The auntie did not speak but just looked at him with a smile. She held a yam in her left hand and a handful of celery in her right hand. Both were vegetables and medicine.
Ning Que suddenly laughed and said, "Are you the legendary Medicine Buddha?"
The auntie smiled and said, "Yes."
Ning Que thought for a while and said, "The Medicine Buddha can cure diseases. My wife is seriously ill. She should be poisoned. I wonder if you can take a look and write a prescription for her."
The auntie looked at Sangsang and said with pity, "The poison is incurable. It's better to go back."
Ning Que pointed to the sky and said, "What if I don't go back?"
The auntie said, "Death is liberation."
"That makes sense."
Ning Que said with a smile. Then he pulled out his iron cutlass and chopped at the auntie behind the vegetable stall.
The vegetable stall was full of green vegetables with dew on the leaves, which looked very fresh.
Ning Que's iron cutlass should have easily chopped the vegetable stall into two halves, chopped the leaves into countless pieces, and chopped the dew into moist foam.
But he didn't.
Because the vegetable stall turned into a field. The green vegetables on the stall turned into lush plants. The yam in the auntie's left hand turned into a fruit branch, and the celery in her right hand turned into a Buddha bowl.
The auntie turned into the real Medicine Buddha. Her hair was black and plump, and her ears fell on her shoulders. She looked solemn, and countless halos and auspicious clouds surrounded her.
In front of the Medicine Buddha, there were thousands of colorful banners fluttering. It was these banners that blocked Ning Que's cutlass.
Ning Que looked at the Buddha statue that was so close to him but seemed so far away. He said in shock, "It's true!"
The Medicine Buddha smiled slightly. The red mole between her eyebrows shone brightly, illuminating the vast field around her. The colorful banners fluttered faster and faster, and the plants in the field grew taller and taller.
Ning Que and Sangsang stood in the field. Their legs were instantly entangled by the green vines and could no longer leave.
The Medicine Buddha chanted the name of Buddha and slowly tilted the alms bowl in her hand. The black liquid in the alms bowl dripped onto the ground and turned into a river, rushing toward Ning Que and Su Li.
Medicine was used to cure and save people, but it could also be used to kill people. Sometimes, good medicine could become the most powerful poison. Ning Que only felt a stuffiness in his chest when he smelled the strange fragrance in the medicine river, followed by a sharp pain. He covered his chest and coughed, as if he was going to cough out his internal organs.
Sangsang stood beside him and looked at the Medicine Buddha in the distance. She frowned slightly and said, "How ridiculous."
After saying this, she blinked her eyes, and the field was shattered. The lush plants were turned into pieces, and the fragrant medicine river was shaken out of the river and spread in all directions.
The vegetable stall was still the same vegetable stall.
Ning Que waved the iron cutlass, and with a shrill sound of friction, the blade slashed across the aunt's body, leaving a neat cut, from which a faint golden light shone.
The auntie smiled at the two of them.
With a cracking sound, her body was divided into two halves and scattered on the ground. The smooth cut was enshrouded in golden light, as if there were countless melted gold flowing.
The gold melted in the wind and dispersed into golden mist, gradually drifting around the vegetable market. Some of the golden mist floated in front of Sangsang. She frowned slightly, and her face became paler, as if she was in pain.
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They couldn't buy vegetables after killing all the vegetable sellers. Ning Que returned to the small courtyard with a heavy heart, especially when he thought of the last scene, which made him feel even more uneasy.
Whether it was the real Medicine Buddha or the fake one, in front of him and Sangsang, they didn't have much resistance, just like Monk Qingban turned into the Masked Buddha.
But the Buddha's aura after their death seemed to hurt Sangsang. What if they met these Buddhas again in the future? They had to leave this world as soon as possible.
"We have to find a way to detoxify the poison in your body," he looked at Sangsang and said.
Sangsang's face was a little pale, and she said, "What if I can't detoxify it?"
Ning Que didn't want her to worry, so he said with a smile, "You won't die even if I can't detoxify it. Life has to go on."
Sangsang looked at his eyes quietly and said, "Life is poison."
Ning Que understood, but he didn't know how to answer. After a moment of silence, he said, "Let's go."
This time he didn't ask questions, because he didn't mean to leave the chessboard world, but to leave the small courtyard or Chaoyang City. He was going to cure Sangsang and detoxify her.
Just like many years ago.
They had lived in the small courtyard for many years, so they naturally had many memories and many household necessities. But Ning Que's luggage was very simple. In addition to weapons and food, there was only a jar of pickles.
Sangsang asked, "Where are we going?"
Ning Que subconsciously looked to the far east again, but he was a little scared. He said, "To the south."
Sangsang's pale cheeks suddenly turned red, and she said, "Are you going to see her?"
Ning Que was stunned and then understood what she was talking about. He said with a smile, "There is no Great River Kingdom in the south of this world."
Sangsang said, "But you are used to going to the south."
Ning Que was confused and asked, "So?"
Sangsang said, "You just want to see her in your heart."
Ning Que was a little angry and said, "Why are you still talking about this at this time?"
Sangsang was silent and found that there was indeed something wrong with her.
It wasn't that there was something wrong with her attitude towards him. She was Haotian, and he was a mortal. Even if they were husband and wife, she had her reasons to treat him.
The problem was that her state of mind was a little unstable.
This was anger, and there was also greed. The poison in her body was getting worse.
Ning Que understood something and held her in his arms, saying, "I will definitely cure you."
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After tying the heavy luggage behind him, Ning Que held the big black umbrella, left the small courtyard, and walked to the city gate. Sangsang held his hand under the umbrella, looking a little weak.
If they wanted to break the Buddha's chessboard, they needed to restore Sangsang's strength, detoxify the poison in her body, find a way to detoxify, and find a way to leave.
Monk Qingban didn't want them to go, the Medicine Buddha didn't want them to go, Chaoyang City didn't want them to go, and the world didn't want them to go. Naturally, they couldn't leave so easily.
There was a shop at the corner of New Street, which specialized in selling lamp oil and lamps, and also sold candles. Ning Que often bought lamp oil here and was familiar with the boss. But when he saw the boss today, his expression changed slightly.
The boss was not in the shop, but on the street. The boss blocked their way.
Ning Que pulled out the iron cutlass and asked, "Who are you?"
The boss wore a hat and looked amiable. He said with a smile, "Guess."
Looking at the dense oil lamps in the shop, Ning Que asked with some uncertainty, "Dipankara Buddha?"
It was indeed the Dipankara Buddha.
There was no oil lamp shop owner on the street, only an old Buddha.
Outside the Buddha's body, everything was a bright lamp, emitting countless rays of light. Even the ant nests in the corners of the walls were clearly illuminated, and even the dark sky seemed to be lit up.
The light began to burn, and the temperature on the street began to rise. A drop of sweat appeared on the tip of Sangsang's nose.
When she was still an ordinary person, she rarely sweated because of the congenital cold. After becoming Haotian, her divine body was as cold as jade, and she didn't sweat at all.
But in front of the Dipankara Buddha, she sweated.
Ning Que felt that his heart became extremely hot, as if someone had placed an oil lamp in it.
The Great Spirit rose, and in an instant, he rushed to the front of the Dipankara Buddha and chopped down with his cutlass.
The Dipankara Buddha dropped the lamp. The seemingly ordinary copper oil lamp seemed to be as heavy as a world, and it easily suppressed Ning Que's iron cutlass.
The ancient Buddha began to light up thousands of lamps, and the world shone brightly.
In just an instant, more than ten thousand lamps were lit. Even with Ning Que's reaction speed, he couldn't react.
Just when the 16,000th lamp was lit, Sangsang finally made a move.
She stretched out her right index finger and gently pressed against the bottom of the copper oil lamp.
The expression of the Dipankara Buddha changed slightly.
Even the ancient Buddha couldn't compete with heaven.
The copper oil lamp in the hands of the Dipankara Buddha could no longer be put down.
Ning Que shook his wrist, and the iron cutlass was placed in front of his forearm, sweeping across the neck of the Dipankara Buddha.
The head of the Dipankara Buddha didn't fall, but there was a very clear cut on his neck.
There was still no blood in the cut, only a very strong golden light, and then there was flowing gold slowly seeping out along the cut, wetting the robe of the ancient Buddha, and dripping to the ground.
The gold-like liquid was the breath of the Buddha, which contained infinite Buddha's power and Buddha's will. It turned into a golden fog in the wind, and the light that was refracted was the Buddha's Light.
Ning Que's expression changed slightly. He held Sangsang's hand and ran to the other end of the street.
He was so fast that he didn't have time to look back to see whether the Dipankara Buddha was dead or alive. He just ran desperately, and didn't stop until he ran to the end of the long street.
Sangsang's face was very pale, and her brows were tightly furrowed, as if she was in great pain.
Looking at the drop of golden liquid on the hem of her flowery indigo dress, Ning Que knew that he still couldn't avoid it.
"Next time stand behind me, and the Buddha's Light won't fall on you."
He pulled Sangsang in front of him, looked into her eyes, and said very seriously.
Sangsang looked at the tip of her shoe, and whispered, "I'm afraid that I will get lost."
Ning Que was silent for a moment, and then he untied the heavy luggage, took out the arrow box and the brocade bag containing the Fu paper, and threw away everything else, including the pickle jar.
He carried her on his back, tied their bodies with a rope, and handed the big black umbrella to her. With the arrow box in one hand and the iron cutlass in the other, he walked toward the direction of the city gate.
On the street, the pickle jar had cracked, giving off a fragrance that only an old jar could have.
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Ning Que walked out of Chaoyang City with Sangsang on his back, and met many Buddhas along the way.
The officials of the Academy of Music, holding the sound device, turned into the Best Sound Buddha.
The storyteller in the Tile Alley turned into the Nanju Buddha.
The dhuta in a small temple turned into the Dharma Buddha.
Many people turned into Buddhas and were killed by him.
Ning Que couldn't understand why these people turned into Buddhas, why there were so many Buddhas, where did these Buddhas come from, and why did they become Buddhas?
"Everyone can become Buddhas."
Sangsang leaned on his shoulder, and said weakly, "This is the business of the masses."
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(Chapter Two) (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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