Nightfall Chapter 117: The other end of the board

The breeze is blowing between the cliffs and the white pagoda is born between the chaotic eaves of the ruined temple. It is not as dazzling as it is admired and loved by the people on the Chaoyangcheng Lake. It is so dim that it feels decadent.

The torrential rain dropped countless leaves, and the wind swept down hundreds of fruits. The green branches along the cliff were scattered and pitiful like an unclothed woman. The waterfall under the cliff seemed to laugh at it with a loud voice.

The chessboard is lying in the rain on the cliff.

The clouds covering the sky have disappeared, the Buddha's light on the cliff is gone, the golden scriptures are scattered with the clouds, no more petals fall, and the bells and the sound of the scriptures in the temple have stopped.

The black and heavy monks walked out of the various temples of the Hanging Temple, looking at the cliff above, and gradually returning to the temple with anxiety, each returning to the temple, restarting their daily tasks.

The bells of countless temples in the world have also stopped. The elders and abbots in the temples looked at the Buddha statues with a speechless expression. Suddenly, a guest monk came to report that the princess of a certain county or a certain prince came to offer incense.

Regardless of whether the elder or the abbot heard this, his face quickly changed, and he put on the appearance of an eminent monk, and moved forward to meet him, ecstatically thinking how much incense money should be collected today, of course, Don't show too much smoke, lest the nobles don't like it, you still remember who the Buddha is at this time.

Countless believers in the world also woke up. They rubbed their broken foreheads and looked around in a panic, wondering what had happened before.

An old woman suddenly listened to the cry of her grandson. Looking back, she saw her good grandson roll down under the bed, knocking a bag on her forehead very similar to her forehead, she couldn't help but panic.

She hurriedly got up with her somewhat sore body, took her grandson into her arms and kept coaxing, kicking around the ground, saying that the place was not good. At this time, no one remembered who the Buddha was.

In the Po-An Hall outside the capital of Yan State, the women looked at the broken bell that couldn't be slammed no matter how much they slammed. The expressions on their faces were extremely horrified. Couldn't they hear the bell anymore? Suddenly, they began to cry bitterly. Even if they can get more blessings in the next life, how should they live this miserable life in this life? They walked back to the straw-paved room in despair, kneeling with their hands together and praying to the Buddha.

In the wilderness at the bottom of the tiankeng, millions of people kneeling on the ground also woke up. The nobles found themselves kneeling with the untouchables. They couldn’t help being very angry. They waved the whip in their hands. A dozen blood stains were drawn from several serfs, and they felt better.

Those serfs were given more than a dozen whips and were very painful, but they dared not resist, and supported their tired bodies to do their work. Until late at night, they had eaten terrible food and began to confront the Buddha before going to bed. Stop praying and pray silently for the kind Buddha to take him to the Western Paradise.

Religion in the world is like this in many cases. Both the Buddha and Haotian are easily forgotten. Of course, sometimes it is difficult to forget.

Happy people tend to forget their beliefs, but this is the last hope of the unfortunate. From this perspective, beliefs may be good, but at the same time they mean bad.

Or because of this, there will be such a group of unbelievers at the back of the college.

There are many people who can understand this truth, but because of their position and position, those people cannot and dare not express their opinions on this issue.

Master Huang Yang walked out of the Zen room, listening to the chanting from the mountain peak, feeling the tranquility emanating from the countless temples, and found that nothing happened here.

A lot has actually happened.

Sangsang and Ning Que entered the chessboard by themselves, but from the perspective of Xuankong Temple, it is natural that the Buddha, with the supreme Dharma, put Haotian and her attendants on the chessboard, and is transforming them.

Master Huang Yang's monk's clothes fluttered, and he went straight up the mountain road before he came to the cliff.

He is going to pick up the chessboard because Ning Que is on the chessboard.

Ning Que was too important to Tang Guo, he couldn't watch him die.

Master Huang Yang is a Buddhist monk, but first of all, he is from the Tang Dynasty.

At this moment, there was a quiet and majestic voice in the distance: "As I heard: There is a mountain named Prajna, its weight is one hundred and eight thousand times the sky abandoned mountain..."

This voice came from the ground on the remote cliff wall, from the first lecturer.

This is the supreme method of Buddhism: speak and follow the law.

At the White Tower Temple in Chaoyang City, the first lecturer told the elder brother this passage.

This verse describes a mountain named Prajna.

The giant peak where the Hanging Temple is located is Prajna.

As soon as the words of the Buddha came out, there was an echo and a response from the cliff. The majestic Prajna Mountain suddenly became heavier, and Master Huang Yang, who flew over the mountain road, suddenly stopped.

With a click, Master Huang Yang broke his leg bones, and was seriously injured by the mountain itself!

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Above the cliff on the edge of the Tiankeng.

The body of the first man in the lecture was still buried in the ground, and only his head was on the ground. His two white eyebrows were drooped in the dust, and his face was pale and very weak.

The first seat was melted into the earth by Sangsang's magical powers. These days, he was struggling to support him under the squeezing of the earth's endless power, and he was already tired.

A gust of autumn breeze blows, and the very light aroma of wine permeates the wind in the wasteland. The alcoholic who is still wearing the scribe's gown, just appears in front of the head of the lecturer.

The alcoholic didn't look at the funny appearance of the first seat at this time, but stared at the location of the cliffs between the giant peaks, his face was very pale, and his eyes were full of horror.

The first seat looked up at him with difficulty and said, "It seems you already know what happened."

The drunkard’s face was very ugly, and he said: "Such a big movement, the whole world knows, even if I want to pretend not to know, how can I?"

He has been in the small town between Yan and Song when the bells are ringing everywhere in the world. However, even with the butcher, he still feels extremely upset and drank tea with the boss for a long time.

"I didn't expect that you really dare to attack Haotian." The drinker murmured.

The first seat said slowly: "This is the arrangement of the Buddha."

The alcoholic looked at the small crack under his neck, reached out his hand, picked up a stone, and threw it in.

The crack between the neck of the first seat and the ground instantly expanded. That's because the stone was swelling inside, which was the boundless realm of Buddhism.

After a while, the first lecturer climbed out of the ground, and the Buddha who was repaired to the vajra did not leave any scars, but the robes on his body, including the tin rod in his hand, had been crushed to powder by the earth, standing now In the autumn wind of the wasteland, there is not a single strand, where there is still the slightest appearance of a Buddhist monk.

The first person took a piece of clothing from the hand of a drinker and said: "Back then, you learned innumerable methods from the Buddha. I got out of trouble with this. Now I want to come, everything is Buddha's fate."

The drunkard said: "This is Haotian's world. The will of heaven is unpredictable. Naturally, there is no Buddhahood. If it weren't for her to go to the chessboard, I wouldn't be able to pull you out of the ground, so it's not Buddhahood, but heaven's will. "

The first seat said: "From today, there is no God's will, only Buddha."

The alcoholic said: "I don't know where your monk's confidence comes from."

The first seat said: "Follow me."

The two left the cliff and came to the cliff between the giant peaks.

The first person looked at the very shabby pear tree, and said after a long silence: "This tree was planted by the Buddha himself, and the pear is separated, which means separation from the world."

The drunkard said with a solemn expression: "When it blooms in five hundred years, is it five hundred years after Haotian goes?"

The first seat said: "I don't know how old it is, Haotian... can never return to the world."

The drinker raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "If Haotian kills the Buddha, he will naturally return."

The first seat calmly said: "The Buddha has Nirvana, how can he be killed?"

The drinker frowned. Until this time, no one knew whether the Buddha was alive or dead. This giant peak named Prajna was transformed by the Buddha's body. Where is the Buddha's consciousness?

The first seat knelt down on the chessboard in the rain and praised: "I know the Buddha five thousand years ago, and five thousand years later, he is not in the Xuankong Temple, not in the Buddha's body, but the Buddha is on this small chessboard. After waiting for Haotian for five thousand years, and finally waiting to meet today, what kind of wisdom and kindness is this?"

The drunkard's expression is weak, and he feels that he doesn't understand. If the Buddha's consciousness is indeed on the chessboard, why does it say that Haotian cannot be destroyed? What exactly is Nirvana?

Looking at the ordinary chessboard, he thought for a long time, but still got nothing.

This chessboard is the battlefield where the Buddha is waiting for Haotian. Unless the Master returns to the world, no one can enter, no one is qualified to participate, even he can't.

It is worth thinking about that when Haotian entered the chessboard, there was a person beside him. It was true that no one could enter the chessboard, but that person had already entered the chessboard in advance. How would he affect this war?

The alcoholic said: "There is a problem."

The first seat said: "What's the problem?"

The alcoholic said: "Someone."

In addition to heaven and Buddha, there are also individuals on the chessboard.

The first seat calmly said: "Although Ning Que's realm has improved quite quickly, but he can't know his fate, how can he be qualified to participate in this level of affairs?"

Zhiming is the pinnacle of the five levels of cultivation. However, the first lecturer and the alcoholic are the strongest people over the five levels. They will not care, even they can't touch the battle of the heavenly Buddha, let alone Ning Que .

The drinker said with a stern look: "Even if he can't influence things on the chessboard, he can influence the world outside the chessboard. How can the academy leave him on the chessboard?"

The academy has two masters and two strong men of more than five realms in the twenty-three years of cicada, and there is also Junmo who doesn’t know what realm he will reach when he initiates a surge. If these people know, the Buddha will Ning Que died trapped on the chessboard, what would they do? What will they do? Will Jun Mo go crazy?

The first person smiled and said: "The Lord has asked you to send a message. Isn't it just the situation today?"

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No one can think of where Sangsang and Ning Que are at this time, not even they themselves.

Looking at some familiar streets, but some impressions of the people's clothes were strange, the two remained silent for a long time, Ning Que thought about the matter, and even forgot to take in the **** umbrella.

There are many shrines along the street with statues of Buddha or venerables. Everywhere there is the smell of spices. There are spices for food and incense in front of the Buddha. People are very happy and happy.

He and Sangsang entered the chessboard, but arrived at Chaoyang City.

"What is going on?"

"You ask me, who shall I ask?"

Ning Que looked at Sangsang and sighed, "Of course you are going to ask the Buddha."

Sangsang put his hands on his back, walked into the street, and said: "Then you have to find him first."

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(Chapter two, my wife and I go walking the dog, take a break, and try to come out before one o’clock in the third chapter.) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)