The fifth volume, the pen of the gods, the one hundred and thirty-eighth chapter opens the black umb
In the records of Buddhist scriptures, there is a great master with a handsome face, very similar to the Buddha. Countless believers mistakenly think that he is the Buddha and rush to worship each other. The great master is ashamed and thinks that he is a misleading person. So he cuts his face with a sharp blade and becomes extremely
Ugly, he must cover his face when he goes out. Whenever he meets a child, he will be thrown into a stone. When he encounters a vicious dog, he will be barked and bitten. He was once very popular with the world and is disgusted by the world, but he does not speak ill of evil words and has no evil tolerant, and lets the world
He humiliated and beaten Ou and did not fight back. He was so stupid that he finally became a Buddha and possessed great powers. He was so good at covering his face.
Ning Que didn't understand why the Qingban monk just wiped the monk's sleeve for a few times and became the legendary real Buddha throne. After a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice: "You are dead, even if you become a Buddha here, you are still dead."
Now, since you are dead, how can you keep us?"
"Thinking is the will, and intention is the strength. If I don't want you to leave, you will stay."
The monk Qingban covered his face with his sleeves, his face had no eyes or lips, but he could speak. He had a breath of compassion and a solemn atmosphere. The Buddha's light shone through his sleeves, which was extremely gorgeous.
As soon as the words were finished, the monk's sleeve fell to Ning Que's face, with endless Buddha powers in it.
Ning Que was prepared for a long time, and with a shiny sound, the iron knife was unsheathed and slashed in the air.
The monk's sleeves met the iron knife, silently, but the autumn trees by the lake were bent down by the strong wind, and only the dense sounds could be heard, countless trees broke from the interruption, revealing white wooden stubble.
A monk's sleeve fluttered in the wind.
The iron knife broke out of her sleeve and landed on the neck of the Qingban Monk. The dark blade body became red at some point, with countless high temperatures, and the Vermillion Bird kept roaring in the flames.
The Qingban monk had no facial features on his face, so it was difficult to show emotions, but at this time, the word "shock" could be clearly seen.
He couldn't understand why Ning Que's iron knife could break the Buddha's power so easily.
"I killed you once in Chang'an City. At that time, I proved to you that I have no Buddha in my heart. Now, although I have practiced Buddha for many years, I still do this."
Ning Que's blade streaked between the Qingban Monk's neck and said, "So I can kill you again."
The blade was retracted, and the head of the Qingban Monk fell from his shoulders like ripe fruits, and fell on the floor, rolling to the broken trees by the lake.
The Qingban Monk's body was still standing, and countless golden liquid was flowing in his neck cavity, slowly evaporating into the air.
Under the tree, facial features reappeared on the face of the Qingban Monk.
He blinked with some difficulty, remembering the scene of reading scriptures and worshiping Buddha in Baita Temple for countless years, and then he realized that everything was empty.
He looked at the distant east, and showed complex emotions, a little confused, and a little sad, then slowly closed his eyes, probably never opening them again.
It was not until this time that the Qingban Monk or Taoist Shi truly woke up and died.
On the surface of the headless body left by the Qingban Monk, many cracks suddenly appeared. The cracks gradually widened, and golden liquid flowed out from it and transformed into the purest brilliance of Buddha nature.
Ning Que looked at the scene in front of him silently, noticing that Sangsang, who was sitting behind him by the lake, looked at these golden Buddha natures with frown slightly and his face was a little pale.
The most important thing was that he had now become very powerful, so powerful that he could have imagined beyond his own imagination.
In the Xiling Temple, he was cut off by Sangsang's flesh and broken limbs. He was resurrected with the power of Haotian. If he had experienced countless times of Yijin and marrow cleaning, there was no dirt in his body now, and it was so pure that it was unimaginable.
In the cliff cave of Hanging Temple, he completed the lesson assigned by Master Liansheng - if you want to cultivate demons, you should first cultivate Buddha. Both Buddha and demon sects originate from the greed of heaven and avoiding the sun. There are faint connections between them. Once they are connected, how powerful it is
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According to Liansheng's words, the devil's path was all the way to the divine realm, and the Buddha's path was all the way to the devil's path. In addition to the Master's teachings, the great energy has reached its peak, and has reached the peak of life, and even vaguely seen the threshold!
Now he can kill people by chanting Zen, and even by swinging a knife, he can kill people even more. Not to mention the fake Buddha Qingban Monk, even the level-level powerful man of the elder of the precepts of the Hangkong Temple, he can also kill people by swinging his sword.
Sangsang whispered on the lakeside: "So that's how it is."
She has seen through the sky and naturally saw through everything in this world. Chaoyang City is fake, Baita Temple is fake, the lonely trees and black crows in the courtyard are also fake, so the vegetables in the vegetable market and the kimchi in the kitchen are also fake, so the vegetables in the vegetable market and the kimchi in the kitchen are also fake.
The jar is naturally fake. If it is all fake, then who is the real one?
This is the world in the chessboard.
On the cliff of the Hanging Temple, she took Ning Que into the chessboard to find the Buddha, but she missed a thousand years here, just like when she entered the chessboard at Lanke Temple.
I don't know that I am a guest in my dream.
At that time, she saw the truth and the illusion on that mountain, and experienced endless loneliness, no one to accompany and no one to speak.
Compared to that time, there was one more person next to her this time, and she seemed to be no longer so lonely, but she understood more that without that person, the Buddha would not be able to trap her for so many years.
She stood up, looked at Ning Que quietly and said, "A green pear has come to dream. How many years have we spent here, how many years have you missed me."
Ning Qu ignored her, just thinking about how many years they had lived in this chessboard world. The more they thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, because the years had been long, even the scenes of those years were blurred.
"Master Qishan said back then that when we entered the front of the chessboard, one moment is a year, and when we entered the back of the chessboard, one moment is a moment. Where did we enter? How many years have passed outside?"
Sangsang was about to get angry, but when he listened to Ning Que's problem, he realized that he didn't care about being angry at all. After a moment of silence, he said, "Since I came in, how could the Buddha be so free?"
Ning Que asked: "Can you roughly calculate it?"
Sangsang thought for a while and said, "It will only take several years at most."
Ning Que now has no way to understand the concept of the level of time flow rate, but it is not too difficult for Haotian.
“It’s very dangerous.”
Sangsang looked at the far east and said, "I almost lost in time."
"Fortunately, I woke up."
Ning Que looked at the sky and thought about the sound of the axe, feeling a little puzzled.
Now he naturally understands that practicing Buddhism in Baita Temple is very dangerous. He gradually becomes obsessed with Buddhism. If he is another practitioner, no matter how high the realm is, it will be difficult to wake up from that peaceful and joyful world.
Come here. If you can't wake up, you can't see through the world of the chessboard and you can't go back to the real world.
Fortunately, there are fragments of consciousness left by Liansheng in his sea of consciousness.
Liansheng is a monk who has attained enlightenment and a maniac of blood sea. He was once obsessed with Buddha and even more disliked Buddha. Only such a magical existence can maintain the brilliance of the boundless Buddhist teachings, and use fragments of consciousness to turn into sharp axes to keep slashing him.
My head, I wanted to wake him up with pain, so where did the axe in the sky come from? Who wants to wake him up?
Sangsang said: "If you can't wake up, I'll probably never wake up. Since that's the case, then what you owe me will be offset by this, and I won't punish you."
Ning Que knew what she meant. Without him, how could she have attachment to the world? How could secular days tie her up so deeply? How could the chessboard trap her?
He smiled and didn't say anything.
At this moment, several rays of light suddenly appeared in the dark sky.
Ning Que's expression was slightly stern. Last time he was in Lanke Temple, he had seen these pure lights in the chessboard and knew that each light was the rule of the chessboard world.
The rules of the world are collapsing, and they are the most terrifying power.
He was not afraid, he had experience in dealing with this situation.
He took out the big black umbrella and said to Sangsang: "Let's go?"
He used questions, didn't say he was going to leave directly, and he didn't have any emotions. It was because he was a little uneasy. He was a little worried that she wanted to stay in the chessboard, continue to look for Buddha and kill him, a seemingly impossible task, which was already impossible.
.I was also worried that she would return to the Kingdom of God after leaving the chessboard and returning to the world.
According to Sangsang's previous code of conduct, she would definitely choose to stay in the chessboard world and continue to search for the Buddha - the powerful enemy had unknowingly trapped her for hundreds or even thousands of years - the more she was, the more she wanted to do it.
The Buddha killed her because she was the great Haotian.
Today, her performance was a little unexpected to Ning Que. She walked to him and said calmly: "Let's go."
Ning Que was stunned for a moment and handed over the umbrella.
With a soft sound from the puff, Sangsang opened the big black umbrella, as if it was stretching out a night.
Yese covered her and Ning Que all in.
A moment passed, a moment passed, a moment passed, a moment passed, a moment passed, a moment passed, a day and a night passed.
It seemed as if countless disasters had passed, the black umbrella was still on the lakeside, Ning Que and Sangsang were still under the umbrella, nothing happened, they could not leave, they were still in the chessboard.
Ning Que remembered what Qingban monk said before his death: I don’t want you to leave.
This world doesn't want them to leave.
His face was slightly pale, and his hand holding Sangsang was trembling slightly.
But, why is this?
In Lanke Temple, they entered the chessboard, and the rules of the world chased Sangsang. They opened the black umbrella, and the rules of the world could no longer be found, and they disappeared.
Why did I open the black umbrella today but didn’t leave?
Sangsang looked at the dark sky, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I can't sense the outside world."
She is the rule. As long as she can communicate with the rules of the world outside the board, she can return to the human world. Just like she can still return to the Kingdom of Haotian even if she dies. This is the same.
The big black umbrella can make the rules of this world unable to find them, and can also help her communicate with the rules of the outside world. If she cannot sense it, then there are only two possibilities.
The umbrella broke, or she had a problem.
If the big black umbrella is not broken, then there is something wrong with Sangsang.
Without waiting for Ning Que to ask, she said, "I have become much weaker."
Her expression was a little confused.
Even though she was infused with the power of the world by Ning Que and was stained with countless worldly thoughts, she became weaker and weaker, but she still looked indifferent and extremely confident.
Because she is very powerful, even if she is weaker, she is still so powerful that it is unimaginable.
However, now, she found that she was really weak, to an unimaginable extent.
She closed her eyes and began to think about the reason.