Volume Five, The Pen of God, Chapter 114, The Western World, Ning Que Bliss
The mountain is the Buddha, and the cliff is the Buddha's palm. The Buddha's light filled with the might of nirvana did not fall from the sky, but from the Buddha's palm, from the devout faith of countless monks and believers in the hanging temples and the underworld of the pit.
The same is true for the scriptures lingering among the peaks. They were written by the Buddha countless years ago, and were sung by his disciples and believers countless years later. The Buddha nature puts gold edges on the scriptures, and naturally the Dharma is boundless.
Sangsang quietly looked at the Yaping, the scriptures dancing in the air, and the Buddha's light, with different visions, all of which were in her eyes. Then she saw the Lanke Temple in the autumn several years ago.
There was also such a dim Buddha light in Lanke Temple that year. The Buddha light came from the stone statue of the Buddha on the top of Mount Wa, and began with the crisp bell ringing in the hand of the first treasure tree in the precepts.
This year's Hanging Temple, the seemingly compassionate Buddha light is still cold. This Buddha light comes from the Yaping, from the Buddha's remaining palm, and begins with the distant bell sounding behind the temple on the top of the peak.
That year, the Buddha light in Langke Temple was to kill the daughter of the Hades. This year, the Buddha light in Hanging Temple was to suppress Haotian. Haotian was the daughter of the Hades, and the Buddha light was also the Buddha light, but there was no change.
Everything is clear.
For the Master, Haotian arranged a thousand-year plan. Before this, the Buddha read the word "Da Shu" and wrote notes. He knew about the future and predicted that when the night was coming, a bright moon would appear, but he had never said it.
Haotian will come to the world and become weaker and weaker.
So the Buddha also set up a plan.
He left many magical instruments in the human world, such as the Ullanjing, and the chessboard. The Buddha's light said that he wanted to suppress the entrance to the underworld. However, with the power of the Buddha, how could he not know that the underworld does not exist?
From the beginning to the end, she was the one Buddha wanted to kill.
The Buddha wants to destroy Haotian.
The Ullanling was pinched into scrap iron by Jun Mo, and the Buddha statue on the top of the Mount Wa was cut into pieces by Jun Mo, and the chessboard was taken to the wasteland by Ning Que and Sangsang.
However, the huge peaks transformed by the Buddha are countless times taller than the stone statues on Mount Wa. The bells of the hanging temple are countless times louder than those of the Ullanbell. The Buddha's light is naturally countless times stronger.
Sangsang saw through everything, she was intimate with Ning Que, and Ning Que naturally knew all the causes and consequences, and then he realized that the mountain where the Hanging Temple was located was actually the body of the Buddha.
He was shocked, and no one could not be shocked at this time.
His face was pale, not only too shocking. He also had gradually found the order because of the golden words flying around the mountain, and he was about to combine them into a complete scripture.
One word is the size of a temple, and thousands of words are a very large scripture. The golden scriptures float in the sky above the hanging temple, covering the clouds.
With a shiny sound, Ning Que held the handle of the knife, and the iron knife was half out of the sheath, and the cold light was impressed.
Just as he was about to shoot out the knife, Sangsang waved his sleeves.
The green robe, full of flowers, shines in the Buddha's light, like the most noble imperial robe.
She is the king of this world.
She waved her sleeves to the sky, and a strong wind roared and walked through the dense forest temples between the peaks at high speed. She cut off many monks from the cliffs.
Before the wind came to the main hall on the top of the peak, the ancient bell shook slightly. The bell sounded slightly chaotic.
Grass chips flew around the stone steps, and Qiming and the old monks closed their eyes, not afraid of being confused. However, the Zen mind gradually became uneasy and became confused, and bleeding oozed from the mouth and nose.
At this moment, the seven Buddha statues in front of the hall changed from kneeling to sitting, with a firm expression. They held a wooden stick and hit the wooden fish in front of them hard, and the wooden fish broke instantly.
Almost at the same time, the vajra held by the venerable next to the Buddha statue broke through the air and hit Qiqi's head heavily. With a sound of a puff, the seven skulls were broken, and brains and blood were spilled everywhere.
The Buddha statue was stained with bloodstains. The Great Hall, which was shaking in the strong wind, suddenly stabilized and closely connected with the mountains. The monks finally stabilized their bodies and minds.
Sangsang waves his sleeves into the wind, and the sky wind will not be destroyed. He floats up from the top of the peak and instantly comes to the passage of the scriptures composed of thousands of words in the sky.
The clouds are chaotic at high altitude, and the words of golden light under the clouds are even scattering and rolling around. As the golden light sways, the edges of the scriptures that are about to be formed are disrupted a lot, making it difficult to understand the contents in it.
Sangsang waved his sleeve and broke the scriptures left by the Buddha, but his expression became solemn.
Because she waved her sleeves, she had more understanding of the environment she was exposed to, and she found that she could not take Ning Que to leave the cliff square.
The power of the forbidden cliff square is not a rule, nor is it an ordinary practice method. Practice is still within the rules. Even the small world above the five realms is still in the world of Haotian. In that case, even if she comes
After you get to the world, you become much weaker and you can break the three thousand worlds if you still have thoughts.
What traps them at this time is a big world.
How can a real big world exist in Haotian’s world?
The Buddha turned his body into a mountain peak, with countless temples forming between the peaks and countless believers gathered under the peaks.
The mountain peaks are originally without consciousness, without consciousness, without gods and life, but for countless years, the incense of temples in the mountains has been constantly intoxicated, monks have been chanting scriptures, and believers in the fields worship them, and finally they have cultivated Buddha nature.
Then Buddha nature is the consciousness of monks and believers!
Countless years, countless people, countless consciousnesses, and countless lives, finally this world has become a Buddha's kingdom. The real Buddha's kingdom is the real world, the great world of bliss.
This world is located at the west of the world, so it is called the Western Paradise.
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Even if she is in the Western Paradise and cannot leave easily, Sangsang doesn't care. She is Haotian, and even if she fights with millions or even more believers in the Buddhist sect, there is no reason to lose.
However, she has been in the world for a long time. The power of the human world that the Master poured into her body is constantly weakening her. If she wants to break the Western Paradise, she will inevitably have to pay a great price.
If this Western Paradise is destroyed, there is also Chang'an City, academies, and the God of Shocking Formation on earth. What should she do if she is extremely weak at that time?
So she was a little hesitant.
Ning Que didn't know why she was hesitating - the current situation was very bad. The Buddhist scripture that was blown away by the wind did not disappear, and the scattered part fell towards the cliff!
The golden words, as big as temples, gradually became smaller as they fell to the cliff, and eventually became petal-like existences, emitting strange fragrance.
There are celestial girls scattering flowers in the Buddha Kingdom, and the picture is very beautiful.
Ning Que's expression was extremely solemn. Petals formed by scriptures fell on the umbrella surface of the big black umbrella, and each petal seemed like a huge rock, extremely heavy.
The Buddha's light was extremely powerful, and countless petals fell down and were covered thickly on the surface of the big black umbrella. It was a weight that humans could not bear. But in an instant, he felt that his arm was about to break.
Ning Que inserted the handle of the umbrella into the cliff, believing that since the mountain is the Buddha's body, it must be able to hold on.
He glanced at Sangsang who was silent in the Buddha's light.
He pulled out his iron knife and slashed towards the petals falling all over the sky.
A knife leaves a mark, and a mark is a character, and a character is a divine talisman. A character.
The petals look like petals, but in fact they are still characters, words in Buddhist scriptures.
Only when Buddhism is extremely powerful can the word "he" be as heavy as a mountain.
If the Buddha left behind other means, Yi Ningque's cultivation level within the five realms would definitely have no choice but to grab Sangsang's sleeve and hide behind her honestly.
But since this is a scripture and what is left is the text, then he can break it.
Because he is the best calligrapher and the strongest talisman master in the world. He has dismantled many words in the old academy, but what he is best at in his life is dismantling words.
The seven-dao divine talisman with the character Yi appeared in the sky by the cliff.
The falling petals touch the meaning and then break into silk tundra, because the characters in the flowers are broken into meaningless lines.
The petals continue to fall, and thousands of words are thousands of flowers, like the continuous spring rain, which lasts for a long time.
The seven-dao Yi divine talisman confronts the power of the Buddha, but it doesn't last for too long and disappears.
Looking at the scripture that was still mostly in the air, looking at the falling words and petals floating down below the slightly chaotic scripture, Ning Que was not afraid and slashed his sword again.
This time he did not disassemble the words, but wrote a word in the sky.
He wrote very casually and didn't even know what the word was.
Even if the Buddha died, he could know for five hundred years and could not guess it.
The strokes drawn by the iron knife on the scriptures are more like graffiti.
No matter how simple and easy-to-understand scriptures are, as long as the naughty boy smears a few ink stains on it, the most knowledgeable monks and masters can't understand the meaning.
The Buddhist scriptures were then broken by Ning Que's random knife.
He is a monster cultivated by Master and Yan Se. He does not belong to Haotian's world, nor to Buddha's world. The place he least wants to stay is the Western Paradise.
Using words to deal with Ning Que is like cutting fish sashimi in front of Master’s door and selling sour and sour noodles soup in front of Alley 47.
He put his knife back into the sheath, looked at Sangsang and said, "You haven't taken action yet?"
Sangsang didn't know what he was thinking, so he ignored him.
Ning Que shook off the petals on the big black umbrella and supported them on her head to block the Buddha's light for her.
Sangsang frowned slightly and said, "How can these methods do anything to me?"
Ning Que said, "Look at your little face, why bother showing off?"
Sangsang said, "I am strong, why bother?"
Ning Que thought to himself, Haotian is so proud of his face that he has to hold on at this time.
He stuffed the handle of the umbrella into her hand, looked at the top of the peak and shouted: "We admit defeat, don't fight?"
Sangsang frowned again, a little displeased.
Ning Que said seriously: "Look at me, I never know what face is."
The Hanging Temple knew that Haotian could not admit defeat, so he would not admit defeat. What he answered Ning Que was the sound of bells all over the mountains and cliffs, endless solemn sounds of chanting sutras, and a sound.
"Since you are fighting with Tian, why should the academy stand beside Tian?"
This voice is quiet and majestic. If you savor it carefully, it seems that you can only describe it in the word "magnificent". Moreover, the things you ask directly point to the most fundamental point, and no one can answer it.
Hearing this, Ning Que laughed happily: "You must be buried in the soil now, and you are so angry in your words. It's really admirable."
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