Nightfall Chapter 153: Cultivation of Buddha (re-medium)

(It’s rare to hit the night again, which shows that my current control ability is indeed greatly improved, but sometimes I feel very sorry, because the time I hit it again is often when I am most emotional. The chapters in, have always been content that I think are good, such as this chapter, please taste it. In addition, today is Monday, please vote for your recommendation, thank you.)

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Through his eyes, Sangsang can see Foshan as old, the cliffs have slightly changed shape, the wilderness is as old, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are still chanting Buddhas there, and the green lion is still so angry. She didn't know if it would be tired in the first year, suddenly she wanted to know how Ning Que spent these three years.

"How did you get there? You don’t know how this broken mountain is so hard. If you let those old farmers in the southern country see it, it’s so hard. I might look down on me so much, but I’m really tired, what should I do when I’m tired? Just rest and chant, just like how hungry you have to eat."

Ning Que's speech speed is very fast, and his pitch fluctuates very loudly, as if he is telling something very surprising. In fact, it's just because he hasn't spoken to anyone for three years.

Sangsang was silent for a moment, showing no emotion, and asked: "What are you eating?"

For three years, all Ning Que could hear was the sound of iron knives falling on the cliffs, the sound of green lions roaring in the wilderness, the sound of wind blowing on rocks, the cicadas and frogs in the pond below the mountain, and The voice of myself talking to myself, when I finally heard Sangsang's voice, I felt as if I had eaten a pot of Tongtian pills, and I was soothing all over, and I wanted to float into the depths of the sky lightly, not wonderful.

"What to eat? Hey, don’t tell me, there are a lot of delicious things in this shabby place, boiled frogs in clean water, fried frogs, fried frogs, grilled frogs, raw frogs, changed patterns, no weight Of!"

When Sangsang was a child, I heard Ning Que say that there is a kind of people in his world who make money by talking. Those people often speak quickly. And he likes to rhyme and repeat, or to say that he likes and is good at playing tricks. At this moment, listening to the long list of words about frogs in Ning Que's mouth, I think he is probably learning from those people.

Ning Que didn't know what she was thinking, because he didn't have time to feel it. He just talked happily about his life in the past three years, spitting. It seems to be more than sweat.

He proudly said: "Yes, there is oil, of course there must be oil... This is full of wild lotus, I squeezed some lotus seed oil myself, whether it is used for mixing wild vegetables or frying frogs, it is delicious."

Sangsang said: "You should eat something vegetarian."

Ning Que said furiously, "Don’t worry. I have never forgotten the combination of meat and vegetables. Stewed lotus root, fried lotus root, freshly peeled lotus seeds are crunchy, yet not bitter! In fact, my favorite food is I know it, whether it's wrapped in lotus leaves or fried, it smells delicious... just think of the third sister. Some can't make the mouth."

Three years later, he is so thin and dark. It didn't seem to be any different from the poor serfs below the Xuankong Temple, contrary to him. Sangsang felt much better. The three poisons of greed, anger, ignorance and ignorance were still there, but he was calmer, there should be no danger of poisoning, and he was no longer as weak as before he fell asleep.

Sangsang can see him, can imagine how hard he has been in the past three years, listening to him happily telling me at this time, I feel that he is very pitiful, the emotion is so strong that she feels Some grief, if you can cry, you will shed tears.

Ning Que felt the sorrow and sorrow that came from his heart, and after a moment of silence, he smiled and said: "Don't worry, you know I am very good at living in the wild, I didn't do this often when I was young?"

Sangsang didn't speak, thinking about how lonely you were in Minshan when you were a child, at least you still have me by your side, and now you still carry me, but I haven't been there in these three years.

Ning Que was still thinking about it, she listened quietly, and gradually narrowed her eyes, that was a smile, and then she felt a little warm and gentle, and then she frowned in his heart.

Sangsang was silent for a long time, and then said: "I am a little tired and want to sleep a little longer."

Ning Que didn't expect it, but after a daze, he smiled and said, "Okay."

Sangsang started to fall asleep again.

This time, she slept for a full ten years.

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Ten years later, Sangsang woke up.

This time she found that the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness have not changed, but the mountain in front of her has changed a lot. Ning Que has repaired the Buddha's feet with an iron knife and is re-cutting the clothes on the Buddha's body. , The iron knife kept cutting between the cliffs, and a line of clothes slowly took shape.

Compared with the awkwardness and bluntness when he first started practicing Buddha, Ning Que's technique is now a lot more proficient, and his iron sword can walk freely, just like the most experienced engravers in the small town in front of Lanke Temple.

The improvement in the carving technique is the result of time and hard work. Thirteen years have passed. Ning Que has no idea how many iron knives have been wielded, and his sweat is everywhere on the cliffs.

Ning Que felt her body a little stiff when she woke up, and she was silent for a long time. He slowly inserted the iron knife into the crack in the cliff wall, reached out and patted her buttocks, smiled and said, "Wake up? "

"Yes." Sangsang said.

"Then I'll take a rest." Ning Que sighed, a little tired and satisfied, took her off and held her in his arms, walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, looking at the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness.

Buddha and Bodhisattva chanting for 13 years, the Buddha light in the golden pond is a masterpiece. If the three poisons in the body of Sangsang are not removed, I am afraid that he will die on the spot in these Buddha lights.

The green lion screamed at the cliff, and the clouds in the sky shattered.

Ning Que looked at the angry Lioness, and said with a smile: "What is your name Chun? My wife woke up, and I didn't wake up from your anger. Shouldn't it be me who should call Chun at this time?" /

Sangsang looked at the lines on the hem of the Buddha's placket, and didn't think it was a cassock at all, and asked: "You have to repair the Buddha's clothes by the way when you cultivate the Buddha?"

Ning Que said: "You must do things carefully. How can such details go wrong."

Sangsang asked: "If you don't wear a robes, you are also a Buddha?"

Ning Que said: "Why does the Buddha have to wear a robe?"

Sangsang asked: "Then what does this Buddha wear?"

Ning Que thought about the clothes he designed, and said proudly: "You'll know the day you carve it out. You must like it."

Sangsang said after a moment of silence: "Your clothes are also torn."

As a walking academy, Ning Que naturally wore a college uniform when he walked around the world. The uniform he picked at the beginning was black, which was very dirty, and the uniform was very strong and could not be torn by ordinary attacks. So in those years, there was basically no change. Only when it was dirty, I just washed it.

At the beginning, he was imprisoned by Sangsang in the Xiling Temple, and he was severely cut. The uniform is not on him. Later, he was thrown to him by Sangsang. This black uniform has accompanied him in the chessboard world for countless years, and there is still no rotten or tattered one. In the past 13 years, the uniform has been worn out. It doesn't look like it.

This shows how hard he has been and how much he has done over the years.

Now Ning Que is very dark and thin. There are very thick cocoons in his hands, more like a farmer.

But his eyes are very bright, because as Sangsang’s poison is gradually cleared, his mood is getting better, his spirit is getting stronger and stronger, and his feelings are getting stronger.

"I have made a lot of new dishes over the years."

I feel that Sangsang’s situation has indeed improved a lot. Ning Que was very happy. Holding her body, pointing to the pond below the mountain happily said: "I always thought that there were no fish in the pond, but later I found out that there were indeed in the depths of the lotus field. I made a pot of fish soup. Fresh...it's nothing to say."

He clicked his mouth, reminiscing about the delicacy of the pot of fish soup at the time, and immediately lost his emotions. Said: "Unfortunately there are too few fish. It's not easy to catch, and I don't have much time."

Sangsang was silent for a long time. Said: "I'm a little tired, I will sleep a little longer."

After saying this, she began to fall asleep again, not knowing how many teenagers would she wake up again.

Ning Que looked at her face in his arms with a sluggish expression. It took a long time to squeeze out a smile and said: "Sleep well, I will take care of the things here."

Sangsang kept sleeping, which reminded him that when she was seriously ill and dying, there was a shadow in his heart, but thinking that Sangsang did get better, he thought that the three poisons planted by the Buddha were too powerful. Take some time.

He felt a little tired. He sat on the edge of the cliff and looked at the wilderness. He was silent for a long time. The body he held in his arms was so tall, but his back was so lonely.

Exhaustion and pain are not difficult, because there is hope, the most difficult thing in the world is loneliness. He has been practicing Buddhism for 13 years, and he only said a few words with Sangsang. This is loneliness.

Because of emotional problems, Ning Que lavishly gave himself a whole day's vacation. It was not until the morning light emerged from the edge of the dark sky but quickly disappeared that he woke up.

He stretched, his muscles and skeletal joints that were over strained made a pungent rubbing sound, and then he lowered his head and kissed Sangsang's round cheek a few hardly, squeaking.

"Black...pig."

"Black...pig."

"La, la la, la la la la! la la la la! la... la!"

"La, la la, la la la la! la la la la! la... la! Black... pig!"

In the lonely song, he carried Sangsang on his back, tied a **** umbrella, and wielded an iron knife. He climbed up and down the cliffs, cutting back and forth with great skill, carving out new lines after another.

The Buddha has two delicate feet.

The Buddha's robes gradually changed their appearance, appearing a little elegant, simple in style, dragging the skirt, like someone wearing a large maid costume on a small body.

Three years later, Sangsang woke up.

She looked at this familiar waitress and was silent.

Ning Que bit the lotus branch and asked: "How do you feel? Does it look like?"

Sangsang said: "I will wear it now, it will definitely not be so loose."

Ning Que said: "Although your figure has changed, in my eyes, you are still the same as you were then."

Sangsang said: "Where have you been repaired?"

Ning Que pointed to the top of the mountain and said, "Tomorrow we will start to shave the face of the Buddha."

Sangsang was a little surprised, and what was a little surprised was that she did not express joy.

She said: "A lot faster than the previous years."

Ning Que said with a smile: "Without it, only hands are familiar."

Sangsang said: "It can be over after repairing?"

Ning Que said: "Of course, it will be over soon."

Sangsang was silent for a long time and said: "Yes, everything is almost over."

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