The breeze blows softly among the cliffs. The white pagoda is built among the ruined temples and chaotic eaves. It is not as dazzling as the one on the Chaoyang City Lake where it was admired and loved by all the people. It is extremely bleak, so it feels decadent.
The heavy rain has fallen countless leaves, and the wind has blown away hundreds of fruits. The branches of the green trees on the cliff are scattered, like a naked woman, which is pitiful. The waterfall under the cliff seems to be laughing at it, making a loud sound.
The chessboard lay in the rain on the cliff.
The clouds covering the sky have dispersed, and there is no trace of the Buddha's light on the cliff. The golden scriptures disperse with the clouds, no more petals fall, and the sound of bells and sutras in the temple has also stopped.
The dark monks walked out of the various temples in the Hanging Temple and looked at the cliff above them. They felt uneasy and gradually calmed down. They each returned to the temple and restarted their daily homework.
The bells of countless temples in the world have also stopped ringing. The elders and abbots in the temples are looking at the Buddha statues with expressions of confusion and speechlessness. Suddenly, a visiting monk comes to report, and a certain county princess or a certain prince comes to offer incense.
Both the elder and the abbot, after hearing these words, quickly changed their expressions, put on the appearance of a virtuous monk, and moved forward to greet them. They secretly thought about how much money should be charged for incense today. Of course, don't show too much.
There will be too much smoke and fire to prevent the nobles from being unhappy. At this time, no one will remember who the Buddha is.
Countless thousands of believers in the world also woke up. They rubbed their bruised foreheads and looked around in a panic, not knowing what happened before.
An old woman suddenly heard her grandson crying. When she looked back, she saw her grandson rolling down the bed with a bump on his forehead that was very similar to her own. She couldn't help but panic.
She quickly got up with her aching body, took her grandson into her arms, and kept coaxing him. She kicked the ground and said it was because the place was not good. At this time, she could not remember who the Buddha was.
In the broken nunnery outside the capital of Yan State, the women looked at the broken bell that could not ring no matter how hard they smashed it. Their faces were extremely frightened. Could it be that they would never hear the bell again? Suddenly, they began to cry loudly. Afterlife
Even if they could get more blessings, how should they live this miserable life in this life? They walked back to the straw-covered room in despair, knelt down with their hands clasped together, and kept praying to the Buddha.
In the wilderness at the bottom of the sinkhole, millions of people kneeling on the ground also woke up one after another. The nobles found themselves kneeling together with the untouchables. They couldn't help but be very angry. They waved their whips and shouted at a few serfs.
After more than a dozen blood stains were drawn from my body, I felt better.
Those serfs were whipped more than a dozen times and were in great pain, but they dared not resist and went to work with their tired bodies until late at night. They ate terrible food and began to pray to the Buddha before going to bed.
Silently praying to the kind Buddha to lead him to the Western Paradise as soon as possible.
Faith in the world is like this in many cases. Whether it is Buddha or Haotian, it is easy to be forgotten. Of course, sometimes it is difficult to forget.
Happy people tend to forget their faith, but this is the last hope of unfortunate people. From this perspective, faith may be good, but at the same time it means bad.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that there is such a group of unbelievers in the back of the academy.
There are many people who can understand this truth, but because of their position and standpoint, those people are unable and dare not express their opinions on this issue.
Master Huang Yang walked out of the Zen room, listened to the sound of chanting sutras coming from up and down the mountain, felt the tranquility emanating from countless temples, and found that it was as if nothing had happened here.
In fact a lot has happened.
Sang Sang and Ning Que entered the chessboard on their own, but from the perspective of Xuankong Temple, it was naturally the Buddha who had used the supreme Dharma to bring Haotian and her attendants into the chessboard and was saving them.
Master Huang Yang, with his monk's clothes fluttering, walked straight up the mountain road and was about to reach the cliff.
He wanted to pick up the chessboard because Ning Que was on the chessboard.
Ning Que was too important to Tang Guo, and he could not watch him die.
Master Huang Yang is an eminent Buddhist monk, but first of all, he is from the Tang Dynasty.
At this moment, a quiet and majestic voice came from the distance: "This is what I heard: There is a mountain named Prajna, and it weighs one hundred and eight thousand times the Heavenly Abandoned Mountain..."
This voice came from the distant cliff and the ground, from the lecture hall.
This is the highest method of Buddhism: speaking out the Dharma and following it.
Back then, at the Baita Temple in Chaoyang City, the chief lecturer told my senior brother this scripture.
This passage describes a mountain called Prajna.
The giant peak where Xuankong Temple is located is Prajna.
As soon as the Buddha's words came out, there were echoes and responses from the cliffs. The majestic Prajna Mountain suddenly became heavier. Master Huang Yang, who was flying in the mountain path, suddenly stopped.
With a click, Master Huang Yang's leg bones were all broken, and he was seriously injured by the mountain itself!
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Above the cliff at the edge of the sinkhole.
The body of the lecturer was still buried in the ground, only his head was left on the ground, his two white eyebrows drooped in the dust, his face was pale, and he looked very weak.
The first one was melted into the earth by Sangsang's magical power. These days, he has been struggling to support himself under the endless force of the earth. He is already exhausted. At this time, it is even more difficult to use the method of speaking and following.
A gust of autumn wind blew up, and the faint fragrance of wine filled the wind in the wilderness. The drunkard, still wearing a scribe's robe, appeared out of nowhere in front of the head of the lecturer.
The drunkard didn't look at the somewhat funny look of the leader at this time, but stared at the cliff between the giant peaks, his face was very pale, and his eyes were full of fear and anxiety.
The leader looked up at him with difficulty and said, "It seems you already know what happened."
The drunkard looked very ugly and said: "The whole world knows about such a huge movement. Even if I want to pretend not to know, how can I?"
He had been in that small town between the Yan and Song dynasties when the bells were ringing everywhere in the world. However, even when he was with the butcher, he still felt extremely uneasy and drank tea with Boss Chao for a long time.
"I didn't expect that you would really dare to attack Haotian." The drunkard murmured.
The leader said slowly: "This is the arrangement of the Buddha."
The drunkard looked at the small crack under his neck, reached out, picked up a stone, and threw it in.
The crack between the neck of the first tower and the ground expanded instantly. That was because the stones were expanding inside, which was the immeasurable realm of Buddhism.
After a while, the sermon seat crawled out of the ground. The Buddha, who had cultivated himself to the point of indestructibility, had no scars left on his body, but the cassocks on his body and the tin staff in his hand had been crushed into powder by the earth. At this time, he stood in the wilderness in the autumn wind.
, without even a trace, there is no trace of the appearance of an eminent Buddhist monk.
The leader took a piece of clothing from the drunkard's hand and said: "Back then, you learned countless Dharma methods from the Buddha, and I relied on this to get out of trouble. Now that I think about it, everything is related to the Buddha."
The drunkard said: "This is Haotian's world. God's will is unpredictable, and naturally there is no connection with Buddha. If she hadn't gone to the chessboard, I wouldn't have been able to pull you out of the ground. So it's not fate with Buddha, but God's will."
The leader said: "From today on, there is no more God's will, only the fate of Buddha."
The drunkard said: "I really don't know where your monk's confidence comes from."
The leader said: "Follow me."
The two of them left the cliff and came to the cliff flat between the giant peaks.
The leader looked at the dilapidated pear tree and said after a long silence: "This tree was planted by Buddha himself. Pear means separation, which means separation from the human world."
The drunkard looked solemn and said: "It takes five hundred years to bloom, but it will take five hundred years for Haotian to die?"
The leader said: "I don't know how old it is, Haotian... can never return to the human world."
The drunkard raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "If Haotian kills the Buddha, he will naturally come back."
The leader calmly said: "Buddha has reached Nirvana, how can he be killed?"
The drunkard frowned. Until now, no one knows whether the Buddha is alive or dead. This giant peak called Prajna is the body of the Buddha. Where is the consciousness of the Buddha?
The first one knelt down facing the chessboard in the rain and praised: "My Buddha knew five thousand years before and five thousand years later. He is not in the Hanging Temple, not in the Buddha's body. The Buddha is in this small chessboard, waiting for Hao
It has been five thousand years and we have finally waited until today to meet each other. What kind of wisdom and compassion is this?"
The drunkard's expression was slightly stern, and he felt that he could not understand more and more. If the Buddha's consciousness was indeed in the chessboard, then why did the leader say that Haotian cannot be destroyed? What exactly is Nirvana?
Looking at the ordinary chessboard, he pondered for a long time, but still got nothing.
This chessboard is the battlefield where the Buddha is waiting for Haotian. Unless the Master returns to the world, no one can enter, no one is qualified to participate, not even him.
What is worth thinking about is that when Haotian entered the chessboard, there was someone beside him. It is true that no one could enter the chessboard, but that person had already entered the chessboard in advance. What impact would he have on this war?
The drunkard said: "There is a problem."
The leader said: "What's the problem?"
The drunkard said: "There is a man."
In addition to the sky and Buddha, there is also a person on the chessboard.
The leader said calmly: "Although Ning Que's realm has improved very quickly, he is only in the realm of knowing his destiny. How can he be qualified to participate in something of this level?"
The realm of knowing destiny is the pinnacle of the five realms of cultivation. However, both the lecturer and the drunkard are the strongest people who have surpassed the five realms. They don't care. Even they can't touch this battle between heaven and Buddha, let alone Ning Que.
The drunkard said with a serious look: "Even if he can't affect things on the chessboard, he can affect the world outside the chessboard. How can the academy ignore him when he is on the chessboard?"
There are two most powerful men in the academy, Senior Brother and Twenty-Three-Year Cicada, who have surpassed five realms. There is also Jun Mo, who doesn’t know what realm he will reach if he launches a rampage. If these people are informed, the Buddha Sect will trap Ning Que.
What will they do if they die on the chessboard? What will they do? Will Jun Mo go crazy?
The leader smiled and said: "Didn't the temple master ask you to come to deliver the message in anticipation of today's situation?"
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No one could imagine where Sangsang and Ning Que were at this time, not even themselves.
Looking at the somewhat familiar streets and the unfamiliar folk costumes, the two were silent for a long time. Ning Que was thinking about things and even forgot to close the big black umbrella.
There are many shrines along the street, which contain statues of Buddha or sages. The smell of spices is everywhere, including spices for food and incense burning in front of the Buddha. The pedestrians look very happy.
He and Sang Sang entered the chessboard, but ended up in Chaoyang City.
"What's going on?"
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
Ning Que looked at Sang Sang and sighed: "Of course you should ask the Buddha."
Sangsang put his hands on his back and walked towards the street, saying, "Then we have to find him first."
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(In the second chapter, my wife and I went to walk the dog and take a rest. In the third chapter, we tried to come out before one o'clock.) (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)