954 Blossoms At Las (1/2)
Years ago, in the autumn rain in Lanke Temple, World Wayfarer of Taoism Ye Su, World Wayfarer of Buddhism Qi Nian and the most skilled swordsman in the human world had no choice but to watch the statue of the Buddha topple.
Currently, outside the Xuankong Temple in the west wilderness, they could still beat the Chief Monk, the enlightened human and even broke his Varjra Body Defending Divine Skill, in the face of the Drunkard, such a powerful cultivator.
It was not only because they were powerful but also because their incomparably perfect cooperation, which was a natural bond to showcase the absolute mutual trust and confidence.
The Academy was the only place where such a disposition could be fostered. The Headmaster was the only one who could bring up such disciples. When they were shoulder by shoulder and hand in hand, even Heaven would fear, and let alone the enemy.
When Jun Mo smashed innumerable times, the Chief Monk of Scripture finally opened his eyes, and a thin streak of blood flowed from his head directly into his eyes. His sight was covered in blood.
The Chief Monk felt pain, deep pain, and then he found that these two disciples of the Academy had prepared to keep smashing like that forever. He didn't want to die yet, because he hadn't seen the Buddha's return to the human world. He knew what he had to do even though he was aware of the aftermath.
When the iron sword fell, the Chief Monk loosened the hand that was holding the chessboard tightly and lifted it high enough to block the iron sword.
The minute he let go, Eldest Brother loosened his hand as well. He then held the wooden stick and smashed heavily the first web beside the thumb.
This wooden stick was not made to snatch food from the jaws of a tiger, but to feed the tiger with itself.
The Chief Monk suddenly felt suffocating, due to the uneasy shivering from his first web through his wrist to his chest. Even with his Varjar Defending Divine Skill, his whole body was rattling, as if it was about to break into pieces.
He was supposed to use only one hand because one hand was enough to stop Jun Mo's iron sword. To his surprise, the wooden stick smashed. He couldn't help but wonder if they could see throng human's thought.
Actually, the Eldest Brother and Jun Mo couldn't see through other people, but they understood each other without speaking. That was why the wooden stick took the chance and fill in for the iron sword.
Jun Mo's iron sword fell and smashed downward at the chessboard that was by the chest of the Chief Monk.
The Chief Monk's heart of Buddhism was disturbed again. Being under the suppression of the wooden stick, he was not able to defend himself from the iron sword.
One clear strike sounded, as if a super tiny porcelain cup fell down on the ground.
In the dark cliff cave, a beam of extremely bright light shined. It was the Heavenly Light!
A very deep rupture was left, stretching from the depths of the field to the ground.
Later on, the earth shook, and the precipice collapsed, with countless stones and mud bursting out. On the east of the Giant Sinkhole, a roughly five-meter breach was formed after the collapse. It was such a soul-shocking image.
Inclined to the breach in the wake of the collapse of Giant Sinkhole, countless antholes and mouse holes were filled with the autumn grass and snatched fruits. Very fine waters flows ran through stones and gradually wetted disorderly stones.
The Chief Monk sat on the disorderly stones with a dusty and bloody face. He looked rather miserable.
The chessboard, once in his arms, was picked up by Jun Mo's iron sword.
The Drunkard stood at the edge of the collapsed precipice and looked abruptly worried. Jun Mo restored his state before the Verdant Canyon Battle, and Li Manman's state was rocketing up, which make him highly alert. However, he couldn't believe they really broke through the Vajra Defending Divine Skill and took the chessboard!
The Chief Monk looked at the Eldest Brother and Jun Mo, with a mixture of sadness, pain, and frustration. His voice was low, and said to them at a loss, ”Nothing has changed.”
What did he mean? Even if you had the chessboard, nothing would change. It was impossible that you could have opened it and saved Haotian and Ning Que, because it was a dharma-vessel left by the Buddha. It cannot be ruined after the vicissitudes of eons in Lanke Temple. It had been beyond the rule of the time, which was the real Vajra Defending Divine power.
The Eldest Brother had a look at the chessboard in Jun Mo's hand, and said nothing. He reached out and held Jun Mo's sleeve, left there, and then went back at the point under the pear tree by the side of the cliff plateau.
The autumn wind blew again. The Drunkard took the Chief Monk of Scripture back to the cliff plateau. The Chief Monk sat in front of the White Tower, looked at them, and said, ”It's true that nothing works.”
Jun Mo ignored him, took up the iron sword and cut.
The Eldest Brother stood right in front of the chessboard, and looked slightly pale. It was obviously that his psyche power was exhausted. However, the Drunkard and the Chief Monk wouldn't try to approach while he was standing there like that.
The sound of the iron sword hitting the chessboard rang out on the cliff plateau without a stop. It was clear, resolute, and fierce, but totally different from the bell sounds in temples, because it contained the spurt of shining spears and armored horses.
Jun Mo continued to wave the iron sword and hit for a long time. That sound was echoing amid mountains and cliffs, as if a huge army was risking their lives and storming a castle.
The Buddhist castle was hard to break in.
Jun Mo continuously hit, and his fingers were bleeding, while the look on his face was still resolute as before. His sway each time was indifferently meticulous to make sure the most powerful force was applied.
Under such circumstances, the Drunkard said nothing. He was looking aside quietly, but the ever growing mixed feelings hit him.
Obviously there was no hope, but he still resolutely continued to do so, which even gave the whoever saw it a wrong impression that the iron sword could have brought hope by smashing up desperation. He had such a tenacious mind! How could the Headmaster bring about such a disciple? Where did he find such a disciple?
Jun Mo suddenly stopped, not because he was tired, although he was very tired indeed, but because the iron sword had become edgeless completely.
The iron sword was indestructible. Before the Battle of Verdant Canyon, it broke countless swords, even Liu Bai's sword. However, it was distorted when used against the chessboard.
He looked over the Chief Monk of Scripture, and asked, ”If we can do nothing about it, why would you guard it for a whole year on the cliff plateau? Despite the rains and storms, you never walked one step away from it.”