Cyber Daming

Why would someone show up in Yumo? !

The moment the originally furious monk saw Li Jun and others, his expression suddenly changed. Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away.

But as soon as the monk took a step forward, a huge pressure enveloped his body, and he fell to the ground, unable to move.

Plop.

Dunzhu lay on his back, carefully protecting the demonized girl A Zhuo in his arms, who was a little bigger than him.

The man looked nervously at Akito, who was far inferior in size to him.

From the opponent's body, he felt a greater pressure than the highest snow mountain on the plateau.

It seems that as long as the other party moves a finger, he will be crushed into powder.

"Who are you?"

Li Jun ignored Dunzhu's inquiry and looked down at the girl in his arms. His brows were furrowed on his pale face, and tears flowed down his closed eyes.

Although he already vaguely had the answer in his mind, Li Jun couldn't help but ask again.

"Were we dragged into the Buddhist kingdom?"

"no."

Zou Sijiu stepped forward and stood side by side with Li Jun, his face extremely gloomy.

A red-haired guard floated behind him, with a frosty face and murderous eyes.

"Is that an illusion?"

Chen Qisheng stood on the right side of Li Jun, and Chang Jun who followed him asked coldly, holding a silver sword in his arms.

"No, this is this world."

The dark golden armor stood behind Li Jun, and Lord Ma's angry voice came out of his red eyes.

"It's the agricultural order, and they actually put their hands into the field."

Concubine Yuan Ming squatted beside the girl, gently stroking the ugly scales on her body with her fingers. Deep in her eyes, there was an angry mountain ape with its head raised and howling at the moon.

"Those beasts who spread the Buddhist preface, what do they want to do?"

Concubine Yuan Ming's face turned pale. This was the first time Li Jun had seen her lose her composure.

Even when she faced Monk Longtu of the Jokhang Temple in Chongqing, Concubine Yuan Ming had never shown such strong anger and hatred.

"So, it's a nest of snakes and rats?"

Li Jun turned his head and glanced at Chen Qisheng, who slowly opened his fingers. The surging spiritual thoughts seemed to have substance, and instantly wrapped around the monk's limbs, crushing them inch by inch starting from the fingertips.

In the snow-filled Gobi desert, the strange sound of broken bones and tendons could be heard far away.

The monk's limbs were crushed into pieces of rotten flesh, a shrill scream burst out of his throat, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

The monk's robe was stained with blood, and the red was even more dazzling.

Such a bloody and cruel scene had already scared the surrounding Buddhist slaves to the point of being stunned.

These Akito are not bad people.

Although this thought at the moment was obviously disrespectful to the Buddha, this was Dunzup's intuition.

The straightforward man nodded towards Concubine Yuan Ming, said a vague 'thank you' in his mouth, then struggled to get up, hugged Adhuo and strode back to the old man's side.

"Village Chief...Village Chief"

Dunzhu put the unconscious Azhuo aside and gently picked up the old man's body that fell beside the iron cage.

The weight of the hand was very light, as light as a highland barley plant that had not yet formed ears. The blood-stained face was a deathly gray color, and there was no response to Dunzhu's soft call.

Because he opened the cage without authorization and let Azhuo go, the angry monk struck without mercy, and a hole the size of a fist almost pierced his chest.

Maybe it's the rush of memories from the past, or maybe it's the current sadness and doubts.

The man glanced at the unrecognizable girl next to him, then at the corpse in his arms, then knelt on the ground and fell into a long silence.

"Sijiu, go and dismantle his brain and bring back some useful information."

Zou Sijiu said ‘hmm’, and no matter how he moved, the monk’s body with only his torso floated up from the dirty blood.

The tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and the word 'Zou' appeared in the distracted eyes.

What awaited him next was an endless nightmare.

"Who dares to stop me from rebuilding Ganquan Temple?"

A loud, hollow sound came from the wind and snow.

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of ethereal drum music, and in the shadows, a group of honor guards slowly approached.

The monks who walked in front to open the way held long flags and flags, followed by musicians beating gongs and drums on the left and right.

Behind them came a group of young maids with bright faces, carrying exquisite lacquer baskets on their elbows, scattering flowers and lotus petals along the way.

The long swords shone with cold light, and the protective monks in armor lined up in a queue, walking in uniform steps.

The meandering team finally came to an end, and surrounded by the crowd was a luxurious vermilion carriage.

On top of the carriage is a bright yellow Dharma bed with a curtain. A large flag is flying behind the carriage, and there are four large characters written on it: Ganquan Dharma King.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me. Your Majesty, please forgive me."

The Buddhist slaves in Jinzhu Village, who were frightened by the miserable situation of the monks, finally came to their senses. They pressed their knees on the gravel on the ground and kowtowed to the ceremonial guard.

"The sacred stone used to build the temple was abandoned so casually and dared to harm the supervisory monks sent by me."

In the canopy curtain, His Holiness Ganquan is leaning half against the pillow, with his eyes lowered and a lion seal tied in front of him.

As his words came out, ripples rippled in the air in all directions, indicating that the Buddhist Kingdom was unfolding.

"It seems that your Jinzhu Village has also been corrupted by demons."

Gan Quan raised his heavy eyelids and swept his cold gaze over the shivering and trembling crowd below, thinking in his mind how to punish these daring Buddha slaves.

Otherwise, just like Daba Village, sell everything to ‘Sheji’

But while Gan Quan was thinking, the next moment, he saw a group of people who did not exist in his Buddhist thoughts.

A group of Akito with strange faces!

Just looking at each other, Gan Quan felt an irresistible surge of powerlessness and fear in his heart, instantly flooding his internal organs.

It was as if there were a group of indescribable behemoths in front of him, and he was just a weak insect crawling under their feet.

Gan Quangqian opened his mouth, his throat seemed to be blocked by tongue, and he made a gurgling sound like gibbering.

The collapse of the Buddhist kingdom made him feel as if his mind was being torn apart, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead into his widened eyes.

The sour sting made Ganquan couldn't help but blink his eyes.

In the brief moment when his vision changed, a fierce and angry face almost hit his face!

"Dharma King? How dare you open a Buddhist kingdom to protect me?"

The five fingers are like pliers, clasping Ganquan's face.

Li Jun raised the fat and ugly body with one hand, suppressing his anger and strength, and pushed it down towards the ground.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the luxurious car instantly fell into pieces, and the sweeping aftermath overturned the entire honor guard team.

The Dharma King Ganquan, who had previously been as powerful as the sea, was now lying in a deep pit. The broken neck bones caused his fat head to tilt into a terrifying arc, and blood was bleeding from his seven orifices. He was dying.

This was the result of Li Jun trying his best to restrain his strength. Otherwise, Gan Quan might have died countless times.

"Sijiu, dig out this brain and see what kind of Buddhas are behind this Dharma King!"

Li Jun shook off the blood on his hands with a look of disgust, turned to Zou Sijiu and gave instructions.

Brain-picking?

Gan Quan is no stranger to this method, he is even very familiar with it.

But he never thought that something like this would happen to him one day.

"My lord, my lord"

Gan Quan's liver and gallbladder were split, he chanted the Buddha's name, and shouted in panic: "The young monk is a disciple of Lord Sangyan Buddha Lingapo. I don't know where I have offended you. Please take this for the sake of Lord Sangyan." Forgive the little monk."

"Sangyan Temple, Linga Po"

After hearing this, Li Jun lowered his head and looked at Ganquan Dharma King in the pit, showing a smile of unknown meaning.

"That's a coincidence. It seems there's no need to dig."

"No need to dig, of course no need to dig. If you need the power of karma calculation, the monk has a lot of purified Buddha slaves in his hands."

Before Gan Quan could finish his words of begging for mercy, he saw a foot stomp heavily on his face, and his two eyeballs suddenly exploded under the force of the squeeze.

"Sir, please spare this young monk. This young monk is from Sangyan Temple. Sangyan Temple."

Gan Quan screamed in despair, still trying to use the name of Sangyan Temple to scare Li Jun.

"I know you are a monk from Sangyan Temple. You first help your Buddha Linga Po go to Huangquan to explore the way, and then I will send it down to keep you company."

The cracked skin exposed the metal facial bones, and turbid and filthy liquid gushed out from the mouth and nose.

Just when Gan Quan's head was about to be crushed by Li Jun.

A sudden exclamation interrupted Li Jun's movement.

"don't want!"

The voice was weak and slight, with a timid and pleading tone.

Li Jun turned around and frowned, looking at the pale-faced woman in confusion.

At the same time, Dunzhu, who was not far away, also looked over blankly, his empty eyes bursting with disbelief.

Because Li Jun, who stopped him at this moment, was not someone else.

Surprisingly, it was the mother of the child who had just been protected by Jianjiu, the elder of Jinzhu Village.

Why?

As soon as this thought arose, Dundup, who was also a Buddhist slave, immediately had the answer.

I also know why this woman came forward.

His throat was rolling and the corners of his mouth were twitching. He seemed to want to speak, but he hesitated many times. In the end, he remained silent and just held the skinny corpse in his arms tightly.

It was all just to atone for her sins, so what could I scold her for?

"Master Mingming, I beg you not to blaspheme the Dharma King again. Jinzhu Temple is willing to bear your anger."

The woman clasped her hands in front of Li Jun, raised her head above her head, and knelt down to beg.

Behind her, the boy who had woken up had tears streaming down his face, but he bit his lips and followed his mother's example, making the same movements.

"Jinzhu Temple is willing to atone."

More and more Buddhist slaves from Jinzhu Temple knelt through the scattered honor guard procession. The soles of the feet of those in front of them were close to the scalps of those who came after them, and they knelt in a dense mass in the howling wind and snow.

"Ask the Dharma King for forgiveness."

This scene was like cold water poured on the head, extinguishing all the murderous intention and anger in Li Jun in an instant.

The dirty and tattered felt robes could not block the biting cold wind, and bright red blood flowed from the torn foreheads. There was no expression on each face, only a numb piety.

Li Jun couldn't understand or figure it out.

He did not think that the monk under his feet was a saint who could save all sentient beings. Even though he had just entered the land, he could tell from his words and deeds that he was an evil monk who would knock the bones of ordinary people and suck out their marrow.

But why would these people be willing to sacrifice their lives in exchange for a way out of Ganquan?

There is clearly no vertical and horizontal order, no dreaming of the yin and yang order, and no seal of the Confucian order.

This is not a manipulated Huangliang dream, but a real world.

But why did he become the evil demon who killed the Buddha now? The evil monk at his feet turned into a redeeming Buddha?

"This is Fandi. They are all Buddhist slaves of Ganquan Temple. If Ganquan dies, the crime of killing Buddha will make them abandoned by the entire Fandi. Their bodies will have no soil to bury, and their souls will have no way to return home."

Concubine Yuan Ming's voice appeared in Li Jun's ears.

"After a hundred years of Buddhist chaos, there are only two types of people left in the entire land. One is the monks who walk in the Buddhist kingdom, and the other is the Buddhist slaves who kneel down to atone for their sins. From generation to generation, they have to fight for the faith choices of their ancestors. Atonement, the shackles rooted in the blood imprison them, not only their bodies, but also their souls. "

"In the eyes of Fandi Buddhists, Buddhist slaves are destined to suffer. They cannot resist. If they resist, they will be punished with extremely cruel punishments."

Concubine Yuan Ming's words showed unspeakable helplessness and pain: "Fandi, it has always been like this."

"Is it always like this?"

Li Jun's sword eyebrows stood upright, the strength in his body stirred up a stormy sea, and a terrifying echo like a wave sounded in the air.

"Everyone stand up!"

The crowd who knelt and kowtowed slowly raised their heads amidst Li Jun's scolding. They looked at Li Jun in silence, their eyes full of begging, and some even had resentment in their eyes.

boom! boom! boom!

Every head that showed resentful eyes was pierced by the flying sword.

Chen Qisheng stood outside the crowd, holding his shoulders with his hands, his brows looking cold.

Begging for mercy, he didn't know how to respond.

But looking for death, he is very happy to be satisfied.

In the dead silence of the desert, there was only the clicking sound of Gan Quan's head constantly collapsing and deforming.

The woman who took the lead once again had the courage to kneel forward a few steps, stretched out her hands at Li Jun's feet, palms upward, and knelt down again, with her forehead and chest pressed tightly to the ground.

It was exactly the same as before when the young girl Adhuo in the iron cage worshiped her master.

This movement was like a sharp sword light. Li Jun frowned and resisted with his body without dodging or dodging.

"Dear Master Ming, Dharma King Ganquan is the incarnation of the Buddha walking on earth and a Bodhisattva who saves suffering. He cannot be blasphemed. Please leave."

The woman placed her hands on the ground to draw a blood-stained semicircle and clasped her hands in front of her body.

"My compassionate Ganquan Dharma King, I am willing to use my life to replace Jianjiu's father and wash away the sins he has committed."

"Rescue the distressed?"

Li Jun sneered, reached out and grabbed the dead dog-like Ganquan on the ground, and lifted him up.

"Tell them, whose suffering or trouble can you save?"

"Please forgive me, the young monk."

Under the pressure of the salary master, Gan Quan's consciousness had already fallen into chaos due to the shock of genes. His body twitched and trembled, and he could only rely on instinct to continuously beg for mercy.

"Is this the Dharma King you call?"

The woman buried her head deeply and recited scriptures that Li Jun could not understand.

"They are obsessed with the idea of ​​eating the sufferings of this life in exchange for blessings in the next life. So in their eyes, the sweet spring is the Buddha, and you are the devil."

Concubine Yuan Ming's tone was full of desolation and sadness.

"It's useless. You can kill one, but you can't kill them all."

"Then kill as many as you have! Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

Li Jun opened his palm and grabbed the long knife thrown by Lord Ma, with murderous intent surging throughout his body.

"Kill them until they have no Buddha left to worship, and no one will kneel down and kowtow again!"

At this moment, a standing figure suddenly appeared among the kneeling Buddha slaves.

"Master Ming, please give me a chance."

Dunzhu pointed at Ganquan and said word by word: "Let me kill him with my own hands."

"Dondup, how dare you offend the Dharma King? Kneel down!"

"Dundup, what are you doing?!"

The group of Buddhist slaves immediately started yelling angrily, and several men who were kneeling on the ground actually got up, rushed towards Dundup, grabbed his shoulders, and tried to press him to the ground.

But how could they possibly stop Dundup who was carrying the 'Foze'? They were easily thrown away by him.

Li Jun looked at the man who came forward, and finally a smile appeared on his face. He raised his hand and threw the knife and the man in front of Dunzhu.

Dunzhu picked up the knife on the ground, looked at Ganquan who was still trembling on the ground and begged for mercy, and without any hesitation, he cut it off with one knife!

Phew!

A head rolled forward, bringing not only blood but also desperate cries.

The young man turned around with a knife, his shirtless upper body was stained with blood, his expression was calm, but his bright eyes made people dare not look directly at him.

His eyes swept over the familiar faces full of tears. He raised the knife again, but he turned the blade and cut the blade into the center of his eyebrow!

He cut off his own wisdom root and cut off the so-called Buddha.

Dundup, whose face was covered in blood, looked like a rebellious ghost crawling out of hell.

"Master Jianjiu is not guilty, he does not need anyone to forgive him!"

Amid the roar, the long knife in Dunzhu's hand clattered to the ground, and his figure fell backwards.

The sun sinking into the distant mountains took away the light shining on the plateau, and the whining wind and snow blew through pairs of dark and confused eyes.

Without anyone noticing, the girl woke up at some point.

She crawled next to the old man's body, wanting to reach out and touch the face full of ravines of time, but she didn't realize that what she was lifting was a ferocious claw.

The sharp fingertips scratched the skin on the old man's face with a single touch.

The pale wound had no blood to shed.

As if she had done something wrong, the girl retracted her hands in horror and let out a hissing whine from her mouth.

"grandfather."

The call can only echo in the heart and cannot reach the ears of the deceased.

Phew!

The sharp claws cut open the throat covered with scales, spraying out light green and smelly blood.

The young girl Azhu curled up and lay quietly beside the old man.

Just like when she was a child.