In the records of Buddhist scriptures, there was a Bhadanta with a handsome face, which was very similar to the Buddha. Countless believers mistook him for the Buddha and worshipped him. The Bhadanta was ashamed and thought that he had wronged the common people, so he cut his face with a sharp knife and became extremely ugly. Every time he went out, he would cover his face. Every time he met a child, he would be thrown a stone, and every time he met a dog, he would be bitten or barked at. He used to be very popular, but now he was hated by the common people. However, he didn't say any evil words or show any evil face. He allowed people to humiliate and beat him without fighting back.
Ning Que didn't understand why Monk Qingban could become a real Buddha just by wiping his face with his sleeves. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "You are dead. Even if you become a Buddha here, you are still dead. Since you are dead, how can you keep us here?"
"Thinking is the will, and the will is the power. I don't want you to go, so you have to stay."
Monk Qingban covered his face with his sleeves. His face had no eyes or lips, but he could still speak. His words were full of compassion and solemnity. The Light of Buddha shone through his sleeves, which was extremely gorgeous.
As soon as he finished speaking, his sleeves fell on Ning Que's face with endless Buddha's power.
Ning Que had been prepared for this. With a bang, he unsheathed his iron cutlass and cut across the air.
The sleeves and the iron cutlass met silently. But the autumn trees by the lake bent down because of the strong wind. With dense cracking sounds, countless trees were broken from the middle, revealing the white stubble.
A monk's sleeves fluttered in the wind.
The iron cutlass broke out of the sleeves and fell on the neck of Monk Qingban. The black cutlass became red and extremely hot. The Vermilion Bird kept screaming in the flame.
Monk Qingban had no facial features, so it was difficult to show his emotions. But at this time, one could clearly see that he was shocked.
He couldn't understand why Ning Que's iron cutlass could break the Buddha's power so easily.
"I killed you once in Chang 'an. At that time, in the ocean of consciousness, I proved to you that there is no Buddha in my heart. Although I have been cultivating Buddhism for many years, I still can't do it."
Ning Que's cutlass cut across the neck of Monk Qingban and said, "So I can kill you again."
He withdrew the cutlass, and the head of Monk Qingban fell from his shoulders like a ripe fruit. It fell on the floor and rolled to the broken tree by the lake.
Monk Qingban's body was still standing. Countless golden liquid flowed in his neck and slowly evaporated into the air.
Under the tree, the face of Monk Qingban reappeared.
He blinked his eyes with some difficulty and remembered the scene of him reading scriptures and worshipping Buddha in the White Tower Temple countless years ago. Only then did he realize that everything was empty.
He looked towards the distant east and revealed a complicated expression. There was a bit of frustration and sorrow. Then, he slowly closed his eyes and presumably would never open them again.
It was not until then that Monk Qingban or Daoshi really woke up and died.
On the surface of the headless body left by Monk Qingban, many cracks suddenly appeared. The cracks gradually widened, and golden liquid flowed out of it. The golden liquid melted in the wind and turned into the purest glory of Buddha.
Ning Que looked at the scene in front of him in silence. He did not notice that Sangsang, who was sitting by the lake behind him, looked at the golden Buddha nature with a slight frown and a pale face.
He was killed by Sangsang in the West-Hill Divine Palace. Then, he was resurrected by Haotian's Divine Power. His body was now pure and clean.
In the West-Hill Divine Palace, his flesh and limbs were cut off by Sangsang. Then, he was resurrected by Haotian's Divine Power. It was as if he had gone through countless changes of tendons and marrow. Now, there was no dirt in his body. It was unimaginably pure.
In the cliff cave of Xuankong Temple, he completed the homework assigned by Master Lotus. If he wanted to cultivate Diabolism, he had to cultivate Buddhism first. Both Buddhism and Diabolism originated from avoiding the sun. But there were some similarities between them. Once they were connected, he would be very powerful.
According to Lotus, he could reach the Divine State if he mastered Diabolism. Now, he had mastered both Buddhism and Diabolism. Coupled with the teachings of the Headmaster of Academy, his Great Spirit had reached the peak of Knowing Destiny State. He could even see the threshold!
Now, he could kill people with his Zen and his cutlass. Not to mention Monk Qingban, a fake Buddha, he could even kill powerful Elders of Commandment Hall of Xuankong Temple with his cutlass.
Sangsang said softly by the lake, "So that's how it is."
She had seen through everything in the world. Chaoyang City was fake, the White Tower Temple was fake, the lonely tree and the black crow in the courtyard were fake, so were the vegetables in the market and the pickle jars in the kitchen. If they were all fake, then who was real?
This was the world inside the chessboard.
On the cliff plateau of Xuankong Temple, she took Ning Que into the chessboard to find Buddha. But they were delayed for a thousand years, just like when she entered the chessboard in Lanke Temple.
She didn't know she was a guest in the dream.
When she was on that mountain, she saw the truth and also saw the fabrication. She experienced endless loneliness. There was no one to accompany her, and there was no one to talk to.
Compared with that year, she was not so lonely this time because there was one more person beside her. But she knew that without that person, Buddha could not have trapped her for so many years.
She stood up and looked at Ning Que quietly. She said, "A green pear came into my dream. How many years we have wasted here is how many years you have wasted for me."
Ning Que ignored her. He was just thinking about how many years they had lived in this chessboard world. The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. It was so long that even the pictures of the first years were blurred.
"Master Qishan said that if you enter the chessboard from the front, a year is a moment, and if you enter the chessboard from the back, a year is a moment. Which side did we enter from? How many years have passed outside? "
Sangsang was about to get angry. But after listening to Ning Que's question, she found that he did not care about her anger at all. After a moment of silence, she said, "Since I came in, how can Buddha be so free?"
Ning Que asked, "Can you roughly calculate it?"
Sangsang thought for a moment and said, "At most a few years."
Ning Que could not understand the concept of time flow even though he had reached the peak of Knowing Destiny State. But it was not too difficult for Haotian.
"It was very dangerous."
Sangsang looked at the far east and said, "I was almost lost in time."
"Fortunately, I still woke up."
Ning Que looked at the sky and thought about the sound of the axe. He was a little confused.
Now he naturally understood that it was very dangerous to cultivate Buddhism in the White Tower Temple. He gradually became obsessed with Buddhism. If it were other cultivators, no matter how high their state was, it would be difficult for them to wake up from that peaceful and joyful world. If they could not wake up, they could not see through the chessboard world and could not return to the real world.
Fortunately, he had the remaining fragments of Lotus' consciousness in his sense of perception.
Lotus was an eminent monk and also a Blood Sea Mad Devil. He was obsessed with Buddhism and hated Buddhism. Only such a magical existence could maintain a clear mind in the boundless Dharma of Buddhism. He used the fragments of his consciousness to form a sharp axe to hack at Meng Qi's head, trying to wake him up with pain. Then where did the axe in the sky come from? Who wanted to wake him up?
Sangsang said, "If you did not wake up, I probably would never wake up. In this case, I will cancel what you owe me. I will not punish you."
Ning Que knew what she meant. If it were not for him, she would not be so attached to the human world. She would not be so deeply tied to the secular world. How could the chessboard trap her?
He smiled and did not speak.
At this moment, several rays of light suddenly appeared in the dark sky.
Ning Que was slightly shocked. Last time in the Lanke Temple, he had also seen these pure rays of light in the chessboard. He knew that each ray of light was the rule of the chessboard world.
The rule of the world was collapsing. It was the most terrible power.
He was not afraid because he had experience in dealing with such a situation.
He took out the big black umbrella and said to Sangsang, "Let's go?"
He used a questioning sentence instead of saying "let's go" directly. He was also emotionless because he was a little uneasy. He was a little worried that she still wanted to stay in the chessboard and continue to find Buddha and kill him, which seemed impossible. He was also worried that she would return to the Divine Kingdom after leaving the chessboard and returning to the human world.
According to Sangsang's previous behavior, she would definitely choose to stay in the chessboard world and continue to find Buddha. That powerful enemy had unknowingly trapped her for hundreds or even thousands of years. The more it was so, the more she wanted to kill Buddha. Because she was the great Haotian.
Today, her behavior was somewhat unexpected. She walked to him and said calmly, "Let's go."
Ning Que was startled and handed the umbrella to her.
With a soft bang, Sangsang opened the big black umbrella, as if opening a piece of night.
The night completely covered her and Ning Que.
A moment passed, a moment passed, a moment passed, a moment passed, a day passed, a day passed.
It seemed that after countless tribulations, the black umbrella was still by the lake, and Ning Que and Sangsang were still under the umbrella. Nothing had happened. They could not leave, and they were still in the chessboard.
Ning Que remembered the words Monk Qingban said before he died, "I don't want you to go."
The world didn't want them to go.
His face was slightly pale, and his hand holding Sangsang trembled slightly.
But, why was that?
In the Lanke Temple, they entered the chessboard, and the rule of the world chased after Sangsang. They opened the black umbrella, and the rule of the world could no longer find them, and they disappeared.
Why did they open the black umbrella today but not leave?
Sangsang looked at the dark sky and said after a moment of silence, "I can't sense the outside world."
She was the rule. As long as she could communicate with the rule of the world outside the chessboard, she could return to the human world, just like she could return to Haotian's Divine Kingdom even if she died.
The big black umbrella could make the rule of the world unable to find them, and it could also help her communicate with the rule of the outside world. If she couldn't sense it, then there were only two possibilities.
The umbrella was broken, or something was wrong with her.
The big black umbrella was not broken, so something was wrong with Sangsang.
Before Ning Que could ask, she said, "I've become much weaker."
She looked a little lost.
Even though the Headmaster had infused the power of the human world with her, even though Ning Que had brought her into the human world, and she had been tainted by countless mortals, she still looked indifferent and extremely confident.
Because she was very powerful. Even if she was weak, she was still unimaginably powerful.
But now, she found that she was really weak, so weak that it was hard to imagine.
She closed her eyes and began to think about the reasons.
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