Ning Que asked, "What if I can't kill him?"
Jun Mo said, "Then I'll die."
He said it calmly, but Ning Que was shocked. After a long silence, he said again, "Senior Brother, Buddha might still be alive."
Jun Mo didn't believe it at all. He scolded seriously, "You fool. Buddha has already reached Nirvana. If he is still alive, how could Headmaster and Haotian not know?"
Ning Que sighed and said, "She really doesn't know whether Buddha is alive or not. Otherwise, why would she come to Xuankong Temple?"
After a moment of silence, Jun Mo said, "Then let's find him first."
When they returned to the small tent by the lake, Sangsang was sleeping.
It turned out that Haotian felt sleepy. Hearing footsteps, she opened her eyes and looked at Ning Que. She said, "I'll spare his life and cut off this mortal bond."
Jun Mo said, "Before the Verdant Canyon, I said that I don't need Heaven to spare my life."
Ning Que said earnestly, "You can't cut off your mortal bond just because you want to. Can you be reasonable?"
Sangsang sat up and looked at Jun Mo. She said, "I don't understand. If Buddha wants to kill me, it should be what the Academy wants to see the most. Why are you on my side?"
She was Haotian, so she could know Jun Mo's preference from his expression. She didn't mention Ning Que's position because she was used to Ning Que's following.
Jun Mo said calmly, "Shameless."
Shameless meant being on the same side as him.
Ning Que's answer was more direct. He said, "The Academy can't afford to lose that person."
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After leaving the lake and meadow in front of the cliff, Ning Que and Sangsang walked around in the field underground, trying to find traces of Buddha being alive or dead.
Sometimes when they were grilling fish by the lake, he would wonder what Second Brother was doing now. Was he killing nobles and soldier monks with the iron sword, or was he arguing with those unreasonable living Buddhas?
In the next few decades, Jun Mo would hold the iron sword and keep fighting in this miserable world. The Buddhist land, which had been silent for countless years, would be stirred up. The Xuankong Temple, which enslaved millions of serfs, would probably start to tremble because of fear.
Thinking of those images, even someone as cold-blooded as him felt a little emotional. He wished he could join hands with his Senior Brother. But now he had more important things to do. Even if he finished the deal with Buddha and Haotian, he still had to return to Chang 'an to do the big sale in the human world.
The journey to find the Buddha continued. Ning Que and Sangsang walked through the vast field at the bottom of the giant sinkhole, but still found no clues. The two became more and more silent.
The unknown was unsettling, especially for those who were omniscient.
She walked through the wilderness, returned, and climbed the mountain again. She walked back and forth between the numerous temples between the forest cliffs. She meditated in front of the solemn Buddha statues and stood at the edge of the cliff, staring at the sky in a daze.
On the West Peak, in the main hall of the Commandment Yard, they stood among the towering old trees, listening to the sound of the board falling heavily on the monks. On the East Peak, they stood in the shadow of the cliff rocks, watching the warrior monks stomping on the ground.
In the Mahavira Hall at the top of the peak, they saw Qi Nian who was meditating. In the hut behind the hall, they saw a thin old monk who was cooking porridge, and then they saw an ancient bell.
The Xuankong Temple between the peaks looked so solemn and peaceful, totally different from the world below the peak. Looking at these images, Ning Que was very puzzled. The Buddhism Sect claimed to be merciful. How could they meditate on the peak while the common people suffered under the peak? How could they meditate and meditate while sitting on the peak and thinking about the people under the peak?
In the Yellow Temple on the cliff platform below the peak, Ning Que saw an acquaintance. It was Master Huang Yang, who left Chang 'an and returned to the Xuankong Temple to ask Buddha again. At that time, Sangsang was elsewhere, so Huang Yang only saw him.
Master Huang Yang was a little surprised. Ning Que briefly told him what had happened these days, and then the master realized that so many things had happened in the world. He said, "You'd better leave as soon as possible."
Ning Que slightly frowned and asked, "What's wrong with the Xuankong Temple?"
Master Huang Yang shook his head and said, "I don't know what's wrong, so there should be something."
Master Huang Yang was the younger brother of the emperor of the Tang Empire, and his status in the secular world was extremely noble, so he was naturally treated with courtesy in the Xuankong Temple. However, these days, the Xuankong Temple was still worshiping him, but no monk came to visit him. It gave people a feeling that the Xuankong Temple was deliberately isolating him, which made him a little vigilant.
The moment he saw Ning Que, the master knew where the trouble came from.
In the Wilderness, Sangsang stomped the Chief Preaching Monk into the solid ground, but the Chief Preaching Monk did not die. It was not surprising that the Xuankong Temple knew the news of her and Ning Que's arrival.
Ning Que was not worried. As the saying goes, with Haotian in one's arms, no one could defeat him.
Master Huang Yang knew what he was thinking, but he had a different idea. He untied the string of prayer beads on his wrist and handed it to him. With a solemn expression, he said, "Buddha is merciful, but there are times when thunder strikes."
Hearing the words "Buddha is merciful" in the Xuankong Temple, Ning Que subconsciously felt a little uncomfortable. He walked to the stone steps in front of the temple, pointed to the world under the peak covered by clouds, and said, "Is there mercy there?"
Master Huang Yang knew that he had been walking in the world under the peak for a long time. He said, "Many years ago, the Buddha established the Buddha Kingdom with great wishes and built countless yellow temples among the peaks. He also gathered countless sinful people to farm and graze here to support the monks. He hoped that the monks could be enlightened by the Dharma and wash away their sins."
Ning Que said, "It's all bullshit. Let's not talk about whether the mortals who were captured by the Buddha were really sinful. Even if they were, they had their own laws to deal with them. I'm just a cultivator. How could I be qualified to convict them? Even if those people were really sinful, or even ten generations of evildoers, what sins did their descendants have? Why do we have to live in this godforsaken place for generations? "
Master Huang Yang had Buddha in his heart, so he couldn't agree with Ning Que's accusation. But he also knew that there was no way to refute it. After a long silence, he said, "This life is the most bitter, but the next life may be the happiest."
Ning Que turned around on the stone steps and looked at the Buddha statue in the temple. He said, "No matter how happy the next life is, how can it be equal to countless generations of suffering? The Buddha you worship is really disgusting. "
Master Huang Yang said, "Maybe it's wrong, but who dares to disobey the rules set by the Buddha?"
Ning Que said, "To cultivate the Buddha, you need to meditate. The monks sit among the peaks and enjoy the offerings of those slaves. Can you really meditate? Can you really meditate? "
Master Huang Yang said, "Most of the monks in the temple have never been to the foot of the peak in their lives."
Ning Que said, "But they are not fools. They know very well what the world under the peak is like. Besides, the Xuankong Temple is also going to enter the human world. Those monk soldiers who go to the human world, or powerhouses like you and Qi Nian, have to pass through the field to get out of the giant sinkhole. How can you ignore those poor people?"
Master Huang Yang said, "What you said makes sense. The Xuankong Temple has been passed down for countless years. Naturally, there are really merciful eminent monks. Even if they violate the commandments of the Buddha, they want to make changes. But they all fail. What makes those eminent monks most confused is that when they try to make changes, the people under the peak become at a loss, as if suffering has become the dependence of their lives. Ning Que said," Faith is an addiction. If you want to get rid of it, it's inevitable that you will feel pain at the beginning. But how can you just let it go just because of temporary pain? "
Master Huang Yang said, "But if the Buddha land starts to collapse, how can you do anything?"
Ning Que said, "Why should we care about this damn place if it collapses?"
Master Huang Yang shook his head helplessly. He thought that Ning Que, as a person outside the world, was right to think so. But how could the monks in the temple, as the disciples of the Buddha, watch the Buddha land being destroyed?
Ning Que said again, "If those eminent monks are really merciful, how can they bear it?"
Master Huang Yang said, "They can't bear it, but they can't do anything about it. So they can only leave."
Ning Que said, "So you left the Xuankong Temple and returned to Chang 'an."
Master Huang Yang said, "Yes, there are many monks like me who left the Xuankong Temple. When Master Qishan was young, he read all the Buddhist scriptures and understood all the Dharma. He was regarded as the only successor by the chief monk of the Xuankong Temple at that time. However, he couldn't bear to see the suffering of the people under the peak, so he finally broke the mountain gate and went to the Lanke Temple. "
Ning Que looked at the golden Buddha statue in the temple and thought of Master Qishan who was sick from overwork in the cave on Wa Mountain. He was silent for a long time and said, "The heart of Buddha can't bear it."
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Ning Que returned to the remote cliff yard, pulled out the green vines and came to the tree in front of Lian Sheng's old residence.
He didn't know what kind of tree it was. He only remembered that when he came here a few days ago, there was only one white flower on the whole tree. The wind blew it to his shoulder and now it was inserted in Sangsang's hair.
Only a few days later, the tree was full of small white flowers. They spread their petals among the not dense green leaves, exuding a very pleasant floral fragrance and gradually drifting away with the breeze.
Sangsang walked to him. As she said a few days ago, no matter where Ning Que was, she could easily find him. He would never let her get lost.
The breeze blew between the cliffs. The green leaves and small white flowers trembled slightly. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the green leaves gradually thickened and the small white flowers gradually withered. The scene was extremely magical.
Only the small white flower in Sangsang's hair was still delicate and fresh.
The green leaves thickened and the white flowers withered, but it didn't mean that it was desolate. It could also be a bumper harvest, because only when the flowers fell would they bear fruit. It didn't take long before the tree was full of green pears.
Ning Que didn't know that the tree by the cliff was actually a pear tree until then.
He reached out to pick a green pear from the branch and found that it was much smaller than the common pears in the world. The surface of the pear was very light, tender and juicy.
Ning Que had seen this kind of green pear before, and so had Sangsang. It was in the cave behind the Buddha statue on Wa Mountain several years ago. Master Qishan took out a green pear for Sangsang to eat, and then Sangsang gave him half.
The green pear was really delicious.
Looking at the green pear in his hand, Ning Que was a little hesitant and even vigilant. Last time, he and Sangsang fell asleep after eating this green pear and were sucked into Buddha's chessboard.
It would have been fine if it was any other time, but now he and Sangsang were in Xuankong Temple.
Ning Que had been wondering why the monks in Xuankong Temple were always so calm. Even if they couldn't find Sangsang and him, they should be a little nervous. However, countless temples between the peaks were still as usual. Some were chanting, some were meditating, the Commandment Hall was still punishing the monks, and the warrior monks kept stamping the ground.
The morning bell and evening drum were still refreshing. Xuankong Temple was too peaceful now.
What were the monks in Xuankong Temple waiting for? Were they waiting for the Dharma that the Buddhism Sect emphasized? Were they waiting for the moment when the Dharma came? Where was that moment? Was it on this green pear?
Ning Que looked at the small green pear in his hand and frowned slightly.
At this moment, a very melodious bell suddenly came from the peak.
Could it clear the mind?
Ning Que didn't think so. When he heard the bell, his heart suddenly tightened, as if it was held by an invisible hand and would be crushed in the next moment!
The bell could not clear the mind, but it could only shock the mind!
Ning Que's face instantly turned pale, and he almost crushed the small green pear in his hand in pain.
Then, he spat out a mouthful of dark red blood!
He didn't know when her hand, which passed through the breeze between the cliffs, had grasped his hand.
It was Sangsang's hand.
A pure and powerful divinity came from her hand and instantly occupied Ning Que's body and mind. It repaired his broken heart at an unimaginable speed.
Ning Que got rid of the desperate situation and looked at the peak where the bell came from. His clothes were stained with blood, and his face was also stained with blood. There was still lingering fear in his eyes.
The melodious bell came from the Grand Buddha's Hall of Xuankong Temple, from the ancient bell that he and Sangsang had seen before. However, he had never thought that the bell would be so terrifying!
As his cultivation of the Great Spirit deepened, his body became as strong as steel. Ordinary knives and arrows couldn't even break his skin, let alone his heart, which was wrapped in layers of Great Spirit.
However, a bell from Xuankong Temple had shattered his heart and almost killed him!
Feeling the warmth in his hand, Ning Que once again felt the so-called "with Sangsang in my hand, I have the world."
No matter how terrifying the bell was, no matter how powerful Xuankong Temple was, as long as he held Sangsang's hand tightly, he could still live even if she cut him into pieces.
This was the conclusion that Ning Que had come to after countless blood and tears in the Divine Hall of Light and the You Prison. He was very confident.
Holding Sangsang's hand, he was no longer afraid and could listen to the bell carefully.
The sound of the bell reverberated among the cliffs and countless temples. It was so distant.
Gradually, the chanting of sutras began to merge with the sound of the bell.
In countless temples, countless monks were chanting Buddhist scriptures. The chanting was mixed together and buzzing. It was impossible to tell which Buddhist scripture they were chanting.
Every Buddhist temple in the world started the day with the bell, which was the morning bell.
When the morning bell rang, the monks woke up and began to chant devoutly. It was the morning class.
When the Xuankong Temple woke up, the real Buddhist land left by Buddha in the human world also began to show its true appearance.
A Light of Buddha appeared on the cliff plateau and covered Sangsang.
Ning Que looked at this scene and felt cold all over. His heart seemed to stop beating.
Because he remembered a scene in the back hall of Lanke Temple many years ago.
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