947 Man Must be Resolute and Broad-Minded (2/2)
The ten soldier monks were swept to nowhere.
The leader of the soldier monks shouted out and stared with his angry eyes. Looking like a Buddha's lion, he cohered massive Qi of Heaven and Earth into his iron cudgel and pouched toward that iron sword.
Right then, a hand reached out from the smoky dust and got hold of the hilt of the iron sword. It was a hand with slender fingers and wide palm. Its holding onto the iron sword looked indescribably harmonious.
If there could be a description for such a harmony, it would be innateness.
From inside the smoky dust, a man showed up. He held the iron sword and with a random sway, he warded off the leading soldier monk's cudgel that carried a massive amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth.
Upon the crash of the iron sword and the iron cudgel, fire sparked and thunder rumbled. Then there was a second of silence.
The leader of the soldier monks felt a horrifying power coming from the cudgel. It felt furious yet calm and organized.
He knew he could be no match to such an enemy and was doomed to fail. Yet being the most powerful figure from the Commandment Hall of Xuankong Temple, he tried his best to stop the iron sword in order not to disgrace Buddhism. Therefore, he did not give up and held tightly onto his cudgel.
It seemed that the iron sword just slightly touched the monk's cudgel and the person in the dust did nothing else but quietly passed by the leader of the soldier monks.
But after that, some real rumbling sounds came from inside the body of the soldier monk. His fingers were smashed into clastics, which were soon followed by his wrists and arms.
The two arms of the leader that used to hold the iron cudgel vibrated into blood and flesh and then blown away together with the dust by the wind.
The soldier monk fell to the ground with a miserable scream. He turned extremely pale and wanted to knock off the pain from his head. Yet that was no longer possible for him.
The dust gradually settled down and that person appeared clearly in front of everyone.
His hair was very short and looked like the sharp sword forest somewhere inside the Academy. He stood under the high and ruthless sky with one arm missing. But there was no crinkle on the empty sleeve.
He was wearing a khaki monk robe. It had not been washed for a year and was stained with dust and blood. Despite the dirty robe, he looked as if he was attending a classic sacrificial ceremony in his best finery.
He still looked calm and proud. Blood covered his face and robe and continued to drip from the iron sword he held in his left hand. He was soaked in blood.
By his appearance, he was nothing more than an ordinary monk. Yet being covered all over in blood after fighting his way out of a battlefield, he looked like a blood Buddha statue coming from the hell.
It was deadly quiet in the Wilderness.
Qi Nian and the Elders from the Commandment Hall stared at this most horrifying and proud Mr. Second of the Back Hill of the Academy. Thinking of the people he had slaughtered in the underground world throughout the year, they sighed and said, ”The Buddha is compassionate!”
He said, ”The Buddha is regrettable.”
Qi Nian pressed his palms together and said, ”Years ago in front of the Verdant Canyon you defeated thousands of enemies. However it is no longer in the Verdant Canyon, but the Buddha land, and you do not have your back up from the Academy. Even if you could fight until the end of the world, you will never win.”
He replied, ”An educated man is a gentleman. A gentleman must be resolute and broad-minded, for he has taken up a heavy responsibility and a long course. Isn't it a heavy responsibility to practice benevolence? Isn't it a long course that could only end in his death?
Qi Nian questioned, ”You are not enlightened. How could you achieve that?”
He looked at the monks in front of him and said emotionlessly, ”My name is Jun Mo. I was educated by the Headmaster and would only devote my life to the practice of benevolence. Whoever stands in my way must die.”
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