Volume Five, The Pen of God, Chapter 152: Cultivating Buddha (Part 2)
The Buddhist scriptures once said that painting Buddha statues is a very disrespectful act, but in fact, there are Buddha statues in countless ancient temples and old temples on earth, and there are murals on the walls. The stone Buddha statues on the top of the tile mountain behind the Lanke Temple went straight into the sky. After the Buddha died,
The body turned into a giant peak of Prajna, which is also a kind of Buddha statue. Including the Pure Land in this chessboard, there are countless Buddha statues. Instead, the Taoist sect that truly ruled this world has never set up an image for Haotian. This situation vaguely reveals some
question.
The Buddha sect has its own reasons for erecting countless Buddha statues. Ning Que wanted to try to start through the Buddha statue to see if it could cut off the connection between the Buddha and sentient beings. This is his practice of Buddha.
It’s just that some things can be thought clearly and said proudly, but it is very difficult to do it. This snow-capped mountain is very majestic. If it is the starting coordinates of the Buddha in this world or the collection of original Buddha natures,
The broad marble he is located in is just one of the toes of Buddha. What’s more troublesome is that the black rock in the mountains is very hard, and even if he moves the Haoranqi knife, it will be very difficult.
The dark iron knife kept falling on the black cliff rock, making a loud thunderous sound, shaking the gravel rolled uneasy, but it often could only cut off an extremely thin layer of stone. Calculated at the current speed, Ning Que would be counted.
I just want to cut Buddha’s toenails round, but it will take a long time.
"If someone else is too anxious, he will cram the Buddha's feet, but you will give the Buddha's feet a praising."
Sangsang felt that his approach was incomprehensible. She couldn't even figure it out. Even if Ning Que renovated this Foshan, what changes could it have to the current situation.
Ning Que kept chopping the cliff with an iron knife and said, "I can't explain it clearly to you. When you practice until the end, you will understand. The so-called cultivation of Buddha means practicing Buddha."
Cultivating Buddha means cultivating Buddha, and the two practices naturally do not mean the same thing. Sangsang said: "Even if that is the case, will you practice? The academy will only be destroyed. When will it be built?"
The statue of the Buddha on Mount Wa was cut off directly by Jun Mo with an iron sword, and he was cutting down the Prajna Peak. From this point of view, the academy is indeed better at destroying Buddha statues. He has no experience in cultivating Buddha statues.
Ning Que inserted the iron knife into a crack in the cliff stone. He pulled it hard, pulled away a stone as big as a watermelon, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and said, "You have prejudice against the academy...Who said we can't build it?
We can cultivate Chang'an City, but can't we still cultivate a Buddha statue?"
Sangsang said: "You can't even weave willow branches well, and you still want to carve something decent?"
Ning Que said: "I told you before. I have already thought about this matter, and I have thought about it from the other side of the river. Didn't I build a boat with a redwood tree? This is just practicing."
"Using a wooden boat to practice the Buddha statue? It sounds a bit unreliable."
"Where is no longer reliable? At most, the Buddha you cultivated in the end is ugly and there is no delay in anything."
Sangsang was a little tired, feeling nothing to say, or he didn't want to continue talking to him, so he was silent.
Speaking is a one-sided thing, and there is no need for dialogue. Ning Que continued to nag without caring, and continued to wave his iron knife to chop the stones between the cliffs. The roar continued, and the black stones flew around.
The countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the fields outside the golden pond could not hear what he was saying on the cliff, but could see what he was doing. The expression on his face gradually became severe.
Especially the majestic green lion hundreds of feet tall in the front, she looked particularly angry and a little uneasy. She kept roaring violently at the dark sky, waving her head and the mane between the green lion's neck
It was shining with Buddha's light, as deep as the forest, and with its anger, it stood up one after another, looking like countless swords.
Ning Que was resting with an iron knife at this time. He looked at the changes of the green lion in the distance. He was stunned at first, then laughed, pointed to the place and said, "Look! That big cat is furious!"
How could Sangsang pay attention to him?
The green lion became more angry as he heard the laughter from the mountain peaks. The movement of swinging the lion's head seemed wilder, and the violent airflow brought about torn the clouds in the sky into pieces!
In the terrifying turbulence and howling sound, the manes glowing Buddha's light from the green lion's neck shot out, turning into hundreds of black shadows, breaking through the clouds and flying to the front of the mountain!
Thousands of golden ponds outside the mountain are prohibitions left by Buddha, and even the green lion cannot overcome them, but its mane has no life and can launch long-range attacks.
The green lion's mane instantly came to the cliff, like rain falling, only the dense sound of impact sounded, countless gravels sputtered everywhere, and each mane seemed to be an invincible spear!
There were three spears made of mane, which were stalked hard on Sangsang's body. Ning Que's expression suddenly turned and rolled to her side on the spot, stretched out the big black umbrella, and inserted the handle of the umbrella into the cliff.
Sangsang's body was not destroyed, but there was a thin white mouth on her cheek. Her body was a divine body. You can imagine how terrifying the power contained in the manes of the green lion!
"Look, they are really scared, which means what I do is really useful." Ning Que held the handle of the umbrella tightly, leaned on Sangsang's tall body, and whispered in her ear.
The long-range attack of the green lion was still continuing. Dull sounds of impact came from the cliffs, and two large manes fell on the big black umbrella, which made Ning Que's mouth sore.
Immediately afterwards, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness also sacrificed magic weapons to practice with them, and threw them towards the mountains at a long distance. However, the cultivation of these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas was obviously different from that of the green lions, and only a few big ones
The Bodhisattva's magic weapon fell between the cliffs, causing a shock. More magic weapons could not fly to the cliffs at all, and fell dejectedly above the golden pond.
There seemed to be an invisible cover above the golden pond. The Buddha's magic weapons fell on it and were instantly shaken into pieces, turning into countless golden streams, and they were shot everywhere. The Buddha's light was contained in the magic weapons, and the pond became brighter.
Even the black sky seemed to be illuminated.
Ning Que narrowed his eyes, felt the pain in his body, and looked at the wilderness silently.
After a long time, the terrorist attack from the wilderness finally stopped. Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas remained silent. The green lion swung its head and made an unwilling roar towards the sky.
Ning Que put away the black umbrella and stood up to look at the field in the distance. He was angry but a little helpless. The Buddha powers of the great Bodhisattvas and the green lions were not something he could resist now.
He stretched the black umbrella in his hand towards the wilderness, which was a humiliating posture. As for whether the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas could understand it, it was not within his consideration, and people did not need to understand it.
Then he looked at the green lion with obviously fewer manes and cursed: "Continue to shake it! If you have the ability, you will throw away all your bad hair and turn it into a bald donkey! My academy will kill bald donkeys!"
Qingshi replied with anger, but had no choice but to do anything to him.
Ning Que was even more angry because Sangsang's body was almost injured. Because the manes and magical instruments turned into Buddha light, making Sangsang weaker and more painful, which was something he could not accept.
The Buddha's light was extremely strong between the mountains and the pond. He carried Sangsang behind him and tied the handle of the umbrella in front of him to ensure that Sangsang's body was covered with a black umbrella, and walked towards his original position with an iron knife.
This mountain is really strong. Even the mane of the green lion and the magic weapon of the Bodhisattva only shattered the surface of the cliff a very thin layer, which was not helpful to him.
Ning Que carried Sangsang on his back, held a big black umbrella, bent, and kept waving his iron knife at the hard cliff rocks, just like an old farmer wearing a hat constantly farming in the scorching sun.
Farming is always the hardest activity for human beings. Sweat beads keep popping up on his forehead, and the sweat beads dripped on his hands and then on the ground, mixing into the slightly broken cliff stones, as if irrigating.
"It's really tired." He wiped his sweat off and said gasping: "Why are you so tired?"
Sangsang said: "I have planted chili peppers in the yard of Weicheng, so I am not tired."
Ning Que was a little hurting his self-esteem and said, "That's because you are weak and cold first and can't sweat. Try it like me? Sweat runs everywhere, it's very annoying. Your hands keep slipping, so of course you're easily tired.
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Sangsang's voice was a little weak, but he was still emotional: "You can't."
I have said before that what Ning Que dislikes the most is that he is said to be unsuitable, especially when a woman says that he is not good, and the most unbearable that his woman says that he is not good.
"That's because you are fat! Why won't you be tired if you are so heavy with a woman on your back? When you were in Weicheng, why didn't you say you would carry me to loosen the soil and prune branches! You have to bear the main responsibility!"
He shouted angrily: "When I was a child, I was not so disadvantageous when I carried you on my back. I didn't say that you were so thin. When you pick your body, you have to choose a slim and even-proportionate one, right?"
Sangsang said, "Do you like to be thin?"
Ning Que said: "Is this what I like? I'm simply talking about weight."
Sangsang said, "You still like to be thin."
Ning Que threw the iron knife in his hand to the ground and said, "I said, this is not something I like!"
Sangsang said: "The divine body I chose must be perfect. It was just that your teacher was infused with a worldly meaning in front of the gate of the Kingdom of God, so you have become fat. If you want to blame him, you should blame him."
Ning Que silently picked up the iron knife and continued to chop the mountain.
Sangsang said, "Continue."
Ning Que held it in for a long time and said, "I won't say anything about my teacher."
Sangsang asked, "How do you get rid of my poison when you practice Buddhism?"
Ning Que said: "You, I, husband and wife are one, and if I become a Buddha, you will naturally become a Buddha. Not to mention eliminating poison, these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will be our husband and wife's younger brothers, so fun."
Sangsang asked, "How did you think of this method?"
Ning Que said: "Why are there so many questions? Just listen to your man honestly. Who am I? I am the male protagonist of this story. You are the female protagonist. When it is dangerous, the male protagonist must stand in front of the female protagonist.
, to solve her problems, and in the end, the two of them can live a happy life."
"Is there a happy life? I'm a little tired, so sleep for a while." Sangsang said.
Ning Que felt her voice a little sweet, as if she had drunk sugar water, so he also felt that his throat, which was spicy due to thirst, suddenly became sweet and very happy.
Sangsang started to sleep, and he slept for three years.
When she woke up, the Buddha's right foot had been repaired and turned into an extremely delicate little foot, which looked familiar. If it was whiter, it might look more familiar.
I will definitely get something for three years of sweating and farming.
He cultivated the Buddha's feet into Sangsang's feet.
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(Thank you very much, I have been working hard, thank you again.)