Many years ago, in the autumn, a ray of Buddha's Light penetrated the temple and fell on Sangsang.
That ray of Buddha's Light was so merciful and so cold. In the Buddha's Light, Sangsang's face became paler and her thin body became smaller.
She looked at Ning Que outside the Buddha's Light and cried silently.
From that moment on, she became the Daughter of Yama and suffered endless pain and fear. Then she and Ning Que began to be hunted by the whole human world.
That ray of Buddha's Light was undoubtedly the most fundamental turning point in Ning Que and Sangsang's lives. Everything that happened after that actually began from that.
How could Ning Que not remember it?
At this time, looking at the Buddha's Light on the cliff plateau and Sangsang in the Buddha's Light, he seemed to return to those years. The most painful and cold emotions all poured into his mind.
"No!" He cried painfully.
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The Buddha's Light appeared so suddenly that it connected the cliff plateau with the sky. Even Sangsang couldn't tell whether it came from the sky or from the bottom of the cliff plateau.
To be more precise, the Buddha's Light connected the cliff plateau with the clouds.
Countless layers of clouds floated over the mountain peak and completely covered the real blue sky.
Sangsang looked up at the depths of the Buddha's Light with her hands behind her back. She looked calm.
Her face was extremely pale, and now it was as white as snow under the bright light.
Since she had to put her hands behind her back, she naturally didn't continue to hold Ning Que's hand.
Because even she couldn't be too distracted in the face of the Buddha's Light.
However, at this moment, she heard Ning Que's painful cry behind her.
Even the Buddha's Light didn't make her frown, but Ning Que's voice made her frown slightly.
She turned to look at Ning Que and asked, "Don't what?"
Ning Que was affected by the Buddha's Light and was vomiting blood in pain. Because he was worried about her safety, his face became extremely pale. He didn't expect that things would develop completely differently from what he had imagined.
He looked at Sangsang in the Buddha's Light and didn't know what to say.
Sangsang didn't cry, vomit blood, fear, or call his name.
Sangsang was not as thin and pitiful as she used to be.
Her figure was so tall that even the Buddha's Light couldn't overshadow her.
Only then did he remember that Sangsang had grown up.
She was now the omnipotent and omniscient Haotian. She was no longer the little handmaiden who could not leave him. She no longer needed his protection. On the contrary, she began to protect him.
"It's nothing."
Ning Que said with a smile. Then, he realized that he really didn't know what to say, so he vomited another mouthful of blood.
Sangsang was a little annoyed, thinking that humans were really troublesome creatures. One moment he was frightened, the next moment he was smiling. She actually couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind.
Looking at the blood overflowing from the corner of Ning Que's mouth, she thought she understood what he meant. With Ning Que's state, without her holding his hand, he was naturally in great pain under the coercion of the Buddha's Light. He said no, which meant he didn't want her to let go of his hand. As for what he said after that, it was naturally the boring pride of a male animal.
"I'm busy."
Sangsang asked him, "Don't you know how to hold an umbrella?"
In the past, it was she who vomited blood, but now it was his turn. Ning Que was immersed in the sentimental mood brought by this change. Hearing this, he came to himself and hurriedly took out the big black umbrella and opened it.
Since that autumn in Lanke Temple, the big black umbrella had been tortured over these years and had long been tattered. Ning Que took an old cloth from the jade tree and mended it, but it still looked extremely ugly. It was like a beggar's clothes with countless patches. Because it hadn't been washed for many years, it was full of black mud and didn't have the beautiful feeling of a blooming black lotus.
Ning Que didn't care. When he found that the black umbrella could really block the Buddha's Light, he was very happy. He followed Sangsang's gaze and looked into the depths of the Buddha's Light, trying to find out where the enemy was.
He was in a good mood, so was Sangsang. Xuankong Temple finally responded. Instead of being afraid, she was very expectant. As long as there was a change, it would be good. The clue of Buddha's whereabouts might be in it.
However, the next change was somewhat beyond their expectations.
The sound of sutra echoing between the cliffs gradually became orderly. The loud and distant bell didn't cover the sound of sutra. It was more like the wind in a bellows, helping the sound of sutra to become louder and louder.
With the change of the bell and the sound of sutra, the Buddha's Light on the cliff yard also changed. The light became clearer and quieter, and the Buddha's power contained in it became more and more terrifying.
Sangsang still stood in the Buddha's Light with her hands behind her back, looking calm and composed.
Ning Que's hand holding the handle of the umbrella trembled slightly. It became more and more difficult. He hurriedly stuffed the green pear into his sleeve and held the umbrella handle with both hands to barely support himself.
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At the peak, behind the Grand Hall of Xuankong Temple.
There was no monk beside the ancient bell, but it swayed in the wind.
The bell resounded through the entire giant peak and the field under the peak until it reached the cliff far away and then was knocked back. It kept repeating, making people intoxicated.
On the stone steps in front of the Grand Hall, dozens of monks sat cross-legged. They put their palms together and closed their eyes to meditate. They kept chanting along with the rhythm of the bell, as if they were singing.
Qi Nian sat at the forefront. He was a powerhouse of the Buddhism Sect who had been practicing silent meditation for many years. Today, he read countless times more words than he had said in the past ten years. The sound of sutra contained infinite power.
The other dozens of monks were extremely old. Their white eyebrows seemed to hang down to their chests, and their palms put together were more wrinkled than the oldest tree's bark. It was obvious that they were elders in the Xuankong Temple.
There were also people chanting in the Grand Hall. Master Qi Mei, who was seriously injured by Eldest Brother in front of the Pamir Mountains, knelt in the most pious posture in front of the Buddha statue and kept chanting. The back of his head was seriously deformed, so the sutra he chanted was a little vague. However, when he walked out of the hall, it became extremely clear.
In several yellow temples in the East Peak and West Peak, hundreds of monks in red cassocks sat cross-legged on the cliff platform. They put their palms together and looked determined. They kept chanting.
In dozens of temples in the mist on the mountainside, thousands of monks in gray cassocks sat cross-legged in the meditation room. They put their palms together and looked nervous. They kept chanting.
In hundreds of dark temples at the foot of the mountain, countless monks in colorful cassocks sat cross-legged in front of the Buddha statue. They put their palms together and looked confused. They kept chanting.
In the vast field at the bottom of the giant pit, millions of people knelt in the direction of the Xuankong Temple. No matter they were dressed shabbily or wore gold and silver, they looked very pious and kept praying.
Different positions in the Buddhist Country would result in different clothes and different expressions. The strong practitioners of the Buddhist Sect didn't need to sit in front of the Buddha statue, while the ordinary monks needed to rely on the Buddha to boost their courage. The strong ones looked calm, the strong ones looked determined, the weak ones looked nervous, and the confused monks didn't even know what was happening.
The pious believers in the field also didn't know what was going on. However, their faith was the strongest. They didn't learn the sutra, but the effect of praying was the strongest.
But no matter what kind of people they were, they were chanting and praying.
Bells, sutra sounds, and prayers were everywhere in the Buddha Kingdom.
The clouds were calm, and many traces gradually appeared.
That was the shadow of the sutra in the clouds.
The real sutra was in the air. Thousands of temple-sized characters glowed with a faint golden light. They floated over the heads of the herdsmen, the real temples, and the green trees on the cliffs. They kept arranging and combining in the sky.
The dark field was brightly illuminated by these golden sutra.
The believers kneeling in the field looked very excited. They became more pious and their hearts to Buddha became firmer. Their prayers became more and more orderly and loud.
Jun Mo, who stood quietly by a blue lake near the cliff, looked very special compared with the herdsmen kneeling on the ground. His figure looked so lonely and powerful.
He looked at the golden sutra flying toward the giant peak and slightly raised his eyebrows.
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Thousands of golden sutra gathered from all directions and slowly rotated around the giant peak. They illuminated the green trees and the temples, and the Light of Buddha on the cliff yard became brighter.
In the Light of Buddha, Ning Que held the handle of the umbrella tightly with his pale face.
Sangsang looked at the depths of the Light of Buddha, and her face became paler and paler. But she still didn't make a move, because she wanted to see where the Light of Buddha came from and where Buddha was.
Ning Que looked at her back and felt a little nervous. Although he didn't know the method of Xuankong Temple chanting, nor did he know what the golden words in the sky meant, his talent in Talisman Taoism was unparalleled. Intuitively, he guessed that if those golden words finally arranged into a Buddhist sutra, it would be difficult for Sangsang to deal with the real attack of the Buddhism Sect. So why didn't she make a move?
Sangsang looked up at the depths of the Light of Buddha for a long time.
Suddenly, she looked at the cliff yard under her feet and said, "I see."
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The mountain where Xuankong Temple was located was the tallest and largest mountain in the world.
However, this mountain was always hidden in the Giant Sinkhole. From the surface, it was just an inconspicuous small mound.
Its meaning was naturally consistent with Buddhism and Taoism.
Because this mountain was the tallest person in the world, but he didn't want to show up.
This cliff yard was not a real cliff yard, but a palm opened to the sky.
The pear tree on the edge of the cliff was not a real tree, but a flower between the fingers of that person.
That person was Buddha.
Ning Que and Sangsang stood on the cliff yard, standing beside the pear tree. In fact, they were standing in the palm of Buddha, standing under the little white flower between his fingers!
Sangsang picked the little white flower on her temples and threw it into the wind. She looked at the top of the mountain and said sarcastically, "This mountain is just your corpse, not you. Do you want to trap me in your palm like this?"
Yes, this mountain was not the Gautama Buddha, but the remains of the Gautama Buddha after his nirvanic rebirth.
However, it was the remains of Buddha, the highest in the world.
Who could escape from the palm of Buddha?
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