947 Man Must be Resolute and Broad-Minded (1/2)

The sutra was so short that it contained only one sentence. The slaves were chanting it in a unique way. They read every word with a full stop. They exclaimed the first word and paused. When people assumed there were no further words they exclaimed again.

It was similar to how thunder rumbled in the sky.

Hundreds of soldier monks were chanting, ”The Buddha is compassionate” while their robes were fluttering in the wind. They sounded firm in their beliefs of Buddhism but showed no compassion. They were enraged like vajras and overwhelmingly powerful.

Thousands of slaves were chanting as one and almost countered the calling for Buddha. It generated endless courage while they swayed their crude weapons towards the soldier monks.

With calling for Buddha, the soldier monks appeared like living Buddhas descending into the human world.

The word by word chanting thundered and the ordinary human beings proceeded like ghosts coming out of the hell.

Blood flooded the wilderness and the battle became even fiercer. Colors drained from the faces of the nobles standing aside, for they would have never imagined those lowly slaves could fight so fiercely against the living Buddhas coming from the divine hill.

The Elders from the Commandment Hall could not understand how these sinful slaves had become so courageous and could stand against the power of hundreds of soldier monks who kept calling for Buddha. They appeared like numerous ferocious ghosts and Shuras from an ocean of blood.

Qi Nian looked even more serious. He tried so hard to listen to their chanting and finally figured out it was merely a few words rather than a sutra.

”Man! Must! Be! Resolute! And! Broad-minded!”

It was a very simple sentence with only six words, while the meaning was profound. It would take hundreds of years for someone to comprehend it thoroughly, which was so powerful that even the calling for Buddha was overpowered.

The nobles could not understand, neither did the Elders from Commandment Hall or Qi Nian. But Qi Nian recalled that the former Qi Mei used to mention that years ago, Mr. First from the Academy achieved enlightenment during the battle in front of the White Tower Temple, and overpowered the Chief Monk of Scripture's Buddha's teaching with some very simple words.

Mr. First said, ”The Headmaster would never talk about the extraordinary, the miraculous, the disordered, or spiritual.”

Qi Nian instinctively recalled this and wondered if what the rebels said were also some words of the Headmaster. Even if they were, how could that man have reached such a high level of cultivation?

Yet he was wrong. The words that resounded in the fields that brought the slaves courage and firm beliefs were not said by the Headmaster, but rather by that person himself. It was not said by the Headmaster but rather his own self-discipline and his expectation for human beings. It carried his lifelong spirit and vision. When thousands of people said it together, it became thunder.

Man must be resolute and broad-minded.

Although the men fighting in the battlefield had been slaves for generations and were not cultivated men at all, upon saying those words, they became noble.

Therefore they had morale.

The slaves fought like thunder against the beaten cavalrymen and the monks who used to be like living Buddhas to them.

In the scriptures, the Buddha used to describe the thunder in the sky as the scrubbing or clashing of clouds and sky. But today the thunder came from blades going against blades.

Dust floated above the Wilderness. All of a sudden, an iron sword showed up.

The iron sword was so straight that no other worldly existence could be straighter than it.

It was so thick that it seemed like a chunk of hard iron rather than a sword.

The iron sword whistled through the air.

A soldier monk held up his cudgel against it. Upon a thundering sound, the iron cudgel was smashed and the soldier monk was thrown to the ground. He vomited blood and died in no time, with cracking sounds coming from every part of his body.

Ten iron cudgels flew up to press against the iron sword.

The sword lifted its tip proudly. In a single stab and thunder, the ten cudgels were slumped and scattered in the field, and disappeared in the wild grass.