The black horse carriage continued to the west. In the carriage, Ning Que carefully straightened the black cloth and then looked at the chessboard and asked, "Why did you come here?"
Sangsang said, "I want to confirm something."
The chessboard was made of some unknown material. It looked like iron and was cold and hard. But when Ning Que knocked on it with his fingers, it made no sound.
The chessboard that Buddha left to the human world was naturally extraordinary.
Ning Que looked at the chessboard and asked after a moment of silence, "What is it? Does it have something to do with Buddha? "
Sangsang said, "Yes, I want to know whether he is dead or alive."
Ning Que was shocked and speechless. He had thought that Sangsang wanted to find a way to return to the Divine Kingdom through the esoteric Buddhism in Xuankong Temple and even guessed that she might want to destroy Xuankong Temple. But he never thought that she wanted to confirm whether Buddha was dead or alive! Did it mean that Buddha was still alive?
"I don't understand. Didn't Buddha attain Nirvana a long time ago?"
"When we were in Lanke Temple, I told you that he was dead, but still alive."
Ning Que remembered that day on the top of Tile Mountain, when she looked at the stone statue of Buddha that was no longer there in the spring rain, she suddenly felt something and said that Buddha was the cat with the surname Xue.
At that time, he felt very strange and did not think deeply about it. But he did not expect that she really thought that Buddha might still be alive and came to the West Wilderness for this reason.
Ning Que was very confused. Buddha had attained Nirvana. How could he still be alive?
"What is Nirvana?" Sangsang asked.
Ning Que was slightly startled and said, "Nirvana is the highest state of Buddhism …"
Sangsang said expressionlessly, "If Nirvana means death, why not just call it death?"
The question was very simple and even unreasonable. But Ning Que could not answer it, because he was very clear that her question had actually explained the problem.
Sangsang looked out of the window at the snowy Wilderness and said, "Just like your teacher, Buddha also thought about how to defeat me. He wanted to use his wisdom to understand me, but he could not do it. So he wanted to see through cause and effect and then jump out of it. If he could survive time, he could survive me. But who can really jump out of cause and effect and surpass time?"
Ning Que said, "So?"
Sangsang said, "The Buddha hid himself so that I couldn't find him. When the time comes, he will wake up."
The so-called Fated Chance was hard to describe. Perhaps it was when she returned to the Divine Kingdom, or when she found it difficult to leave the human world and became weaker day by day. A mighty person like the Gautama Buddha must have his own plan.
Ning Que understood a little, but he was more confused. Haotian was omnipotent and omniscient. How could he not know the life and death of the Buddha? Even the Headmaster of the Academy could not completely avoid Haotian's eyes. It was just that he had merged with the human world, so Haotian could not identify his original body.
"I am indeed omniscient." Sangsang said, "That's why I don't understand. That's why I want to see. If the Buddha is still alive, I'll kill him. Then I'll know whether he's dead or alive."
I don't know if Buddha is dead or alive, so I'll find you. If you're dead, then it's fine. If you're still alive, then I'll kill you. Then, your life and death will be determined. What a domineering declaration.
Only she had the right to say such things.
Ning Que suddenly felt that he could only be a family man in front of such a wife. So he consciously picked up the black cloth and began to sew the big black umbrella.
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Just like that autumn, Ning Que and Sangsang came to the Western Wilderness from the Lanke Temple. But they came through the Buddha's chessboard. Now the Buddha's chessboard was in their hands.
In the desolate wilderness, there was a lonely tree.
Its trunk was grey, and its leaves were like futons, green in the light snow. It was the Bodhi Tree.
There were several traces of depression under the Bodhi Tree. The inside was as smooth as a mirror, very clean. There were no leaves, dust, or snowflakes. There was nothing inside.
The Buddha was lying on his side under the Bodhi Tree, closing his eyes to attain Nirvana. These were the last traces he left in the human world.
The black horse carriage stopped in front of the Bodhi Tree. Ning Que and Sangsang got off.
There was an old monk under the Bodhi Tree.
The old monk wore a bamboo hat and held a monk's staff. His body seemed to be tightly connected with the desolate and boundless earth. He was as heavy as a mountain, but actually as smooth as a plain. Even the strong wind could not shake him.
The old monk was not the Buddha, but the current Buddha in the human world: the Chief Preaching Monk of the Xuankong Temple.
It had been several autumns since they parted in Chaoyang City. The Chief Monk was one of the most powerful people Ning Que had ever seen in his life. Below the Headmaster of Academy were the Abbey Dean and him. At this moment, seeing the Chief Monk sitting under the Bodhi tree, Ning Que could not help but feel nervous.
The Chief Preaching Monk did not look at Ning Que, but at Sangsang beside him. The emotions in his eyes were very complicated. There was pity, sympathy, and most of all, determination.
Sangsang wanted to go to the Bodhi tree to see the traces left by Buddha's nirvana.
The Chief Monk was sitting under the Bodhi tree. If he didn't give way, how could he see him?
Even if Eldest Brother and Second Brother joined hands in their heyday, they might not be able to defeat the Chief Monk of Scripture. Ning Que had never thought that he could cross this mountain range by himself.
Yes, the Chief Preaching Monk was an invisible but majestic mountain range on the earth. His feet seemed to be in the wilderness, and the staff in his hand was the giant tree in the mountain range.
"Senior, please make way." Ning Que said.
The Chief Monk looked at him quietly and asked, "Why should I give way?"
Ning Que said, "We want to see the Bodhi tree."
The Chief Monk sighed and said, "The Bodhi is not a tree."
Ning Que said, "We are not monks. We don't need to be witty."
The Chief Monk said, "Even if the Bodhi is a tree, it is the tree of Xuankong Temple."
Sangsang suddenly said, "Is the name of Xuankong Temple carved on the tree?"
This sentence was so unreasonable, like a naughty child talking about a toy. The Chief Monk of Scripture did not expect that Haotian would say such a thing, and he could not help but be stunned.
The Chief Monk of Scripture of Xuankong Temple was the top figure in the cultivation world. But in Sangsang's eyes, he was just a mortal. Even if he was connected with the wilderness, he was just a clumsy stone.
Sangsang walked to the Bodhi tree.
Ning Que became nervous.
After Liu Bai entered the Peach Mountain with his sword, this was the dialogue between Haotian and the most powerful human being.
The Chief Monk slowly closed his eyes and did not look at her who was walking under the tree.
He sat under the tree, which was a mountain range. Its roots were deeply rooted in the earth's crust, and its peak was so high that it reached the sky. Even if Haotian came to the human world, how could he surpass it?
Sangsang walked to the Bodhi tree and walked to the Chief Monk.
Her feet landed on the Chief Monk's knees.
The Chief Monk's body was not so tall, and he was even a little thin.
But she was so tall and plump.
She walked to the Chief Monk, like a white elephant about to climb the delicate rockery in the garden.
This scene looked a little weird and incomprehensible.
After her feet landed on the Chief Monk's body, the rockery became a real mountain range.
This mountain range was extremely majestic.
She did not care about it and continued to climb. Her left foot landed on the Chief Monk's shoulder.
No matter how high the mountain range was, she only needed to take three steps to reach the top.
The blue embroidered shoes touched the bamboo hat. The earth was shaking, and the clouds were flying in the sky.
She stood on the head of the Chief Monk, looking at the Bodhi tree in front of her and the Xuankong Temple in the distance with her hands behind her back.
It was like looking at the scenery from the peak.
It was a miraculous scene.
For Sangsang, there was no mountain range in the human world that she could not surpass.
Even if this mountain range was so majestic, and its peak was almost touching the sky, there was still a little distance between it and the sky.
Even if this mountain range was connected to the wilderness, and there was endless thick soil below it, she could still suppress it.
She used the power of the sky to suppress the earth.
The earth was still shaking, and it became more and more violent.
The blue Bodhi tree did not fall, but its futon like leaves fell all over the ground.
The body of the Chief Monk also began to shake violently. His kasaya was broken into countless butterflies and scattered in all directions. His pale body was glowing with a faint white luster, like a statue.
Ning Que looked at the scene under the tree and was shocked speechless. He remembered that in Chaoyang City, neither the Primordial Thirteen Arrows nor the iron cutlass could leave a trace on the body of the Chief Monk.
The Chief Monk had cultivated his body to the level of Buddha. Both his body and mind were indestructible. At this moment, it seemed that even if the sky was pressing down on him, he could still hold on!
Sangsang stood on the head of the Chief Monk with her hands behind her back, looking indifferent.
She did not care how long the old monk under her feet could hold on. She just wanted to see the tree.
The earth continued to shake violently. Countless black cracks appeared on the barren wilderness, and red magma even spilled out in the distance!
Sangsang's cyan dress with flowers fluttered in the wind and the thin snow. She slowly fell down.
The Chief Monk of Scripture under her feet slowly sank into the earth, squeezing out countless black mud and making a teeth-aching grinding sound and the sound of rocks breaking!
It did not take long for the Chief Monk of Scripture to completely sink into the earth, leaving only his head above the ground. Two wisps of white eyebrows floated in the smoke and dust, looking extremely gloomy.
As long as one did not leave the earth, he would be indestructible. This was the supreme Dharma cultivated by the Chief Monk of Scripture. Even if the Abbey Dean regained his state, he would not be able to do anything to him.
Sangsang's method was very simple. She directly let him become one with the earth.
The Chief Monk of Scripture's head was on the ground with his eyes closed.
Sangsang walked down from his head. It was only a short stone step.
She did not look back at the most powerful Buddhist Sect. She walked to the Bodhi tree with her hands behind her back.
She had told the Chief Monk that the name of Xuankong Temple was not carved on the Bodhi tree, so the tree did not belong to Xuankong Temple. In fact, the Bodhi tree was carved with her name, so it was hers.
That autumn, she and Ning Que escaped from the Lanke Temple and came here. At that time, they were chased by the world and were depressed. Ning Que took her to see the remains of Buddha, and then he carved a line of words under the Bodhi tree.
"In the autumn of the 16th year of Tianqi era, Ning Que of the Academy came here with his wife Sangsang, the daughter of Yama."
After seeing the traces of Buddha's Nirvana under the Bodhi tree, she left the Bodhi tree with her hands behind her back and walked to the distant peak that was level with the ground. The Xuankong Temple was in the middle of the peak.
Ning Que looked at the line of words on the Bodhi tree and smiled. He looked at the head of the Chief Monk of Scripture on the ground and sighed. Then he drove the carriage to chase her tall figure in the field.
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