The serfs living in the underground world under the Xuankong Temple only knew the round sky and the Buddha. They had no choice, so their faith was the purest. In the human world, there were many devout Buddhist believers like them. After countless generations, the believers died, and their awareness came to the chessboard of the Buddha, forming the Nirvana.
According to Buddhism, what kind of world could be qualified to be called the Nirvana? That was the world where everyone could become Buddha. In Chaoyang City at this time, all the servants, peddlers, officials, and monks were merciful and chanting. They were Buddhas, all of them were Buddhas.
Ning Que and Sangsang wanted to know what Buddha would do to kill them after they woke up. Now they saw the answer: all living beings were doing business with all living beings.
Men, women, old, and young all became Buddhas and surrounded them. They looked solemn and merciful, chanting scriptures. They did not mention killing, but the intention of all living beings was to kill Haotian and Sangsang.
There was a man who had carried a load for decades and had calluses on his shoulders. He was a thick-shouldered Buddha. There was a girl who was enlightened by the rising sun. He was a Buddha who was born in the sun. There was an old man who was fishing in the river. He was a Buddha who was enlightened by the net.
There was also a Buddha of Fame, a Buddha of Dharma, a Buddha of Light, a Buddha of Various Colors, a Buddha of Incense, a Buddha of Light, a Buddha of All Righteousness, and many other Buddhas with no names.
The whole city was crowded with Buddhas. One Buddha stepped on another Buddha's kasaya, and another Buddha smashed the jade flower in the Buddha's hand. The Buddhas squeezed and pushed each other toward Ning Que and Sangsang.
Looking at this shocking scene, Ning Que seemed to go back to those years in Chaoyang City. Countless people wanted to kill Sangsang, the Daughter of Yama, who was on his back.
When he saw that the man who played monkey tricks also became a Buddha, and even the monkey on his shoulder became a bad-tempered fighting Buddha, he could not bear it anymore and rushed over with his iron cutlass.
He had killed many Buddhas on his way out of the city. He wanted to stop for a while.
Because all Buddhas had dharma, they were not easy to kill. More importantly, he knew that these Buddhas would turn into Buddha's Light after they were killed, which would make Sangsang suffer.
However, if he didn't kill these Buddhas, he wouldn't be able to escape from Chaoyang City with Sangsang on his back. He could only hold the iron saber and hack at those Buddhas.
It was as if someone was sweeping the floor with a bamboo broom. The black iron knife danced back and forth among the solemn-looking Buddhas. The blade cut through the necks and chests of the Buddhas. Countless Buddhas fell. The black blade was covered with golden liquid and then turned into pure light.
Su Vajra Buddha was dead. He fell to the ground as if he was in a deep slumber. Then, he was trampled into golden pieces by the other Buddhas. Thick Shoulders Buddha was dead. His right shoulder had been completely sliced off by the iron blade. He looked like an unfinished golden statue. Sun Rebirth Buddha was dead. A golden scar appeared on the girl's beautiful face. It looked extremely terrifying.
Ning Que waved his cutlass and moved forward. Every time the iron cutlass fell, a Buddha would die. There was no emotion on his face. No matter who was in front of him, whether it was an old man or a child, they were all cut in half.
When the Buddhas were injured, they wouldn't bleed. Only golden liquid flowed out. However, the scene was still bloody. Ning Que was extremely cold-blooded, even more cold-blooded than he was in Chaoyang City.
On the night when the Academy climbed the mountain, he had been so cold-blooded. No matter who stood in his way, whether they were old acquaintances or new acquaintances, relatives or friends, they were all killed by him. Because he knew they were all dead.
These Buddhas were also dead. Since they were already dead, it was not a big deal to kill them again.
Of course, Buddhas were Buddhas after all. Each of them had their own tools. Although Ning Que had become very powerful and had the help of Sangsang, it was still very difficult for him to kill them.
To kill all the Buddhas … he had never thought about it.
Ning Que cut off the neck of the smiling Buddha. Looking at the smiling Buddha's head on the ground, Ning Que felt a little tired. At this moment, a Buddha's power fell from the sky and attacked his back from the right. It was a shining golden brick thrown by the Buddha from afar!
If Ning Que didn't move, the golden brick with infinite Buddha's power would fall on Sangsang. He could only dodge it hurriedly and let the brick hit the top of his right arm.
There was a muffled sound!
Ning Que felt as if his soul was about to be slapped out of his body by the golden brick. He spat out a mouthful of dirty blood. Sangsang was also affected and spat out a mouthful of blood, which wet his collar.
If a cultivator from the Buddhism or Taoism Sect was hit by the Buddha's golden brick, his arm bones would have been broken. Fortunately, he had mastered the Great Spirit and his body was as hard as Vajra. He only felt pain.
With a clang, he sheathed the iron cutlass and took the iron bow from his shoulder. He pulled the bowstring to a full moon and shot at the Buddha in the distance.
There was no arrow on the bowstring. It was just an empty shot. However, in the next moment, an extremely deep crack appeared on the chest of the Sumeru Buddha. Golden liquid continuously flowed out of the crack. The shape was extremely similar to a bow.
Ning Que killed the Buddha with the bowstring.
Finally reaching the city gate, he was still surrounded by Buddhas. Those Buddhas shed a lot of blood and turned into countless lights, which clearly illuminated the shabby city gate of Chaoyang City.
In the Buddha's Light, Sangsang's face became paler and paler. The Buddha's method was to kill the Heaven with the Buddha's Light, which was what she was most afraid of.
Ning Que clearly felt her pain. His heart trembled and even began to hurt, but he ignored it and did not comfort her. He continued to rush toward the field outside the city gate.
He held the iron bow with his left hand and pulled the bowstring with his right hand. Buzzing, buzzing, buzzing, as if the string of a zither was broken or someone was playing cotton, the Buddhas around the city gate cracked and died.
The Buddha's Light seeped out from those cracks and filled the field, becoming more and more intense. Sangsang frowned more and more, and spat out more and more blood.
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Sangsang woke up with a start and looked at the dark bottom of the cave silently. Her eyes were a little dim, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Ning Que held her in his arms and asked, "What's wrong?"
Sangsang said, "I had a nightmare."
Ning Que was stunned. He forced a smile and asked, "That's new. What did you dream about?"
Haotian could not dream, only mortals could.
She began to dream, which meant that she began to become a real mortal. Whether it was the secular world left in her by the Headmaster of Academy or the three poisons of greed, anger, and obsession, they were all becoming stronger and stronger.
"I dreamed of a lot of Buddhas. They picked up knives and cut their faces and bodies to make themselves bleed. They squeezed the wounds hard to make the blood flow faster, but there was no expression of pain on their faces. Some Buddhas were burning firewood to make the blood evaporate faster. Some Buddhas even jumped down from the cliff."
Sangsang's face was expressionless, but there was fear in her eyes.
Ning Que's fingers became slightly cold as he thought of those scenes when he rushed out of Chaoyang City.
Sangsang was very weak now. This world full of Buddha's Light was too scary for her.
"Hold on a little longer." He gently stroked her back.
"If I go on like this, I will die."
There was still no expression on Sangsang's face. In addition to fear, there was also pain in her eyes.
Death meant the end, an eternal sleep. For any existence with self-consciousness, this was the most terrible thing. She had never thought that she would die, so she had never been afraid until now.
Ning Que said, "I won't let you die."
Sangsang said, "You have said this many times. There is no other meaning except to comfort yourself."
Ning Que looked into her eyes and said, "The ending of the story should not be like this. Now that we have woken up, we must be able to find a way to leave. "
Sangsang said, "You said before that this is not a story in a book."
Ning Que said, "No matter what the story is, I am the hero and you are the heroine. So we should not die."
"Maybe, in this story, we are just supporting roles."
Sangsang looked at the dark night sky outside the cave, looked at the Buddha's Light gradually spreading in the field, and listened to the sutra gradually becoming clearer. She said, "Because this is the story of Buddha."
Ning Que was silent for a long time and said, "Sleep a little longer. We can still stay for a while."
Sangsang turned to one side and continued to sleep.
Ning Que sat beside her and looked at her frowning eyebrows, aggrieved lips, and painful expression from time to time. He felt very sad and reached out to smooth her eyebrows.
Sangsang never showed a painful expression when she was awake.
They left the cave in the early morning and continued to walk south according to the original plan. It did not take long before they entered the deep forest with dense vegetation.
Ning Que relaxed a little. He thought that this place was so desolate that it could not be like Chaoyang City, where there were Buddhas and Buddha's Light everywhere.
He was right, but not accurate enough.
There were indeed not so many Buddhas in the deep forest in the south, but there were still Buddhas. The woodcutter they met on the mountain road was a Buddha. In the middle of the night, another Buddha came riding a spotted tiger.
Ning Que continued to kill Buddhas. It was very hard and he got more and more injuries. Sangsang also became weaker and weaker. Under the torture of the three poisons, her face was as pale as snow.
In order to relax, he began to sing the song of the black pig again. Sangsang was very unhappy and wanted to pretend to be black. But her face was too pale and did not look threatening at all.
She shouted angrily, "You only know how to bully me when I am weak!"
Ning Que reached behind and patted her buttocks. He said, "It's the Buddha who poisoned you. It has nothing to do with me. It's true that I bully you, but I can't take advantage of you."
At this moment, a wild boar covered in black mud jumped out of the forest. The wild boar looked at Ning Que foolishly and ran away as soon as it felt the danger.
Sangsang said weakly, "The crow landed on the back of the pig. The bald donkey and the Academy are all evil."
With a strange caw, a black crow flew over and landed somewhere in the forest. After a moment, the wild boar covered in black mud walked out of the forest dejectedly.
The black crow stood on its back, flaunting its might.
Sangsang said, "We will eat pork tonight."
Ning Que said angrily, "The crow landed on the back of the pig. You are on my back. Am I a pig?"
Sangsang leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "If you are not a pig, why are you here?"
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