Volume Six, Suddenly, Chapter 94: Stone Statue and Chicken Soup
Back then, Ning Que and Sang Sang were besieged by the spiritual community. They went to the Western Wasteland through the Buddha's chessboard, and endured the wrath of the academy at Lanke Temple in the autumn rain. Jun Mo's iron sword broke through the air and destroyed the largest temple in the world on the top of Washan Mountain.
The stone statue of Buddha was chopped into countless pieces. The pieces rolled down from the peak, filled the valley, and crushed half of the old temple.
Fortunately, those huge rocks did not cause catastrophe to the town. Over the years, they have been constantly soaked by sea, rain, and wind, and gradually covered with moss. Instead, they have turned into a rare scenery. During the Bon Festival, they will stop and rotten.
Now that the popularity of Ke Temple is gradually declining, it has become the only way to attract tourists.
The main income of the town residents now comes from the stones turned from these Buddha statues. People break these huge stones into countless small pieces, then carve them into Buddha statues and sell them to the tourists who come here for their fame - of course, they want
Breaking open huge boulders is a very difficult task. No matter how heavy the hammer or sharp the knife is, it cannot help residents easily achieve their goals. The most common method used by people is to use fire and water.
The fire was a wildfire ignited by hay in the fields outside the town, and the water was sea water drawn from the Washan Mountain. In the quarry in the southeast of the town, there was smoke, steam, and burning from morning to night.
When the slightly red rocks suddenly encounter the cold sea water, they make a hissing sound, which is repeated time and time again. At some point, clear cracks will burst out on those hard rocks, and that is the broken rock.
The key.
Ning Que stood on the hillside next to the quarry, watching the residents breaking the rocks. He watched silently for a long time, watching the alternation of fire and water, and watching the cracks appearing on the moss-covered boulders. Discovered
When most cracks appear, they follow a certain pattern. Two oblique cracks meet somewhere.
The two cracks formed together were very similar to that word. He naturally thought of the sword marks on the stones that he saw at the bottom of the Daming Lake in the depths of Tianqi Mountain many years ago. The young uncle used his sword to attack the Demon Sect Mountain Gate.
He wrote countless words outside, thus turning the block formation left by the Great Priest of Light who founded the Demon Sect into waste.
The rocks were broken into smaller stones, and then they were smashed open by adults with irons. Children rushed over with a bang and picked up stones of different sizes that they could carry. Then they carefully selected them, according to the stone size.
The size of the blocks and the direction of the stone grains are divided into categories before they are finally sent to the hands of the stonemason.
Of course, most of the stonemasons in the town have become monks on the way. Just like Ning Que, he only started to come into contact with Buddhism halfway through his practice. He just keeps carving every day and night. People's craftsmanship has become extremely skilled, and a piece of stone is about a foot square.
, it only takes more than ten days and nights to turn it into a beautifully carved Buddha statue.
Ning Que watched the broken stones and then the stonemason carvings of the Buddha. After three days of watching, he began to follow the craftsmen to learn how to carve the Buddha. It didn't take long for him to become the best carver in Washan - among the Buddhas
In the last few years of Chessboard, he had transformed an entire mountain into the shape of a Buddha. How difficult could those stones be for him?
It's just that the Buddha statues he carved were very different from those carved by the stonemasons in the small town. The stonemasons praised his understanding and craftsmanship, and also raised their opinions many times. He just smiled but did not explain.
The Buddha statue carved in Ning Que's hands did not have a wide forehead or big ears, let alone any compassion. Instead, it was a slightly fat young woman with a bun. It was obvious that the young woman had an extremely cold expression.
One day, it rained lightly at Lanke Temple. Ning Que was holding a stone outside the temple and continuing to carve. Suddenly, a somewhat unfocused voice came from behind: "Has she successfully lost weight?"
"The Chaoyang City on the chessboard has lost some."
Ning Que placed the stone statue among the dozen or so stone statues next to it, put down the carving knife, patted the ashes on his body and stood up.
The man said: "It has decreased so much in a thousand years? It seems that Haotian is not omnipotent."
Ning Que smiled, turned around and hugged him, and said, "Didn't you like her very much before? Why are you so mean when you speak now? It's not in line with your status as the leader of the new religion."
Chen Pipi curled her lips somewhat boredly and said, "Then do you like her to be tall or the same as before?"
Ning Que thought about it and found that the answer was indeed obvious. He smiled helplessly and looked at Tang Xiaotang standing next to him. He was a little surprised to find that she was still wearing a ponytail and said, "Not married yet?"
Tang Xiaotang was not shy and said: "Wait for my brother to come."
Chen Pipi sighed and said, "I don't expect to wait for my father's consent."
Ning Que looked at him again, looking at the slightly loose Tsing Yi on his body. He recalled the Tsing Yi Tsing Yi whom he had met twice in Chang'an City, and found that he looked very similar to the Tsing Yi after losing weight.
The three of them walked to the nearby pavilion. The autumn rain fell in patter, falling on the eaves of the pavilion. After accumulating for a long time, it turned into a very thin stream of water, flowing down the pillars and wetting the ground under the pavilion.
Chen Pipi said: "Have you finished writing?"
Ning Que took out a dossier from his arms, handed it over, and said, "If it would be more appropriate to let Ye Su or Senior Brother write it, you know that I am still a believer after all."
These are some words he wrote while meditating on stone contemplation at Lanke Temple. If it can be approved, it may become the last and most important volume of Protestant doctrine.
Chen Pipi took the file and said: "If senior brother does it, the chance of success will naturally be higher. It will be harder for me to do it, but don't worry, your hard work will not be wasted in my hands."
Ning Que said: "Time is indeed running out, we must hurry up."
Chen Pipi opened the file and looked at the talk about the new world, the Kingdom of God or the afterlife. He frowned slowly and said, "It's really a magnificent picture."
Ning Que said: "From teacher to uncle to our generation, the academy has spent a whole thousand years preparing. If a magnificent picture cannot appear, it will not be fun."
Chen Pipi put away the file, looked at the tiredness and haggardness that could not be removed from his brows, and thought about the things he had done in the past half year. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it over, saying: "When you need it, just give it to me."
have eaten."
Smelling the faint fragrance of the medicine from the porcelain bottle, Ning Que looked slightly strange. Because he had taken this medicine before, he knew how precious it was. He said: "At the level you and I are now, a Tongtian Pill
It can only provide us with possible opportunities, and there is really no need to waste them.”
"This medicine was originally reserved for Senior Brother Ye Su, hoping to help him break through the five realms."
Chen Pipi was silent for a moment and said: "I just didn't expect that he can no longer practice, and he is dead now, so what's the use of keeping him? Even if it can't help you break through, at least it can help you repair the hidden dangers in your body. Wanli Kills People
It sounds cool, but in fact it is extremely hard. You seem to be taking care of yourself these days in Lanke Temple, but in fact you are still consuming your energy. Whether it is the academy or the Protestant religion, you need to be able to stand all the time."
Ning Que thought for a while and said nothing more. He directly put the porcelain bottle into his sleeve.
Tang Xiaotang said: "If my junior uncle feels that this gift is too heavy and cannot be repaid, I can just return some gifts."
Ning Que smiled and said, "You haven't married him yet, and you've started taking care of his house? Tell me, what do you want?"
Tang Xiaotang pointed to the row of rain-wet stone statues outside the pavilion and said, "Give me one."
Ning Que was a little surprised. He walked out of the pavilion and picked up a stone statue that he was most satisfied with. He handed it to him and said, "It's not like I've never seen a real person, so why look at this cold statue."
Tang Xiaotang took the stone statue, wiped off the rainwater on it with his sleeves, and placed it carefully as a ceremony. He said, "If you can get her back, why bother carving these cold statues?"
Ning Que was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm mainly learning how to break rocks."
Tang Xiaotang patted his chest and said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."
Many years ago, on the streets of Chang'an City, there was a little girl with a broken chest.
After so many years, she is still as heroic as ever.
Ning Que recalled the scene back then and felt a little emotional.
As his uncle, it was not convenient for him to see where her hands were.
Chen Pipi had no taboo in this regard and murmured, "It's not that big to begin with..."
Outside Lanke Temple, thousands of Protestant believers were waiting for Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang. They were about to go to the Song Dynasty. Just like Ning Que killed people thousands of miles away, they were preaching thousands of miles away.
The scroll of text had been entrusted, and Ning Que no longer wasted their time and sent them out of the temple.
After Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang left, he continued to carve Buddha statues, well, Sangsang's statue.
He made hundreds of Sangsang statues and lined them up in front of the temple. Those Sangsang statues either bowed their heads in meditation, raised their heads to look at the sky, or looked at the world with their hands behind their hands. They had only one thing in common: their faces were expressionless.
The autumn rain falls from time to time, and the mulberry trees get wet from time to time.
He squinted and stared, holding his waist and crossing his arms, admiring the changes in the stone statues in the autumn rain.
The situation in the world continues to change with the passage of time. War is raging, murderous intent is everywhere, the war between the Tang State and the Taoist sect is mutually victorious. The strategy of the Xiling Temple plays a certain role. The most important thing is still that,
Tang Guo, or rather Academy, could never find a way to cross that small town.
In fact, Ning Que didn't care about that town very much. There were not many people who could guess what he was thinking. Long Qing was one of them. He stood in the bleak autumn wind at the head of the capital city of Yan State, waiting for Ning Que quietly.
arrival.
Many people had always thought that the battle between Ning Que and Long Qing was inevitable and should happen at any time. However, what was unexpected was that Ning Que never arrived and the battle never happened.
Ning Que was watching Sang Sang at Lanke Temple in the autumn rain.
What is Sangsang looking at now?
The night in the far north is as long and cold as the night. The sea of heat has long been covered with thick snow, and the light in the yurt left by the desert tribe seems to be frozen to pieces.
Sangsang sat by the lamp and looked at her fingertips.
There was a breath on her fingertips.
The surface of the gas is smooth, it looks particularly crystal clear and transparent when reflected in the light, and its shape is extremely perfect.
Qing Shi lay at her feet, looking at the Qi, his eyes full of curiosity, but instinctively feeling extremely fearful, always feeling that if he broke the Qi with his claws, the world would be destroyed.
Ning Que looked at the two cracks on the rock surface in Lanke Temple.
There seemed to be two tiny cracks on the surface of Qi between Sangsang's fingers, which would only be broken in the next moment.
Just like the hundreds of stone statues in Lanke Temple, her face still had no expression.
But that doesn't mean indifference, it's more like calmness.
She gently caressed her bulging belly.
The delicious smell of soup came from the corner of the yurt.
In the early morning, the green lion hunted a snow chicken.
She is making chicken soup.
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(Suddenly I don’t want to use my chest to break big rocks, or I may continue to use it in the next chapter. Well, it was quite hard today, but fortunately, I was able to sit still and lively in the end.) 9