In the middle of the sinkhole, there is a mountain. The peak is majestic and huge, several times taller than the lonely cliff behind the academy. The sinkhole is extremely deep, with only a small piece of the top of the peak exposed to the ground. The green mound that Ye Qi saw before was the peak of the peak.

On that mountain, countless yellow temple buildings appeared faintly. The bottom of the sky pit was already quite wet. Outside the sky pit was deserted. The climate was hot. The water vapor swayed from the bottom of the sky pit, turning into mist and covering the peaks like yarn. At this time, looking at the mountain again, it was like hanging on the sky pit, like a fairyland in the Buddha Kingdom.

Faced with such a magnificent scene, Ye Qi was not fascinated. After he saw the Tiankeng and the countless temples among the peaks, his attention was on the bottom of the Tiankeng. Under the hillside of the huge mountain, there were countless layers of terraced fields. There were countless crops that were extremely rare in Chang'an and Xiling. In the fields, countless dark-skinned farmers worked densely, and there were no less than 50,000 or 60,000 people who appeared in his eyes alone.

At the bottom of the sinkhole, there is a river farmhouse, and women are weakly reeling silk and weaving cloth. Children who are not able to work are looking at the huge mountain peaks and chanting Buddhist scriptures with their eyes unconscious.

At a rough look, there should be more than 100,000 people living under the pit. They do not have the confidence of the people in Chang'an City, nor do they have the attitude of the people of the Xiling Divine Kingdom toward the world. They only know how to work. If they are humans, they are more like ants that seem to be tired.

Ye Qi's eyes fell in the temple of the Chonglou. More than a thousand monks were dressed in fine clothes and food, and only knew how to recite scriptures and chant Buddha's name, and did not care about the sufferings of the people at the foot of the mountain.

Although he knew there were 100,000 serfs under the Hanging Temple, he thought about the Buddhist monks who had seen in the world and the person who founded the Buddhist sect countless years ago. Ye Qi had other ideas about Hanging Temple, but looking at this scene, he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Wandao."

There is nothing to see. The Hanging Temple is even more lifeless than the Taoist gate. It is like a turtle falling into a well. It only knows to look at a corner of the sky outside the well and wait for all the fish and shrimps in the well to die, and it will slowly die.

Ye Qi turned around and was about to leave the sinkhole. However, in front of him, a monk suddenly appeared. The monk was wearing a tattered kapok robe and had a thin layer of stubble on his head. He stood there, as firm as the mountain in the sinkhole, giving people the feeling that if the sky fell, he could hold on.

The monk's name is Qi Nian. He did not speak, not to speak, but to be unable to speak. A few years ago, he walked away from the wasteland and saw a gully filled with darkness. He did not step through the gully. The path he walked with him had never stepped on. The fear brought to him by the ravine was unspeakable, and it also made him, the Buddhist son who was walking in the world, no longer feel that the Buddha's light spread throughout the world. He opened his mouth and bit off his tongue, then swallowed his tongue into his stomach, and practiced the Buddhist sect's silence.

He was chanting Buddha's name in the temple, and he felt that there was a strong man coming outside the temple and the head could not go, so he could only come. He saw that it was the second-floor disciple who had rebelled into the academy and wanted to see what the other party had, but he didn't expect that he heard that the other party denounced Buddhism as a heretic, like Ye Su a few years ago. Those who were celebrating Buddha's path as a heretic, must respect Buddha in their hearts. The Buddha's religion and doctrines were aware of anger, and he was still angry, so he wanted to let the other party understand that Buddha's path was not a heretic.

Ye Qi was able to guess the monk’s thoughts, and saw that he didn’t say anything, saying, “You are the Buddha Sect’s seven thoughts to walk.”

Qi Nian clasped his hands together and nodded and bowed without refusal.

A few wisps of mountain wind blew, and a Buddha statue suddenly appeared in front of Ye Qi's eyes. The statue was merciful and the golden light behind his head was dazzling.

Ye Qi knew that what was in front of him was not the real world, but in his sea of ​​consciousness, the Buddha was the Zen meaning of the seven thoughts.

He untied the wooden sword and looked at the Buddha's eyes. At this moment, the Buddha smiled, pinched the flower's fingerprints with his hands, sang Zen like a tide, the world became quiet and harmonious, and the murderous return to silence.

Ye Qi was not disturbed by Zen singing, and held the wooden sword in both hands, and chopped towards the Buddha like chopping wood.

The Zen singing ended abruptly, and the Buddha statue was split in half by a wooden sword. The Buddha light behind his head could no longer shine and scattered between heaven and earth.

...

Qi Nian looked at the man in surprise. The Buddhist sect practitioners recited the Buddha's name every day to realize the Buddha's name. They were practicing chanting. The thousands of Buddhas in the temple were placed in the world, and they were undoubtedly the most powerful chanting masters in the world. They invaded the other person's sea of ​​consciousness by means of the temple. They were broken without shaking the other person's thoughts. He was still young, how could he have such pure and pure thought power?

Ye Qi had a strong mind power, but he still had nothing to do with his reincarnation world. As for the simple sword to break the attack of the seven thought power, he was a person with firm will. He first entered the Taoist sect and then entered the academy. There was no need to say much about the former, no one believed in Buddhism on the second floor, and even when talking about the Buddha sect, he occasionally had a contemptuous attitude. He had a Buddha's words on his face, but he didn't want to listen to it, just cut it off with one sword.

"You are a heretic, and you are a heretic, and you are not allowed to comment on it. I have been poked at the pain point and did not explain it. Instead, you just want me to keep silent. This is not a heretic, and it is not as good as the Demon Sect killing people into a crazy person." Ye Qi looked at Qi Nian and said mockingly.

If someone beat him, there is no reason not to go back. Just as Ye Qi finished speaking, his sword moved, like a stream of dust flowing through the empty space, passing a dazzling trace.

Qi Nian frowned slightly, closed his hands again, and several extremely heavy Buddhist auras appeared around his body, causing endless auras of heaven and earth outside the hanging temple to emerge in front of him, and then closed in front of him like two heavy ancient temple gates.

Ye Qi's sword came in front of Qi Nian and entered the air where the vital energy was concentrated and became viscous. The speed slowed down, but the sword did not stop. Under the high-speed friction with the air, it made a heart-pounding friction sound. A fire could be seen vaguely above the wooden sword's sword body.

The sword is like a stream of thin streams, which seems extremely invisible compared to the vast energy of heaven and earth. However, the stream can penetrate endless mountains and rocks and can travel thousands of miles in the world. Therefore, after Ye Qili shouted, the speed of the wooden sword suddenly increased, and the entire wooden sword seemed to turn into a ball of fire, piercing through the space in front of Qi Nian.

Know it, guard it, and make the world's stream.

Ye Qi's sword cannot be considered a sword, but refers to the world's stream god finger.

The wooden sword stabbed before Qi Nian's palms, and a blood flower bloomed at the tip of the sword. The flesh and blood on Qi Nian's little finger was penetrated by the finger of the sword's Tianxiaxi Shen's finger and then wiped out again, revealing pale bones.
Chapter completed!