The fifth volume, the pen of the gods, the one hundred and fifty-ninth chapter, a new stroke
The top of the peak was in ruins, with broken beams and gravel everywhere. The broken bell kept rolling between the curtains, making a low sound. The first sermon was covered in dust. I walked to the cave, resisted the scalding heat, and squinted my eyes, trying to find the chessboard.
There is no trace of him, but he can't see it anywhere, with a sad look on his face.
The Xuankong Temple suffered a devastating disaster, countless yellow temples collapsed, and thousands of monks suffered heavy casualties. The monk soldiers in the wilderness, as well as Qinian and other powerful Buddhists were also affected by the shock and suffered serious injuries.
These are not the reasons why the lecturer is sad. He is sad because he feels that he will probably never see the chessboard left by the Buddha in this life, which means that it will be difficult for the Buddha to reappear in the world.
The chessboard broke through the hard rock and scalding underground rivers, reached countless thousands of miles deep into the strata, sank into the red magma, and was continuously burned by the high-temperature underground fire.
The chessboard could originally isolate everything from the outside world, and even the terrifying magma could not affect the world inside. But now there is a small gap on the chessboard, and the magma seeps in from there.
For the world on the chessboard, those small cracks are the two large cracks hundreds of miles long in the sky, and the little magma seeping in is the endless high-temperature flowing fire.
The black ocean submerged most of the land, and then gradually receded, leaving a devastated world. Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas stood in the ruins, looking at the fire flowing down from the sky, with expressions of despair on their faces.
The fire slurry kept dripping from the cracks in the sky, looking like countless red waterfalls. It was very beautiful, but also very terrifying. The fire slurry fell on the fields with residual floods, ablating toxin-laden heat.
The fog instantly enveloped the whole world, and many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas turned black and then died.
First encountering the world-destroying flood, and then the punishing heavenly fire, countless lives in the chessboard world ended. There were miserable scenes everywhere, and it looked like the Age of Ending Dharma mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures.
Chaoyang City has been washed away by the black sea. The muddy and soft ground is full of beams, wood, bricks, and drowned corpses. The bells in the White Pagoda Temple can no longer ring.
A young monk stood outside the city, quietly looking at the cracks high in the sky in the distance and the sky fire flowing down from there. He watched for a long time until the miserable howls in the city gradually fell silent.
The young monk left Chaoyang City and headed toward the far east. He looked at the statue of the maid Buddha there, clasped his hands together, and walked on the muddy water with a look of perseverance on his face.
He was going to cultivate Buddhism, or he might have to cultivate for thousands of years before he could re-cultivate the statue of the maid into his own image. Even then, he knew very well that he had failed. After Haotian left this world, he would inevitably return to her god.
But he still has to do it because this is his world.
Under the mountain pear tree behind the academy, Sangsang looked to the west with no emotion on his face.
She could not find and kill the Buddha on the chessboard in a short time, and she had to focus her main energy on the bright moon in the sky, so she chose to seal the chessboard deep underground and the chessboard was burned by high-temperature fire.
He will suffer thousands of calamities inside and will gradually become weak until he dies.
She looked to the west and said to the Buddha: "The mountain has no edges. The heaven and the earth are united, so that I can see you."
She is Haotian, who ordered the earth to kill the Buddha for her who dared to imprison her for thousands of years. What she said was God's will, even fate cannot defy it, and the Buddha will never be born again.
Ning Que understood why she said this and clearly felt the powerful power of the Law of Cause and Effect revealed in this sentence, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"Aren't the first six words a promise that only lovers say?"
In fact, everyone knew that he was just playing a trick to loosen the tense atmosphere by the lakeside. However, it was obvious that the effect was very ordinary. No one would think that he was really the head of the family.
Senior Brother's hand left the wooden stick, Muyou put away the embroidery needle, Fourth Senior Brother Fan Yue stopped and stopped taking the Heshan Plate, Sixth Senior Brother raised the hammer to his feet, Song Qian and Eighth Senior Brother put back the chess pieces,
Beigong felt a little embarrassed and played a few scattered notes. Ximen took off the flute and wiped it, then pretended that nothing happened and put it back into his belt. Wang Chi walked to a clump of flowers and trees, lowered his head and seemed to be looking at it seriously.
Everyone in the academy lifted the fighting state, not because they believed Ning Que could solve Sang Sang, but because they saw the power of Sang Sang throwing the chessboard and confirmed that she had returned to the real Haotian, so no one could solve it.
If she can't win, then what's there to fight for?
Of course, it's also because Sangsang said before: Today, she won't kill them.
Recalling the previous scene of the chessboard flying through the sky, everyone was shocked. Looking at the tall woman under the pear tree, it was difficult to connect with the dark and skinny cooking girl in the back mountain.
The elder brother looked at Sangsang and said, "Can we talk about it?"
Ning Que looked at her, turned around and walked towards the stream. Although he had a special relationship with Sangsang, the only person qualified to negotiate with Haotian on behalf of the academy was his senior brother.
The rest of the people also left the pear tree and started doing their own things, but no one could really calm down to play chess and music, because this negotiation was too important to the academy and the human world.
The lakeside is very quiet. The fish bravely swim out from the bottom of the stone seam lotus, swim to the surface and gently peck at the spring breeze. The birds in the forest timidly poke their heads out, still not daring to sing.
The senior brother said: "Staying in the human world is actually a choice."
Sangsang said: "I don't need humble humans to choose for me."
The senior brother said: "The academy has good intentions towards you."
Sangsang put his hands behind his back, looked at the lake, and said: "Maybe, but you have never been kind to me. Your intuition about fate sometimes goes beyond the scope of human beings."
The senior brother said: "Teacher is kind to you."
Sangsang said: "There is no difference between what your teacher and Buddha did. They both wanted to make me weak and then kill me. I don't see what kind of kindness this is."
The senior brother said: "What the Buddha planted was poison, and what the teacher gave you was the will of the mortal world. The former will destroy you, but the latter hopes that you can change. Teacher... hopes that you can become a human being."
Sang Sang remembered that she heard Ning Que say similar words at the chessboard. She frowned slightly and said, "Why should I become a human? What good will this do to me?"
Whether it is Haotian or ordinary humans, in fact, in the end, any issue discussed is still an issue of interests and responsibilities. It feels a bit tacky, but there is no way around it.
The senior brother could not answer this question. After a moment of silence, he said: "I don't know what kind of benefits you will get from this process, but I think that since the teacher has arranged it this way, it is certain that you can get something you want from this process."
What I want is just that I can’t guess.”
This is Haotian's world, she is the master of this world, she owns everything, no matter how she changes, she cannot have more, so what does Master think she can get?
No one knew the answer, not even her.
The conversation was very brief. There was no result. Sangsang left the pear tree and walked out of the mountain with his hands behind his back. Looking at this scene, people who seemed to be playing chess and playing the piano turned around at the same time and signaled to each other with their eyes.
I guess no result is probably the best result that can be obtained now.
Muyou looked at Sangsang and asked hesitantly: "Eat first?"
Sangsang ignored her, as if he didn't see her, and continued walking with an expressionless face.
Ning Que quickly chased after him.
The Yunmen formation in the mountain path can easily stop the strong men at the top of the five realms. When the headmaster of the Xiling Temple was able to break into the cliff, it was because no one was in charge of the formation. It was also because Yu Lian was waiting for him to come in.
Now it is not that easy for the headmaster to enter the mountain again.
But to Sang Sang, this formation had no meaning. As he walked casually, he walked out of the back mountain cliff and came to the front yard of the academy, without leaving Ning Que behind.
Ning Que said to her: "I ask you if you want to eat. Even if you don't eat, you still have to answer. That's senior sister, and now she is also senior sister-in-law. You should be more respectful."
Sangsang ignored him and continued moving forward without any emotion.
Ning Que looked slightly pensive and followed him silently.
Walking through the past, heading towards a quiet place, crossing the meadow, and then came to the sword forest.
Sangsang looked at these straight trees with his hands behind his back, and after a moment of silence, he said: "That year when you were climbing the mountain, I was here, and these woods turned into swords, trying to kill me."
Ning Que said: "I heard from the second senior brother afterwards that it should be a barrier set by the teacher."
Sangsang said: "No, it's the sword intention left by Ke Haoran that wants to kill me."
Ning Que was a little surprised. This sword forest did have the will of his junior uncle, but at that time Sangsang was still an inconspicuous little maid in the old pen studio. Why did the sword forest react?
"Ke Haoran knew me. What's interesting is that I still knew me at that time."
She said it was interesting, but her expression was so indifferent, and she couldn't feel the slightest interest. "Except for the sword intention he left behind, no one knows that I am Haotian. I don't even know that under the true heart of Heaven, holding a pen
No one knows where the pen will land, but this is a stroke of genius."
Ning Que said with emotion: "Yes, you don't know who you are, so naturally no one knows who you are. In the end, even the teacher was deceived by you and went to the Kingdom of God. You also deceived me of my youth."
Sangsang didn't smile, but looked at him with an expressionless face and said, "I've seen you write a lot of words, and I know you write with great energy. In your opinion, what do you think of my writing?"
Ning Que didn't understand the meaning of her words. If she was referring to those things in the past, why did she let herself evaluate it now, or did she say that she had already written a new one?
A new stroke of genius? He was very uneasy and even felt a little cold.
Sangsang glanced at the sky split by the forest of swords, turned around and walked outside the academy.
Ning Que asked: "Where to go?"
Sangsang said: "Chang'an."
Listening to this answer, Ning Que's uneasiness melted away like soft snow in spring, nourishing his heart. New rice gradually grew, and he was extremely satisfied.
The only thing that can threaten her in the human world now is the Jingshen Formation in Chang'an City. If she is willing to go to Chang'an, it means that she may really be willing to stay in the human world and stay by his side.
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(Today in bed, I thought of a very interesting little plot. I was in a hurry to go to the toilet, so I forgot it. After I got home, I remembered it. I was in a hurry to go out, so I forgot to remember it, so I forgot it again. On the way to the hospital, I thought
I thought about it for a long time, but then I forgot about it, and then I never thought of that plot again. It made me choke and feel very uncomfortable. I recorded it here as a memorial, and everyone should think that they have seen the plot.