Chapter 1080 - Eradicating Buddhism (Part 3) (1/2)

Chapter 1080: Eradicating Buddhism (Part 3)

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Jun Mo was dressed in a monk's robes, with very short hair and sleeves flowing lightly in the wind. He looked like a young monk. He stood on the mountain path, facing the peak in the light of the Buddha, as if he was actually in front of the Buddha.

He was silent and did not raise his iron sword to fight again. He was not afraid of any enemy, even the Buddha.

The chessboard has been controlled by Haotian for many years. Even when the Buddha resurrected and returned to the world through the mountains, it would be far weaker than the Buddha's peak. At least in the past, he would have the opportunity to interrupt that process.

Maybe the Buddha was really waiting for Taoism and the Academy to hurt each other before coming back. But he did not care. He did not care anymore, so he did not do anything. His hands clasped behind his back, and the iron sword behind him. He was very tired.

His eyebrows were straight, like swords that can fight, like a ruler which can measure. He did not want to fight because he was still lonely throughout the world. On the peak, everyone kneeled. Those who had fought with him for many years kneeled at the moment when the Buddha appeared. He stood alone, truly lonely.

He also did not want to measure, because it was really difficult to measure the human heart clearly.

There was a shallow frost between his eyebrows. It was chilly, and it came from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing the Buddha sing, he stood still with his head bowed.

All the slaves bowed their heads, kowtowed in fear, dared not to look directly at the Buddha's light, and dared not look at the true face of the Buddha. Naturally, they could not see his somewhat desolate figure.

They were like group of ants, bathing in the Buddha's light, afraid to move a single muscle.

But.

However.

In tens million years, there would always be some unique ants in the colony which, for some mysterious reason, decide to temporarily look away from the rotten leaves on the ground to the blue sky. Then their world was changed. Do they fear because they can see?

No. One can only be free from fear if they can see.

A young slave's trembling hands were supporting his body and could hardly restrain his intense curiosity and concern. He raised his head in fear and uneasiness and looked ahead of the mountain path.

He saw the light of the Buddha, the lonely Jun Mo in the light, and the Buddha's face.

Ah, so the Buddha looks like that. It turned out that Buddha looks like that.

Looking at Jun Mo in Light of Buddha, he suddenly felt ashamed and humiliated. A courage from somewhere he couldn't tell entered his body. He touched the handle of the sword with trembling hands and grasped it again, then stood up shaking. He stood up.

He looked around at his companions, and wanted to say something, he wanted to call them to stand up bravely as he did. But he found that no one was looking at him, in the majestic and solemn voice of the Buddha, his voice was too small.

He felt a little lonely, and so he understood Jun Mo's loneliness and pride. He wanted to say something to Jun Mo, but he did not know what to say. He looked at the Light of Buddha, the Buddha, and the disciples of the Buddha. He wanted to argue with them, but he found that he could not understand the Buddhist sutras they were singing.

His frustration grew, scratching his head, feeling a little anxious. The more anxious he was, the more annoyed he was by the Buddha's singing till he was frustrated. His chest kept thumping and his breathing became rapid. Eventually, all the emotions came together and became two words, coming out from his lips. He looked at the Buddha in the light and shouted, “Shut up!”

In this instant, the Buddhist sutras seemed to have stopped for a moment. Many people heard these two words.

Jun Mo lowered his head, the tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes has somehow faded, and the corners of his lips was slightly pulled up.

Qi Nian remembered his conversation with Ye Su in the wilderness many years ago.

“In the first lecture, I had seen countless flying ants soaking in the sun.”

“Flying ants will eventually fall, they will never touch the sky.”

“Ants can fly and fall, but they are better at climbing, building a foundation for their companions. They are not afraid of sacrificing themselves, and stacking up themselves one by one. So long as there are enough ants, they will surely be able to pile up into a heap of ants that can touch the sky.”

Qi Nian was frightened, and his whole body was cold.

Ye Su finally began to believe in ants and began to take them to the sky. He had forgotten what he had said and believed in the past. He looked at the slave standing in the Light of Buddha and was suddenly despaired.

This was only the first ant, and there will be more ants standing up. Yes, the slaves kneeling in the Buddha's light of looked at each other. Although their eyes were lost, more people stood up, some shouted “Shut up,” but more of them were silent. But they stood up. More and more slaves rose slowly in the Light of Buddha, like the black tide. The louder and louder cries echoed between Heaven and Earth.

Shut up!

Shut up!

Jun Mo lowered his head and listened. The corner of his lips climbed higher and higher, and finally turned into a smile.

It was a smile at first, then it turned into a big smile, and finally it was a laugh. He laughed in a rapturous joy!