When Ning Que and Sangsang were besieged by the cultivation world, they went to the West Wilderness through the Buddha's Chessboard. The Lanke Temple in the autumn rain suffered the wrath of the Academy. Jun Mo's iron sword pierced through the air and cut the largest Buddha statue on the top of the Tile Mountain into countless pieces. The pieces rolled down from the peak and piled up in the valley, crushing half of the old temple.
Fortunately, the huge rocks did not cause a disaster to the town. They had been soaked by the sea rain and wind for years and were gradually covered with moss. Instead, they had become a rare scenery. When the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival stopped and the incense in the Lanke Temple declined, it had become the only way to attract tourists.
The main income of the town's residents now came from the stones that the Buddha statues had turned into. The people broke these boulders into countless small pieces, then carved them into Buddha statues and sold them to the tourists who admired them. Of course, it was very difficult to break the boulders. Even the heaviest hammer and the sharpest iron knife could not help the residents achieve their goal easily. The most common method for people was to burn them with fire and pour them with water.
The fire was a wildfire ignited by the hay in the fields outside the town. The water was the seawater from the Tile Mountain. The quarry in the southeast of the town was filled with smoke from morning to night. The hot steam rose and the slightly red rocks suddenly made a sizzling sound when they encountered the cold seawater. This repeated tastelessly again and again. Eventually, there would be a clear crack on the hard rocks, and that was the key to breaking the rocks.
Ning Que stood on the hillside beside the quarry and watched the process of the residents breaking the stones. He watched in silence for a long time, watching the alternation of fire and water, and the cracks that appeared on the moss-covered boulders. He found that most of the cracks followed a certain pattern when they appeared, and two oblique cracks would meet at a certain place.
The two cracks formed together and looked like a word. He naturally remembered the sword marks on the rocks at the bottom of the Daming Lake in the depths of the Tianqi Mountain many years ago. Youngest Uncle had used a sword to write countless words outside the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine, thus making the Great Blockage Formation left by the Great Divine Priest of Light, the founder of the Devil's Doctrine, useless.
The rock was broken into smaller pieces, which were then smashed by the adults with iron. Then, the children rushed over and picked up the stones of different sizes that they could carry. Then, they carefully selected the stones and separated them according to their size and the direction of the stone lines. Finally, they were delivered to the hands of the stonemasons.
Of course, most of the stonemasons in the town became a monk halfway through their cultivation. Ning Que, for example, only began to learn Buddhism halfway through his cultivation. However, they carved day and night and became very skilled at it. A square stone about a foot long could be turned into a beautifully carved Buddha statue in ten days and nights.
After Ning Que finished looking at the broken rocks, he watched the stonemasons carve Buddha. After watching for three days, he began to learn Buddha carving from the stonemasons. It did not take long for him to become the best carver in Wa Mountain. In the last few years of the Buddha's chessboard, he had made the entire mountain look like a Buddha. How difficult could the stones be for him?
However, the Buddha statue he carved was very different from the one made by the stonemasons in the town. The stonemasons praised his comprehension and skills and raised many opinions, but he only smiled and did not explain.
The Buddha statue that Ning Que carved did not have a wide forehead and big ears, let alone a compassionate one. Instead, it was a slightly plump young woman with her hair combed into a bun. It was obvious that the young woman's expression was extremely cold.
One day, it was raining in the Lanke Temple. Ning Que was holding a stone outside the temple and continuing to carve. Suddenly, a lazy voice came from behind, "Did she successfully lose weight?"
"She lost some weight in Chaoyang City in the chessboard."
Ning Que placed the stone statue in a dozen stone statues beside him. He put down his carving knife, patted the dust off his body and stood up.
The man said, "She lost so little weight in a thousand years? It seems that Haotian is not omnipotent. "
Ning Que smiled and turned around to hug him. He said, "Didn't you like her before? Why are you so mean now? It doesn't suit your high and mighty identity as the leader of the New Stream. "
Chen Pipi curled his lips in boredom and said, "Do you like her high and mighty, or do you like her as before?"
Ning Que thought about it and found that the answer was indeed obvious. He smiled helplessly and looked at Tang Xiaotang who was standing beside him. He was surprised to find that she still had a ponytail and said, "Not married yet?"
Tang Xiaotang was not shy and said, "Waiting for my brother to come."
Chen Pipi sighed and said, "I don't expect to wait for my father's approval."
Ning Que looked at him again and looked at the loose indigo robe he was wearing. He thought of the Abbey Dean who wore indigo robes twice in Chang 'an and found that he did look like the Abbey Dean after losing weight.
The three of them walked to the pavilion nearby. The autumn rain fell on the eaves of the pavilion and accumulated for a long time before turning into a thin stream, flowing down the pillars and wetting the ground under the pavilion.
Chen Pipi asked, "Have you finished?"
Ning Que took out a scroll from his arms and handed it to him. He said, "It would be better if Ye Su or Eldest Brother wrote it. You know, I am a non-believer after all."
It was something he wrote when he was meditating and observing the stones in the Lanke Temple. If it was approved, it might become the last and most important volume of the doctrine of the New Stream.
Chen Pipi took the scroll and said, "Eldest Brother will have a higher chance of success. It will be harder for me to do it. But don't worry, your efforts will not be wasted in my hands."
Ning Que said, "We don't have much time. We have to hurry."
Chen Pipi opened the scroll and looked at the words about the new world, the Divine Kingdom and the afterlife. He frowned and said, "What a magnificent picture."
Ning Que said, "From the Master to the Uncle to our generation, the Academy has spent a thousand years to prepare. It would not be fun if we can't have a magnificent picture."
Chen Pipi put away the file and looked at the weariness and haggard expression on his face. He thought about what he had done in the past six months. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it over, saying, "Take it when you need it."
Ning Que's expression changed slightly when he smelled the fragrance of the medicine in the porcelain bottle. He had taken this medicine before and knew how precious it was. He said, "At our current state, a Heavenly Power Pill can only give us a chance. There is no need to waste it."
"I kept this medicine for Senior Brother Ye Su to help him break through the Five States."
Chen Pipi was silent for a moment and said, "But I didn't expect that he could no longer cultivate. Now that he is dead, what's the use of keeping it? Even if it can't help you break through the state, it can at least help you heal the hidden injuries in your body. It sounds cool to kill people from thousands of miles away, but it is extremely hard. You seem to be resting in the Lanke Temple these days, but you are actually exhausting your energy. Both the Academy and the New Stream need you to keep standing. "
Ning Que thought about it and didn't say anything else. He put the porcelain bottle into his sleeve.
Tang Xiaotang said, "If Youngest Uncle thinks that the gift is too expensive and can't repay it, you can return it."
Ning Que smiled and said, "You are not married to him yet and you are already working for him? Tell me, what do you want? "
Tang Xiaotang pointed at the row of stone statues outside the pavilion and said, "Give me one."
Ning Que didn't expect this. He walked out of the pavilion and picked up a stone statue that he was most satisfied with. He handed it to her and said, "It's not like I haven't seen the real person. Why do you need to look at this cold statue?"
Tang Xiaotang took the stone statue and wiped the rain off with her sleeve. She put it away carefully and said, "If you can find her, why do you need to carve these cold statues?"
Ning Que was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm mainly learning how to break stones."
Tang Xiaotang patted her chest and said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."
Many years ago, on the streets of Chang 'an, there was a little girl whose chest could break stones.
After so many years, she was still as heroic as ever.
Ning Que recalled the scene and felt a little emotional.
As a Youngest Uncle, it was not convenient for him to see where her hands were.
But Chen Pipi didn't have such a taboo. He murmured and sighed, "It's not big …"
Outside the Lanke Temple, thousands of followers of the New Stream were waiting for Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang. They were going to the Song Kingdom. Just like Ning Que killing people from thousands of miles away, they were preaching from thousands of miles away.
The scroll had been entrusted to them. Ning Que didn't want to waste their time and sent them out of the temple.
After Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang left, he continued to carve Buddha statues. Well, statues of Sangsang.
He made hundreds of statues of Sangsang and lined them up in front of the hall. The statues of Sangsang were either deep in thought, looking up at the sky, or looking at the world with their hands behind their back. There was only one thing in common: they were expressionless.
The autumn rain fell from time to time, and the statues of Sangsang were wet from time to time.
He squinted and stared, holding his waist and arms, admiring the changes of the stone statues in the autumn rain.
The situation of the world continued to change as time went by. The flames of war were everywhere, and the killing intent was everywhere. The war between the Tang Empire and Taoism had both wins and losses. The strategy of the West-Hill Divine Palace played a certain role. The most important thing was that the Tang Empire, or the Academy, still couldn't find a way to cross that small town.
In fact, Ning Que didn't care much about that small town. Not many people could guess his thoughts. Long Qing was one of them. He stood in the bleak autumn wind at the top of Chengjing City of the Yan Kingdom, quietly waiting for Ning Que's arrival.
Many people had always thought that the battle between Ning Que and Long Qing was inevitable and would happen at any time. However, unexpectedly, Ning Que didn't come, and the battle never happened.
Ning Que looked at Sangsang in the Lanke Temple in the autumn rain.
What was Sangsang looking at now?
The night in the Cold Region of the Far North was long and cold. The Hot Sea had long been covered with thick snow. The light in the yurts left by the Desolate Man's tribe seemed to be frozen to pieces.
Sangsang sat by the light and looked at her fingertips.
There was a bubble on her fingertip.
The surface of the bubble was smooth, and it looked crystal and transparent under the light. The shape was extremely perfect.
The indigo lion lay at her feet and looked at the bubble. Its eyes were full of curiosity, but it was instinctively afraid. It always felt that if it broke the bubble with its claws, the world would be destroyed.
Ning Que looked at the two cracks on the surface of the rock in the Lanke Temple.
There seemed to be two tiny cracks on the surface of the bubble between Sangsang's fingers, and it would burst in the next moment.
Like the hundreds of stone statues in the Lanke Temple, her face was still expressionless.
But it didn't mean indifference. It was more like calmness.
She gently stroked her bulging belly.
There was a delicious smell of soup coming from the corner of the yurt.
In the morning, the indigo lion hunted a snow chicken.
She was making chicken soup.
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(I suddenly don't want to use my chest to break the big stone, or I may continue to use it in the next chapter. Well, it was hard today. Fortunately, I can sit up in the end.)
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