Nightfall Chapter 154: Cultivating Buddha (Part 2)
"You are not curious why I can fix it so fast?"
"You said, you are familiar with it."
"Can't hear the kind words?"
"I haven't heard you speak for many years."
Ning Que was silent for a while and said, "I haven't heard you speak for many years."
Sangsang was also silent for a while, and said: "So, why?"
"Because my guess is correct. After sixteen years of practicing Buddhism, your poison is getting clearer and clearer. Although I haven't woken up, it makes me stronger and faster, naturally."
Ning Que said happily: "Of course, the most important reason is that my current carving technique is really good. You give me a piece of rotten wood. The objects I carve will sell for at least a few hundred taels of silver in the world. I am not only a master of Talisman now, I am also a master sculptor, no, a master of the generation."
Sangsang hummed softly, looking calm.
Ning Que was a little surprised, and said, "I said a lot of money, why don't you react?"
Sangsang screamed and said after a while: "I'm a little tired, I want to sleep a little longer."
Every time she wakes up and can't say a few words, she will fall asleep again. Ning Que is no longer as lost as the previous few times, thinking that although her heart poison is gradually gone, Sangsang is still weak, and she should really sleep a little longer. .
Sleep is the best way to recover your spirits-Sangsang has slept for sixteen years before and after, he has not slept in these sixteen years, sleepy and exhausted to an unimaginable level.
He took out the dried frog meat from his arms, tore off a few threads and stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing.
The fiber of frog meat is long and tender. As long as it is cooked properly, it will be very delicious, such as spicy pot, such as boiled green pepper, or grilled, but no matter how delicious it is, it will be eaten for many years, and finally in the mouth of diners The inside will always turn into wood residue, and those who are greedy will feel sick even after eating frogs for 16 years.
Ning Que did not vomit, his face was expressionless, and he chewed mechanically, looking very dull, until he chewed all the dry frog meat in his mouth into shreds, and then swallowed it.
The miserable experience in childhood made him soberly realize that the most difficult enemy of mankind is definitely not unpalatable food, but no food, because hunger is more terrifying than death.
Since the end of the last ten years, he seldom spends time on food. Time is too long and loneliness is too difficult. He spends all his time and energy on cultivating Buddha and wants to leave here earlier. So he caught a lot of frog meat in the golden pond, and then dried it on the cliff wall. The dried frog meat became his main food. There was no need to spend time processing it. Hungry. Take some out to eat.
The dried frog meat doesn't have any taste. No matter how chewed it is, there is no smell. It is difficult to swallow. He sat on the cliff and looked at the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the wilderness, using each other's pain as a seasoning.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness became more and more angry. As he repaired the Buddha's figure more and more unconvincingly, he also carved the clothes of a maid for the Buddha. This anger reached the top. The chanting sound that echoed between the heaven and the earth became more and more majestic, and the light of Buddha falling on his body became more and more terrifying.
The real horror is the lion hundreds of feet high.
The lion’s front hooves are full of blood and mud. It lowers the lion’s head and slowly licks the injured front hooves. It no longer screams like in previous years, but there is great dominance in the silence. Dangerous means.
A few days ago, the blue lion finally stepped into the golden pond. Although it failed to reach the bottom of the mountain, it only stepped through a few ponds and was stunned back to the wilderness by the Buddha's prohibition. But after all, it is progress.
The green lion did not become stronger, but the shape of the Buddha statue was gradually repaired under the iron sword of Ningque. The mana of the Buddha left here is gradually weakening, and the prohibition naturally weakens.
The hundreds of feet high green lion no longer healed his wounds. When he raised his head, the head of the lion burst out of the clouds. The picture was very shocking. It looked at Ning Que on the Buddha statue with a solemn and cold expression, full of determination to kill.
Ning Que was very tired and sleepy, and Sangsang fell asleep again, which made him very sad, and he felt that frog meat was really unpalatable, so he was in a bad mood at this time.
He wanted to take a break and do something else to adjust his lonely life in Buddhism. At this moment, he saw the green lion on the field raising his head and provoking him, and he was immediately angry.
He unfastened the iron bow, pulled the hard bowstring to its fullest extent, then released his fingers without warning, a circular turbulence burst out between the strings, and the dark iron arrow disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, the Qingjun monk who was sitting cross-legged on the back of the lion suddenly burst into a bloodbath on his chest, and then fell to the ground several hundred meters long, hitting the wilderness with a muffled noise.
The monk Qingjun died, but the Buddha did not die, or in the previous sixteen years, the monk Qingjun was the Buddha, but when the iron arrow was present, he was not the Buddha.
He and Sangsang's judgment was correct. The Buddha's position in the sentient beings in this world is unpredictable, even if the light can't catch up, it is naturally difficult for the Yuan Thirteen Arrows to catch up.
Monk Qingjun died like this. The green lion was shocked, and then extremely angry, and uttered a violent roar at Ning Que on the cliff. The clouds before the lion's head were instantly shattered into countless thin cloud flocs. , The countless golden lotus in the golden pond fell one after another, and the momentum was unimaginable.
Ning Que also roared wildly at the green lion, and the roar exploded like thunder in the wilderness, without any words, but with a very domineering aura, extremely wild and wanton.
As he cultivated Buddha for a long time, the restrictions left by the Buddha gradually weakened. Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness may break through the golden pond at any time, so the green lion will be so confident and cold.
But also as the Buddha practiced for years, the three poisons of greed, anger, ignorance and ignorance in Sangsang gradually dissipated, Haotian slowly regained his strength in his deep sleep, and Ning Que naturally became stronger.
In the end, we must return to time or cause and effect. Causation is a priority, and time is also a priority. The sequence can determine the shape of the universe and the outcome of this war.
Ning Que is very confident. He knows that he and Sangsang must win in the end.
Shooting the famous Bodhisattva with one arrow, and roaring at the green lion like a real beast, he feels very refreshed. The boring and boring life of Buddha practice has become alive because of this episode, and he has accumulated a lot in his heart. Nian's loneliness and rejection disappeared instantly, and he climbed to the bottom of the high cliff to continue his Buddhist practice.
Two years have passed. Ning Que repaired the hands of the Buddha. The Buddha did not hold a bottle or a mascot. Instead, he was holding an umbrella—an umbrella cut from the black cliff, naturally a black umbrella. .
In the beginning, it took him three years to fix one foot of the Buddha, and then it took him ten years to fix the other foot, and at the same time fix the clothes of the maid’s dress, and wait for the maid’s dress to be worn by the Buddha. It took him another three years to fix it. Compared with this, his current speed is indeed much faster.
Next, Ning Que slowed down a lot in cultivating Buddha, because he had reached the highest point of the mountain and began to cultivate the face of Buddha. There is no doubt that this is the most critical stage of Buddha cultivating.
The iron sword fell between the Buddha's plump face and round earlobes, very slowly, the blade seemed to be holding a mountain, because it was cautious, it felt extremely solemn.
Unconsciously, another ten years.
The Buddha's ears no longer hang down, and the newly carved hair is looming, and the Buddha's face is no longer as full as the full moon. It has become much thinner and smaller, and looks very ordinary.
The iron knife finally fell on the Buddha's lips.
The Buddha opened his lips and was silent. Suddenly countless Buddha words rang from the heavens and the earth, the Buddha's light in the wilderness, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas chanted together, and the supreme Buddha's prestige went straight into Ningque's chest and abdomen.
With a pop, Ning Que spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes dimmed suddenly, and at the same time he felt the sangsang in his heart frown slightly, a little bit painful, as if he was about to wake up.
He knew that he was wrong, and did not hesitate to chop out hundreds of knives, and directly cut off the Buddha's mouth and cut it into tightly pressed thin lips, so the Buddha's voice and Buddha's might quietly rested.
The Buddha is finished.
The current Buddha is black, thin, and small, wearing loose maid costumes.
Sangsang woke up, looked at the Buddha and said, "You still like her better."
In this sentence, she is not Mo Shanshan, although Mo Shanshan has extremely thin lips and likes to squeeze tightly, Sangsang said that she prefers her to be black Sangsang.
Ning Que smiled and said: "I have watched you like this for 20 years in the world, and naturally I like it more. After seeing you in the world for a long time, I will naturally like you more."
He looked at Sangsang's face carved out of the black cliff rock with laughter, not happy.
Sangsang said: "She has no mouth."
Ning Que said: "You don't like talking anyway."
Sangsang said: "How to teach the world without speaking, how to win business and become a Buddha?"
Ning Que said: "I'll do it for you, you know, I can be silly when I need it."
His practice of Buddha has been completed, but he has not yet become a Buddha.
There are very few remnants of the restrictions left by the Buddha. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness have entered the periphery of the golden pond in these ten years, and the green lion has come not far below the mountain.
The green lion’s body is full of wounds, and the four hooves bring up the silt at the bottom of the pond. If it is stained with ink, it slowly but firmly moves forward towards Foshan, every step heavy.
Ten years, enough time for Ning Que to rebuild the Buddha's face, and enough for many things to happen. Numerous Buddhas and Bodhisattvas walked through the wilderness, leaving their footprints into a river, leading to the far west, with clear water. Coming from the west, there are countless gloomy auras, countless grievances and skeletons.
The river from the West is the Stygian River. It has been attracted by countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas with great perseverance and supreme Buddha Dharma, constantly diluting the Buddha's light in the golden pond.
Ning Que swung his knife down, and the Suzaku screamed violently. Numerous Haotian divine brilliance spewed out of the blade, walked around the mountain, and cut out a bottomless river.
After the avalanche that year, countless snow accumulated under the cliffs for decades, and suddenly melted in the fire, flowing into the ditch and becoming a new river, truly clear and tranquil.
The Stygian River water and the New River water meet at the bottom of the mountain. They are not in harmony. They are still distinct. They look at each other indifferently, keeping their breath, and no one can move forward.
Ning Que sat cross-legged on the top of the Buddha, closed his eyes and began to meditate-he finished cultivating the Buddha in the mountains and began to cultivate the Buddha in his heart. He wanted to become a Buddha, the only true Buddha in the sky and the earth.
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(My wife will be here tomorrow, I hope it can be easier.) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)