Nightfall Chapter 92: Extinguish the Buddha

Jun Mo is dressed in monk clothes with extremely short hair, and his sleeves are fluttering in the wind, looking like a young monk.

He stood on the mountain road, facing the top of the peak in the Buddha’s light, as if he was right in front of the Buddha’s eyes.

He was silent and did not raise the iron sword to fight again.

He is not afraid of any enemy, even the Buddha.

The chessboard has been suppressed by Haotian for many years. Even if the Buddha is resurrected and returned to the world by the mountain, it will be countless times weaker than the Buddha’s true heyday. At least before, he had the opportunity to interrupt that process.

The Buddha may really be waiting for the Dao Sect and the Academy to lose out and come back.

But he didn’t care, he didn’t care anymore, he didn’t do anything.

He held his hand with the iron sword behind him, very tired.

His eyebrows are straight, like a sword, can fight, like a ruler, can be measured.

He doesn’t want to fight anymore, because he is still lonely after he fights all over the world.

In the peak, everyone is kneeling. Those who have been fighting with him for many years knelt at the moment when the Buddha appeared. He stood alone, really lonely.

He doesn’t want to measure it, because it’s really difficult to measure people’s hearts.

A shallow layer of frost grows between his eyebrows. The frost comes from the bottom of my heart and is a little cold.

When the Buddha sang, he just stood with his head down.

All the slaves lowered their heads and touched the ground with their foreheads in fear. They did not dare to look directly at the Buddha’s light, let alone see the Buddha’s true face. Naturally, he could not see his somewhat depressed figure.

It’s like a group of ants, a group of ants bathed in the light of Buddha and afraid to move.

But.

However.

For thousands of years, I believe that there are always such mavericks in the ant colony who, for some mysterious reason, decided to temporarily take their eyes off the rotten leaf shell and look at the blue sky.

Then. Their world is different.

Because of seeing, so fear?

No.

Only when you see it, you will not be afraid.

A young slave supported his body with trembling hands. It was difficult to restrain the intense curiosity and concern in his heart. He raised his head in fear and uneasy, and looked towards the front of the mountain road.

He saw the Buddha’s light, saw the lonely and lonely Junmo in the Buddha’s light, and he also saw the face of the Buddha.

It turns out that the Buddha looks like that.

It turns out. Buddha is like that.

Looking at Jun Mo in the Buddha’s Light, he suddenly felt very ashamed and embarrassed.

A kind of courage that didn’t know the source came into his body.

He touched the hilt with a trembling hand and held it again, then stood tremblingly.

He stood up.

He looked at his companions around him. He wanted to say something. He wanted to call on them to stand up bravely like himself. But he found that no one was looking at him. His voice was too small in the majestic and solemn Buddha singing.

He felt a little lonely. So he understood Jun Mo’s loneliness and pride.

He wants to say something to Jun Mo, but he doesn’t know what to say.

He looked at the Buddha’s light, looked at the Buddha, looked at the disciples of Naxu, and wanted to argue with them, but found that he could not even understand the Buddhist scriptures they sang.

He is getting more and more irritable, scratching his head, a little anxious.

The more anxious you are, the more annoying the narration is, until it becomes annoying.

His chest kept rising and falling, and his breathing became rapid.

In the end, all the emotions came together and turned into three words, which burst out of his lips.

He looked at the Buddha in the Buddha’s light, and shouted: “Shut up!”

At this moment, the Buddha’s singing seemed to stop for a while.

Many people have heard these three words.

Jun Mo lowered his head, the fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes faded somehow, and the corners of his lips were slightly pulled up.

Qinian remembered the conversation she had with Ye Su many years ago in the wasteland.

“In the first lecture, I have seen countless flying ants rise up in the light.”

“Flying ants will eventually fall. They will never touch the sky.”

“The ants can fly and fall, but they are better at climbing, they are good at making a foundation for their companions, and they are not afraid of sacrifices. They stand up one by one. As long as there are enough, they will surely be piled up enough to touch the sky. A pile of ants.”

Qin Nian is horrified but frightened, and the whole body is cold.

Ye Su finally began to believe in ants, and began to take those ants to the sky.

He has forgotten what he said and believed in the truth.

He looked at the slave standing in the Buddha’s light, suddenly desperate.

This is only the first ant, and more ants will stand up.

Yes, the slaves kneeling in the Buddha’s light looked at each other.Although their eyes were dim, more people stood up, some shouted to shut up, and more people were silent.

But they stood up.

More and more slaves slowly stood up in the Buddha’s light, like black tide.

The louder and louder shouts echoed between the sky and the earth.

Shut up!

Shut up!

Jun Mo lowered his head, listening, the corners of his lips got higher and higher, and finally turned into a smile.

At first it was a smile, then it was a show-faced smile, and finally it was a big laugh. He laughed so happily!

Hahahaha!

Finally stood up, those who did not want to be slaves.

“Did you hear?”

He looked at Qi Nian, the smile on his face gradually reduced, and he shouted: “Shut up!”

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His voice is like the sound of a bell, floating in the peaks, clear people’s hearts and minds, shocking!

Wanfeng is silent for a while!

Qinian and countless monks spurted blood and fell to the ground!

Buddha singing ends here.

The Buddha turned into a mountain, still watching him quietly.

Jun Mo looked at him and shouted: “Even if you are really a Buddha, what about it? I am a Buddha, and I am a Buddha. All beings in this world can become Buddhas as long as they are willing. “

Under the peaks, the sky and the earth, there is no solitaire, only millions of old and weak women and children, scared slaves, humiliated women, all eyes are looking at him.

All power follows him, follows him, and is delivered to him because of trust.

An unimaginable majestic force flooded his body.

He raised the iron sword in his hand and cut it to the Buddha.

At this moment, he is like a god, but he is not a god, his sword seems to come from the netherworld, but he is not the messenger of the netherworld, nor the representative of the world, he is just a scholar in the academy.

The scholar with a high crown who wanted to draw his sword when the road was uneven!

A clear sword shadow appeared in the sky, and the clouds were cut into a large slit. The sunlight spilled from that slit, diluting the Buddha’s light between the peaks, but making the world still bright.

The iron sword falls.

Buddha, be cut by an iron sword!

Many years ago, he chopped the Buddha statue into countless stones in Lanke Temple.

Years later, he really cut the Buddha into countless stones.

The thunderous roar keeps ringing.

The cliffs burst, the mud and rocks fell, the trees were uprooted, and the temple was crumbling.

Everywhere is the crying and howling of monks.

Everyone left the mountain, dozens of miles away, looking at the constantly collapsing cliff body, their expressions were slightly distressed, and they were shocked by the picture that they didn’t know how to speak.

There are still many monks in Qi Nian, who have not walked down the mountain path.

Suddenly, there was an extremely harsh sound from the sky and the earth. It was the sound of the friction between rocks and rocks deep in the ground. It was the abnormal sound of a heavy mountain breaking and then sliding, producing on the section!

The giant peak broke from the root, and then slowly fell towards the east!

The mountain peak is too high, the speed at the beginning is very slow, and it slowly accelerates until the end.When the mountain finally fell on the wilderness, it didn’t hit anyone. However, the earthquake caused a lot of trouble.

The sky is full of smoke and dust, as if entering the night ahead of time. I don’t know how long it has passed, and the smoke is gradually condensed, so that people can see the picture in front of them clearly, and they are shocked again.

Jufeng, like the iron sword in Jun Mo’s hand, cut the earth into an extremely exaggerated opening dozens of miles wide, and the peak body itself became a paved road over the opening.

The top of the peak is pointed to the east, and the steep cliff has been shaken out of a huge gap. Opposite the mountain, it looks like two bridges. As long as you walk through the field full of wildflowers, Then they can communicate.

The slaves looked at the big gap in astonishment, and the bold people began to walk there, while the people in the west climbed up the bridge formed by the giant peaks and began to walk there.

After walking for a long time, I finally walked under the cliff and walked to the gap that has turned into a gentle slope.

Millions of slaves walked up the hillside.

They walked in silence, from sunset to morning.

They now know what the ground is, but they are still looking forward to it, and then nervous, even a little afraid.

Walking silently, only the sound of footsteps, dense and rustling.

Anyone who sees this scene and hears these footsteps will be moved by it.

I don’t know how long it took, but finally there was a ray of light falling on the face of the young man in the front.

He opened his mouth wide, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little confused by the light.

Oh, grandpa, the sun is on the ground, as high as we are.

In the light of the rising sun, the slaves who have lived under the ground for generations finally walked to the ground world, just like that child, people admired, people were silent, people cried, for those who never came to the ground, see this The grandfather of the sun.

It turns out that the sky is very close.

It turns out that the earth has no edges.

It turns out that this is the taste of freedom.

The dance of weeping and carnival starts in the early morning, then to sunset, and then to the appearance of the sky full of stars, and the bright moon, people’s carnival, it never ends.

Jun Mo walked under the linden tree and began to rest.

He glanced at the traces left by the Buddha’s Nirvana under the tree, did not say anything, then looked up at Mingyue and said, “Teacher, you are not as good as me in this matter.”

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(This chapter is awesome, I suggest looking back at the prologue, there are two paragraphs that are exactly the same, I am awesome…Of course, I just copied it, and finally wrote this paragraph. It is a few chapters. In the chapter. The last sentence is my evaluation, not fighting, it refers to other aspects. In short, it’s a good time to write today, and tomorrow… Let’s explain the things of the day.)