After saying that, Sangsang's aura suddenly changed. She was still standing on the cliff platform, under the pear tree, right beside Ning Que, sharing the same umbrella. However, in Ning Que's eyes, she seemed to have suddenly become many times taller, as if she was about to touch the sky and look down at the White Tower in the sky.
Facing the Buddha's most powerful means, she responded with the Immeasurability of the Buddhism Sect. Ning Que had seen the Abbey Dean's Immeasurability and the Drunkard's Immeasurability. Only her Immeasurability was truly Immeasurability.
The Xuankong Temple felt her change. The bells all over the cliff and the chanting in countless temples did not stop. Instead, they became louder and louder with the change of her aura.
Every word of the sutra chanted by the monks in the temple was as heavy as the temple itself. Rocks from the east and west peaks gradually fell. The bodies of the tens of thousands of monks shook uneasily. Blood gushed out of their mouths, but they still chanted the sutra.
Ning Que found that Sangsang's face was a little pale and could not help but worry. Sangsang knew what he was thinking and said calmly, "This is my world. No one can trap me."
However, this was the Buddha Kingdom, a very big world.
As the bells of the Xuankong Temple rang, the bells of the 72 temples in Chaoyang City rang at the same time in the autumn rain. The bells of the Lanke Temple on the Wa Mountain, which was far away by the sea began to ring. The bells of the Wanyan Tower Temple in Chang 'an did not ring. The Red Lotus Temple, which had long been in ruins, only had a deformed bell, which began to ring in the autumn wind, like the crying of ghosts.
There was a shabby nunnery outside the capital of the Yan Kingdom, which had been abandoned for many years. Since last year, more than a dozen widowed and childless women were driven out of their homes by their families. Their land and houses were taken away. The women gathered in the shabby nunnery. They used tiles to shave off their hair that had not yet turned gray. Accompanied by the broken lamps and broken Buddha statues, they were hopelessly prepared to spend the rest of their lives there. Or they would suddenly die in the hands of bandits one night.
Today, they suddenly heard the sound of a bell ringing in the distance.
The women had lost all hope after being tortured by the cold and cruel life, but the sound of the bell seemed to have injected some kind of power into their bodies. They stood up and ran to the broken bell at the back of the nunnery. They clenched their fists and kept hitting the surface of the bell until their fists bled. It seemed that they wanted to vent all the resentment and despair they had accumulated over the years through the sound of the bell, so that they could find comfort in their next life.
The sound from the broken clock was hoarse and unpleasant, as if they were crying loudly.
In Chaoyang City, countless monks knelt in front of the Buddha statue and kept chanting sutras. Countless believers knelt in front of the lake and the white tower that had disappeared and kept praying to Buddha.
In the Wanyan Tower Temple in Chang 'an, the monks were stunned to hear the bell ringing behind the courtyard. The stone statues seemed to come alive. In the Lanke Temple on Wa Mountain, the abbot, Monk Guan Hai, looked solemn. He knelt in silence before the stone statue of Buddha on the peak.
In the city and countryside, all the people who had been helped by the ascetic monks, no matter old women or children, knelt devoutly in the omnipresent sound of the bell and kept praying to Buddha.
The bell, the chanting of sutras, and the sound of prayer rang in every corner of the human world. The human world was the Buddhist Kingdom. As long as people believed in Buddha, they would enter the big world he left behind.
The Western Pure Land.
Sangsang's face became paler and paler. She had underestimated the power of Buddha, but she was not flustered. Since these were all arranged by Buddha, Buddha must not be dead.
Then as long as she found Buddha and killed him, the Pure Land that Buddha had set up in the human world would naturally be destroyed. All these methods would become illusions and no longer exist.
And she had already found out where Buddha was.
Ning Que looked at her face and was very worried.
Sangsang suddenly turned to look at him and said, "Eat the green pear in your sleeve."
Ning Que was stunned. There was indeed a green pear in his sleeve. It was the first fruit from the pear tree by the cliff. But why did she want him to eat the green pear now?
Soon he thought he understood what Sangsang meant. Just like under the statue of Buddha on Wa Mountain and in Master Qishan's cave, he could enter Buddha's chessboard as long as he ate the green pear.
Could he leave Buddha's Western Pure Land by entering the chessboard?
Ning Que trusted Sangsang very much. It had nothing to do with the relationship between husband and wife, but because she was Haotian and could calculate everything in the world. However, he could not help but hesitate at this moment. After eating the green pear last time, it was only their consciousness or souls that entered the chessboard, but their bodies were still outside. Even if Sangsang used her great power to let their bodies and souls enter the chessboard at the same time, what kind of danger would there be in the chessboard?
He looked at the chessboard taken out from his luggage and at the blurry lines on it. He had a terrible guess. What if Buddha was hiding in the chessboard?
"There is no 'what if'. Buddha is in the chessboard."
Sangsang put away the big black umbrella and looked at the scripture petals falling from the sky. She looked at the Light of Buddha that appeared between the cliff plateau and enveloped her and Ning Que. She looked at the slowly falling White Tower and said, "When I came to this mountain, Xuankong Temple was quiet and Buddha was speechless. Because I am Haotian, how dare they touch me?"
Ning Que asked confusedly, "Then why do they touch me now?"
Sangsang looked at him and said, "Because the pear on the tree was ripe and you picked it."
Ning Que looked at the small green pear in his right hand and the chessboard in his left hand. He vaguely understood something. Back then, Lanke Temple was full of powerhouses, and Second Brother destroyed the Buddha's instrument and Dharma statue. Only the chessboard was still silent. Now he thought about it, there was indeed something wrong.
"When the green pear was ripe, we could enter the chessboard and see the real body of Buddha. The monks in the mountain began to fear, and so did Buddha. So they risked their ten thousand years of foundation to stop us."
"Why didn't I see Buddha when I entered the chessboard in Lanke Temple?"
"I didn't wake up at that time, so I couldn't see him. And it was meaningless for him to see me."
"Meaningless? Was Buddha also waiting to see you as Haotian? "
"Yes."
Sangsang looked at the chessboard in his hand and thought, "No wonder I couldn't find any trace of Buddha in the human world, and no wonder the heart of heaven always fell on Ning Que's side when I looked around in Xuankong Temple. It's not that I can't leave this man, but that I have long noticed that Buddha is hiding in the chessboard. That's good."
Ning Que felt that the chessboard in his hand suddenly became very heavy. Anyone who knew that he was holding the world after Buddha's Nirvana, or the Buddha's coffin, would have the same feeling.
"We know that Buddha is inside, but we still want to go in?" He was a little uneasy.
Sangsang said, "I came to kill Buddha, and I know where Buddha is. Of course I have to go."
Ning Que was about to say something when he suddenly felt something in his mouth. Then, the sweet and delicious pear juice flowed down his throat and into his stomach. That green pear was eaten by him.
What was done could not be undone, the rice had become porridge, and the pear had fallen into his stomach. What had already happened could not be changed. He quickly accepted this cruel reality and walked towards the green tree by the cliff.
"What are you going to do?" Sangsang asked.
Ning Que reached out to pick the pear and said, "You haven't eaten it yet."
Sangsang said, "I don't need it. I have been in this chessboard, and the chessboard is also my world."
After saying this, there was a chess piece between her fingers.
A few years ago, in Lanke Mountain, she and Master Qishan played the last game of the three games of chess on Wa Mountain. The master asked her to choose a chess piece, and she did not hesitate to choose a black chess piece, which made the master sigh with emotion.
Two years ago, in the Wilderness, the chess piece in her hand had changed from black to white. The Headmaster in the carriage saw this scene, and the world changed. The Headmaster knew all the causes and effects, and began to take her and Ning Que on the long journey in the human world to make arrangements for Haotian's coming to the human world.
That chess piece had been in Sangsang's hand, but now it was hard to tell what color it was. It seemed to be black and white, and it kept changing at will, as if it was the will of Heaven.
Ning Que looked at the chess piece in her hand and thought of many things. He silently leveled the chessboard.
She put the chess piece on the chessboard.
There was no sound, and no wind blew.
Ning Que and Sangsang's figures disappeared from the cliff plateau.
The chessboard stayed in the air for a moment, and then fell on the cliff plateau, splashing a few drops of rain.
A few drops of rain flowed out of the cliff and turned into several large waterfalls, making a thunderous sound in the valley.
Without the obstruction of the power of Heaven, the White Tower from Chaoyang City whistled through the air and fell heavily on the chessboard. With a loud bang, it was shaken to the old temple behind the cliff.
The old temple was shattered into ruins, and the road to the cliff cave was blocked by the White Tower.
The chessboard bounced on the cliff plateau for a few times, and then it stopped, raising a very gentle wind.
As the wind blew, the green trees by the cliff kept shaking, and countless small green pears fell.
Before the White Tower broke through the clouds, thousands of hectares of lake water came from Chaoyang City and washed the cliff plateau like a rainstorm. However, it could not knock down a single green pear. At this time, these green pears fell with the wind like rain.
Clap, clap, clap. In the noisy rain-like sounds, the green pears fell and fell on the cliff plateau softened by the rainwater. They were instantly shaken into juice, leaving only hundreds of pear pits.
The pear pits were blown by the wind, fell along the waterfalls, and fell into the abyss at the foot of the mountain, never to be found again.
This pear tree was planted by Buddha himself. It bloomed every five hundred years, bore fruit every five days, and fell to the ground every five minutes. The pear fell to the ground and drifted with the current, never to be seen again.
There were only three green pears left in Xuankong Temple for countless years.
When Master Qishan left Xuankong Temple, he brought all three green pears to the human world. Because he was the illegitimate son of the Chief Preaching Monk of that generation, he was not punished.
The first green pear was used by Master Qishan to save tens of thousands of victims of the plague after the flood of South Jin Kingdom. Because of this, his Zen Heart was backfired, and he lost all his state and became a useless person.
The second green pear was used by Master Qishan to enlighten Master Lotus, who lived in the temple. Lotus was born beside the pear tree by the cliff of Xuankong Temple, meditating on Tao. It had to be said that it was fate or Buddha's fate.
The third green pear was eaten by Sangsang and Ning Que, which let the master know Sangsang's identity. From then on, a bloody journey began in the human world.
Five hundred years later, the green pear tree in Xuankong Temple bloomed and bore hundreds of green fruits. Only one survived, and it was eaten by Ning Que. But this time, the matter to be decided was relatively simple.
This green pear would decide life and death.
The life and death of Haotian and Buddha.
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(This is the first chapter. There will definitely be more today. Yesterday, I said that I would break out, so I must work hard. But I have to write it carefully. My hands are a little tired, so my speed will be slower. I will continue to work hard.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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