Where has the Buddha gone?

The group looked at the darkness that was about to devour the monks like a tide, and looked shocked.

The monks gathered together and released talismans and utensils to resist the corruption of darkness.

The line mixed in the crowd asked in his heart again: "Where is the Buddha?"

"The Buddha escaped." A monk shouted in tears.

"The Buddha left us." Someone shouted again.

"The Buddha escaped."

One monk after another shouted, and countless voices gathered into one: "The Buddha escaped, and the Buddha left us."

Despair spread among the monks.

A lineman said with a grim face: "How could you fake believers, how could Buddha leave us?"

He mixed his true energy into his voice, so the sound came into the ears of all monks.

The crowd was silent, and a monk retorted: "Then where did you say the Buddha go?"

"We are fighting for the Buddha, but the Buddha abandoned us." Another monk said.

"Shut up, Buddha will not abandon us." Yi Shi said angrily.

"Where did you say Buddha went?"

"The Buddha has left, haven't you seen it?"

"Why don't you believe what you saw with your own eyes?"

"Do you still want to lie to yourself?"

“…”

Various noises came into his ears, and he looked painful.

Yes, where did the Buddha go?

He asked himself in a low voice.

They were fighting to the death, and the Buddha had no reason to leave at this time.

This is the Buddha they believe in.

"The Buddha is just leaving for the time being, and he will come back." Yixing shook his head and shouted.

But no monk paid attention to him anymore.

Because the tide of dark monsters surged up again, the monks died one by one.

Yixing looked at all this in a daze, wondering why Buddha left?

Are they not pious enough? But they are fighting for the Buddha, so why are there any statements that are not pious enough?

All the fight seemed to have slowed down, even still, and the cruel and bloody scenes were reflected in his eyes.

He could no longer help but think, what if... what if... Buddha really escaped?

Such thoughts made him feel terrified. How could he think like this?

But this was what he saw with his own eyes.

The Buddha really left like this, allowing them to be killed by the dark monsters here.

Just as the monks said, the Buddha might have really left.

No matter what the reason is, Buddha's departure is an undisputed fact.

The more monks died, the more he was left, and dark monsters rushed in.

Yixing was stunned for a moment, and suddenly he closed his hands and shouted in a deep voice: "Even if the true Buddha has left, the Buddha is still there in my heart."

...

...

Hou Shisanjian raised a bamboo sword woven by bamboo, and he stabbed it straight out. After counting the swords, the bamboo sword pierced out and became crooked, just like a three-year-old child practicing sword for the first time.

Hou Shisanjian was sweating profusely and put down his sword.

The master told him that it was almost impossible for him to recover from his original state with medicine.

In other words, he may never be able to practice swords anymore.

After he put down the bamboo sword, his face showed fear. This was his first time practicing swordsmanship today.

Even the light bamboo sword was so heavy that he couldn't hold on to it.

This is no longer a problem with the sword, but his tendons are picked and his meridians are destroyed. So what if there is a sword lighter?

He was hard to kill even a chicken!

For a swordsman, the most painful thing is that he can no longer use the sword.

He was no exception, he was trembling all over.

"What am I doing wrong?"

"Is it wrong for me to go through my own kendo?"

"Evil Sword..." Hou Shisanjian recited these two words, and he looked confused: "Am I really wrong?"

He quickly burst out laughing: "I practice my sword, so what about the evil sword? I wait for Thirteen Swords to act openly, what's the only mistake?"

"Can I destroy my limbs and my meridians destroy my sword?"

Hou Shisanjian held the hilt of the sword with his mouth, and his eyes showed firmness: "Even if the limbs are broken, I still have the mouth to practice swords. At worst, I can create a sword technique that uses the mouth!"

...

...

"Will I lose to you for the rest of my life?" Sitting cross-legged, wrinkled, looking deep in his head, looking up at the magnificent white jade statue, and asked in a low voice.

"If this is really a tragedy, then do I regret the ambition I made?"

These problems kept bothering him and eroding his heart.

After a long time, Wu took a deep breath and he stood up.

"Maybe I can't win even you once, maybe my ambitions can't be realized, and I can never be a real man again."

“But so what?”

"This is the path I chose. I can lose for the rest of my life, but I can't even have the courage to draw a sword at you."

"If I don't even have the courage to draw a sword, then I will look down on myself like this."

The long sword on his waist was wrinkled and unsheathed, stabbing towards the huge white jade man.

Like a mantis arm that is in a car, like a moth that is rushing to the fire!

...

...

Du Ni climbed up from the bed, shook his head, and he forgot what had happened.

He remembered that five kids about his age surrounded him, but what afterwards?

The parents walked towards him with a smile on their faces.

He was about to ask, but a scholar came out of his parents behind him.

The scholar smiled at him, his smile warm.

The scholar then took him away and took him to the academy to learn arts.

He never returned to that village. It was not because he forgot his roots, but because even his parents didn't want to see him go back.

After he left, his parents gave birth to another younger brother.

From then on, he regarded the academy as his home and forgot everything.

But whenever he is free, he will wonder what happened that day?

This thought always flashes away.

Later one day he finally remembered that he killed the five children about the same age as him.

He felt very painful in his heart.

He killed five children, even because of the outbreak of his talent.

But killing means killing.

The five children approached him with malicious intentions, but they might not have wanted him to die, and he killed them.

Five living lives passed by him.

"Do I still dare to call myself a gentleman?" he thought in a daze.
To be continued...