Nightfall

Junmo was dressed in a monk's clothes, his hair was extremely short, his sleeves fluttered in the wind, and he looked like a young monk.

He stood on the mountain road, facing the peak in the light of Buddha, as if in front of Buddha's eyes.

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

He does not fear any enemies, even the Buddha.

The chessboard was suppressed by Haotian for many years. Even if the Buddha is resurrected at this time, he will return to the world through the mountain. It will be countless times weaker than the real heyday of the Buddha. At least before, he had the opportunity to interrupt the process.

Buddha may really be waiting for Daomen and the Academy to lose both sides, and then come back.

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

He was holding his hand, and the iron sword was very tired behind him.

His eyebrows are straight, like swords, he can fight, like rulers, he can measure.

He didn't want to fight anymore, because he was still alone in the world.

Everyone was kneeling on the peak. Those who had been fighting with him for many years had knelt at the moment when the Buddha showed his true body. He stood alone, really lonely.

He doesn't want to measure it anymore, because it's really difficult to measure clearly.

There was a shallow layer of frost between his eyebrows-the frost came from the bottom of his heart and was a little cold.

Buddha singing, he just stood with his head down.

All the slaves lowered their heads, touched the ground with their foreheads in fear, and dared not look directly at the Buddha's light, nor dare to look at the true face of the Buddha.

Is like a group of ants, a group of ants bathed in the Buddha's light, who dare not move.

But.

However.

For thousands of years, I believe that there are always so special people in the ant colony. For some mysterious reason, they decided to temporarily take their eyes off the rotten leaves and rotten shells and look at the blue sky.

Then, their world is different.

Fear because of seeing?

Do not.

Only when you see it will you not be afraid.

A young slave supported his body with trembling hands. It was difficult to restrain the strong curiosity and concern in his heart. He raised his head in fear and looked forward to the mountain road.

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

It turned out that the Buddha looks like that.

It turns out that the Buddha is like that.

Looking at Junmo in the Buddha's light, he suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed.

Courage came to his body with an unclear source.

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

He stood up.

He looked at his companions around, wanted to say something, wanted to call them to stand up as bravely as he did, but found that no one was looking at himself. In the majestic and solemn Buddha singing, his voice was too low.

He felt a bit lonely, so he understood Junmo's loneliness and pride.

He wanted to say something to Junmo, but he didn't know what to say.

He looked at the Buddha's light, looked at the Buddha, looked at the disciples of those Buddha, wanted to argue with them, but found that he couldn't even understand the Buddhist scriptures they sang.

He became more and more irritable, scratching his head, anxious.

The more anxious, the more annoying that those Buddhas are singing until they are upset.

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

Eventually, all the emotions came together and became three words, bursting out of his lips.

He looked at the Buddha in the Buddha's light and shouted loudly: "Shut up!"

At this moment, the Buddha seemed to stop for a moment.

Many people heard these three words.

Jun Mo lowered his head, and the fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes lightened up somehow, and his lips slightly picked up.

Qiannian remembered his conversation with Ye Su on the wasteland many years ago.

"When I first lectured, I have seen countless flying ants rising from the bath."

"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 foundations for their companions, and they are not afraid of sacrifices. Each ant builds up. As long as there are enough ants, they will definitely be able to form an ant pile that can reach the sky. "

Qiannian was horrified but cold.

Ye Su finally began to believe the ants, and began to fly with those ants to the sky.

He had long forgotten what he had said and believed the truth.

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

This is just 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 blank, more people stood up, some people shouted and shut up, more people were silent.

But they stood up.

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

More and more loud cries echoed between the world.

To shut up!

To shut up!

Junmo lowered his head and listened, his lips became higher and higher, and finally turned into a smile.

Began with a smile, then Zhanyan's smile, and finally laughed out loud, he was very happy to laugh!

Hahahaha!

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

"Have you heard?"

He looked at Qi Nian, and the smile on his face gradually dwindled, shouting, "Shut up!"

His voice is like a bell, floating among the peaks, clearing the heart and soul, shocking!

Wanfeng is silent for a while!

Seven thoughts and countless monks bleed to the ground!

Buddha singing ended.

The Buddha who turned into a mountain still looked at him quietly.

Junmo looked at him and shouted, "What if you are really a Buddha? What if I am a Buddha, I am a Buddha, and all beings in this world can become Buddhas as long as they want, then you have to do this Buddha!"

Under the peaks and peaks, heaven and earth, there is no self-respect, only millions of old and weak women and children, scarred slaves, humiliated women, all eyes looked at him.

All the forces follow him, follow him, and give him to him because of trust.

An unimaginable majestic force filled 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 be from the ghost, but he is not a messenger of the ghost, nor a representative of the world, he is just a scholar in the academy.

The high-profile scholar who had to draw a sword when he saw a bad road!

There was a clear sword shadow in the sky, a large slit was cut through the clouds, and the sunlight fell from that slit, diluting the Buddha's light between the peaks, but the world was still bright.

The iron sword fell.

Buddha, beheaded by the iron sword!

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

After many years, he really cut the Buddha into countless stones.

Thunderous roar, kept ringing.

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

Is full of crying and howling monks.

Everyone left the mountain, tens of miles away, looking at the cliff body that kept falling, with a slight expression, and was shocked by the picture to somehow.

There are still many monks in Qi Nian who didn't go down the mountain road.

Suddenly, there was a very harsh sound between heaven and earth. It was the sound of rock-rock friction deep in the ground, it was the heavy mountain rupture, and then sliding, the abnormal sound produced on the cross-section!

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

The mountain peaks are 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 did not hit the person. 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, the smoke is gradually condensed, so that people can see the picture in front of them, and they are shocked again.

Jufeng, just like the iron sword in Jun Mo's hand, cut the earth into a mouth that was extremely tens of miles wide, and the peak itself became the road paved on that mouth.

Just to the east of the peak, the steep cliff wall was shattered by a huge gap. It was far away from the mountain and looked like two bridges. As long as you walked through the field of wildflowers, you could communicate .

The slaves looked at the big gap with astonishment. The bold people began to walk over there. The people on the west side climbed the bridge formed by Jufeng and began to walk over there.

Walked for a long time, and finally walked under the cliff, to the gap that had become a gentle slope.

Millions of slaves walked up the hillside.

They walked very silently, from sundown to early morning.

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

Silent walking, only footsteps, dense, rustling.

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I don't know how long I walked, and finally there was a ray of light that fell on the face of a young boy in the front.

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

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

Facing the light of the rising sun, the slaves who lived underground for generations finally reached the world of the ground, just like the child, people admired, people were silent, people cried, for those who never came to the ground and saw such a sun Ancestors.

It turned out that the sky was very close.

It turns out that the earth has no edges.

It turned out that this is the taste of freedom.

The dance of crying and carnival started from early morning, then sunset, and then the stars appeared, and that round of the moon, people's carnival never ended.

Junmo went to the bodhi tree and began to rest.

He looked at the traces left by the Buddha's nirvana under the tree and said nothing. He looked up at Mingyue and said, "You are not as good as me at this matter."

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