Nightfall Chapter 123: Talents can’t be without Hony
The scripture was really short, with only one sentence, and the serfs chanted the scriptures in a very special way. They treated each word as a sentence, drank the first word, and then remained silent. When they thought that there was no more to follow, they drank again in unison. !
Thunder in the sky is the same.
More than a hundred monks and soldiers, praising me the four words of Buddha's compassion, the monk clothes fluttering, the Zen heart is firm, but there is no compassion in the eyes, full of vajra anger, how mighty the power is.
Thousands of serfs drank the scriptures together, resisting the power of the Buddha's name, reborn with endless courage, waved the simple weapons in their hands, and attacked the monks and soldiers!
With the sound of the Buddha's trumpet, monks and soldiers descended to the world like Buddha.
Hyphenation is like thunder, and mortals come out of **** like ghosts.
The wilderness was stained with blood, and the fighting was fierce. The nobles who watched the battle looked pale. How could I think that these untouchables could fight so fiercely with the living Buddha from the sacred mountain,
The elders of the Discipline Academy can’t understand, where the courage of these sinners can actually resist the power of the Buddha’s words borrowed by more than a hundred monks and soldiers, looking at the world of blood in front of them, as if seeing countless ghosts asura!
Qinian's expression was extremely solemn. He had been listening to the scriptures that the serfs had drunk. After listening for a long time, he finally heard clearly that it was not a scripture at all, it was just a sentence.
"Shi! No! Yes! Yes! No! Hong! Yi!"
This sentence is very simple, only seven words, the meaning of this sentence is far-reaching, enough to taste seven hundred years, the power of this sentence is very powerful, easily crushed the Buddhist words into pieces.
The nobles did not understand, the elders of the precepts did not understand, and Qi Nian did not understand, but he thought of one thing. He once heard the dead seven say that in front of the White Pagoda Temple, The Master of the Academy was enlightened before the battle, and in just one sentence he broke the Buddhist words in the first part of the lecture.
The sentence Mr. Da said at the time was: "I don't talk strangely and forcefully."
At this time, Qi Nian naturally thought of this past event. Could it be that the words that the criminals were shouting at this time... were also said by the Master? Even so, how could that person's Tao have reached this point?
He was wrong. The words that echoed in the wilderness at this time brought countless courage and perseverance to the serfs, not from the master, but from that person.
This sentence is not a saying, but just that person's self-requirements and expectations of sentient beings, which are full of the spirit and courage of his life. Thousands of people drink together is thunder.
Sciences can't be without Hony.
The ordinary people who were fighting on the battlefield at this time, their ancestors have been slaves for generations, they are not scholars, but when they say this, they become scholars, they are noble people.
So they have morale.
The serfs are killing the remnant soldiers and the living Buddha in their hearts with thunderous voices.
In the Buddhist scriptures, the Buddha once explained the sound of thunder on the sky in this way, saying that it was the friction or collision between clouds and the sky, while in today's battlefield, thunder is the collision of iron and iron.
Smoke drifted across the meadow, and an iron sword suddenly appeared.
This iron sword is very straight, and there is no more straight one in the world.
This iron sword is very thick, not like a sword, but more like a stubborn piece of iron.
The iron sword whistled and cut through the air.
A monk raised an iron rod to greet him. Only a thunder was heard. The iron rod suddenly shattered. The monk fell to the ground, vomiting blood, making numerous crisp cracks, and then his body broke to death.
Ten iron rods pierced through the air, like mountains pressing against that iron sword.
The iron sword was proudly picked up. It was still just a sword and there was only a sound of thunder. The ten iron rods were like ten straws, deformed, scattered around, and disappeared from the weeds.
The ten monks holding iron rods in their hands do not even know where they were sent by the shock.
Only a violent shout was heard in the meadow, and the leader of the monk and soldier opened his mouth and stared, like a male lion in front of a Buddha, condensing countless heaven and earth vitality on the iron rod, and slammed into the iron sword!
At this moment, a hand stretched out from the smoke and dust and held the hilt of the iron sword. The fingers of this hand are very slender, the palm is very broad, holding the iron sword, there is an indescribable harmony sense.
If you have to describe this sense of harmony, it's probably a four-character nature.
A figure loomed in the smoke and dust. The man held the iron sword and waved it at random, and he blocked the stick that the leader of the monk and soldier had smashed down with countless vitality.
Iron swords and iron rods match each other, with flames splashing, spring thunderstorms, and momentary silence.
The leader of the monk soldier only felt that a terrifying force came from the iron rod. The first feeling of that force was very violent, but at a deeper level, it was so calm and orderly.
He knew that he was not an opponent of this level of power, and he was bound to lose, but as the top powerhouse of the Xuankong Temple Commandment Institute, he thought that he would always stop the iron sword for a moment, and he would not fall into the majesty of the Buddha.
So he refused to let go, holding the iron rod firmly.
In the eyes of bystanders, the iron sword just touched the monk's iron rod and left. The figure in the smoke and dust, no longer ignoring the leader of the monk and soldiers, passed by calmly.
Boom, boom, boom, the real thunder didn't blast until this time, it blew in the body of the monk soldier, his fingers were all broken into bones, his wrist was broken in two, and then his arm...
The leader of the monk and soldier clenched the two arms of the iron rod, and was directly shaken by the iron sword into a mess of two flesh-and-blood flocks, and was lightly blown by the wind in the field, and then disappeared with the smoke.
With a miserable scream, the leader of the monk and soldier knelt to the ground in pain, his face was extremely pale, and he wanted to knock his head to relieve the pain, but there was no such possibility.
The smoke and dust gradually quieted, and the figure gradually appeared in front of everyone.
His hair is very short, and his sharp stubble is like a sword forest somewhere in the academy, facing the high and indifferent sky, his right arm is broken, but there is no wrinkle on the light sleeve.
He was wearing an earth-yellow monk's robe. The monk's robe had not been washed for a year and was full of dust. At this time, it was stained with blood and it was very dirty, but he looked like he was wearing a Chinese dress to participate in an ancient ceremony.
His expression is still so calm and proud, his face is covered with blood, the monk's clothes are stained with blood, and the iron sword he is holding in his left hand is bleeding constantly, and he is covered with blood.
Looking at his face, he is just an ordinary monk, but he is so covered in blood, walking out of the battlefield like a sea of blood, like a blood Buddha walking out of hell.
There is dead silence in the wilderness.
Seven thoughts and the elders of the Discipline Academy, looking at the proudest and most terrifying second gentleman in the back of the academy, thinking of the people he killed in the underground world this year, sighed and said: "My Buddha is merciful. "
He said: "The Buddha is sad."
Seven Nian Heshi said: "That year in front of Qingxia, you were against a thousand troops, but this place is not Qingxia, it is the land of Buddha. If you don’t have a college to help you, you will fight to the end of time, and you will not win. Maybe."
He said: "Seniors are also gentlemen. Scholars must not be strong and have a long way to go, and benevolence considers one's own responsibility, but is not also important? After death, isn't it also far?"
Qinian said: "You don't make sense, why?"
He looked at the monks in front of him, and said blankly: "My name is Jun Mo. I have been taught by Mr. De. I only wish to follow the way of a gentleman in this life. Those who dare to block the way will die without a place to be buried."
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(Chapter 3, this chapter is two thousand. I was a little confused just now. The second chapter was originally written at 10:30, but I forgot to publish it. The fourth chapter is expected to come out before two o'clock.) Continue. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)