948 It Is a Sword Anyway I (2/2)

Jun Mo looked to the giant peak afar and bursted into laughter. ”Disciplines and commandments? You behaved like thieves and prostitutes and produced numerous illegitimate children here. How dare you mention disciplines and commandments?”

Qi Nian said, ”Master Qishan was the descendent of the previous Chief Monk of Scripture. What would you say to that?”

Jun Mo said, ”Master Qishan was a true master. That was why he left Xuankong Temple when he was very young. You want to take credit for the Xuankong Temple from him? Are you shameless?”

In his view, the people of Buddhism were all shameless bald donkeys. That was exactly what Qi Nian did years ago. He pretended to be compassionate and trapped the kindest Eldest Brother in Lanke Temple with a killing fraud. How dishonorable he was!

Back then, Jun Mo stabbed Qi Nian with his iron sword. He questioned how he could have deceived a man of dignity and declared to take him down. Then he cut Qi Nian's Dharmakaya with his mighty sword. Today in front of the Xuankong Temple in the Buddha land, he again defeated Qi Nian's superiority with his words. Qi Nian had turned pale and miserable. Why was that?

Because Jun Mo was righteous. Being righteous was the rule of the world. It ruled over counties as well as countries.

Qi Nian had been practicing silent meditation for almost twenty years. He was never good at arguing. Furthermore, Jun Mo had pointed out the weakest part of his Buddhism belief. How could he say anything further?

He had nothing to say, but could only go for a fight.

Qi Nian pointed out a finger to Jun Mo in the field. It pierced the autumn wind and drew a random circle in the air. Then a radiating circle appeared behind his head.

He pulled back the finger and pressed his palms together in front of his chest. His body started to glow with the Light of Buddha. His robe swung and the outline of his figure started to extend into the space in a peculiar way. It enlarged numerous times instantly.

Another Qi Nian appeared in the Wilderness. He was enraged and his eyebrows raised like swords and there were thunder in his eyes. It seemed like he could defeat anything evil in the world. That was his Dharmakaya, the Acalanatha.

First, he sent out the perfectly penetrating intent of Buddhism and then called his Dharmakaya. Qi Nian did not stop there. The Dharmakaya reached out his right palm and hooked his index finger to made the Mantra and Mudra.

He cultivated on silent meditation. Therefore he did not need to say a word and the sound of Buddha already reverberated through Heaven and Earth.

In the sound of Buddha, the giant Dharmakaya of Acalanatha pressed toward Jun Mo with his Mantra and Mudra.

The Mudra was like a mountain.

With endless mountains overlapping, it became the ultimate state of Prajna.

Qi Nian was after all the most powerful cultivator in Buddhism and their World Wayfarer. In a single strike, he had applied three levels of divine skills.

In front of such a vigorous enemy, Jun Mo had to be exceptionally serious. How could he overcome these three levels? Like he did to the soldier monks previously, Jun Mo lifted his sword. Again he made one strike. It was not because he despised Qi Nian and thought he was no better than those soldier monks. He made only one strike previously because it was more than enough. Now he only make one strike because there was nothing more he could do. It seemed to be a simple strike. But Jun Mo had actually applied all of his cultivation.

The simplest was also the strongest. The straight and wide sword pierced through the autumn wind and stabbed on the Mudra of Acalanatha.

The giant Acalanatha and the giant Mudra had created a huge shadow over the Wilderness. Jun Mo's iron sword looked like a tiny wooden thorn compared with them.

A tiny wooden thorn that held up to the falling palm.

The wooden thorn even pierced through the center of the palm.

No matter how strong the palm was, a thorn must hurt.

The iron sword had stabbed the Mudra of Acalanatha.

Qi Nian became pale and blood exuded from between his palms.

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