of the Buddha Temple, surrounded by the earth wall with the traces of the width and straightness of the iron sword, you can faintly see a tower base about Zhang Xu's radius. The tower foundation is not known to be buried under the Buddha Temple. It has been buried for many years, and it has long been dilapidated. There is a dry well in the middle of the tower base, which is filled with soil.

Jun Mo rushed to the side of Taki, held an iron sword in his hand and stabbed, then shook his head.

There is no gap between the enclosed soil in the dry well, and it reaches the ground without a passage at all. Even if Ning Que and Sangsang abandoned the black carriage, they would not be able to escape from here.

With such a broken well, where can I spread the beauty all over?

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Ye Su and others watched them rummaging through the ruins and dug out the foundation of the temple, but they remained silent, because they knew that Mr. Da and Mr. Er looked silent and calm at this time, but their emotions have actually reached an outbreak. On the edge, at such a time, even if one is to keep an eye on the subject and preach the first, he is unwilling to provoke these two people at the same time.

The big brother walked out of the ruins, walked to Qi Nian, looked at him silently for a long time, and said with a self-blame mood: "In Chang'an City, I should not discuss this with you, I I always think that since you walk in Buddhism and yearn for it, you should always be compassionate."

Qing Nian is covered in blood, but with a calm expression, he said: "It is my evil to take advantage of the trust of Mr. Da to the Buddhism. However, I did it precisely because the Buddhism has great compassion for the world." /

The big brother shook his head, sighed and said: "There is no small compassion for a weak woman, and where is the great compassion? Even if there is, what is the meaning of this kind of compassion?"

Listening to these words, it was quiet in front of the ruins of the back temple. Everyone, especially the monks of the sea and the abbot of Lanke Temple and other Buddhist cultivators thoughtfully, changed their expressions slightly.

"The teacher once said that I am a bright and clear mountain stream. I have never encountered a real bifurcation or a quagmire. I am much more fortunate than the younger brother. Until today, I was deceived and used by you. What is the meaning of the words, I have only felt this kind of pain and anger for the first time."

The big brother looked at Qi Nian and continued: "I will not fight, otherwise I must fight with you at this time, or when I learn to fight in the future, I will go to Xuankong Temple to find you."

Jun Mo looked at Qi Nian indifferently and said: "Because of Master Qishan’s last wish, I will not kill you today. After my junior college finds the junior brother, the junior junior brother will go to Xuankong Temple to kill you. I can’t find the younger brother, that is, I will accompany my brother to the Xuankong Temple to find you. Please go back to the first seat of the lecture."

If they are different, they are talking about the same thing. People in the autumn rain suddenly felt cold all over, thinking silently, is the academy preparing to declare war on the Xuankong Temple?

Jiange Cheng Ziqing leaned on the stone steps and looked at the silent Qi Nian, and couldn't help thinking that if he were a monk in the Xuankong Temple, he must pray to the Buddha to protect Ning Que from being alive.

If Ning Que dies, can Xuankong Temple withstand the violent revenge of the academy?

Qiannian did not move his face. They looked at the academy in front of them and said calmly: "This is the will of the Buddha. How can mortals move? Ning Que and the daughter of Hades are bound to die. If the academy wants to destroy the Buddha, let’s see Can it be destroyed."

"The Buddha was also a mortal back then."

Jun Mo raised his head and looked at the stone statue of Buddha on the top of Washan Mountain in the distance in the rain. He looked at that stone Buddha's compassionate and solemn face, and looked at the light of Buddha's light in the broken palm of the stone Buddha. He was very angry.

"From today, bald donkeys are not allowed to enter my Tang Dynasty."

After saying these words, his face was pale, his broad robe floated against the rain, and his broad straight iron sword flew away from his hand, instantly piercing through the rain curtain and piercing the stone statue of Buddha on the top of the mountain in the distance.

The Buddha statue on the top of Washan Mountain is extremely tall, like a real Buddha overlooking the world.

Compared with the stone statue of Buddha, the iron sword is like a small piece of iron.

However, the iron sword is filled with Jun Mo's most violent emotions, the most contemptuous attitude, and the most absolute order. Where can an insensible and ignorant stone Buddha contend?

The right hand of the Buddha stone statue was broken at the wrist, and fell from the very high air, startled the goshawk, and disturbed the autumn rain. I don't know how long it took before it fell to the ground with a huge muffled noise.

There are several straight lines on the face of the Buddha statue. Looking from a distance, it looks like a naughty boy naughty playing several lines on it with ink lines. The expression of compassion suddenly becomes extremely funny.

Those lines were cut out by iron swords and penetrated deeply behind the head of the Buddha statue. After a while, the face of the Buddha statue began to collapse, and rocks continued to fall.

On the Buddha statue, huge rocks began to peel off continuously, and then the rate of collapse gradually increased.

There was a continuous thunderous crash from the top of Washan Mountain. Countless smoke and dust rose into the sky, even the showers could not be extinguished in a short time, and the vibration from the top of the mountain even spread to Lanke Temple at the foot of the mountain.

Hundreds of boulders began to roll down the mountain, riding a horse with more and more vigor, which made people tremble, and followed the mountain to the already dilapidated Lanke Temple.

The people in the back temple were so shocked that they helped their injured companions or held the remains of the deceased and began to flee towards the middle temple.

In the sound of countless impacts, the huge boulders formed by the collapse of the Buddha statues easily smashed the walls of the ancient temples, crushed the remains of the temples even more, ran over the stone flats, and crushed the broken bells, which was terrifying.

I don't know how long it took, and finally calmed down. The smoke gradually receded, and the people who avoided the square in front of the temple gradually turned around in panic. I saw that most of the Lanke Temple was packed and crushed by huge rocks.

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(Next chapter, fight for it before twelve o'clock.)