Nightfall Chapter 130: There are always flowers blooming

Many years ago, in the autumn rain at Lanke Temple, the Taoist gate walked Ye Su, the Buddha Zong walked seven thoughts, and the strongest sword in the world, there was nothing to do with them, only to look at that one. The stone statue of Buddha collapsed.

Today, outside the Xuankong Temple in the Western Wilderness, in front of a powerful practitioner like a drunkard, they were able to beat the Buddha on earth so embarrassed, and even broke the first King Kong.

Because they are very strong, and because they cooperate too perfectly, because there is a natural tacit understanding between them, which represents absolute trust and confidence.

Only the academy can cultivate this kind of temperament, and only the master can teach two disciples like this. When they are hand in hand, they will feel fear in the sky, let alone the enemy.

When Jun Mo didn't know how many iron swords he had cut off, the first lecturer finally opened his eyes, and a very thin blood dripped from the top of his head, just flowing into his eyes, and his sight was bloody.

The first seat felt very painful, really painful, and he found that these two academy disciples were really ready to cut down forever, he didn’t want to die for the time being, he hadn’t seen the Buddha reappear. In the world, so he must do something, although he knows the consequences of doing that.

The iron sword fell again, the first one loosened the hand holding the chessboard tightly, one hand was closed in front of him, raised a little high, just blocking the front of the iron sword.

The first seater did not hold the iron sword, because at the moment he let go, the big brother also let go, holding the wooden stick, and smashed him down, hitting his tiger's mouth heavily. on.

This stick is not meant to grab food from the tiger’s mouth, but to feed the tiger.

The first seat suddenly felt a little suffocated. From the tiger's mouth to the wrists to the chest, he trembled and trembling, and the Vajra Buddha bones rattled, as if it would break apart in the next moment.

He only wanted to stretch out one hand, because one hand could stop Jun Mo’s iron sword, but he didn’t expect that it was the wooden stick that came. He wondered whether the two of the Academy could see through humans. Idea?

Big Brother and Jun Mo couldn't see what others were thinking, but they didn't need to talk to know what each other was thinking, so the iron sword did not fall, but wooden sticks came.

Jun Mo's iron sword fell downward and cut to the chessboard in the first arm.

The first Zen mind is chaotic, but under the wooden stick, it can't stop it.

Only a clear sound was heard, like a tiny porcelain cup falling on the ground.

In the dark cliff cave, a very bright light suddenly appeared, it was sky light.

A very deep crack spreads from the depths of the wilderness to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the earth shook, the cliffs collapsed, and countless rocks and mud collapsed, and a gap of more than ten miles long collapsed in the east of the tiankeng. The picture was extremely shocking.

In the gap where the tiankeng collapsed diagonally, there are countless ant caves, countless mouse holes, countless autumn grass roots and stolen fruits, and there is a very fine water flow between the rocks, gradually becoming wet and chaotic.

The first seat was sitting among the rocks, his face covered in dust and blood, looking very bleak.

The chessboard in his arms has been picked up by Jun Mo's iron sword.

The alcoholic stood on the edge of the collapsed cliff, watching this scene, his face changed suddenly, Jun Mo returned to the realm in front of Qingxia, and Li slowly improved his realm very fast, which made him extremely shocked and vigilant. He still didn't expect that these two men could actually break the first King Kong not broken, and they would take away the chessboard!

The first seater looked at Big Brother and Jun Mo, with a sad expression and a sense of relief. The expressions changed constantly, and his voice was as low as a bell, and said compassionately: "It's useless."

What's no use? Even if you get the chessboard, it’s useless. You can’t open the chessboard and rescue Haotian and Ning Que inside, because this is a magical instrument left by the Buddha. If it doesn’t rot in Lanke Temple, it will never rot. It has transcended the rules of time, and the real King Kong is not bad.

The big brother glanced at the chessboard in Jun Mo's hand, did not say anything, reached out and grabbed his sleeves, the two disappeared and returned to the green tree beside the cliff.

The next moment the autumn breeze rises again, the alcoholic returned to the cliff with the first seat of the lecture. The first seat sat in front of the white pagoda, looking at the two under the tree, and said with pity: "It's really useless."

Jun Mo ignored him, picked up the iron sword and slashed on the chessboard.

The big brother stood in front of the chessboard, his face was pale, and his thoughts were obviously exhausted, but he stood like this, no matter the alcoholic or the first seater, he didn't want to try it.

The sound of the iron sword falling on the chessboard kept ringing on the cliff. It was crisp and decidedly violent. It had no resemblance to the bells in the temple. There were countless golden iron horses in it.

Jun Mo waved his iron sword and kept hacking. I don't know how many times he has done it, or how long the time has passed. The sound echoed all over the cliffs, as if the army was fighting to death.

The Buddha City is hard to break.

Jun Mo continued to slash, until the fingers smashed blood, his expression remained unchanged, and every time he swung his sword, he was still meticulous, ensuring that he could exert the greatest power.

The first person looked at this scene silently, doing nothing, so the alcoholic did nothing, just watching quietly from the side, and the more he looked at it, the more complicated he felt.

Obviously, I should have known that there is no hope, but I continue to do so unswervingly, and even bystanders will have the illusion that that iron sword can cut hope in despair--what kind of mind is this? ? How can the master teach such a disciple? Where did he find such a disciple?

Jun Mo stopped suddenly, not because he was tired--though he was really tired--but because one side of the iron sword had been deformed, and the blade that had no edge had become flat.

The iron sword is indestructible. Before Qingxia, I don't know how many swords were cut. It was Liu Bai's sword, which was also cut by the iron sword, but today it is deformed before the chessboard.

He looked at the first chair of the lecture and asked: "If it is really useless, why do you watch this chessboard on the cliff for a whole year? No matter the wind and rain, you dare not leave for half a step."

The first seat said: "Watching for a year, because I want to watch."

The first and last words of this sentence can be pronounced differently, and the meaning will be different. The first one is to watch the word, and the latter one is to see, or to read.

The big brother asked: "What do you want to see?"

The first two silver eyebrows fluttered gently in the autumn breeze, and said: "Look at the Buddha, see all beings."

Jun Mo didn't understand, he shook his head, changed the side of the iron sword in his hand, and continued to chop towards the chessboard.

The first person's expression changed slightly, and the drinker's expression became more solemn. They did not expect that Jun Mo would stop, not because he gave up, but because he wanted to change the side of the iron sword in his hand-then, even if the iron sword was actually cut If it's scrapped, he will change something, right?

The big brother suddenly said: "The Buddha's chessboard cannot be cut, and Haotian cannot be killed."

The alcoholic looked at him, trying to stop him from speaking further down, but after thinking about it, he didn't move.

The elder brother continued: "Even if the Buddha destroys her existence on the chessboard, she can only turn her back into pure rules and naturally return to the kingdom of God. What is the point of doing this?"

The first Heshi said: "The Buddha knows five thousand years before and five thousand years later. He can count all the past before he is alive, count all the future behind him, and he can naturally count the things of today."

The senior brother calmly said: "The teacher thought for thousands of years, and finally figured out a way to keep her in the world. Can the Buddha be counted as a teacher? Can the Buddha be counted as a junior brother? Or can the Buddha be counted as a Haotian? My academy is divided into two existences? No, the Buddha is nothing."

His tone is very ordinary, his expression is very calm, but he reveals his own glorious self-confidence. What the academy does is that Haotian has not counted, let alone the Buddha.

The first seat understood, so he was silent for a long time. The alcoholic listened to the Lord in the stone hut of the Xiling Temple, so he had understood it a long time ago and came here to help the Buddha.

The Buddha laid the life and death game for Haotian, but how can he count, today's Haotian has become two, in the words of the big brother, what is the meaning of this game?

"It makes no sense."

In a very short period of time, the first seat became a lot older, because he made clear the intention of the Taoist school and admitted that the academy was right, and the Buddha's situation was meaningless.

If there is only one Haotian, then the Buddha's chessboard only needs to kill her named Sangsang, and then suppress it forever, without connecting with the world, naturally it will not be possible to return to the kingdom of God to resurrect.

However, Haotian now has two. Even if the Buddha can kill Sangsang, how can the rules that she disintegrated after death be incompatible with the world? Haotian is still there, rules and rules are naturally connected, and there is no force that can stop it. After death, Sangsang will definitely return to the kingdom of God, and this is exactly the ending that Guanzhu wants.

"It makes no sense."

The first person looked at Jun Mo who was still cutting the chessboard, and repeated these four words again.

"What you are doing is meaningless. This is the Buddha's chessboard. As long as the Buddha does not let them return, they will never be able to return. As for Haotian on the chessboard, whether it is life or death, will it return after death? The kingdom of God, then it depends on the fate of the Buddha, or the will of heaven. We mortals have no meaning before this."

The bells between the peaks continued. Many monks came to the cliff, but did not dare to come forward. Hearing these words, they gathered together to give rituals. Qi Nian and the three elders of the precepts also came here.

In this battle between the Academy and the Hanging Temple, it seems that the Academy has the upper hand, but as long as the Academy cannot open the chessboard, then it is doomed to lose.

Jun Mo finally stopped and suddenly said: "If you can't open it, then go in."

The big brother smiled and said: "This statement is very reasonable."

The first seat said: "You can enter without wanting to enter."

The big brother said: "Don't you think about the first seat. Since we have got the chessboard, why didn't we leave, but came to the cliff?"

The first silver eyebrow floats slightly, if you notice it.

The big brother looked at the green tree, stretched out his hand and stroked the leaves, and said, "This is the pear tree?"

The first person remained silent, and the expressions of the seven monks behind the Qingteng changed slightly.

The elder brother said: "I heard that this pear tree has bloomed for 500 years, it will bear fruit on the 5th, and it will fall to the ground in 5 minutes. It will touch the ground and become flocculent. It will drift with the crowd and never see again. It is really amazing."

The drunkard said: "This tree had flowers and fruit a year ago."

The big brother sat down against the green tree and said: "If this is the case, then I will wait for 499 years. When the flowers bear fruit, I will go into the chessboard and look for it."

Jun Mo raised the chessboard and sat under the tree.

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