The mountain was the Buddha, and the cliff plateau was the Buddha's palm. The Light of Buddha, which was full of silent power, did not come from the sky, but from the Buddha's palm, from the pious faith of countless monks and believers in Xuankong Temple and the Plain at the bottom of the pit.
It was the same for the scriptures that lingered between the peaks. They were written by Buddha himself countless years ago and sung by his disciples and believers devoutly after countless years. The Buddha's nature gilded the scriptures, and naturally, the Dharma of Buddha was boundless.
Sangsang quietly looked at the cliff plateau, the scriptures floating in the air, and the Light of Buddha. She saw the Lanke Temple in autumn a few years ago.
That year, the Lanke Temple also had such a silent Light of Buddha. It came from the Buddha statue on the top of Tile Mountain and started from the crisp bell in the hands of Baoshu, the president of Commandment Yard.
This year, the Light of Buddha in Xuankong Temple was still cold. It came from the cliff plateau, from the palm of Buddha's slough, and from the distant bell behind the Treasure Hall on the top of the peak.
That year, the Light of Buddha in Lanke Temple was to kill the Daughter of Yama. This year, the Light of Buddha in Xuankong Temple was to suppress Haotian. Haotian was the Daughter of Yama, and the Light of Buddha was still the same.
Everything was clear now.
For the Headmaster of Academy, Haotian set up a trap for a thousand years. Before that, Buddha had read the "Ming" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane and written notes. He knew what would happen in the future and predicted that a bright moon would appear when the night came. However, he did not say that Haotian would come to the human world and become weaker and weaker.
Therefore, Buddha also set up a trap.
He left many celestial devices in the human world, such as the Yue laan Bell, the chessboard, and the Light of Buddha to suppress the entrance to the Underworld. However, how could Buddha not know that the Underworld did not exist?
From the beginning to the end, Buddha wanted to kill her.
Buddha wanted to destroy Haotian.
The Yue laan Bell was crushed into scrap iron by Jun Mo, and the Buddha statue on the top of Tile Mountain was chopped into pieces by Jun Mo. The chessboard was taken to the Wilderness by Ning Que and Sangsang.
However, the mountain transformed from the remains of Buddha was much taller than the stone statues on Wa Mountain. The bell of Xuankong Temple was much louder than the Yue laan Bell, and the Light of Buddha was also much stronger.
Sangsang saw through everything. She and Ning Que were telepathic, so Ning Que naturally knew all the causes and effects. Only then did he know that the mountain where Xuankong Temple was located was actually the body of Buddha.
He was shocked. No one could not be shocked at this moment.
His face was pale, not only because he was too shocked, but also because the golden characters flying around the mountain peak had gradually found their order and were about to form a complete scripture.
Each character was as big as a temple, and thousands of characters were a huge scripture. The golden scripture floated in the sky above Xuankong Temple and even covered the clouds.
With a clang, Ning Que held the hilt of the cutlass. The iron cutlass was half out of the sheath, and the cold light was threatening.
Just as he was about to attack, Sangsang waved her sleeves.
His green robe, which was covered in flowers, sparkled in the endless Buddhist light, like the most noble imperial robe.
She was the king of this world.
She waved her sleeves to the sky, and a gust of wind roared like a dragon, passing through the dense forests and temples between the peaks, and chopping down countless monks off the cliff.
The wind came to the Mahavira Hall at the top of the peak. The ancient bell shook slightly, and the bell sounds were slightly chaotic.
Grass was flying on the stone steps. Qi Nian and the other old monks closed their eyes and were not afraid of being blinded. However, their Zen hearts were gradually becoming restless and confused, and blood seeped out of their mouths and noses.
At this moment, Qi Mei, who was in front of the Buddha statue in the hall, changed from kneeling to sitting. His expression was firm and determined. He held a wooden staff and hit the wooden fish in front of him heavily. The wooden fish was instantly broken.
Almost at the same time, the Vajra Pestle held by the Venerable beside the Buddha statue fell from the sky and hit Qi Mei's head heavily. With a puff, Qi Mei's skulls were all broken, and his brains and blood were scattered everywhere.
Blood stains stained the Buddha statue. The Mahavira Hall, which was shaking in the gust of wind, suddenly stabilized and became one with the peak. The monks also finally stabilized their bodies and hearts.
Sangsang waved her sleeves and created wind. It was the wind of heaven, so it would not be annihilated. It floated up from the top of the peak and instantly came to the scripture composed of thousands of words in the sky.
The clouds in the sky were chaotic, and the golden words under the clouds were scattered everywhere. In the golden light, the edges of the scripture that was about to take shape were messed up, and it was difficult to understand the content.
Sangsang broke the scripture left by the Buddha by waving her sleeves, but her expression became solemn.
Because she had a better understanding of the surrounding environment in the moment she waved her sleeves. She was puzzled to find that she actually could not take Ning Que away from the cliff plateau.
The power of the prohibition cliff plateau was not the rule, nor was it an ordinary cultivation method. Cultivation was still within the rule. Even the small world above the Five States was still in the world of Haotian. In that case, even if she was much weaker after coming to the human world, she could still break the three thousand worlds with a single thought.
At this time, they were trapped in a macro world.
How could there be a real macro world in the world of Haotian?
The Buddha turned his body into a mountain. There were countless temples on the mountain, and countless believers at the foot of the mountain.
The mountain originally had no consciousness, no spirit, and no life. But for countless years, the temples on the mountain were filled with incense, the monks kept chanting, and the believers in the wilderness worshiped. Finally, the Buddha nature was cultivated.
The Buddha nature was the consciousness of the monks and believers!
After countless years, countless people, countless consciousnesses, and countless lives, the world finally became a Buddha land. The real Buddha land was the real world, the big world of the Nirvana.
This world was located in the far west of the human world, so it was called the Western Nirvana.
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Even if she was in the Western Nirvana and could not leave easily, Sangsang did not care. She was Haotian, and even if she fought with millions or even more Buddhism believers, she would not lose.
However, she had been in the human world for a long time, and the power of the human world that the Headmaster poured into her body was constantly weakening her. If she wanted to break the Western Nirvana, she would have to pay a great price.
If the Western Nirvana was destroyed, there was still Chang 'an City, the Academy, and the God-stunning Array in the human world. Then how could she, who was extremely weak, do?
So she hesitated.
Ning Que did not know why she hesitated. The current situation was very bad. The Buddhist scripture that was blown away by the wind did not disappear, and the scattered parts fell to the cliff plateau!
Those golden, monastery-sized characters gradually became smaller as they floated down to the plateau. Eventually, they turned into petal-like existences that exuded a strange fragrance.
In the Buddha land, there were heavenly maids scattering flowers, which was very beautiful.
Ning Que's expression was very solemn. The petals changed from the scripture fell on the surface of the big black umbrella, and each petal was as heavy as a giant stone.
The Light of Buddha was already very powerful. Countless petals fell on the surface of the big black umbrella, which was even more unbearable for human beings. In an instant, he felt that his arm was about to break.
Ning Que inserted the handle of the umbrella into the cliff plateau, believing that since the mountain was the body of Buddha, it must be able to withstand it.
He glanced at Sangsang, who stood in silence in the Light of Buddha.
He pulled out the iron cutlass and chopped at the falling petals.
The cutlass left a mark, and the mark was the word, and the word was the Divine Talisman, the Yi Talisman.
The petals looked like petals, but they were actually words, words from the Buddhist scripture.
The Dharma was incomparable, so the words were as heavy as a mountain.
If Buddha had left some other means, Ning Que's cultivation state within the Five States would not have been able to do anything. He could only grab Sangsang's sleeves and hide behind her.
But since it was a scripture, and the falling words were words, he could break it.
Because he was the best calligrapher and the most powerful Divine Talisman Master in the world. He had broken countless words in the old library of the Academy, and he was best at breaking words in his life.
Seven Divine Talismans of "Yi" appeared in the air by the cliff.
The falling petals touched the talisman and broke into pieces, because the words in the flowers were broken into meaningless lines.
The petals continued to fall. Thousands of words were thousands of flowers, like the spring rain, and it did not stop for a long time.
The seven Divine Talismans of "Yi" fought against the power of Buddha, but they did not last long and disappeared.
Looking at the scripture that was still half-broken in the air, the words that kept falling from the slightly messy scripture, and the petals that were near him, Ning Que was not afraid at all. He waved his blade again.
This time, he did not break words, but wrote a word in the sky.
He wrote it very casually, and even he did not know what it was.
Even if Buddha could know for 500 years after his death, he could not guess it.
The strokes of the iron cutlass on the scripture were more like graffiti.
No matter how simple the scripture was, as long as a naughty boy scribbled on it, even the most knowledgeable monk could not understand the meaning of it.
The scripture in the Buddhist land was broken by Ning Que's random chopping.
He was a monster cultivated by the Headmaster of Academy and Yan Se. He did not belong to the world of Haotian or the world of Buddha. The last place he wanted to stay was the Western Nirvana.
Using words to deal with Ning Que was like cutting fish in front of the Headmaster of Academy or selling hot and sour noodle slice soup in front of Lin 47th Street.
He sheathed his cutlass and looked at Sangsang, saying, "Why don't you do it?"
Sangsang did not respond to him, thinking about something.
Ning Que shook off the petals on the big black umbrella and put them on her head to block the Light of Buddha for her.
Sangsang frowned slightly and said, "You can't do anything to me with these tricks."
Ning Que said, "Look at your pale face. Why do you have to be brave?"
Sangsang said, "I am strong. Why do I have to be brave?"
Ning Que thought that Haotian cared too much about his face and still had to be brave at this time.
He put the handle of the umbrella into her hand, looked at the peak and shouted, "Let's give up. Can we stop fighting?"
Sangsang frowned again and was a little unhappy.
Ning Que said seriously, "Look at me. I never know what face is."
Xuankong Temple knew that Haotian would not give up, so he would not either. What answered Ning Que was the sound of bells all over the mountain and cliffs, endless solemn chanting, and a voice.
"Since we are fighting with Heaven, why should the Academy stand on Heaven's side?"
This voice was quiet and majestic. If one listened carefully, it could only be described as magnificent. And what it asked was the most fundamental question, which was difficult for anyone to answer.
Hearing this, Ning Que laughed happily, "Chief monk, you should still be buried in the ground now, but you are still so energetic. It is really admirable."
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