Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 583: No Buddha to worship, no one to kowtow

How could there be a Ming person appearing in Yumo? !
The originally furious monk's face suddenly changed when he saw Li Jun and others. Without any hesitation, he turned around and was about to run away.

But as soon as the monk took a step, a huge pressure enveloped his body, and he fell to the ground, unable to move.

puff.

Dunzhu lay on his back, carefully protecting the girl Azhuo in his arms, who had turned into a demon and was several times bigger than him.

The man looked nervously at the Ming man in front of him, who was much smaller than him.

From the other party, he felt an oppression greater than the highest snow-capped mountain on the plateau.

It seemed that as long as the other party moved his finger, he would be crushed into powder.

"Who are you?"

Li Jun ignored Dunzhu's question and looked down at the girl in his arms. His brows were furrowed on his pale face and tears flowed down his closed eyes.

Although he already had a vague answer in his mind, Li Jun couldn't help but ask again.

"Were we dragged into the Buddha Kingdom?"

"No."

Zou Sijiu stepped forward and stood side by side with Li Jun, his face looking extremely gloomy.

A red-haired guard floated behind him, with a frosty face and murderous eyes.

"Is that an illusion?"

Chen Qisheng stood on Li Jun's right hand side, and Chang Jun, who was standing beside him, held a silver-white sword in his arms, and asked in a cold voice.

“No, this is the present world.”

A huge man in dark gold armor stood behind Li Jun, and the angry voice of Lord Ma came from his red eyes.

"It's Nong Xu, they actually reached into the foreign land"

Yuan Mingfei squatted beside the girl, her fingers gently stroking the ugly scales on her body. In the depths of her eyes, there was an angry mountain ape raising its head and howling at the moon.

"Those beasts of Fanchuan Buddhist Sequence, what do they want to do?"

Yuan Mingfei's face turned pale. This was the first time Li Jun saw her lose her composure like this.

Even when she faced the monk Longtu from the Jokhang Temple in Chongqing Prefecture, Concubine Yuan Ming had never shown such strong anger and hatred.

"So, it's a nest of snakes and rats?"

Li Jun turned his head to glance at Chen Qisheng, who slowly opened his five fingers. The surging spiritual power seemed to have substance, instantly wrapping around the monk's limbs, and crushing him inch by inch starting from his fingertips.

In the Gobi Desert filled with wind and snow, the eerie sound of broken bones and tendons could be heard from far away.

The monk's limbs were crushed into a pulp, and he let out a shrill scream. His eyes rolled back and he fainted.

The monk's robe was stained with blood, making the red even more glaring.

Such a bloody and cruel scene had already frightened the surrounding Buddhist slaves into standing there dumbfounded.

These Ming people are not bad people.

Although his current thought was obviously disrespectful to the Buddha, this was Dunzhu's intuition.

The honest man nodded towards Yuan Mingfei, mumbled "thank you", then struggled to get up, holding Azhu and strode back to the old man.

"Village Chief...Village Chief"

Dunzhu put the unconscious Azhu aside and gently picked up the old man's body that had fallen beside the iron cage.

The weight in his hand was very light, as light as a barley stalk that had not yet formed an ear. His bloodstained face was deathly pale, and he did not respond to Dunzhu's soft call.

Because he opened the cage and let Azhuo go without permission, the angry monk killed him without mercy, leaving a fist-sized hole that almost pierced his chest.

Perhaps it is the surge of memories from the past, or perhaps it is the sadness and confusion of the present.

The man looked at the unrecognizable girl beside him, then looked at the corpse in his arms, knelt on the ground, and fell into a long silence.

"Sijiu, go dismantle his brain and get some useful information back."

Zou Sijiu made a "hmm" sound, and without him making any movement, the monk's body, with only the torso left, floated up from the dirty blood water.

The tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the word "Zou" appeared in the distracted pupils.

What awaits him next is an endless nightmare.

"Who dares to obstruct the reconstruction of Ganquan Temple?"

A grand and hollow voice came from the wind and snow.

Then came the ethereal sound of drums and music, and in the shadows, a ceremonial guard slowly approached.

The monks walking in front to lead the way held long banners and flags, and were followed on both sides by musicians beating gongs and drums.

Behind them came a group of beautiful young maids, carrying exquisite lacquer baskets on their elbows, scattering flowers and lotus petals along the way.

The long spears flashed with cold light, and the guardian monks in full armor lined up in a row, marching in unison.

The winding procession finally came to an end, and surrounded by the crowd was a luxurious vermilion carriage.

On the carriage was a bright yellow Dharma bed with a curtain, and behind the carriage was a large flag flying with four large characters from the foreign land inscribed on it: Dharma King Ganquan.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

The Buddhist slaves of Jinzhu Village, who were frightened by the monk's miserable condition, finally came to their senses. They kowtowed to the ceremonial guard, crushing the gravel on the ground with their knees.

"The sacred stone used to build the temple was abandoned so casually and fell to the ground. You even dared to hurt the supervisory monks I sent."

In the canopy curtain, Dharma King Ganquan was half leaning against the pillow, with his eyes lowered and a lion seal formed in front of his body.

As his words came out, ripples spread out in all directions in the air; the Buddha's kingdom was unfolding.

"It seems that your Jinzhu Village has also been corrupted and fallen by the demons."

Gan Quan raised his heavy eyelids and swept his cold gaze over the shivering crowd below, thinking in his heart how to punish these daring Buddhist slaves.

Or we can just sell everything to the "Sheji" like Daba Village did.
But just as Ganquan was thinking, the next moment, he saw a group of people who did not exist in his Buddhist thoughts.

A group of Ming people with unfamiliar faces!

Just by looking at each other, Gan Quan felt an irresistible feeling of powerlessness and fear in his heart, which instantly overwhelmed his internal organs.

It was as if there was a group of huge monsters in front of me that could not be described in words, and I was just a weak insect crawling at their feet.

Gan Quan opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by his tongue, and he made a gurgling sound like he was talking in a trance.

The collapse of the Buddhist kingdom made him feel as if his mind was torn apart, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead into his wide eyes.

The sour and stinging pain made Gan Quan couldn't help but blink his eyes.

In the brief moment when his vision was bright and dark, an angry and ferocious face almost hit his face!
"Dharma King? A rank six dares to open the Buddha Kingdom to protect me?"

His five fingers were like pliers, clasping Gan Quan's face.

Li Jun lifted the fat and ugly body with one hand, suppressed his anger, gathered his strength, and threw it to the ground.

boom!
With a dull thud, the luxurious carriage instantly broke into pieces, and the aftermath overturned the entire ceremonial team.

The Ganquan Dharma King, who used to have great power like the sea, was now lying in a deep pit. His broken cervical vertebrae caused his fat head to tilt into a terrifying arc, and blood was oozing from all his orifices. He was dying.

This was the result of Li Jun trying his best to restrain his strength. Otherwise, Gan Quan would have died countless times.

“Sijiu, dig out this brain too and see which Buddhas are behind this Dharma King!”

Li Jun shook off the blood on his hands with disgust, turned around and gave instructions to Zou Sijiu.

Brain digging?
Gan Quan was not unfamiliar with this method, and was even very familiar with it.

But he never thought that such a thing would happen to him one day.

"My lord, my lord"

Ganquan was so frightened that he shouted in a Buddhist voice, "I am a disciple of Lingava, the Sangyan Buddha. I don't know if I have offended you in any way. Please forgive me for the sake of Sangyan Buddha."

"Sangyan Temple, Lingava"

Upon hearing this, Li Jun lowered his head and looked at the Dharma King Ganquan in the pit, revealing a smile of ambiguous meaning.

"What a coincidence! Looks like we don't need to dig any more."

"No need to dig, of course not. If you need causal computing power, I have a lot of purified Buddha slaves in my hands."

Before Gan Quan could finish his begging for mercy, he saw a foot stepping heavily on his face, and his two eyeballs were instantly blown out of their sockets under the huge force of squeezing.

"Please forgive me, sir. I am from Sangyan Temple, Sangyan Temple."

Gan Quan howled in despair, still trying to use the name of Sangyan Temple to intimidate Li Jun.

"I know you are a monk from Sangyan Temple. Please help your Buddha Lingava to explore the way to the underworld first. I will send it down to accompany you later."

The cracked skin revealed the metal facial bones, and turbid and foul liquid flowed out of the mouth and nose.

Just when Gan Quan's head was about to be crushed by Li Jun, a sudden exclamation interrupted Li Jun's action.

"do not want!"

The voice was weak and slight, with a timid and pleading tone.

Li Jun turned his head and looked at the pale-faced aboriginal woman with a frown on his face.

At the same time, Dunzhu, who was not far away, also looked over blankly, with a look of disbelief in his empty eyes.

Because Li Jun, who spoke up to stop it at this moment, was not someone else.

It turned out to be the mother of the child who had just been protected by the village elder Jianjiu of Jinzhu Village.

why?
As soon as this thought arose, Dunzhu, who was also a Buddhist slave, immediately had the answer.

I also know why this woman came forward.

His throat rolled and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he wanted to speak, but he stopped himself many times. In the end, he said nothing and just tightened the skinny corpse in his arms.

It's all for atonement, what can I scold her for?
"Master Mingming, please do not do anything that blasphemous to the King of Dharma again. Jinzhu Village is willing to bear your wrath."

The woman clasped her hands together above her head and knelt down to beg Li Jun.

Behind her, the boy who had just woken up was in tears, but he bit his lips tightly and imitated his mother, making the same movements.

"Jinzhu Village is willing to atone for its sins."

More and more Buddhist slaves from Jinzhu Village knelt and walked through the scattered ceremonial team, with the soles of the feet of the predecessors touching the scalps of the successors, kneeling in a dense crowd in the howling wind and snow.

"Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

This scene was like a drop of cold water on one's head, instantly extinguishing all the murderous intent and anger in Li Jun.

The dirty and tattered felt robes could not keep out the biting cold wind, and bright red blood flowed from the broken foreheads. There was no expression on their faces, only numb piety.

Li Jun couldn't understand it and couldn't figure it out.

He did not think that the monk under his feet was a saint who could save all living beings. Although he had just entered the foreign land, he could tell from the other party's words and deeds that he was an evil monk who squeezed the blood out of ordinary people.

But why would these people be willing to exchange their lives for Ganquan's chance of survival?
There is clearly no maneuvering of the vertical and horizontal order, no entering into dreams of the yin and yang order, and even less the seal of the Confucian order.

This is not a dream controlled by someone, but the real world.

But why did he become the evil demon who killed the Buddha? And the evil monk under his feet became the Buddha who saved him?

"This is Fandi. They are all Buddhist slaves of Ganquan Temple. If Ganquan dies, they will be abandoned by the entire Fandi for the crime of killing the Buddha. Their bodies will have no soil to bury, and their souls will have no way to return home."

Yuan Mingfei's voice appeared in Li Jun's ears.

"After a hundred years of Buddhist chaos, there were only two kinds of people left in the entire Fan land. One was the monks who traveled around the Buddhist kingdom, and the other was the Buddhist slaves who knelt down to atone for their sins. Generation after generation, they had to atone for the faith and choices of their ancestors. The shackles rooted in their blood imprisoned them, not only their bodies, but also their souls."

"In the eyes of the Fandi Buddhists, the suffering of Buddhist slaves is destined and they cannot resist. If they resist, they will be punished with extremely cruel punishments."

Yuan Mingfei's expression was filled with indescribable helplessness and heartache: "It has always been like this in the foreign land."

"Is it always like this?"

Li Jun's sword-like eyebrows were raised, and the strength in his body created a huge wave, and a terrifying echo like a wave sounded in the air.

"Everyone stand up!"

The crowd kneeling and kowtowing slowly raised their heads at Li Jun's scolding. They looked at Li Jun silently, their eyes full of pleading, and some even had resentment in their eyes.

boom! boom! boom!
All heads that showed hatred in their eyes were pierced by the flying swords.

Chen Qisheng stood on the outskirts of the crowd, his hands on his shoulders, a cold look between his brows.

He didn't know how to respond to the plea.

But if he wanted to die, he was quite happy to do so.

In the dead silence of the Gobi Desert, the only sound was the crackling sound of Ganquan's head collapsing and deforming.

The woman who had stepped forward first mustered up her courage and knelt a few steps forward, stretched out her hands at Li Jun's feet, palms facing up, and knelt down again, with her forehead and chest pressed tightly against the ground.

It was exactly the same action as the one used by the girl Azhuo in the iron cage to worship her master.

This movement was like a sharp knife flash. Li Jun frowned, neither dodging nor evading, but resisted with his body.

"Respected Master Ming, the Dharma King Ganquan is the incarnation of the Buddha walking on earth. He is a Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering and disasters. You must not blaspheme. Please leave."

The woman drew a bloody semicircle with her hands on the ground and put them together in front of her.

"Merciful Ganquan Dharma King, I am willing to sacrifice my life in place of Jianjiu Abba to wash away the sins he has committed."

"Rescue the distressed?"

Li Jun sneered, reached out and grabbed Ganquan, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and lifted him up.

"Tell them, whose suffering and difficulties can you save?"

"Please forgive me, sir."

Under the pressure from the Fire Lord, Gan Quan's consciousness had already fallen into chaos due to the shock of genes. His body was twitching and trembling, and he could only beg for mercy by instinct.

"Is this the Dharma King you mentioned?"

The woman buried her head and recited scriptures that Li Jun could not understand.

"They are so obsessed with the idea that they can exchange suffering in this life for happiness in the next. So in their eyes, Ganquan is the Buddha and you and I are the devil."

Yuan Mingfei's tone was full of desolation and sadness.

"It's useless. You can kill one, but you can't kill them all."

"Then kill as many as there are! Kill them all, leaving no one alive!"

Li Jun spread out his palms and grabbed the long knife thrown by Lord Ma, with murderous intent surging throughout his body.

"Kill them until they have no Buddha to worship, and then no one will kneel down and kowtow to them!"

At this moment, a standing figure suddenly appeared among the kneeling Buddhist slaves.

"Master Ming, please give me a chance."

Dunzhu pointed at Ganquan and said word by word: "Let me kill him with my own hands."

"Donzhu, how dare you offend the Dharma King? Kneel down now!"

"Dunzhu, what are you doing?!"

The group of Buddhist slaves suddenly burst into angry curses. Several men who were kneeling on the ground actually stood up, rushed towards Dunzhu, grabbed his shoulders and tried to pin him to the ground.

But how could they possibly stop Dunzhu who was carrying the "Buddha's blessing"? They were easily thrown away by him.

Li Jun looked at the man walking towards him, and finally a smile appeared on his face. He raised his hand and threw the knife and the man in front of Dunzhu.

Dunzhu picked up the knife on the ground, looked at Ganquan who was still trembling and begging for mercy, and without any hesitation, he slashed it with the knife!

Pfft!

A head rolled forward, bringing with it not only blood, but also desperate cries.

The young man turned around with a knife in his hand, his bare torso was covered in blood, his expression was calm, but his bright eyes made people dare not look directly at him.

His eyes swept across the familiar faces with tears in their eyes, Dunzhu raised the knife again, but turned the blade around and cut his own forehead!
He cut off his own wisdom and the so-called Buddha's blessing.

With his face covered in blood, Dunzhu looked like a rebellious evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"Grandpa Jianjiu is innocent, he doesn't need anyone's forgiveness!"

With a roar, the long sword in Dunzhu's hand fell to the ground with a clang, and his figure fell backwards.

The sun sinking into the distant mountains took away the light that illuminated the plateau, and the howling wind and snow blew across pairs of dark and confused eyes.

Without anyone noticing, the girl had woken up at some point.

She crouched beside the old man's body, wanting to reach out and touch the face full of wrinkles from time, but she didn't realize that what she was raising was a ferocious claw.

The sharp fingertips scratched the skin on the old man's face with a slight touch.

The pale wound had no more blood to bleed from.

The girl withdrew her hands in horror, as if she had done something wrong, and let out a hissing sound.

"grandfather."

The call can only echo in the heart but cannot reach the ears of the deceased.

Pfft!

The sharp claws cut open the scaly throat, spraying out light green and smelly blood.

The girl Azhu curled up and lay quietly beside the old man.

Just like when she was a child.

(End of this chapter)