Nightfall Chapter 113: The palm of Buddha’s palm
In that autumn many years ago, there used to be a light of Buddha that penetrated the temple and fell on Sangsang.
That Buddha light is so compassionate and so cold. In the Buddha's light, Sangsang's face became paler and thinner and thinner.
She looked at Ning Que outside Fo Guang, silently weeping.
From that moment on, she became the daughter of Hades, and she endured endless pain and fear, and then she and Ning Que were chased by the whole world.
The Buddha's light was undoubtedly the most fundamental turning point in the lives of Ning Que and Sangsang. All the stories that followed actually began here.
How could Ning Que not remember?
At this time, looking at the Buddha's light on the cliff and the Sangsang in the Buddha's light, he seemed to have returned to the past. The most painful and coldest emotions all poured into his mind.
"No!" he cried out in pain.
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This Buddha light appeared so suddenly that it connected the cliff flat to the sky. Even Sangsang couldn't tell whether it descended from the sky or emerged from the bottom of the cliff.
To be more precise, Buddha Guang connected this cliff to the cloud.
Countless layers of clouds floated above the mountain peak, completely obscuring the true blue sky.
Sangsang held his hands on his back and looked up into the depths of the Buddha's light, with a calm expression.
Her face was already extremely white, but now it was illuminated by the bright light, even more like snow.
Since she had to carry her hands on her back, naturally she did not continue to hold Ning Que's hand.
Because even she cannot be too distracted in the face of this light.
But at this moment, she heard Ning Que's painful cry from behind.
The Buddha Guang didn't make her frown, but Ning Que's voice made her frown slightly.
She turned and looked at Ning Que. Asked: "Don't want anything?"
Ning Que was affected by the Buddha's light and was vomiting blood in pain, and because he was worried about her safety, his face became extremely pale. No matter what I thought, the development of the matter was completely different from my own imagination.
He looked at Sangsang in the Buddha's light, not knowing what to say.
Sangsang did not cry, vomit blood, or fear. Did not call his name.
Sangsang is not as thin and pitiful as before.
Her figure is so tall, even if the Buddha's light is so great, it can't take away her brilliance.
He just remembered that Sangsang has grown up.
She is now the omnipotent and omniscient Haotian. No longer a little maid who can't leave her, she no longer needs her own protection, on the contrary she started to protect him.
"Nothing."
Ning Que said with a smile, and then realized that he really didn't know what to say, so he vomited blood again.
Sangsang was a little irritable, thinking that human beings are really troublesome creatures, and panicked for a while. Smiling for a while, he didn't know exactly what was thinking in his mind.
Looking at the blood overflowing from the corners of Ning Que's lips, she thought she understood what he meant—in the realm of Ning Que, she was not holding her hands. Naturally, under the coercion of the Buddha's light, it was painful and hard to bear. He said no, just don't let go of his hand by himself, and went on to say nothing. That is naturally the boring self-esteem of male animals.
"Not available."
Sangsang said to him: "You can't hold an umbrella yourself?"
She used to vomit blood, but now it’s her turn to vomit blood—Ning Que is immersed in the sentimental emotions brought about by this change. He woke up after hearing these words, and quickly took out the **** umbrella and opened it.
Starting from the fall of Lanke Temple, the **** umbrella has been tortured over the years, and it has long been ragged and out of shape. Ning Que retrieved the old cloth from the jade tree and sews it. The appearance is still extremely ugly. It's like a beggar's clothes with countless patches, because it has not been washed in black mud for many years, there is no beautiful feeling of black lotus blooming.
Where did Ning Que care? After discovering that the black umbrella could really block the Buddha's light, he was very pleased. Following Sangsang's gaze, he looked into the depths of the Buddha's light, trying to see where the enemy was.
He was in a good mood, and Sangsang was in a good mood. Xuankong Temple finally reacted. Not only was she not afraid, but she was looking forward to it. As long as there is change, it is good, and there may be clues to the whereabouts of the Buddha.
However, the changes that followed were somewhat unexpected by the two.
The sound of the scripture echoing between the cliffs gradually became more and more neat. The magnificent and long-distance bell did not cover up the sound of the scripture. It was more like the wind in a bellows, helping the scripture sound to become more and more loud.
With the change of the bell and the sound of the scriptures, the Buddha light on the cliff also changed, the light became more and more calm, and the Buddha's prestige contained in it became more and more terrifying.
Sangsang still stood in the Buddha light with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and calm.
Ning Que's hand holding the umbrella handle trembled slightly, getting harder and harder, and quickly stuffed the green pear into his sleeve, holding the umbrella handle with both hands, and barely supported it.
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The top of the peak, behind the Great Hall of the Great Hall of the Hanging Temple.
There is no monk beside the ancient clock, but it swings by itself in the wind.
The bell rang through the entire giant peak, through the wilderness below the peak, until it reached the cliff wall in the extreme distance, and then was knocked back, so repeatedly, so long and intoxicating.
On the stone steps in front of the Daxiong Hall, dozens of monks sat cross-legged, Heshi closed their eyes and meditated, chanting and reading the scriptures with the rhythm of the bell, chanting.
Qinian sits at the forefront. This powerful Buddhist man who has practiced hard mantra for many years now reads countless times more scriptures than what he said in the past ten years. The power of the scriptures is infinite.
The other dozens of monks are extremely old, with white eyebrows about to hang down to their chests, and Heshi's hands are more wrinkled than the bark of the oldest tree on the cliff. At a glance, they are the elder class in the hanging temple. character.
There are also people chanting the scriptures in the Daxiong Hall. The seven masters who were seriously injured by the big brother in front of Congling, kneeled in front of the Buddha statue in the most pious posture, chanting and reading scriptures, his back Severely deformed, the scripture read from his mouth was a bit vague, but when he left the temple, it became extremely clear.
In the large yellow temples on the east peak and the west peak, hundreds of monks wearing red robes sat cross-legged on the cliff with their hands clasped together, their expressions were firm, and they kept chanting scriptures.
In dozens of temples in the mist on the mountainside, thousands of monks in gray robes sat cross-legged in the meditation room, with their hands clasped, their expressions nervous, and they kept chanting scriptures.
In the hundreds of gloomy monasteries under the mountain, countless monks in variegated monk clothes sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue, with their hands clasped together, their expressions were distressed, and they kept chanting scriptures.
In the vast wilderness at the bottom of the tiankeng, millions of Li people fell on their knees in the direction of the Xuankong Temple. Whether they were in ragged clothes or wearing gold and silver, they looked extremely religious and kept praying.
Different positions in the Buddha country require different clothes and different performances. The strong Buddha does not need to sit in front of the Buddha statue, while ordinary monks need to rely on the Buddha to increase their courage. The strongest look calm. The strong look resolute, the weak look nervous, and the dazed monk has no idea what happened.
The devout believers in the wilderness do not know what happened, but their faith is the strongest. They have not studied the scriptures, but the effect of prayer is the most powerful.
But no matter what kind of person they are, they are all chanting and praying.
The sound of bells, scriptures, and prayers are everywhere in the Buddha Kingdom.
The clouds are calm and gradually show many traces.
That is the shadow of the scripture projected among the clouds.
The real scriptures are in the air. Thousands of temple-sized words glow with a faint golden light, drifting over the heads of the herdsmen, drifting across the real temples, drifting across the green trees between the cliffs, and constantly arranging and combining them in the sky. .
The gloomy field is very brightly illuminated by these golden light scriptures.
The believers who kneel down in the middle of the wilderness have an extremely excited expression on their faces, more pious, more determined towards the Buddha, and their prayers become more and more neat and bright.
On the bank of a blue lake near the cliff, compared with the kneeling herdsmen, Jun Mo, who stood quietly, looked very special, his figure looked so lonely and powerful.
He looked at the golden scriptures flying towards Jufeng, his brows raised slightly.
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Thousands of scriptures glowing with golden light gathered from all around, slowly rotating around the giant peaks, lighting up the green trees and temples between the peaks, and the Buddha light on the cliffs became brighter.
In the light of the Buddha, Ning Que clenched the handle of the umbrella with both hands, his face pale, but struggling.
Sangsang looked into the depths of the Buddha's light, her face became whiter and whiter, but she still didn't make a move, because she wanted to see where the Buddha's light came from and where the Buddha was.
Ning Que looked at her back, a little nervous. Although he didn't know the method of ringing the bell in the Xuankong Temple, or what the words with golden light in the sky meant, his talent in Fudao was universal. Wushuang, only instinctively calculated that if the gold characters are finally arranged into a Buddhist scripture, it will be the time when the Buddha's real blow comes. I am afraid that Sangsang will find it very troublesome to deal with it. Why does she not make a move?
Sangsang looked up at the depths of the Buddha's light for a long time.
Suddenly, she looked at the cliff at her feet and said, "That's it."
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The mountain where the Hanging Temple is located is the tallest and largest mountain in the world.
However, this mountain has been hidden forever in the tiankeng. From the surface, it is just an inconspicuous small mound.
It means that it is naturally consistent with Buddhism and Taoism.
Because this mountain is the tallest person in the world who doesn't want to be present.
This cliff is not a real cliff, but the palm of the man opened to the sky.
The pear tree by the cliff is not a real tree, but a flower held between his fingers.
That person is the Buddha.
Ning Que and Sangsang were standing on the cliff, beside the pear tree. They were actually standing in the palm of the Buddha's palm, under the little white flower held between his fingers!
Sangsang took off the small white flowers on the temples, threw them into the wind, looked at the top of the peak and said sarcastically, "This mountain is just your corpse, not you, so you want to trap me in your palm? ?"
Yes, this mountain is not the Buddha, but a relic left after the Buddha's Nirvana.
However, it is the legacy of the Buddha, the highest in the world.
Who can escape the palm of the Buddha?
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(Well, there is one more chapter, it will be later.)