"You're not curious why I can repair it so quickly?"
"You said it, you know it."
"You can't even hear the words?"
"I haven't heard you speak in years."
Ning Que was silent for a while and said, "I haven't heard you speak for many years."
Sangsang was also silent for a while and said, "So, why?"
"Because my guess is correct, after practicing Buddhism for sixteen years, your poison has become clearer and clearer. Although I haven't woken up, it has made me stronger and stronger, and naturally it has become faster and faster."
Ning Que said happily: "Of course, the most important reason is that my carving technique is really good now. If you give me a piece of rotten wood, the objects I carved will cost at least a few hundred taels of silver in the world. I don't
Just a great master of talismans, I am also a master of carving, no, a master of my generation.”
Sangsang nodded softly, looking very calm.
Ning Que was a little surprised and said, "I've talked about a lot of money, why didn't you react?"
Sangsang said, and after a while, he said, "I'm a little tired and want to sleep for a while."
Every time she wakes up, she will fall asleep again after saying a few words. Ning Que is no longer as lost as before. He thinks that although his heart is getting worse, Sangsang is still weak and should indeed sleep for a while.
Sleep is the best way to restore your spirits - Sangsang has been sleeping for sixteen years, but he has not slept in the past sixteen years, and he is so sleepy that he is so tired that he is unimaginable.
He took out the dried frog meat from his arms, tear off a few strands and stuffed them into his mouth to start chewing.
The frog meat has a tender fiber and will be very delicious as long as it is cooked properly. For example, a spicy pot, a green pepper boil, or a roasted roast, but no matter how delicious it is, it will be eaten for many years and will always be in the mouth of diners.
Even if it turns into wood residue, no matter how greedy a person is, he will even want to vomit even if he eats a frog for sixteen years.
Ning Que did not vomit, there was no expression on his face, and he chewed mechanically, looking very dull until he chewed all the dried frog meat in his mouth into crumbs and swallowed it.
The miserable childhood experience made him realize clearly that the most difficult enemy that humans can deal with is definitely not unpalatable food, but lack of food, because hunger is even more terrifying than death.
At the end of the last decade, he rarely spent time on food. The time was too long and loneliness was too difficult. He spent all his time and energy on practicing Buddhism and wanted to leave here earlier, so he was
A lot of frog meat was caught in the golden pond, and then hung it on the cliff. The wind and sun were blowing, and these frog meats became his main food. They didn't need to take time to deal with it. They took it when they were hungry.
Some out to eat.
The air-dried frog meat has no smell and can't chew it any fragrance no matter how you chew it, so it's hard to swallow it. He sat on the cliff and looked at the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness, using each other's pain as seasoning.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness became more and more angry. As he practiced the Buddha's body more and more dissatisfied, he also carved a maid's clothes for the Buddha. This anger reached the top and echoed in the heaven and earth.
The sound of chanting in the intercourse became more and more majestic, and the Buddha light falling on his body became more and more terrifying.
The real terrifying thing is the green lion hundreds of feet tall.
The front hooves of the green lion were covered with blood and mud stains. It lowered its head and slowly licked its injured front hooves. It no longer whistled like in previous years. However, it contained a great sense of domineering and dangerousness in its silence.
A few days ago, the blue lion finally stepped into the golden pond. Although he failed to run to the bottom of the mountain, he only stepped on several ponds and was shaken back to the wilderness by the Buddha's ban, but after all, there has been progress.
The green lion did not become stronger, but the Buddha statue was gradually deformed under Ning Que's iron knife. The magic power left by the Buddha here gradually became weaker, and the restrictions naturally became weaker.
The green lion hundreds of feet tall no longer healed his wounds. He raised his head and broke through the clouds. The picture was shocking. It looked at Ning Que on the Buddha statue, with a solemn and cold expression, full of determination to kill.
Ning Que was very tired and sleepy. Sangsang fell asleep again, which made him feel very sad. He also felt that frog meat was really hard to eat, so he was in a bad mood at this time.
He wanted to take a break and do something else to adjust his life in practicing Buddhism. At this moment, he saw the green lion in the wilderness provoking, and he was immediately furious.
He untied the iron bow, pulled the hard bow string to the most perfect level, and then let go of his fingers without warning. A round breath burst out between the strings, and the dark iron arrow disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, the handsome monk sitting cross-legged on the back of the green lion suddenly burst out from his chest with a big rippled blood, then fell to the ground hundreds of feet, and hit the field and made a muffled sound.
The Qingjun monk died, but the Buddha did not die. Or in the past sixteen years, the Qingjun monk was the Buddha, but when the iron arrow came to his body, he was not the Buddha.
His and Sangsang made no mistake in their judgment. The Buddha's position among all living beings in this world was unpredictable, and even the light could not catch up, so it was naturally difficult for Yuan Shisan Arrow to catch up.
Qingjun monk died like this. Qingshi was shocked, and then extremely angry, and let out a violent roar at Ning Que on the cliff. The clouds before the lion's head were instantly shaken into countless extremely thin clouds, a golden pond
Countless golden lotus in it fell down one after another, and its momentum was unimaginable.
Ning Que also roared at the green lion, and the roar exploded in the fields like thunder. There was no words, but it exuded an extremely domineering aura and was extremely wild and unrestrained.
As he practiced Buddhism for a long time, the restrictions left by the Buddha gradually became weaker, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness could break through the golden pond at any time, so the green lion was so confident and cold.
But as the years of practicing Buddhism, the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance in Sangsang gradually dissipated, and Haotian slowly recovered his strength in his sleep, and Ning Que naturally became stronger.
In the end, we have to return to time or cause and effect. Cause and effect are sequence and time are sequence. The order can determine the shape of the universe and the end of the war.
Ning Que was very confident. He knew that he and Sangsang would definitely win in the end.
He shot the famous Bodhisattva with one arrow and roared with the green lion like a real beast. He felt very happy. His bored life in practicing Buddhism became vivid because of this little episode. He had accumulated loneliness in his heart for many years.
With repulsion, he disappeared in an instant. He climbed to the cliff at a high place and continued to practice Buddhism himself.
Two years have passed, Ning Que has cultivated the Buddha's hands. The Buddha did not hold a clean bottle or a umbrella, but held an umbrella - an umbrella cut from the black cliff, which is naturally a black umbrella.
At the beginning, it took him three years to cultivate one foot of the Buddha, and then ten years to cultivate the other foot, and at the same time to repair the hem of the maid's clothes, and wait to repair the maid's clothes that the Buddha wore, and then
It took him three years, and compared with this, he is indeed much faster now.
Next, Ning Que's practice of Buddha slowed down a lot because he had already reached the highest point of the mountain and began to practice the appearance of Buddha. There is no doubt that this is the most critical stage of practicing Buddha.
The iron knife fell between the Buddha's plump face and round earlobes, very slowly, and the blade seemed to be carrying a mountain. Because of caution, it felt extremely solemn.
Before I knew it, another ten years have passed.
The Buddha's ears no longer drooped their shoulders, and they appeared faintly after the newly engraved hair. The Buddha's face no longer round as the full moon. It has become much thinner and smaller, and looks very ordinary.
The iron knife finally landed on the Buddha's lips.
The Buddha opened his lips and silenced. Countless Buddhas' words suddenly rang between heaven and earth. The Buddha's light was written in the wilderness, and countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas recited them in harmony. A supreme Buddha's power went straight into Ning Que's chest and abdomen.
With a puff, Ning Que vomited a mouthful of blood, his eyes suddenly dimmed. At the same time, he felt Sangsang frowning slightly in his heart, feeling a little painful, as if he was about to wake up.
He knew he was wrong, and without hesitation he cut out hundreds of knives, directly chopping off the Buddha's mouth, and chopping it into a tightly pursed thin lips, so the Buddha's voice and Buddha's power quietly subsided.
The Buddha has finished practicing.
The Buddha nowadays, black, thin, and small, wearing loose maid's uniforms.
Sangsang woke up, looked at the Buddha and said, "You still like her more."
She is not Mo Shanshan in this sentence. Although Mo Shanshan has two thin lips and likes to purse it tightly. Sangsang said that the one he likes more is Hei Sangsang.
Ning Que smiled and said, "I have been watching you in the world for twenty years, so I naturally like you more. After seeing you in the world for a long time, I will naturally like you now."
He laughed happily at Sangsang's face carved from the black cliff stone, and was not full of joy.
Sangsang said, "She has no mouth."
Ning Que said: "You don't like talking anyway."
Sangsang said: "How can you teach the world without speaking, and how can you seize sentient beings and become Buddhas?"
Ning Que said: "I'll just say it for you. You know, when I need it, I can be a chatterbox."
His practice of Buddha has been completed, but he has not yet become a Buddha.
There are very few remnants left by the Buddha. In the past ten years, the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the fields have entered the periphery of the golden pond, and the green lion has arrived not far from the foot of the mountain.
The green lion's body was covered with wounds, and its four hooves brought the mud at the bottom of the pond, as if dyed ink. It slowly and firmly moved towards Foshan, with every step being as heavy as a tremendous pound.
Ten years have been enough to re-educate the Buddha's face, and it is enough to happen many things. Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas walked from the fields, and the footprints left became a river channel, leading to the distant West, with clear river water rolling from the west.
The waves came, and there were countless gloomy auras and countless resentful skeletons.
The river from the West is the Styx, which was summoned by countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas with great perseverance and supreme Buddhist teachings, constantly diluting the Buddha's light in the golden pond.
Ning Que swung his sword and slashed down. The Vermillion Bird roared violently. Countless radiances of Haotian gushed out from the blade, walked around the mountain and slashed out a bottomless ditch.
After the avalanche, countless snow accumulated under the cliff for decades. When it encountered fire, it suddenly transformed into the ditches and became a new river, truly clear and quiet.
The water of the Styx and the New River meet at the foot of the mountain. They have not blended together, and are still clearly distinguished. They look at each other coldly and maintain their own breath. No one can move forward.
Ning Que sat cross-legged on the Buddha's head, closed his eyes and began to meditate - he finished practicing the Buddha in the mountains and began to cultivate the Buddha in his heart. He wanted to become a Buddha, and he wanted to become the only true Buddha in heaven and earth.
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