Nightfall

A firework illuminates the dimly lit underground field.

A cloud of dust cuts the surface of the wilderness and extends rapidly towards the giant peak in front.

The front of the dust is Junmo. He took advantage of heaven and earth to fly by the wind, and the iron column broke the wind in front of him. It was like a real column, moving at an unimaginable speed.

That firework is a warning sign. The sound of the alarm bells in Jufeng, countless monks ran out of the temple and came to the mountain road, preparing to lay down an incomparable array of Dharma, and suppress the enemy who invaded.

Turned into a column of Junmo, the speed was too fast, and even faintly faster than the light that fireworks shot between the giant peaks. Before the large array of Buddhas formed, he had reached the foot of the mountain.

The autumn mountain was quiet, and the green bamboos on both sides of the mountain road suddenly shook up. As soon as the monks saw flowers, they saw Jun Mo coming to the field and saw the iron train in his hand.

The monks of Xuankong Temple shot, Jun Mo came out naturally, he came too fast, the Buddha formation on the mountain road between the peaks was not completed, so he forced it through unreasonably!

It was not until this time that the autumn wind suddenly rose, screaming back and forth between the bamboo forest and the mountain road, dozens of blood stains appeared on the blue bamboo joints, which looked like red tears.

Whether the blood stained with the green bamboo was a monk's or a monk's blood, in short, he had entered the depths of Jufeng and was rushing on his own path, his way of a gentleman.

The way of the gentleman held by Junmo will inevitably reason with the enemy first. If you do n’t listen, then run over. In the wilderness under the mountain, he has already explained a lot of reasons with Xuankong Temple. Since Xuankong Temple does n’t listen, he naturally If we don't talk about it in a pedantic way, just crush it.

The elders of Qinian and the Discipline Academy, this fashion hurried back in the wilderness. The strong men in the temples of the peak did not have time to react. Junmo rolled up all the way.

He held the iron train and directly killed Yaping, covered in blood.

The edges of the Tiankeng are all Lu cliff cliffs. The cliffs cut very deep openings in the wilderness, then stretched, and finally met in the distance. It looked extremely shocking.

The autumn breeze in the wasteland has not risen. The lonely linden tree not far away, the green leaves are still clumped and immobile, but there is a cloud of dust in the direction of the cliff.

The so-called soot is actually just in the space along the cliff wall, there are countless dust and gravel moving at an unimaginable high speed, it looks like countless extremely thin silk threads.

How long is the cliff wall, how long is this smoke, thousands of miles away, no beginning, no end in sight, surrounded the world under the cliff, like a miracle, I do not know why it appears.

Thousands of figures can be seen faintly in the smoke. In fact, they are not able to see, but because those figures move too fast and even exceed the ability of the naked eye to see, those figures can instantly be in countless positions. Overlapping, this illusion will occur.

Thousands of figures are actually just two people.

Two people who keep chasing.

Suddenly, melodious bells came from the distant giant peaks.

Thousands of miles of dust at the edge of the cliff suddenly stood still, and then slowly fell to the wilderness.

Dust and two people appeared.

The scholar in a cotton-padded jacket with a belt around his waist and an inconspicuous wooden stick in it has a gentle look and is dusty but extremely clean.

The middle-aged scribe who is opposite, with a hip flask tied around his waist, is a drunkard.

Hundreds of white thin threads oozed out of the jacket of the master's body, dragged hundreds of feet away, and fluttered gently in the autumn wind. It was very elegant, but it was inevitable that it seemed a little weird.

Chase without distance, the speed is too fast.

Brother 's quilted jacket is not ordinary and did not break during such high-speed movement, but the cotton in the quilted jacket layer was squeezed out of the fine holes of the cotton cloth and became the thinnest cotton thread.

Hundreds of cotton threads are scattered behind him, this picture is indeed a little indescribable, especially as the wind gradual changes, some cotton threads fall on his face, it looks even more funny, or cute.

The drunkard took off the jug and couldn't drink it. After such a long chase, he was still relaxed, but the hand holding the jug shivered slightly.

Brother watched him drinking and did not speak.

When the alcoholic taste gradually grew, the alcohol addiction was slightly relieved. The drunkard put down the jug and looked at him with complex emotions and said: "Li slowly, you become faster, but you are not as fast as me."

Brother smiled gently and said, "Senior did not catch me."

The drunkard was silent for a moment, then asked: "Why?"

There are many reasons in the world, at least more than one hundred thousand. What he wants to ask at this time is naturally why the academy should fight against the Buddhism, knowing that this stands on the side of Haotian.

"Actually I sometimes ask myself this question."

The brother thought for a while, and then said: "I later realized that the younger brother and Haotian were trapped on the chessboard, and they have such a relationship. Then, if we want the younger brother to come out, we must rescue Haotian. Enemy with Buddhism is not to be friends with Wu Tian, ​​we just want to save people. "

For the academy, saving people is always the most important thing, whether it is saving human beings or saving young teachers, in short, it must be done. As for the pros and cons, it can only be temporarily ignored.

Once you start thinking about the pros and cons, the academy is not an academy.

The drunkard frowned slightly and asked, "What exactly does the academy want to do?"

Brother said with a smile: "The teacher has the teacher's idea, the disciple also has the disciple's plan, what the college wants to do, or in your opinion is nonsense, but it should be interesting."

The drinker said: "Buddha also has his plan. He waited for countless years and finally waited until Haotian was weakened by your academy, until she and the ordinary person who could die became a destiny. For the human beings in your academy's voice, this is probably It is the only and last hope. How can you bear the heart to destroy? "

Brother shook his head and said, "The Academy never thought of representing human beings. We just do what we think is beneficial to human beings, and we do it ourselves first."

The drunkard said, "Then why did you stop Buddhism from killing Haotian?"

Brother said: "First of all, let's cut the reason we talked to our predecessors first. We want to save people. Secondly, the kingdom of God also has Haotian, so Sang Sang can't be killed."

Sangsang is Haotian, Haotian is Sangsang, but Sangsang is in the world, Haotian is in the kingdom of God, if these two existences cannot be erased at the same time, then Haotian will never die.

Brother said again: "In that case, Buddhism killed Sang Sang, not only could not kill Haotian, but instead would let her break up into rules and return to the kingdom of God, Haotian would become stronger."

This paragraph sounds a little difficult to understand, but it is very easy to understand for people like drunkards and brothers, so the college has never really wanted to understand why the drunkards should do this.

The drunkard said nothing.

Brother understood, sighed and said, "This is the idea of ​​watching the Lord?"

The drunkard looked up at the gray sky and said, "Not bad."

Borrowing from the Buddha, or let Sang Sang die or let Sang Sang wake up, no matter what kind of ending, she can get her back to the Haotian Divine Kingdom. This is the idea of ​​the Lord.

"Looking at the Lord ..."

Brother found that it would be inappropriate to describe such words to people like God, saying, "It seems that the chessboard is really likely to kill her."

The drunkard said: "She will definitely die."

This is the judgment of the subject. Although he is now a waste person, both the drunkard and the master know that his judgment must be accurate.

Brother looked quietly at the mountain in the distance, and then reached out to pull out the wooden stick around his waist.

He couldn't fight before. Mou Yi never took weapons. Later, in front of Congling, he was forced to learn to fight, so he broke the water scoop that never left.

In the year of chasing with the viewer, he picked up a wooden stick on the beach of an island in the South China Sea. From that day on, this wooden stick became his weapon.

This wooden stick was left by the Master.

Brother pulled out the stick, which meant that he began to prepare for a fight, or that he began to prepare desperately.

The subject says that Sang Sang will surely die on the chessboard of the Buddha, so Ning Que, who is connected to her life, will naturally die, so as a brother of Ning Que, he will naturally desperately.

Practice is clear, the people in the academy are very good at desperation, and everyone is afraid, not to mention that the famous lunatic of the previous generation, this is also the case for this generation.

Junmo fought to his death. Before the army was in difficulty, the Yellow River turned back. Yulian fought to fate. He dared to go straight to the blue sky and slashed the rainbow. But to say true terror, it was Mr. Academy.

Brother 's temperament is very gentle, and he rarely gets angry, let alone desperately, but the more gentle people like this, once they really fight their lives, it will be frightening.

Is the strongest in the world when viewing the main realm, but even he, facing desperate masters, has no good way. At this time, the drunkards are naturally unwilling to intercept them.

The drunkard turned sideways, not facing the stick.

Brother pointed to Jufeng and said, "Seniors don't worry that I'm leaving like this?"

The drunkard said calmly and confidently: "You are not as fast as me, I can catch up with you."

Brother said: "Senior has chased me for three months ~ www.readwn.com ~ has not caught up."

The drunkard smiled and said, "As long as you don't enter the Hanging Temple, why should I catch up with you?"

Brother also smiled and said, "Don't the seniors find that we have always stood opposite each other? That's because I have been going backwards. If I turn around, can you still catch up with me?"

The drunkard's face changed suddenly.

On the wilderness by the cliff, the autumn wind screamed suddenly, a thunderous sound exploded, and a wave of air blasted away in all directions, forming a huge hole.

Hundreds of white cotton threads drifted slowly in the wind.

Brother disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, his figure appeared on that cliff, under the pear tree.

Almost at the same time, Jun Mo also came to Yaping, covered in blood.

Junmo looked at the brother under the tree and nodded his head.

Brothers and sisters haven't seen for a long time, this time reunion, there is no reminiscence, but at the same time looking at somewhere.

There is a white pagoda on the broken temple in Yaping.

In front of the White Pagoda, sitting an old monk cross-legged.

In front of the old monk, there is a chess board.

(I said three chapters today, but it ’s really impossible to move on, just one chapter. If tomorrow ’s mental state can be better, try to make up for it, sorry.) (Unfinished to be continued [This text is by Xiaoxiao Update Group @ 凡 丶 乐Provide]. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)