Many years ago, in the autumn rain at Lanke Temple, Ye Su, the Buddha Sect walks in Qi Nian, and the strongest sword in the world, there was no way for them, and they could only watch the Buddha statue collapse.

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Today, outside the Hanging Temple in the Western Wilderness, they were able to beat the Buddha of the first world in the first place in front of a powerful practitioner like a drunkard, and even broke the Vajra of the first place in front of a powerful practitioner.

Because they are very strong, and because they cooperate too perfectly, because they have a natural tacit understanding between them, and that tacit understanding represents absolute trust and self-confidence.

Only academy can cultivate this temperament, and only the Master can teach two disciples such as this. When they join hands, even heaven will feel fear, let alone the enemy.

When Jun Mo didn't know how many iron swords were cut off, the head of the lecture finally opened his eyes, and a very thin stream of blood flowed down from the top of his head, just flowing into his eyes, his eyes were filled with blood.

The head of the house felt very painful, it was really painful, and he found that these two academy disciples were really ready to cut down forever. He didn't want to die yet, and he had not seen the Buddha reappear on earth yet.

So he had to do something, although he knew the consequences of doing that.

The iron sword fell again, and the first seat released his hand holding the chessboard tightly, putting one hand in front of him, holding it a little high, just in front of the iron sword's way.

The head's hand did not hold the iron sword, because the moment he let go, the eldest brother also let go of his hand, held the wooden stick, and then smashed it down at him, hitting it heavily on his tiger's mouth.

This wooden stick is not about robbing food from the tiger's mouth, but about feeding the tiger with its body.

The first seat suddenly felt a suffocation, and from the tiger's mouth to the wrist to the chest, he was trembling and restless, and his Vajra Buddha's bones sounded like a shattering sound, as if they would break in the next moment.

He originally wanted to stretch out one hand because one hand could stop Jun Mo's iron sword, but he didn't expect that the wooden stick came. He couldn't figure out whether the two academy could see through human thoughts?

The eldest brother and Junmo couldn't see through what others were thinking, but they didn't need to talk to know what each other was thinking, so the iron sword did not fall, and the wooden stick came.

Jun Mo's iron sword fell downwards and cut towards the chessboard in his arms.

No matter how chaotic the first Zen mind is, it cannot be stopped under the wooden stick.

There was only a clear sound, like a very small porcelain cup falling to the ground.

A very bright light suddenly appeared in the dark cliff cave, which was the sky light.

A very deep crack spreads from the depths of the field to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, the earth shook, the cliff collapsed, and countless stones and mud collapsed. On the east side of the sinkhole, a gap of more than ten miles long collapsed, which was extremely shocking.

In the gap that collapsed in the sky pit, there were countless ant caves, countless rat caves, countless roots of autumn grass and stolen fruits. There were extremely fine water flows between the stones, gradually wetting the rocks.

The first seat sat among the rocks, his face covered in dust and blood, and looked very bleak.

The chessboard in his arms had been picked up by Jun Mo's iron sword.

The drunkard stood on the edge of the collapsed cliff. Looking at the scene, his face suddenly changed. Jun Mo returned to the realm in front of Qingxia. Li Kuangju's realm improved very quickly, which shocked and vigilant, but he still did not.

Thinking that these two people could actually break the first Vajra Indestructible and snatch the chessboard!

The head of the chief looked at the elder brother and Jun Mo with a sad expression, and was confused and relieved, and his expression changed constantly. His voice was as low as a bell, and he said with sympathy: "It's useless."

What's useless? Even if you get the chessboard, it's useless. You can't open the chessboard and rescue Haotian and Ning Que inside, because this is a magic weapon left by the Buddha. If it's not rotten in Lanke Temple, it will always be

It won't rot, it has transcended the rules of time, and the true Vajra is indestructible.

The eldest brother glanced at the chessboard in Jun Mo's hand, said nothing, reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and the two disappeared and returned to the green tree by the cliff.

The next moment, the autumn wind rose again, and the drunkard took the first seat of the lecture to return to the cliff. The first seat was sitting in front of the white tower, looking at the two people under the tree, and said mercifully: "It's really useless."

Jun Mo ignored him, picked up the iron sword and chopped on the chessboard.

The eldest brother stood in front of the chessboard with a slightly pale face. He obviously had exhausted his mind power, but he stood like this, neither the drunkard nor the head seat wanted to try it.

The sound of iron swords falling on the chessboard kept ringing on the cliff, which was crisp and violent, and had no similarity to the bells in the temple. There were countless golden swords and iron horses in between.

Jun Mo waved his iron sword and kept slashing. He didn't know how many times he cut, nor did he know how long it had passed. The sound echoed everywhere between the cliffs, as if the army was swearing to death to attack the city.

The Buddha City is hard to break.

Jun Mo continued to chop, until his fingers were grinding out blood, his face remained unchanged, and his movements were so meticulous every time he swung the sword, ensuring that he could exert his maximum power.

The headman looked at the scene silently and did nothing, so the drunkard did nothing, just watched quietly, and the more he looked, the more he felt more complicated.

It should have been clear that there is no hope, but he continues to do it so unswervingly, even causing the bystanders to have an illusion that the iron sword can cut out hope in despair - what kind of nature is this? How can Master?

Can he teach such a disciple? Where did he find such a disciple?

Jun Mo suddenly stopped, not because he was tired - although he was really tired - but because one side of the iron sword had been deformed, and the sword blade that had originally had no edge had turned into a plane.

The iron sword is indestructible. Before Qingxia, I don’t know how many swords were cut. Even Liu Bai’s sword was cut off by the iron sword, but today it was transformed before the chessboard.

He looked at the head of the preaching and asked, "If it is really useless, why would you watch this chessboard on the stadium for a whole year? No matter how wind and rain are, you dare not leave a step."

The headman said: "Look at it for a year because I want to watch it."

The first and last words of this sentence can be different in pronunciation and meaning. The first and last words are the guardian, and the second words are the ones who look at them, or go and read them.

The eldest brother asked, "What are you looking at?"

The two silver eyebrows in the first seat fluttered gently in the autumn wind and said, "Look at the Buddha and see all living beings."

Jun Mo didn't understand, so he shook his head, changed the iron sword in his hand to the side, and continued to chop towards the chessboard.

The first person's expression changed slightly, and the drunkard's expression became more and more serious. They did not expect that Jun Mo stopped, not because he gave up, but because he wanted to change the iron sword in his hand - then, even if the iron sword was really cut and destroyed,

He will change something, so continue to chop it?

The eldest brother suddenly said, "The Buddha's chessboard cannot be cut open, and Haotian cannot kill him."

The drunkard looked at him and wanted to stop him from continuing to speak down, but after thinking about it, he did not move.

The eldest brother continued, "Even if the Buddha destroyed her existence in the chessboard, he could only turn her back into a pure rule and naturally return to the kingdom of God. What's the point of doing this?"

The first throne said: "The Buddha knew five thousand years before and five thousand years later. He could have everything he had before his death and all the future after his death. He could naturally calculate what he was today."

The eldest brother said calmly: "The teacher has been thinking for thousands of years and finally came up with a way to leave her in the world. Can the Buddha be considered the teacher's method? Can the Buddha be considered the junior brother's ability? Or can the Buddha be considered the Haotian and divided into my academy.

Two existences? No, Buddha can’t count anything.”

His tone was very ordinary, his expression was very calm, but he had a glorious confidence. Even Haotian did not calculate what the academy did, let alone the Buddha.

The first seat understood, so he was silent for a long time. The drunkard heard the viewer say in the stone house in the Xiling Temple, so he had already understood that he came here to help the Buddhist sect.

The Buddha set up a life and death game for Haotian, but how could he calculate that Haotian has become two today. In the words of the eldest brother, what is the meaning of this game?

“No sense.”

In a very short time, the first seat became much older because he clarified the intention of the Taoist sect and admitted that the academy was right, and that the Buddha's situation had no meaning.

If there is only one Haotian, then the Buddha's chessboard only needs to kill the woman named Sangsang, and then suppress her forever, and not communicate with the world, and naturally he will not be able to return to the Kingdom of God and resurrect.

However, Haotian has two now. Even if the Buddha can kill Sangsang, how can the rules that she dispersed after death not be connected to the world? Haotian is still there, and the rules and rules are naturally connected, and no force can stop them.

Later, Sangsang will inevitably return to the Kingdom of God, and this is exactly the ending that the observer wants.

“No sense.”

The first director looked at Jun Mo who was still cutting the chessboard and repeated the four words again.

"What you do is meaningless. This is the Buddha's chessboard. As long as the Buddha does not allow them to return, they will never be able to return. As for whether Haotian in the chessboard is life or death, will he return to the Kingdom of God after death?

That depends on the Buddha's fate or the will of heaven. Before this, we mortals are meaningless."

The bells between the peaks continued, and many monks came to the cliffs but did not dare to come forward. After listening to this, they all bowed together. Qi Nian and the third elders of the Precepts Academy also came here.

This battle between the academy and the Hanging Temple seems to be the academy having the upper hand, but as long as the academy cannot open the chessboard, it is destined to be a loser.

Jun Mo finally stopped and suddenly said, "You can't open it, then go in."

The eldest brother smiled and said, "This is very reasonable."

The headman said: "You can enter just by wanting to enter."

The eldest brother said, "Have you never thought about why we have already obtained the chessboard, but have come to the cliff square?"

The first seat had a slightly fluttering eyebrows, as if it was noticed.

The eldest brother looked at the green tree, reached out to caress the leaves, and said, "Is this the pear tree?"

The first seat was silent, and the expressions of the monks who were seven thoughts behind the Qing Teng changed slightly.

The eldest brother said, "I heard that this pear tree blooms for five hundred years, bears fruit in five days, and falls to the ground for five hours, and turns into catkins when touching the ground, drifting with the flow and never sees it again. It's really magical."

The drunkard said, "This tree bloomed and had fruit a year ago."

The eldest brother sat down against the green tree and said, "Since that's the case, I'll wait for another 499 years. When the flowers bloom and bear fruit, I will go to the chessboard to look for it."

Junmo lifted the chessboard and sat under the tree.

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