Nightfall Chapter 138: With a black umbrella, it’s hard to separate

In the records of the Buddhist scriptures, there is a great virtue with a handsome face and a very similar face to the Buddha. Countless believers mistakenly believe that he is the Buddha and vie for worship. The great virtue is ashamed, and they mistaken the common people, so they cut their face with a sharp knife. He has become extremely ugly. When he goes out, he must hide his face and walk. Whenever he encounters a child, he will be thrown a stone, and when a vicious dog is barked and bitten, he was once very popular with the world. , Allowing the world to humiliate Europe and beat them without fighting back, idiotic and gratifying, eventually became a Buddha, with great supernatural powers, is to hide the face of the Buddha.

Ning Que didn’t understand why the Qingban monk just wiped it with his sleeves and became the true Buddha seat in the legend. After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice, “You are dead, even if you become a Buddha here, You are still dead. Since you are a dead person, how can you keep us?"

"Thinking is mind, and mind is strength. I don't want you to go, so you have to stay."

The green board monk hides his face with sleeves, his face has no eyes or lips, but he can speak. There is a breath of compassion in his words, a solemn atmosphere, and the Buddha's light comes out through his sleeves, extremely gorgeous.

When the voice fell, the monk's sleeve fell on Ning Que's face, and there was endless Buddha's prestige.

Ning Que had been prepared long ago, and with a sharp sound, the iron sword came out of its sheath and cut across the air.

The monk's sleeve and the iron knife met, silently, but the autumn trees on the lakeside were bent down by the strong wind, and only a dense rattling sound was heard, and countless trees broke and broke, revealing white stubble.

A touch of monk sleeves fluttered in the wind.

The iron sword came out through the sleeves and landed on the neck of the green board monk. The body of the dark sword turned red at some unknown time. There were countless high temperatures, and the Suzaku whistled in the flames.

The green board monk has no facial features on his face and it is difficult to express emotions, but at this time, he can clearly see the word shock.

He couldn't understand why Ning Que's iron sword could break Buddha's prestige so easily.

"In the city of Chang'an, I killed you once. I was in the sea of ​​knowledge and I proved to you that there is no Buddha in my heart. Now I have practiced Buddha for many years. I still do this."

Ning Que slashed the blade of the green board monk's neck and said, "So I can kill you again."

The blade retracted, and the head of the green board monk fell from between his shoulders, like a ripe fruit, and fell on the floor, rolling down to the broken tree by the lake.

The green board monk's body is still standing, and there are countless golden liquids flowing in the neck cavity. Slowly evaporated into the air.

Under the tree, the five senses reappeared on the face of the green monk.

He blinked his eyes with difficulty, remembering the scene of reading the scriptures and rituals in the White Pagoda for countless years before realizing that everything was empty.

He looked at the far east, showing mixed emotions, a little confused. A little sad, and then slowly closed his eyes, presumably never opening them again.

It wasn't until this time that the Qingban monk or Shishi really woke up and died.

Suddenly many cracks appeared on the surface of the headless body left by the green board monk. The cracks widened, and golden liquid flowed out from it, and it melted in the wind. Become the purest Buddha-nature brilliance.

Ning Que silently looked at the picture in front of him, without noticing that Sangsang, who was sitting by the lake behind him, frowned slightly and his face paled when he looked at the golden Buddha nature.

Besides the reasons he said before, the most important thing to slay the Masked Buddha with a single blow is that he has become very powerful now, so powerful that it exceeds his own imagination.

In the Xiling Temple. He was mutilated by Sangsang. He was resurrected with Haotian divine power, and waited for countless times of Yijin Washing. There is no dirt in his body now, it is unimaginable purity.

In the cliff cave of the Xuankong Temple, he completed the homework assigned by Master Liansheng-if you want to cultivate the devil, you must cultivate the Buddha first. The two sects of the Buddha and the devil originated from the greed of the sky and the sun, and there is a faint connection between them. , How powerful.

According to Liansheng’s words back then, all the magical ways are accommodating to the divine realm, and his Buddha and the magical ways are accommodating, coupled with the Master’s teachings, the awe-inspiring has reached the peak, and he has even vaguely seen the threshold!

Now he can kill people with his meditation, and even more with a knife. Not to mention the pseudo-buddha of the Qingban monk, who is the powerful elder of the Xuankong Temple Discipline Academy. He can also kill with a sword. .

Sangsang whispered by the lakeside: "It turned out to be like this."

She has seen through the sky, and naturally saw through everything in the world. Chaoyang City is fake, the White Pagoda Temple is fake, the lone tree and black crow in the small courtyard are also fake, so the vegetables in the vegetable market, the kitchen The kimchi jars here are naturally fake. If they are all fake, then who is the real one?

This is the world on the chessboard.

On the cliff of Xuankong Temple, she took Ning Que into the chessboard to find the Buddha, but she missed it for a thousand years, just like she did when she entered the chessboard at Lanke Temple.

I don't know if I am a guest in my dream.

At the time she was on that mountain and saw the truth and the illusion, and experienced endless loneliness, with no one to accompany and no one to speak.

Compared with the previous year, there was one more person next to her this time, and she didn't seem to be so lonely anymore, but she understood better that without that person, the Buddha would not be able to trap herself for so many years.

She stood up, looked at Ning Que quietly, and said: "A green pear has come into a dream. How many years we have wasted here, how many years have you missed me."

Ning Que ignored her, just wondering how many years the two of them had lived in this chessboard world. The more I thought about it, the more I felt a little uneasy, because the pictures of the first few years were blurred because of the long years.

"Master Qishan said back then that entering from the front of the chessboard is a year in a flash, and entering from the back of the chessboard is a year in a flash. Where did we enter from? How many years have passed outside?"

Sangsang was about to get angry, but listening to Ning Que's question, he realized that he didn't care about being angry. After a moment of silence, he said, "Since I came in, how can Buddha be so comfortable."

Ning Que asked: "Can you roughly calculate it?"

Sangsang thought for a while, and said: "No more than a few years at most."

Ning Que has no way to understand the concept of the level of time flow, even if he has reached the peak of his fate, but for Haotian, this is not too difficult.

"Very dangerous."

Sangsang looked at the far east and said: "Nearly lost in time."

"Fortunately, I woke up."

Ning Que looked at the sky, thinking about the sound of the axe, a little puzzled.

Now he naturally understands that cultivating Buddha in the White Pagoda Temple is a very dangerous thing. He gradually became obsessed with Buddhism. If it is another practitioner, no matter how high it is. It's hard to wake up from that quiet and joyful world. If you can't wake up, you can't break through the world of this chessboard, and you can't go back to the real world.

Fortunately, there are residual fragments of consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Lian Sheng is an eminent monk of Taoism and a madman of blood. He was obsessed with Buddha, and hated Buddha even more. Only such a miraculous existence. In order to maintain clarity in the boundless Dharma, he kept hacking his head with the fragments of consciousness into a sharp axe, wanting to wake him up with pain, then where did that axe in the sky come from, and who wants to alert him?

Sangsang said: "If you can't wake up, I will probably never wake up. In this case, then what you owe me will be offset by this, and I will not punish you."

Ning Que knew what she meant. Without him, how could she have nostalgia for the world, how could the secular days bind her so deeply, how could the chessboard trap her.

He smiled and said nothing.

At this moment, several rays of light suddenly appeared on the dark sky.

Ning Que looked slightly cold. Last time at Lanke Temple, he also saw these pure lights on the chessboard, knowing that every light is the rule of the chessboard world.

The rules of the world are collapsing, it is the most terrifying force.

He is not afraid, he has experience dealing with this situation.

He took out the **** umbrella and said to Sangsang: "Let's go?"

He used interrogative sentences, didn't say go directly, and didn't have any emotions. It's because he is a little nervous. He was a little worried that she still wanted to stay on the chessboard, continue to search for the Buddha and kill him, the seemingly impossible task. I was also worried that she would return to the kingdom of God after leaving the chessboard and returning to the world.

According to Sangsang’s previous rules of conduct, she would definitely choose to stay in the chessboard world and continue to search for the Buddha—that mighty enemy unknowingly trapped her for hundreds or even thousands of years—the more so, she The more I must kill the Buddha, because she is the great Haotian.

Today, her performance was a little beyond Ning Que's expectation. She walked to his side and said calmly, "Go."

Ning Que was startled, and handed the umbrella over.

With a soft sound, Sangsang opened the **** umbrella, as if opening up the night.

Ye Se covered her and Ning Que all in.

An instant has passed, an instant has passed, a moment has passed, a flick has passed, a moment has passed, a moment has passed, a day and a night have passed.

As if countless calamities had passed, the black umbrella was still on the lakeshore, Ning Que and Sangsang were still under the umbrella, nothing happened, they could not leave, they were still on the chessboard.

Ning Que remembered the words the Qingban Monk said before he died: I don't want you to go.

The world doesn't want them to go.

His face was pale, and the hand holding Sangsang trembled slightly.

But, why is this?

In Lanke Temple, they entered the chessboard, the rules of the world chased Sangsang, they opened up the black umbrella, the rules of the world could no longer find them, and they disappeared.

Why did you open the black umbrella today but didn't leave?

Sangsang looked at the dark sky and said after a moment of silence: "I can't perceive the outside world."

She is the rule. As long as she can communicate with the rules of the world outside the chessboard, she can return to the world, just like she can return to the Haotian Divine Kingdom even if she dies. This is the same reason.

The **** umbrella can make the rules of this world unable to find them, and it can also help her communicate with the rules of the outside world. If she can't perceive it, then there are only two possibilities.

The umbrella is broken, or something is wrong with her.

The **** umbrella is not broken, then Sangsang has a problem.

Without waiting for Ning Que to ask, she said: "I'm much weaker."

She looked a little confused.

Even though she was infused with the power of the world by the master, even though Ning Que was brought into the world, she became weaker and weaker, but she still looked indifferent and extremely confident.

Because she is very strong, even if she is weaker, she is still unimaginable.

But now, she found that she was really weak, weak to an unimaginable level.

She closed her eyes and began to think about the reason.

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