The fifth volume of the pen of magic, chapter 149, running wild in the world of Buddha
The girl wants to cross the river, who will carry me? I'll carry you... Ning Que hummed a song, carried her girl and walked into the woods by the river. He was so happy that he was so crazy that he passed Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
This hurdle has naturally been released wildly.
There are countless Buddhas in the wilderness in Hexi who are looking for him and Sangsang, wanting to kill him and Sangsang, but he believes that those Buddhas cannot cross the river - there are countless thousands of resentful skeletons in the river.
Those things have low IQ and great ability. Without the command of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, they will not distinguish between enemies and me. How could they let those Buddhas go? It is important to know that Buddha light can suppress ghosts and is also an excellent nourishment for ghosts. Ning Que and Sangsang can rely on Hao.
The divine light of heaven is purified, and those Buddhas do not have this ability.
When he walked to the forest, the singing suddenly stopped. Ning Que knelt down in the moss all over the ground with a bang, holding the wetland with both hands and vomiting blood, his face turned pale in pain.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is not so easy to kill. It was not until this time that he realized that his body was seriously injured, as if the battlefield after the bloody battle was full of wounds and bleeding everywhere. He wanted to find a complete bone,
It became very difficult, and the mind power in the sea of consciousness was even more chaotic.
He turned around hard, sat down against the redwood tree, gasped for painstakingly, held Sangsang in his arms, and said, "I just felt a little unreliable. You were too fierce when you fought."
Sangsang said in his heart: "How?"
"This is my body, you should cherish it."
Ning Que thought about the bloody battle between her and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva before, and the extremely powerful human head banner that ruined her body like that, without blinking, she was helpless.
Sangsang said: "Because of this, why should I cherish it?"
Ning Que said annoyedly: "You can win if you don't have life. Don't I understand this principle? I just want you to say something nice, and it's all integrated. Why can't you even say intimate words?"
The integration in his words is naturally a different meaning.
Sangsang said, "What can you do if you break your body?"
Ning Que was furious, turned her body over, slapped her ass twice, and said with a slap, "If there is another time, I'm not polite to your body if I'm careful."
Sangsang seemed a little tired and ignored him. The fight turned into a fight alone, which was naturally boring. He leaned against the trunk of the tree and looked at the scenery on the other side boredly, passing the time.
Logically speaking, he should be anxious to meditate and recuperate at this time to treat injuries on his body and restore his mind, but he did nothing, and as time goes by, the injury will naturally heal.
Haotian is integrated with him. When it comes to life recovery, who can be stronger than him?
Ning Que stood up and was about to leave with Sangsang on his back, when he suddenly saw a lot of Taoist Buddha lights appearing in the redwood forest on the other side, and then the sound of sutras sounded.
Each golden ball of light is a Buddha, and the number of Buddhas who have faced them and were injured by them is naturally far greater than what he saw.
Ning Que thought that these Buddhas could not cross the river, so he was not in a hurry. He smiled and looked at the other side, and even waved to the Buddha in front of him - the Buddha was an acquaintance. He and Sangsang were listening in Chaoyang City.
The plays are always bought in the hands of this Buddha, and he still doesn’t know what kind of Buddha this Buddha is.
The dark dome gradually became brighter, the river bank gradually became brighter, the Buddha's light became stronger, and the sound of the sutra gradually became soaring. For a moment, I don't know how many tens of Buddhas came to the bank of the Styx and looked at the other side in silence.
Ning Que's expression became solemn. With his eyesight, he couldn't even count how many Buddhas were. What shocked him even more was that those Buddhas actually began to walk into the Styx.
Thousands and tens of thousands or even more Buddhas bypassed the collapsed redwood trees, walked across the wet and soft river beaches, silently entering the clear river water, which was dark, as if a large army crossed the river.
There are more resentful skeletons in the depths of the Styx. They sense the Buddha's light and breath on these Buddhas, but they do not sense the pressure in the various pillars of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. After hesitating for a moment, they finally fail to suppress their instincts.
My love for light and my greed for those pure Buddha breaths surged up.
The clear river water turns black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the calm river surface suddenly becomes extremely turbulent. Some Buddhas with low cultivation are directly swept away by the river water, and then become food for resentful souls. Buddhas with high cultivation are counted.
Ten or even hundreds of resentful souls surrounded them and kept devouring them. The scene looked extremely terrifying.
Ning Que was puzzled that during the whole process, no Buddha made a sound. They entered the water silently, were swept away silently, were swallowed silently, and turned into countless pieces of golden light, even clearly facing the resentful soul.
They no longer chant Buddhist scriptures that ghosts have the ultimate effect of suppressing the penance, as if they are deliberately sending death.
There are dozens of Buddhas with profound Buddhist teachings the same. If they use their means, not to mention protecting themselves, they can completely save the Buddhas beside them who have fallen into hell, but they did nothing, just put their hands together,
Walking silently into the depths of the Styx.
Countless Buddhas walked into the gloomy River of Styx, rising and falling in the river, crowding densely together. From time to time, Buddhas were swept away by water, dragged away by resentful souls, and torn into pieces by the white claws of skeletons.
Looking at this shocking and speechless scene, Ning Que no longer felt like a large army crossing the river. He felt like it was a scene of countless bisons being swallowed by crocodiles when crossing the river on the prairie.
Why? Why are these Buddhas so silent and so calmly? Ning Que even saw a Buddha in the black waves swallowed by a resentful soul, his face was still so firm.
At this moment, the earth suddenly vibrated. Ning Que looked back suddenly and looked at the place where the vibration started. He saw that the sky in the distant east suddenly became extremely bright, and the supreme Buddha power emerged there.
The Buddha's light instantly came to the banks of the Styx, illuminating all life in the woods and forests.
The light fell, and Ning Que's clothes were covered with a layer of golden light. He felt a powerful pressure, and also felt that Sangsang was weakening and quickly opened the big black umbrella.
The Buddha's light also fell in the Styx River. The dark river water did not become clear, but it rolled up sharply, as if someone had placed a fire under the Styx River, which instantly boiled countless Styx River waters.
In the boiling water of the Styx, countless Buddhas were still moving forward silently. Countless resentful souls that were devouring the Buddha's breath raised their heads and looked at the Buddha's light in a daze. Countless skeletons who were tearing the Buddha's body stopped their movements, trying to look at the Buddha's light,
But he was a little timid, and then both the resentful souls and the skeletons gradually turned into extremely thin spots of light.
The dense spots of light, like fireflies, floated in the boiling river water, and fell on the living Buddhas. The Buddha's breath was suddenly improved, and the expression on his face became more resolute, rising towards the Buddha's light in the distant east.
Wherever, we keep walking towards the other side.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas are on the sect?" Ning Que said to himself.
"Thousands of ghosts cross the river." Sangsang said contemptuously.
Whether it is the Ten Thousand Buddhas who go to the sect or the Ten Thousand Ghosts cross the river, Ning Que didn't know why these Buddhas did this, nor did he understand what it means that the Buddhas were eaten by ghosts and ghosts were attached to the Buddhas, but he knew that these Buddhas became stronger.
It was even more terrifying. He even saw thousands of resentful souls turning into a green lion in the boiling river. An inconspicuous Buddha was carried by this green lion and walked on the river. Is it another
Buddha?
A Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva almost forced Ning Que and Sangsang into a desperate situation. The Styx washed his body. If there were several great Bodhisattvas with similar realms, how could they survive?
What else do you have to think about at this time? The Buddha's light in the distant east gradually subsided, and countless Buddhas and the great Bodhisattvas among them were about to reach the other side. Ning Que carried Sangsang on his back and turned around and began to run wildly.
Run wildly, and run for a hundred days.
Ning Que himself couldn't figure out how far he had run with Sangsang in the past hundred days. He only knew how hard he ran, and the farther he could throw the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas behind him, the better.
During the running journey, there were plateau meadows, land and sea, and steep mountains. He didn't know where he had run, but only knew to head towards the distant east.
From the fourth day, he could no longer hear the chants behind him. When he turned around, he could not see the Buddha's light in the night sky. But he knew that those Buddhas would never stop, just stop by themselves.
Or slow down, then one day you will be chased by the other party. Those Buddhas are turtles.
The world is vast. He ran wildly for a hundred days without seeing the end. Fortunately, he did not need to distinguish between directions and did not need to worry about running back to the original place, because the Buddha was right in front of him.
The Buddha's light became clearer and clearer, which meant that the Buddha's light was getting closer and closer. Somewhat wonderful was that those Buddha lights did not cause harm to him and Sangsang like the previous Buddha lights, but instead made them feel a little comfortable.
Although I felt comfortable, I was not feeling relaxed. Ning Que and Sangsang talked less and less these days, and remained silent for a long time during the running process. He thought that he would soon see the Buddha and start gambling his life.
So I was in a heavy mood, and Sangsang was thinking about something.
If you want to practice Buddha, you must first see Buddha. The Buddha will wake up from the state of Nirvana, either live or die - God, Master Master 2, Buddha Third, Sangsang is now weak. If Buddha is born, she and Ning Que will die.
Ning Que and Sangsang are each other's own life. He should know everything she thinks, but this time the things she thinks are too complicated and too profound. The lines of thinking he can perceive are difficult to see clearly, let alone understand them.
It was like a mess, entangled in the hearts of the two. After understanding this, his mood became heavier and heavier. Even Sangsang didn't come up with a way. What should he do after seeing the Buddha?
One day, I came to a meadow and a snow peak appeared in the distance. He broke the silence for many days and said, "When I first learned to practice, I went to gamble, which means I was probably a natural gambler, and now I am
Of course, I have the courage to keep my wealth in my pocket.”
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(I got home, I didn’t have a good rest for a day and a night, so I was extremely tired.) (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)