Volume Five, The Pen of God, Chapter 153: Cultivating Buddha
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Through his eyes, Sangsang saw Foshan as old as before. The cliffs had slightly changed shape, and the fields were as old as before. The Buddha and the Bodhisattva were still chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name. The green lion was still so angry. It took three years for anger.
I wonder if it would be tired, but she suddenly wanted to know how Ning Que lived through these three years.
"How did you pass? Carrying an iron knife and digging everywhere, you don't know why this broken mountain is so hard. In three years, you have made such a piece of land. If the old farmers in the south see it, you might be able to see it.
I look down on me so much, but I am so tired. What should I do if I am tired? Just rest, just like why I have to eat when I am hungry."
Ning Que's speech speed is very fast and his tone fluctuates very much, as if he is telling something that is very surprising. In fact, it is just because he has not spoken to anyone for three years.
Sangsang was silent for a moment, without showing any emotion, and asked, "What are you eating?"
In three years, Ning Que could hear only the sound of an iron knife falling on the cliff, the sound of a green lion roaring in the wilderness, the sound of a wind blowing on the rocks, the cicadas and frogs in the pond at the foot of the mountain, and himself and himself
The sound of speaking was finally heard by Sangsang's voice. He felt as if he had eaten a pot of Tongtian Pills, his whole body was relaxed and he was floating lightly and was about to float into the depths of the sky, so wonderful that it was so wonderful.
"What to eat? Hey, don't say that there are really a lot of delicious food in this broken place. Boil frogs in water, fried frogs, fried frogs, roasted frogs, raw frogs, change the tricks, no weight!"
When Sangsang was a child, he heard Ning Que say that in his world there is a kind of person who makes money by speaking. Those people often speak very quickly. They like rhymes, repetitions, or like it very much and are good at talking nonsense. At this time, they listen to Ning Que's mouth.
A long list of words about frogs, I think he is probably learning from those people.
Ning Que didn't know what she was thinking, because he couldn't feel it, but just talked happily about his life in the past three years, spitting everywhere. It seemed to be more than sweat shed.
He said proudly: "Yes, there is oil, of course there must be oil... I squeezed some lotus seed oil myself, whether it is used to mix wild vegetables or frogs, it will be delicious."
Sangsang said: "You should eat something vegetarian."
Ning Quemei Fei said, "Don't worry. I have never forgotten the combination of meat and vegetables. I stew lotus roots, stir-fried lotus roots, and newly peeled lotus seeds, and the crispy taste is not bitter yet! In fact, if I want to say what I like the most, it is fried.
, Whether it is roasted with lotus leaves or fried raw, it smells so fragrant... but I just think of my third senior sister. I can't even speak."
Three years later, he was so thin and dark. He looked no different from the poor serfs under the Hanging Temple. On the contrary, Sangsang felt much better. The three poisons of greed, anger, and ignorance were still there, but he was calmer.
There is no danger of poisonous hair, no longer as weak as before sleeping.
Sangsang could see him and imagine how hard he had lived in the past three years. At this time, listening to his cheerful narration, he felt more and more pitiful. The emotion was so strong that she felt a little sad.
If you can cry, you will cry.
Ning Que felt the bitterness coming from his heart. After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, do you know I'm very good at living in the wild. I didn't often do this when I was a child?"
Sangsang didn't say anything, thinking that when he was a child, no matter how lonely you were in Minshan Mountains, at least I was around you. Now you still carry me on your back, but I was not here for the past three years.
Ning Que was still mumbling, she listened quietly, gradually narrowing her eyes, which was a smile, then she felt a little warm and gentle, and then she frowned in his heart.
Sangsang was silent for a long time, and then said, "I'm a little tired and want to sleep for a while."
Ning Que didn't expect it, and then he was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Okay."
Sangsang began to sleep again.
This time, she slept for a full ten years.
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Ten years later, Sangsang woke up.
This time she found that the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the field had not changed, but the mountain in front of her had changed a lot. Ning Que had already used an iron knife to cultivate the Buddha's feet and was re-carving the clothes on the Buddha's body.
Cutting constantly between the cliffs, a line of clothing slowly takes shape.
Compared with the clumsy and stiffness he had when he was practicing Buddhism at the beginning, Ning Que's technique is now much more proficient, and the iron knife is free to wander, just like the most experienced carvings in the town in front of Lanke Temple.
The progress of carving techniques was achieved by time and hard work. Thirteen years have passed. Ning Que has wielded many iron swords, and his sweat is everywhere on the cliff.
Ning Que felt her awakening, his body was a little stiff, and he was silent for a long time. He slowly inserted the iron knife into the crack in the cliff, reached out and patted her buttocks, and said with a smile: "Awaken?"
"Yes." Sangsang said.
"Then I'll take a rest." Ning Que sighed, a little tired and satisfied. He took her down and hugged her in his arms, walked to the cliff and sat down, looking at the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the field.
The Buddha and Bodhisattvas have been chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name for thirteen years. The Buddha's light in the golden pond is made. If the three poisons in Sangsang's body have not been eliminated, he is afraid that he will die on the spot in these Buddha's lights.
The green lion roared at the cliff and the clouds in the sky suddenly shattered.
Ning Que looked at the angry Qingshi and said with a smile: "What's the name Chun? My wife woke up and was so angry that she couldn't wake up. Shouldn't it be me who should call Chun at this time?"
Sangsang looked at the lines on the hem of the Buddha's robe, and didn't think it was a cassock no matter how he looked, he asked, "When you practice Buddha's robe, do you have to practice Buddha's clothes?"
Ning Que said: "You have to do things carefully, how can you make mistakes in such details?"
Sangsang asked, "Is it a Buddha if I don't wear a cassock?"
Ning Que said: "Why does Buddha have to wear a cassock?"
Sangsang asked, "Then what should this Buddha wear?"
Ning Que thought about the clothes he designed and said proudly: "You will know the day you carve it out, you must like it."
Sangsang was silent for a moment and said, "Your clothes are torn."
As a college walking, Ning Que naturally wore the academy uniform when he walked on earth. The courtyard uniform he chose was black and very dirty. Moreover, the academy uniform was very strong and could not be teared through ordinary attacks, so those years
There is basically no change in the room, only wash it casually when it is dirty.
In the Xiling Temple, he was imprisoned by Sangsang and cut into pieces. The courtyard suit was not on his body. Then he was thrown to him by Sangsang. This black courtyard suit accompanied him to spend countless years in the chessboard world.
There is still no place for destruction and rags. In the past thirteen years, the courtyard clothes have become ragged.
This shows how hard he has worked and how many things he has done over the years.
Ning Que is now very dark and thin. His hands have extremely thick cocoons, and he looks more like a farmer.
But his eyes were very bright, because as Sangsang's poison gradually cleared away, his mood became better and better, his spirit became stronger and stronger, and his feeling became stronger and stronger.
“I’ve made a lot of new dishes over the years.”
I felt that Sangsang's situation had indeed improved a lot. Ning Que was very happy. He hugged her body and pointed to the pond at the foot of the mountain and said happily: "I always thought there were no fish in the pond, but later I found that it was really deep in the lotus field.
Yes, I made a pot of fish soup, and that fresh one... I really have nothing to say."
He sniffed his mouth and savored the deliciousness of the pot of fish soup at that time, and then he felt lost. He said, "It's a pity that there are too few fish. It's hard to catch, and I don't have much time."
Sangsang was silent for a long time and said, "I'm a little tired, so I'll sleep for a while."
After saying this, she began to fall asleep again, and I don’t know how many years it will take to wake up again.
Ning Que looked at her face in his arms, his expression was a little dull. It took a long time to squeeze out a smile and said, "Sleep well, I will handle the matter here."
Sangsang kept sleeping, which reminded him of the time when she was seriously ill and dying, and a shadow appeared in his heart. But thinking that Sangsang did improve, he thought that the three poisons planted by the Buddha were too powerful, and it might take some time.
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He felt a little tired, and sat on the cliff and looked at the field. He was silent for a long time. His body was so tall, but his back was so lonely.
It is not difficult to endure fatigue and pain, because there is hope, the most difficult thing in the world is loneliness. He has been practicing Buddhism for thirteen years and has only said a few words to Sangsang. This is loneliness.
Because of emotional problems, Ning Que spared himself a whole day of vacation, until the morning light arose from the edge of the dark sky but disappeared quickly, he woke up.
He stretched, and the overly strained muscles and bone joints made a sharp and stern friction. Then he lowered his head and kissed Sangsang's round face a few times, making a whirring sound.
"Black...pig."
"Black...pig."
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"La, la, la la la la! La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
In the lonely singing, he carried Sangsang on his back, tied a big black umbrella, waved his iron knife, climbed around the cliff, chopping and cutting around with great skill, carving out new lines after brand new lines.
The Buddha has two delicate feet.
The Buddha's robe gradually changed, looking a little elegant and simple, dragging the hem of the skirt, as if someone had put a wide maid's suit on his small body.
Three years later, Sangsang woke up.
She looked at the familiar maid's uniform and remained silent.
Ning Que bit a lotus branch and asked, "How does it feel? Does it look like it?"
Sangsang said: "I will wear it again now, and I will definitely not be so loose."
Ning Que said: "Although your figure has changed, in my eyes, you are still the same now as you did back then."
Sangsang said, "Where has he been cultivated?"
Ning Que pointed to the top of the peak and said, "I will start practicing the face for the Buddha tomorrow."
Sangsang was a little surprised, and some of the surprise was that she did not show any joy.
She said: "It's much faster than those years before."
Ning Que said with a smile: "There is nothing but a skillful ear."
Sangsang said, "Can it be over after the repair?"
Ning Que said: "Of course, it will be over soon."
Sangsang was silent for a long time and said, "Yes, everything is almost over."