Nightfall Chapter 103: The academy is reasonable, and the gentleman holds the right way
The one hundred and third chapter academy is reasonable, the gentleman holds the right side
A horrible cry instantly penetrated the gradual autumn rain and passed it around the dilapidated ancient temple.
Master Baoshu looked at the broken arm in the rain, his face was pale, and his body with two blood holes was crumbling. As the first seat of the precepts of the Xuankong Temple, his Dharma was profound, persevering and tolerant. He was previously used by Ning Que. The knife cut off his arm, and he was able to hold back his screams, but his cultivation base was seriously damaged at this time, and even more so because Jun Mo Tiejian broke his arm again, which was tantamount to destroying his all, and he could no longer bear it Up.
Qu Nimati stared at this scene in a daze, and suddenly screamed, rushing to the step, put the blood-covered treasure tree master in her arms, trying to stop the bleeding.
Qinian's face was aching, he looked at Jun Mo who was approaching him, and announced a Buddha's name, because he hadn't spoken for too many years, his voice was a bit dry and very unsmooth.
"The fact that Mr. Er is doing..."
He couldn't finish this sentence, because Jun Mo didn't want to listen to him at all at this time, holding the strangely wide and straight iron sword in his right hand, he cut at the top of his head.
Qinian's face was pale at this time, and his sixteen years of closed mantra broke, creating the previous astonishing scenes, which also caused his Buddha heart to be greatly backlashed, plus the previous Ning Que left him on his body His arrow wounds were wounded, and his strength had been greatly depleted, which was quite different from the peak.
But after all, it is the Buddha who walks in the world, facing the iron sword that is pressing down like a mountain, his face did not show any panic, but he stretched out his right finger and painted in front of him Made a circle.
Qinian's fingers trembled slightly, and they kept the picture in the air floating in the cold autumn rain. When one circle ends, there will be another circle. The big circle and the small circle are endless, just like the eternal halo behind the Buddha.
Jun Mo's iron sword cuts straight and crosswise, still following the square way, just like his people, the iron sword drew countless squares in the autumn rain. The length of each sword mark is absolutely equal.
The circle drawn by the fingers is extremely round, and every square drawn by the iron sword is enclosed in it. The rain falling into the circle just touched the breath, and was bounced away.
Qinian looked at Jun Mo. The voice was slightly mute and said, "How can you break me in a round sky?"
Jun Mo said indifferently: "Since you are a human, you have to know that you are standing on the ground."
At the place where the voice fell, only a few crisp sounds were heard, and the iron sword crossed out, cutting the Buddha's breath in the rain sky to pieces, and the square sword intent was extremely powerful and broke out of the circle!
Qinian's expression suddenly stunned, and he announced the Buddha's horn, and placed twenty-seven layers of Buddhist aura in front of him.
"Can a gentleman deceive him?"
Jun Mo snorted softly, holding the iron sword and breaking through the 27th floor of the Buddhist atmosphere.
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Blood overflows Qi Nian's lips. His hands bloomed in front of him as a lotus flower, forming a powerful mantra mudra.
"Can a gentleman deceive him?"
Jun Mo shouted, holding an iron sword to cut through the mantra mudra.
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Qinian puffed blood, but he was still determined to fight, calling out the Fudo Ming Dharma body. Facing the iron sword.
"A gentleman deceives him by his side!"
Jun Mo shouted angrily, and the iron sword slashed through the rain, cutting Qi Nian's external body into two!
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Looking at the Buddha who was severely injured and in danger, the monks who could still get up from the ground in Lan Kehou Temple roared towards the stone steps. Trying to save Qi Nian's life with his own flesh and blood.
Jun Mo's iron sword left his hand, and more than a dozen monks fell to the ground and died amid the whistling of the sword.
Iron Sword drew four straight lines in the autumn rain on Shiping, then returned to the original location and cut towards Qi Nian.
A straight wound suddenly appeared on Qi Nian's body.
His face is extremely pale, he is in a lotus seat, has a lotus seal, and he closes his eyes and moves in meditation.
One thought of life, one thought of death, one thought of bones and flesh, one thought of immortality.
Jun Mo didn't care what he was doing, just let Iron Sword slash it over.
In an instant, the Iron Sword cuts 77.
The eleven cycles of seven thoughts moving meditation.
All the monk clothes on his body were chopped into pieces, and the flesh and blood on his body were cut into countless blood.
Those blood mouths are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, but before they recover, they will be cut open by the iron sword.
No matter how fast the seven thoughts move, the recovery speed of the Buddha's body can never be as fast as the iron sword!
He is struggling to support more at this time.
While struggling to support, he will inevitably endure more pain.
The pain is close to Ling Chi.
Even if the Buddha's heart is as firm as a rock, he can't help but feel pain between his brows.
The iron sword comes again.
Qinian's body was severely frustrated, and he flew backward, hitting the collapsed Buddha statue in the temple, and sprayed out blood.
Jun Mo continued to walk towards him.
At this time, Ye Su finally reached the ruins of the Buddha Hall and stood in front of Qi Nian.
He looked at Jun Mo and said: "The mute is injured first, and he won't be martial."
Jun Mo said: "If this is reasonable, how can you have the face to besiege my junior brother?"
Ye Su was silent, and then said: "Ning Que and the daughter of Hades are dead, the matter is a foregone conclusion, and today Lanke Temple has been destroyed, and there are countless deaths and injuries among monks. Is it possible that the academy will destroy the Buddha?"
Jun Mo said with no expression on his face: "Buddha deceives my academy. This bald donkey deceives my senior brother. The hypocrisy is extremely hypocritical. It seems that such a broken method must be wiped from the world."
Ye Su said: "No one wants to kill Ning Que today, otherwise Qi Nian will not wait for the Buddha's light to come to the world and extinguish the daughter of the Pluto. I think the two schools of Taoism and Buddhism have shown sufficient respect for the academy, and Buddha The price Zong paid for this is enough."
Jun Mo said: "Killing Sangsang, do you think you don't have to pay a price? I will ignore the role of Dao Sect in this matter, and you must not force my academy to start a war with Dao Sect now."
Qinian lies at the feet of the shattered Buddha statue, his body is full of wounds, looking terrible, but his expression is still calm and his voice is still firm: "The daughter of Hades...must die."
Jun Mo looked at him and said: "She has never made a mistake, why should she pay the price in advance for the things that may happen in the future? If the daughter of Hades is the original sin. Shouldn't the descendants of many prostitute monks in the world be killed?"
"Tang law never had such an example, and ancient rituals did not have such a discussion. So your trip today is unreasonable."
It was quiet in the autumn rain. Everyone in the room knew what kind of temperament the second master of the college had, and it was not surprising to hear such words, but no one really thought that this person was reasoning, because the reason was very unreasonable. Just looking at the wide straight iron sword held in his hand, no one wants to reason with him.
No one thought that at this time, he would stand up and refute the second master of the college. It turned out to be Lu Chenjia.
Although the princess of Moon Wheel Kingdom is famous for her nymphomaniac, in front of Junmo in the academy and the various sects walking in the world, neither her identity nor her strength is worth mentioning. However, as the so-called ignorant are fearless, and the fearless are also fearless, she has long been heartbroken, so she dared to attack Sangsang before, and then dared to speak.
Lu Chenjia stood up slowly, wiped the rain off his face, looked at Jun Mo and said, "Dare to ask Mr. Second, if everything is done in accordance with the ancient rituals of the Tang Dynasty, why would your iron sword kill today? So many people died?"
Jun Mo said: "Tang Law has something to say, the murderer will die."
Lu Chenjia said: "However, now no one knows whether Ning Que and the daughter of Hades are dead. Since it is uncertain whether they are dead, there are naturally no murderers in Lanke Temple."
After a moment of silence, Jun Mo said: "This is reasonable."
Qu Nimati hugged Master Baoshu, looked at his pale cheeks, tears running in tears, and suddenly raised her head. Seeing Jun Mo scolded in grief and angrily: "Your academy always thinks that it has the truth. In fact, since the damned lunatic Ke Haoran, when did you make sense? Look at how painful the first seat is now!"
Listening to this old woman's remarks against her young master, he was extremely disrespectful, Jun Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Ye Su who was standing in front of Qi Nian, his right hand holding the Iron Sword suddenly tightened!
Ye Su's expression was abrupt.
The Master Treasure Tree in Qinimadi's arms. Suddenly he opened his eyes, as if seeing something terrifying, and then a straight light lit up in his eyes, and he died.
Qu Nimadi didn't react for a while, staring at the old monk in her arms blankly.
The first seat of the Xuankong Temple Commandment Academy was killed.
Qinian was so shocked, Huo Ran raised his head and looked at Jun Mo angrily.
Lu Chenjia thought that he had used words to force the second gentleman of the academy with a square temperament. Where did he think that such a tragedy would happen immediately, and his face was pale and muttered: "This is... why?"
Jun Mo said: "Sangsang is not guilty, and the bald donkey punishes the heart. Gu Li once said that the soul punisher will die."
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In the autumn rain, Qu Nimadi's desperate cry sounded.
Lanke Temple, the oldest Buddhist temple in the world, has suffered unprecedented damage today. The stone steps are destroyed, the courtyard wall collapsed, the temple of the Buddha burst, and the apse has become a ruin.
On the stone ground between the temples, there are many corpses lying, blood and rain mixed with rain, flowing silently on the bluestone slab, looking extremely miserable. There were countless deaths and injuries among the monks in Lanke Temple, and the Buddhism essence accumulated for several generations was lost by an iron sword in this battle.
Decades ago, Liansheng, who was still the ruling priest of Xiling Temple, secretly commanded the powerful Demon Sect, and bloodbathed countless cultivating sects in front of Lanke Temple, but did not attack the Lanke Temple.
Decades later, another tragedy occurred in Lanke Temple, but this time it was Lanke Temple itself that suffered the painful results. Since today, Lanke Temple can hardly maintain its current status in the spiritual world.
"Today...too many people have died."
Master Qishan looked at the corpse of the monk lying lying in the autumn rain, looking at the blood stains, there was no sense of sadness or joy in his old face, and no emotions in his voice.
He looked at Jun Mo and said with a difficult smile: "Although the chessboard has been destroyed, I am not sure whether Ning Que and the daughter of Hades are alive or dead. Jun Mo, please stop first."
Jun Mo remained silent.
He wants to kill Qi Nian. Neither Ye Su nor Tang, who has been silent, can't stop him from taking action, because this is the truth of the academy.
But it is Master Qishan who is talking, so he must be cautious.
Because he knows that the master is not the hypocritical monks in Buddhism.
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(I have not been embarrassed to report to you, in fact, I have been uncomfortable for several days, today is really sad, so I can only write a chapter, tomorrow is better, just three more.)