The fifth volume of the strokes of the gods, the one hundred and six chapters
The black carriage continued to walk westward. In the carriage, Ning Que carefully straightened the black bras, then looked at the board and asked, "Why are you coming here?"
Sangsang said, "I want to confirm something."
I don't know what material the chessboard is made of, it looks like iron and has a cold and hard smell, but when Ning Que taps it with his fingers, it will not make any sound.
The chessboard left by the Buddha to the world is naturally extraordinary.
Ning Que looked at the chessboard, was silent for a moment and asked, "What's the matter? It's related to Buddha?"
Sangsang said, "Yes, I want to know whether he is dead or alive."
Ning Que was shocked and speechless. He had thought that Sangsang wanted to find a way to return to the Kingdom of God through the secret Buddhist sect in the Hanging Temple. He even guessed that she might want to destroy the Hanging Temple, but he never thought that she would do it.
What happened was to confirm the Buddha's life and death! This means that the Buddha is still alive?
"I don't understand, didn't the Buddha have passed away long ago?"
"When I was in Lanke Temple, I told you that he was dead, but he was still alive."
Ning Que remembered that day at the top of Mount Wa, she looked at the stone statue of Buddha that no longer existed in the spring rain, and suddenly felt something and said that Buddha was the cat named Xue.
At that time, he felt it was inexplicable, so he didn't think deeply, but he didn't expect that she really thought that the Buddha might still be alive, and even came to the Western Wilderness for this reason.
Ning Que was very puzzled. The Buddha had clearly passed away, so how could he still be alive?
"What is Nirvana?" Sangsang asked.
Ning Que was slightly stunned and said, "Nirvana is the highest state of the Buddha Sect..."
Sangsang said expressionlessly: "If Nirvana is death, why not just call it death?"
This question is very simple, even with an unreasonable taste, but Ning Que could not answer it because he knew very well that her question actually explained the problem.
Sangsang looked at the wilderness with snow outside the window and said, "Like your teacher, the Buddha also thought about how to defeat me. He wanted to use wisdom to understand me, but he couldn't accomplish anything, so he wanted to see through the cause and effect and jump out.
Cause and effect, if you survive time, you can survive me, but who can really break out of cause and effect and surpass time?"
Ning Que said, "So?"
Sangsang said, "The Buddha hid himself so that I could not find him, and then when the opportunity came, he would wake up."
The so-called opportunity is difficult to describe, or when she returns to the Kingdom of God, or when she is unable to leave the world and becomes weaker, a powerful person like the Buddha must have his own clever idea.
Ning Que understood a little, but had more confusion. Haotian could do everything and know everything, so how could he not know the life and death of the Buddha? Even the Master could not completely avoid Haotian's vision back then.
However, he was united with the human world, and Haotian could not confirm his original nature.
"I really know everything," said Sangsang. "So I don't understand, so I want to see if the Buddha is still alive, I will kill him so that I will know his life and death."
If you don’t know the Buddha’s life and death, then you will find you. If you are dead, then I will kill you. Then your life and death can be confirmed. What a domineering declaration.
Only she is qualified to say such things.
Ning Que suddenly felt that in front of such a wife, he could only be a family man, so he consciously picked up the black cloth and began to sew the big black umbrella.
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For example, in the autumn of that year, Ning Que and Sangsang came from Lanke Temple to the Western Wilderness. However, they came through the Buddha's chessboard at that time, and now the Buddha's chessboard is in their hands.
On the desolate field, there is a lonely tree.
The trunks are gray and white, the leaves are like cushions, and they are green in the snow, which is the Bodhi tree.
There are several traces of slightly sunken under the Bodhi tree. It is as smooth as a mirror, very clean, without falling leaves, no dust, and no snowflakes. There is nothing inside.
The Buddha lay down on the side of the Bodhi tree and closed his eyes and passed away. These are the last traces he left on the earth.
The black carriage stopped in front of the Bodhi tree, and Ning Que and Sangsang walked down.
There is a famous old monk under the Bodhi tree.
The old monk wore a hat and a tin staff, and his body seemed to be closely connected to the desolate and vast earth. It was as heavy as a mountain, but in fact it was like a land, and even the strong wind could not shake the slightest.
The old monk is not a Buddha, but a Buddha in the world today: the first seat of the Hanging Temple preaches.
After the separation of Chaoyang City, it was a few short autumns. The first seat was one of the strongest people Ning Que had seen in his life. Below the Master was the Master of the Spectator and him. At this time, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous when I saw him sitting under the Bodhi tree.
The head of the lecturer did not look at Ning Que, but looked at Sangsang beside him. The emotions in his eyes were very complicated, with pity, compassion and sympathy, and the most important thing was firmness.
Sangsang is going to go under the Bodhi tree to see the traces left by the Buddha's Nirvana.
The head seat was sitting under the Bodhi tree. If he didn't let him go, how could he see it?
The eldest and second brothers in their heyday joined forces, and they were not necessarily the opponents of the first sermon. Ning Que never thought that he could cross this mountain range by himself.
Yes, the first seat of the lecture was an invisible but extremely majestic mountain range between the earth. His feet seemed to be born between the fields, and the tin staff in his hand was the giant tree in the mountains.
"Please give way to your side," Ning Que said.
The headman looked at him quietly and said, "Why give way?"
Ning Que said, "We want to take a look at the Bodhi tree."
The first seat sighed and said, "Bodhi is not a tree."
Ning Que said: "We are not monks, so we don't play the game."
The first person said: "Even if Bodhi is a tree, it is also the tree in my hanging temple."
Sangsang suddenly said, "The name of the Hanging Temple is engraved on this tree?"
This sentence is so unreasonable, as if the naughty child was talking about when he snatched toys. The head of the lecturer did not expect Haotian to say such words, and he was stunned.
The first seat of the Hanging Temple lecture is the most peak figure in the world of cultivation, but in Sangsang's eyes, he is just a mortal. Even if he is connected with the wilderness, he is just a bit bulky stone.
Sangsang walked under the Bodhi tree.
Ning Que's expression became nervous.
After Liu Bai passed his sword into Taoshan, this was the conversation between Haotian and the strongest man in mankind.
The first seat slowly closed her eyes and did not look at her walking under the tree.
He sat under the tree and was a mountain range with its roots deep in the earth's crust. Its peaks towering into the clouds and reaching the blue sky. Even if Haotian comes to the human world, how can it pass?
Sangsang walked under the Bodhi tree and walked towards the head.
Her feet fell on the knee of the head.
The head seat is not very tall, and is even a little thin.
But she is so tall and so full.
She walked towards the head, like a white elephant trying to climb the beautiful rockery in the garden.
This picture looks a bit weird and incomprehensible.
After her feet fell on the first floor, the rockery became a real mountain range.
This mountain range is extremely majestic.
She didn't care at all, and continued to move upwards, landing her left foot on the shoulder of the head seat.
No matter how high the mountains are, she only needs to walk three steps to reach the top.
The green embroidered shoes touched the hat and hat, the earth was shaken and uneasy, and the sky was filled with clouds.
She stood above the head of the head, quietly looking at the Bodhi tree in front of her with her hands in her arms, and at the hanging temple in the distance.
It's like standing on the top of the peak and watching the scenery.
This is really an extremely magical scene.
For Sangsang, there are no mountains in the world that she cannot cross.
Even though this mountain range is so majestic and its peak is almost connected to the sky, there is still a distance between it and the sky.
Even if this mountain range connects with the wilderness, there is endless thick soil under it, she can still suppress it.
She used the power of the sky to suppress the earth.
The earth's vibrations continued and became increasingly violent.
The green Bodhi tree did not fall, but the leaves like cushions fell all over the ground.
The body of the head also began to shake violently, and the robes on their bodies were broken into countless butterflies, escaping to all over the fields. The pale body was shining with a faint white luster, like a statue.
Ning Que looked at the scene under the tree and was speechless. He remembered that in Chaoyang City, neither the Yuan Shisan Arrow nor the Iron Knife could leave any trace on the body of the head.
The first seat has practiced to become a Buddha in the flesh, and both body and mind are indestructible. At this time, it seems that even if the sky is pressed down on it, it can continue to hold on!
Sangsang stood above the head with his hands behind his back, his expression still moving.
She didn't care how long the old monk who was trampled under her feet could last, she just wanted to see the tree.
The earth continued to shake violently, and countless deep and invisible black cracks appeared on the barren fields, and even red magma overflowed in the distance!
Sangsang's green flowers are slightly in the wind, and the thin snow is gently rising, slowly going down.
The first seat of the lecture she stepped on under her feet slowly fell into the earth, squeezed out countless black soil, making a tingling sound of grinding and rock breaking!
Not long after, the first seat of the lecture was completely sunk into the ground, leaving only the head exposed on the ground, and two white eyebrows were floating in the smoke and dust, looking extremely bleak.
If you are not separated from the earth, you will be indestructible. This is the supreme Buddhist teaching that you practice in the first place. Even if the sage master restores his state, he will probably have no choice but to do anything to him.
Sangsang's method is very simple, she directly lets him truly integrate with the earth.
The head of the head of the Scripture is on the ground, with eyes closed.
Sangsang walked down from his head, just a very short stone staircase.
She did not look back at the strongest man in the Buddhist sect, and walked to the Bodhi tree with her hands behind her back.
She had previously told the first one that the name of the Hanging Temple was not engraved on the Bodhi tree, so this tree was not from the Hanging Temple. In fact, the name of the Bodhi tree was engraved on the Bodhi tree, so it was hers.
That autumn, she and Ning Que fled from Lanke Temple to come here. At that time, they were hunted down by this world. They were sad. Ning Que took her to see the Buddha's remains, and then engraved a line of words under the Bodhi tree
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"In the autumn of the 16th year of the Apocalypse, Ning Que of the Academy brought his wife Sangsang, the daughter of the Pluto, to visit here."
After seeing the traces left by the Buddha during his Nirvana under the Bodhi tree, she left the Bodhi tree with her hands on her back and walked towards the peak that was flush with the ground in the distance. Between the peak was the Hanging Temple.
Ning Que smiled at the lines of handwriting on the Bodhi tree, looked at the head of the head of the preaching on the ground and sighed, and drove the carriage to chase her tall figure in the wilderness.
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