Nightfall Chapter 114: Western world, Ningque bliss

The mountain is the Buddha, and the cliff is the palm of the Buddha. The ten thousand zhang Buddha light full of the pressure of silence does not fall from the sky, but comes from the palm of the Buddha, from the hanging temple and countless monks and believers in the wilderness Pious belief.

The same is true for the scriptures that linger between the peaks. They were written by the Buddha countless years ago and sung by his disciples and believers sincerely.

Sangsang quietly looked at the cliffs, at the scriptures dancing in the sky, at this Buddha light, with different perspectives, all within her glance, and then she saw Lanke Temple in the fall a few years ago .

In Lanke Temple that year, there was also such a dying Buddha light. That Buddha light came from the stone statue of Buddha on the top of Washan Mountain, and it began with the crisp bell ringing in the hands of the first treasure tree in the precepts.

In this year's Xuankong Temple, the seemingly compassionate Buddha light is still cold. This Buddha light comes from the cliff, from the palm of the Buddha's legacy, and begins with the long bell ringing behind the peak hall.

The Buddha light of Lanke Temple that year was to kill the daughter of Hades. This year the Buddha light of Xuankong Temple was to suppress Haotian. Haotian was the daughter of Hades, and the Buddha light was still Buddha. In fact, nothing has changed. .

Everything is clear.

For the Master, Haotian set up a millennium game. Before that, the Buddha had read the scriptures of the heavens and the Ming scrolls and wrote notes. He knew about the future and predicted that when the night would come, there would be a bright moon, but Without saying, Haotian will come to the world and become weaker and weaker.

So the Buddha also arranged a round.

He left a lot of magical instruments in the world, such as Yulan Ling, such as chessboard, Wanzhang Buddha Guang said to suppress the entrance to the underworld, but with the power of the Buddha, how could he not know that the underworld does not exist?

From the beginning to the end, she was the only person the Buddha wanted to kill.

The Buddha wants to destroy Haotian.

Yulanling was crushed into scrap iron by Jun Mo, the stone statue of Buddha on the top of Washan Mountain was chopped into pieces by Jun Mo, and the chessboard was brought to the wasteland by Ning Que and Sangsang.

However, the huge peaks that the Buddha's remains are transformed into are countless times taller than the stone statues on Mount Wa. The bells of the Hanging Temple are countless times louder than the sound of Yulanling. Fo Guang is naturally also countless times stronger.

Sangsang saw through everything, she and Ning Que were connected, and Ning Que naturally also knew all the causes and consequences, and only then knew that the mountain where the Xuankong Temple was originally located was actually the body of the Buddha.

He was shocked, and no one could not be shocked at this time.

He was pale, except for being too shocked. It is also because the golden letters that are flying around the mountain peaks have gradually found the order and are about to be combined into a complete scripture.

One word is the size of a temple, and thousands of words are a large scripture. The golden scriptures are floating in the sky above the Hanging Temple. It actually covered the clouds.

With a sharp sound, Ning Que held the handle of the knife, the iron knife half out of the sheath, the cold light was pressing.

Just as he was about to take the knife, Sangsang waved his sleeve.

The Tsing Yi full of flowers, shining in the light of the Buddha, like the most noble imperial robe.

She is the king of this world.

She flicked her sleeves to the sky, and a gust of wind roared. Roaring like a dragon, roaring through the dense forest temples between the peaks. I don't know how many monks were cut off the cliff.

The ancient bell shook slightly before the wind came to the Great Hall of Heroes on the summit. The bell is slightly chaotic.

The grass scraps flew randomly on the stone steps, Qi Nian and the old monks closed their eyes, not afraid of being blinded, but the Zen mind gradually became restless, gradually becoming confused, and bleeding from the nose and mouth.

At this moment, the seven Buddha statues in the temple changed from a kneeling posture to a sitting posture. They looked firm and determined. Holding a wooden staff, they knocked **** the wooden fish in front of them, and the wooden fish shattered instantly.

Almost at the same time, the vajra pestle held by the Venerable beside the Buddha statue broke through the air, hitting the seven heads with a heavy blow, and only heard a puff, the seven skulls were all shattered, and brains and blood spilled everywhere.

The Buddha statue was stained with bloodstains, and the Daxiong Hall, which was crumbling in the wind, was suddenly stabilized and closely integrated with the mountain. The monks finally stabilized their bodies and minds.

Sangsang waved his sleeves into the wind. It was the sky wind. It would never be annihilated. It would waver up from the top of the peak, and instantly came to the scripture of thousands of words in the sky.

The clouds are chaotic high in the sky, and the big golden characters under the clouds are scattered and tumbling. In the chaos of the golden light, the edges of the scriptures to be formed are disturbed a lot, and it is difficult to understand the content.

Sangsang waved his sleeve and broke the scripture left by the Buddha, but his expression became solemn.

Because she was waving her sleeves, she had a better understanding of the environment she was facing, and she was a little puzzled to find that she had no way to take Ning Que away from this cliff.

The power of restraining cliffs is not a rule, nor is it an ordinary practice method. Cultivation is still within the rules. Even the small world above the five realms is still in the world of Haotian. In that case, Even though she was a lot weaker after she came to the world, she could break through three thousand worlds with her thoughts.

What trapped them at this time was a big world.

In the world of Haotian, how can there be a real big world?

The Buddha turned his body into a mountain peak. There are countless temples between the peaks and countless believers under the peaks.

Mountains are ignorant, ignorant, godless, and lifeless, but for countless years, the temples in the mountains have been burning incense, monks chanting scriptures, and believers in the wilderness worshipped, and finally nurtured Buddha nature.

That Buddha nature is the consciousness of the monks and believers!

Countless years, countless people, countless consciousnesses, countless lives, finally this world has become the kingdom of Buddha, the real kingdom of Buddha is the real world, the great world of bliss.

This world is in the extreme west of the world, hence the name Western Paradise.

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Even if she is in the Western Paradise and cannot be taken lightly, Sangsang doesn't care. She is Haotian. Even if she fights against millions or more of Buddhist followers, there is no reason to lose.

However, it has been a long time since she came to the world. The human power that the Master poured into her body is constantly weakening her. If she wants to break the Western Paradise, she must pay a great price.

Destroy this piece of Western Paradise, the world still has Chang'an City, academies, and the Shocking Array. Then what should she do if she is extremely weak?

So she hesitated.

Ning Que didn't know why she hesitated--the situation is very bad now. The Buddhist scriptures that were blown away by the sky did not disappear, and the scattered parts fell towards the cliff!

Those words that glowed with golden light and were as large as temples gradually became smaller as they fell towards the cliff, and finally became petal-like existences, exuding a strange fragrance.

The goddess scattered flowers in the Buddha country, the picture is very beautiful.

Ning Que's expression was extremely solemn. There are petals that are transformed from scripture. Falling on the surface of the **** umbrella, each petal seemed to be like a boulder, extremely heavy.

The light of the Buddha was already extremely powerful, and countless petals fell and spread thickly on the surface of the **** umbrella. It was a weight that humans could not bear, but it was an instant. He felt that his arm was about to be broken.

Ning Que inserted the umbrella handle between the cliffs, believing that since the mountain is the Buddha's body, it must be able to hold it.

He glanced at Sangsang, who was silent in the Buddha's light.

He drew the iron knife and chopped it towards the petals falling in the sky.

The mark left by the knife, the mark is the word, and the word is the rune.乂 character.

The petals look like petals, but in fact they are still words, words from Buddhist scriptures.

The Dharma is incomparable, so the words are as heavy as a mountain.

If the Buddha left behind with other methods, with the cultivation level within the five realms of Ningque, there must be no way. He can only hold onto Sangsang’s sleeves and hide behind her honestly.

But since this is a scripture. What's left is text. Then he can break.

Because he is the best calligrapher and the strongest rune master in the world. He didn't know how many characters were broken in the old school of the academy. The best thing in his life is to break words.

Seven magical runes appeared in the air above the cliff.

The falling petals touched the meaning of the symbol, and they shattered into silk because the words in the flowers were torn into meaningless lines.

The petals continue to fall, and thousands of words are thousands of flowers, like a long spring rain.

The seven-daoyi-character rune confronts the Buddha's mighty power. If it doesn't, it lasts for too long and then disappears.

Looking at the scripture that still has half of it still in the air, watching the falling text and the nearby petals under the slightly chaotic scripture, Ning Que was not afraid, and swung a knife before cutting.

This time he didn't split the word, but wrote a word in the sky.

He wrote very casually, and he didn't even know what that word was.

Even if the Buddha died, he can know it for five hundred years, and it is impossible to guess it.

The strokes drawn by the iron knife on the scriptures are more like graffiti.

No matter how simple and easy to understand the scriptures are, as long as the urchin scribbles a few ink stains on them, it will make the most educated monks unable to understand the meaning.

The Buddhist scriptures were thus broken by Ning Que's chaotic sword.

He is a monster cultivated by the Master and Yan Se. He does not belong to the world of Haotian, let alone the world of the Buddha. The place he does not want to stay the most is the Western Paradise.

Using words to deal with Ning Que is like cutting fish meat in front of the master’s door and selling hot and sour noodle soup in front of Lane 47.

He took the knife back into its sheath, looked at Sangsang and said, "You still don't take action?"

Sangsang didn't know what he was thinking and ignored him.

Ning Que shook off the petals from the **** umbrella and held it on her head to block the Buddha's light for her.

Sangsang frowned slightly, and said, "How can these methods get me?"

Ning Que said: "Look at your little face, why bother to try hard."

Sangsang said: "I am already strong, so why bother?"

Ning Que thought, it is Haotian who loves face too much, and he has to hold on at this time.

He stuffed the handle of the umbrella into her hand, looked at the top of the mountain and shouted: "Let's give up, don't we succeed?"

Sangsang frowned again, somewhat unhappy.

Ning Que said solemnly: "Look at me, you never know what face is."

Xuankongsi knew that Haotian could not give up, so he would not give up either. The answer to Ning Que was the ringing of bells over the mountains and cliffs, the endless solemn chanting of scriptures, and a sound.

"Since it is fighting with the sky, why should the college stand beside the sky?"

This voice is quiet and majestic, carefully tasted, as if it can only be described in magnificent words, and the question is directed to the most fundamental place, which is difficult for anyone to answer.

Hearing this, Ning Que laughed out loudly: "The first seat you should be buried in the soil, and you are so angry when you speak. It is really admirable."

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