The tin stick passed by, bringing up a golden turbulence, just like the starlight passing across the vast sky.
However, the Broken Jade Sword still did not lift up, and the tin staff did not penetrate Ye Chao's chest and abdomen.
Suddenly, Ye Chao seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at the door of the Washan Hall that had been blown open by the previous wind and snow.
At this time, the tin staff had already entered the main hall.
Many people are still immersed in the horror of the previous collapse of heaven and earth, and many people are rethinking how to solve the problem of the daughter of Pluto, so no one would have thought that before the repair of heaven and earth was completed, a handle
The Zen staff will break through the palace door.
Perhaps even if some people have thought of it, they would not have thought that the speed of the Zen staff could be so fast.
Seeing the appearance of the Zen stick, Qi Nian's heart, which had been uneasy since the destruction of the Washan formation, finally relaxed, because the Zen stick followed the Buddha and the lecturer for his whole life, and now in Washan, no one can stop it.
Mr. Twelve, who was seriously injured, couldn't do it, and Mr. Two, who was taking that step, couldn't do it either.
Jun Mo's hand was on the thick hilt of the sword. The broad sword, which looked like a door panel, was instantly unsheathed. However, when he stepped out, the tin staff had already pierced Sangsang's cotton-padded clothes. Just like Qin Nian.
He believed that he had no ability to stop the tin staff that was faster than lightning.
Ning Que's expression was full of disbelief. He couldn't understand that there could be someone in this world who was faster than Yuan Shisan's arrow and his twelfth brother's sword.
In an instant, he saw the tin stick piercing Sangsang's cotton-padded clothes, and the flying catkins spurted out. Despair once again filled his heart. He understood that this time Sangsang was really going to die, but he couldn't even stop Sangsang from dying.
No chance.
A Buddha's chant rang out in the main hall, and the Buddha's light contained in the tin staff suddenly became brighter, just like a candle that released a more dazzling flame at the last moment than before.
The golden light seemed to be engraved into the hall, and the soft light seemed extremely dazzling at this moment.
But in this golden field, Master Qishan, who had been sitting on the futon, opened his eyes. No one noticed that the silent chessboard bloomed with rich Buddhist light at this moment.
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Outside the palace.
"The world only knows that Buddha left two great treasures in the world. One is the Bon bell that has been cultivated for thousands of years in the Bon flower field, and the second is the chessboard in Qishan's hand that contains the creation of time.
But in fact, there is one thing left behind by the Buddha, which is the tin staff that accompanied him throughout the world. Although its material is ordinary and cannot be called a treasure, in the following thousand years, it has been maintained in the lecture hall and absorbed thousands of people.
Although the Buddha's will is not a supreme treasure, at a certain moment, it will be more mysterious than a supreme treasure."
The leader of the lecture looked at Ye Chao who had murderous intent on his face and said slowly.
Ye Chao said: "So you couldn't move before, but it moved, and at that moment it transcended the passage of time."
Speaking of this, Ye Chao paused, and then said: "That was your last chance to kill me, but you chose to kill Sangsang."
The first lecturer said: "Your demonic body is indestructible, so that stick cannot kill you. After weighing the pros and cons, killing the daughter of Pluto is the most cost-effective option."
Ye Chao was silent, turned to look at the main hall where the Buddha's light was gradually fading, and showed a happy but mocking smile.
"Then look again, have you killed the daughter of Hades?"
The face of the leader of the lecturer, who had remained calm since the fight with Ye Chao until one of his arms was cut off, froze. It seemed that he had never been angry before, and at this moment he showed an angry look.
The next moment, both of them fell to the ground at the same time.
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In the palace, the black gold tin staff penetrated directly under the blue bricks, but there was no master and servant there that should have been pierced, and there was not even a drop of blood.
Qi Nian looked at Qishan on the futon, and Jun Mo also looked at Qishan on the futon.
At this time, Qishan's face was almost withered, and the Buddha chessboard in his hand was missing. He was smiling, but the smile contained too many emotions, so it didn't seem like a smile.
A pale-faced old monk of Lanke Temple walked out from among the silent monks. He was thinking about the two junior brothers and Buddhist disciples of Lanke Temple who died at the gate, and thought about the Academy Twelve who were killed with one sword in this hall.
The dead are thinking about the barren tile mountains that can be seen through the wooden windows.
Suddenly, his expression became ferocious, he pointed at Master Qishan and cursed angrily: "Why are so many of us trying to offend the academy with so many deaths? Why are you doing this? Do you want this world to be destroyed?"
Many people didn't understand why the Lanke Temple elder who was presiding over the third chess game in Washan suddenly pointed at Master Qishan and cursed. But it was also because they didn't understand, so they all looked at Master Qishan, waiting for how he would explain.
.
Qishan first glanced at Jun Mo and Qi Nian, then looked at the old monk and said: "I have lived in this world for the longest time, and I love this place deeply. It's just that when I choose, it's your choice and mine."
It’s just not different.”
Qi Nian looked at Qishan and asked, "Uncle Master, have you ever thought that the path you have chosen for the world is different from that of most people, and is most likely wrong?"
The smile on Master Qishan's face showed some lightness, and he said: "I am Qishan, so the path I have chosen in this life is a wrong road in the eyes of the world, but a wrong road does not necessarily mean that I will not reach the Buddhaland in my heart."
After saying that, Qishan looked at Jun Mo aside, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.
Jun Mo knew that he was about to die, so he chose to see the plea and agreed to the master's plea.
I don’t know how long it took, a sad cry came from the venue, a young monk knelt down in front of Master Qishan, his eyes were full of tears, like an ignorant child, shaking desperately
The Master's hand hopes that he will wake up from his deep sleep.
But he knew, and everyone knew, that Master Qishan would never wake up again.
Jun Mo slowly walked up to Master Qishan, took off the ancient crown on his head, bowed deeply, and then said: "What Master did today is a favor to the academy. Jun Mo will remember it, and the academy will also remember it, so don't worry, Master
, Jun Mo will comply with your last request on behalf of the academy."
At the end, Jun Mo took up his high crown and looked at everyone in the field.
"From today on, the second and third generations of disciples of Lanke Temple will always be protected by the academy. In addition, except for the monks of Lanke Temple, no one can enter the Tang Dynasty again, otherwise they will be enemies of the academy."
No one would doubt whether Jun Mo's words could represent the academy, and no one dared not believe it, because he was the second gentleman of the academy, and if the always proud second gentleman spoke so resolutely and seriously, he could definitely represent the academy.
Jun Mo walked out of the palace and entered the palace filled with crystal white snow.