Nightfall Chapter 116: A green pear five hundred years old

After saying this, Sangsang’s breath suddenly changed. She was still standing on the cliff, under the pear tree, next to Ning Que, sharing an umbrella, but in Ning Que’s In her eyes, she seemed to have become countless times taller in an instant, as if she was about to touch the sky, condescendingly overlooking the white tower in the sky.

Faced with the Buddha's supreme means, she responded with the infinite Buddha sect. Ning Que has seen the immeasurable of the master and the immeasurable of the drunkard. Only her immeasurable is the real immeasurable.

The Hanging Temple felt her changes, the bells over the cliffs, and the chanting of scriptures from countless temples did not stop because of this. Instead, it became louder as her breath changed.

The scriptures chanted by the monks in the temple are as heavy as a temple. The flying rocks of the east and west peaks are gradually falling. The bodies of tens of thousands of monks are shaking and restless. .

Ning Que found that Sangsang's face was a little pale, and couldn't help being very worried. Sangsang knew what he was thinking, and said calmly: "This is my world, no one should try to trap me."

However, this is the Kingdom of Buddhism, a big world.

As the bells of the Xuankong Temple rang, the 72 temples in the autumn rain in Chaoyang City ringed bells at the same time; Washan Lanke Temple on the very distant sea began to ring; the Wanyan Pagoda Temple in Chang'an did not Qiuyan sings alone, but there is a bell; the Red Lotus Temple, which has long been turned into ruins, has only one waste bell that has been burnt to deformation. At this time, under the blowing of the autumn wind, it also starts to make a sound, sobbing like a ghost crying.

There is a ruined temple outside the capital of Yan State, which has been abandoned for many years. Since last year, more than a dozen women who lost their husbands and children have been driven out of their homes by their families, taking away their land and houses. The women gathered in the ruined temple, and they used tiles to shave off their gray hair, accompanied by the disabled. The lamp broke the Buddha, desperately preparing to spend the rest of his life here, or suddenly died at the hands of a robber one night.

Today, they suddenly heard a very distant bell.

Women have long lost any hope of being tortured by the cold and cruel life, but the sound of the bell seemed to infuse some strength into their bodies. They stood up and ran to the broken bell behind the nunnery. Clenched fists kept slamming against the clock face, hitting their fists with blood spattered, as if they wanted to vent their resentment and despair over the years, in order to find comfort in the afterlife.

The sound of the broken clock was dumb and ugly, like they were howling and crying.

In Chaoyang City, countless monks kneeled in front of the Buddha statue and kept chanting and reading scriptures, countless believers kneeled in front of the disappeared lake and white pagoda, praying to the Buddha constantly;

In the Wanyan Pagoda Temple in Chang'an City, the monks listened to the bell ringing behind the courtyard in amazement, and the stone statues seemed to be alive. In Washan Lanke Temple, the abbot of the sea-watching monk looked solemn, kneeled and remained silent at the remnants of the Buddha statue on the peak.

In the urban and rural areas, all people who have been blessed by ascetic monks, whether old women or young children, knelt down in the ubiquitous bells and prayed to the Buddha who did not know where.

The sound of bells, scriptures, and prayers sounded in every corner of the world. The world is the kingdom of Buddha. As long as you believe in the Buddha, then people will enter the big world he left behind.

Western Paradise.

Sangsang's face became whiter and paler. She still underestimated the Buddha's power, but she didn't panic, because since these were the Buddha's arrangements, then the Buddha must have not died.

Then you only need to find the Buddha and really kill him, the paradise that the Buddha laid on the earth will naturally be destroyed, and all these methods will become dreamy bubbles and cease to exist.

And she has found out where the Buddha is.

Ning Que looked at her expression, very worried.

Sangsang suddenly turned to look at him, and said, "Eat the green pear in your sleeve."

Ning Que was stunned. There was indeed a green pear in his sleeve. It was the first fruit of a pear tree by the cliff. But why did she eat the green pear by herself?

Soon he thought he understood what Sangsang meant, just like under the Buddha statue of Washan, in the cave of Master Qishan that year, as long as he eats green pear, he can enter the Buddha's chessboard.

Entering that chessboard can you leave the Buddha's Western Paradise?

Ning Que trusts Sangsang very much. It has nothing to do with the relationship between her husband and wife, but because she is Haotian and can do everything in the world. However, she can’t help but hesitate at this time, because after eating green pear last time, he and Sangsang It is the consciousness or soul that enters the chessboard, but the body is still outside the chessboard, and even if Sangsang uses his supernatural powers to let the body and soul of the two enter the chessboard at the same time, what kind of danger will there be in the chessboard?

He looked at the chess board taken out of his luggage and looked at the somewhat vague chess routes on it, and came up with a terrible guess. What should the Buddha do if he hides in this chess board?

"Nothing in case, Buddha is on the chessboard."

Sangsang put away the **** umbrella, looked at the petals of the scriptures falling from the sky, watched the Buddha's light emerging from the cliffs, covering himself and Ning Que's body, looked at the slowly falling white pagoda, and said: "I came to this mountain, the hanging temple is quiet, the Buddha is speechless, because I am Haotian, where would they dare to move me?"

Ning Que asked puzzledly: "Then why are you moving now?"

Sangsang looked at him and said: "Because the pears on the tree are ripe, you picked them in your hands."

Ning Que looked at the little green pear in his right hand, and at the chessboard in his left hand, vaguely figured out something. Back then, there were many powerful masters in Lanke Temple, and Buddha's artifacts and statues were all captured by the second brothers. Destroyed, only the chessboard remained silent. At this time, it was really problematic.

"When the green pears are ripe, you can enter the chessboard and you can see the Buddha's real body. The monks in the mountains began to fear, and the Buddha began to fear, so after fighting for ten thousand years, I must stop you and me."

"When I entered the chessboard at Lanke Temple, why didn't I see the Buddha?"

"I didn't wake up yet, so I couldn't see him, and it didn't make sense for him to see me."

"Meaning? Is the Buddha waiting to see you as Haotian?"

"Not bad."

Sangsang looked at the chessboard in his hand, thinking that it’s no wonder that there is no trace of the Buddha in the world, no wonder that when looking around in the Xuankong Temple, Tianxin always has to fall back to Ning Que's side-it turns out that it’s not me. Not to drive this man, but because I have already noticed that the Buddha is hidden in the chessboard, which is good.

Ning Que felt that the chessboard in his hand suddenly became very heavy. Whoever knew that he was holding the Buddha's post-nirvana world, or the Buddha's coffin, would feel this way.

"Knowing that the Buddha is inside, shall we go in?" He was a little uneasy.

Sangsang said: "I came to kill the Buddha, knowing where the Buddha is, of course I want to go."

Ning Que was still about to say something. Suddenly he felt that there was something in his mouth. Then, the sweet and sweet pear juice poured into his abdomen down his throat, and that green pear was eaten by him.

The wood has become a boat, the rice has become a porridge, the pears have fallen, and there is no way to change what has happened. He quickly accepted this cruel reality and walked towards the green trees on the cliff.

"What are you going to do?" Sangsang asked.

Ning Que reached out to pick the pears and said, "You haven't eaten them yet."

Sangsang said: "I don't need it. I have entered this chessboard, and the chessboard is also my world."

After saying this, there was a chess piece between her fingers.

Several years ago, in Lan Keshan, she played the last game of Washan three games with Master Qishan. The master asked her to choose a son. She did not hesitate to choose a black one, which made the master very embarrassed.

Two years ago, on the wasteland, the chess piece she held in her hand had changed from black to white. The master in the carriage saw this scene, so the world changed color, and the master knew all the causes and consequences and began to take her He and Ning Que went on that long earthly journey to make arrangements for Haotian to come to earth.

The chess piece has been in Sangsang's hands, but now I can't tell what color it is. It seems to be black and white. It changes randomly over time, as if heaven's will is unpredictable.

Ning Que looked at the chess piece in her hand, remembering many things, and drew the chessboard in silence.

She put the chess piece on the chessboard.

There was no sound and no wind.

The figures of Ning Que and Sangsang disappeared without a trace on the cliff.

The chessboard stayed in the air for a while, and then fell on the cliff, splashing a few strands of rain.

A few wisps of rain flowed out of the cliff and turned into several big waterfalls, thundering in the valley.

Without being blocked by Tianwei, the white pagoda from Chaoyang City fell through the air and fell heavily on the chessboard. Accompanied by a loud noise, it flew to the old temple behind the cliff.

The old temple was shattered into ruins, and the road leading to the cliff cave was blocked by the white tower.

The chessboard bounced on the cliff for a few times, and then stood still, creating a very soft wind.

The breeze blew by, and the green trees on the edge of the cliff kept shaking, dropping countless small green pears.

Before the white pagoda broke the clouds, water from Wanqing Lake came from Chaoyang City, washing the cliffs like a torrential rain, but it was unable to knock down a single green pear. At this time, these green pears fell like rain with the breeze.

Papa Papa Papa, in the rain-like noise, green pears fell on the cliff softened by the rain, and were instantly shattered into juice, leaving only hundreds of pear cores.

The pear core was blown by the breeze, following the several big waterfalls, falling into the abyss below the mountain, and could never be found again.

This pear tree was planted by the Buddha himself. It bloomed five hundred years ago, and it will bear fruit in five days. It will fall to the ground in five quarters and become flocculent. It will drift with the flow and will never be seen again.

For countless years in the Hanging Temple, only three green pears remained.

When Master Qishan left the Xuankong Temple, he brought all three green pears to the world. Because he was the illegitimate son of the first lecturer of that generation, he was not punished.

The first green pear was used by Master Qishan to treat tens of thousands of victims suffering from epidemics after the floods in the Southern Jin Dynasty. Because of this, his Zen mind was backlashed and his realm was lost and he became a waste.

The second green pear was used by Master Qishan to enlighten the son of Liansheng in the temple. Lian was born on the wall next to the pear tree on the cliff of Xuankong Temple and enlightened him.

The third green pear was eaten by Sangsang and Ning, letting the master know Sangsang's identity, and a **** escape journey began.

Five hundred years later, the green pear blossoms of the Xuankong Temple were in full bloom, bearing hundreds of green fruits. Only one survived and was eaten by Ning Que. This time, the things to be decided are relatively simple.

This green pear will decide a life or death.

The life and death of Haotian and Buddha.

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(This is the first chapter. There will definitely be a lot more today. Yesterday I said that there will be an outbreak. Naturally, I have to work hard. I just write more carefully, my hands are slightly tired, and the speed will be slower. I will continue to work hard.) ( To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)