I want to cross the river. Who will carry me? Let me carry you … Ning Que hummed a tune and walked to the woods by the river with his sister on his back. He was so happy that he was crazy. After crossing the hurdle of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the pressure that he had accumulated these days was naturally released wildly.
There were still countless Buddhas looking for him and Sangsang in the field west of the river. They wanted to kill him and Sangsang, but he believed that those Buddhas could not cross the river because there were countless resentful souls and skeletons in the river.
Those skeletons were not smart, but they were powerful. Without the command of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, they could not distinguish between friend and foe and would not let go of those Buddhas. It should be known that the Light of Buddha could suppress ghosts and was also an excellent nourishment for ghosts. Ning Que and Sangsang could purify with Haotian's Divine Light, but those Buddhas could not.
When they reached the woods, the song suddenly stopped. Ning Que knelt down in the moss-covered ground with a thud. He held the wetland with both hands and kept vomiting blood. His face turned pale because of the pain.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was not easy to kill. It was not until then that he found that his body was seriously injured, like a battlefield after a bloody battle. There were wounds and blood everywhere, and it was very difficult to find an intact bone. As for the Psyche Power in his sense of perception, it was even more chaotic.
He turned around with difficulty and sat down against a redwood tree. He panted hard and held Sangsang in his arms. He said, "I felt a little unreliable just now. You were too fierce when you fought."
Sangsang said in his heart, "What do you think?"
"This is my body. No matter what, you should take care of it."
Ning Que thought of the bloody battle between her and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. She did not even blink when Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's powerful Pennant of Human Skulls ruined her body.
Sangsang said, "That's why I should take care of it."
Ning Que said angrily, "You can only win by risking your life. Do you think I don't know that? I just want you to say something nice. We have become one. Why can't you say something intimate? "
He meant something else when he said "become one".
Sangsang said, "Even if I break your body, what can I do?"
Ning Que was furious. He turned her over and spanked her buttocks twice. He scolded, "If there's a next time, I won't go easy on your body."
Sangsang seemed to be a little tired and no longer paid attention to him. The quarrel became a quarrel between the two of them. Naturally, it was boring. He leaned against the tree trunk and looked at the scenery on the other side of the river to kill time.
Logically speaking, he should be in a hurry to meditate to heal his injuries and restore his Psyche Power, but he did nothing. As time passed, his injuries naturally healed.
Hao Tian had merged with him. In terms of life recovery, who could be better than him?
Ning Que stood up and was about to leave with Sangsang on his back. Suddenly, he saw many Buddha lights in the redwood forest on the other side of the river, and then he heard the chanting of scriptures.
Every golden light was a Buddha, and it was a Buddha that they had met and injured. Naturally, the number of Buddhas in the redwood forest was far more than what he saw.
Ning Que was not in a hurry, thinking that these Buddhas could not cross the river. He smiled and looked at the other side of the river, and even waved to the Buddha at the front. The Buddha was an acquaintance. When he and Sangsang went to the opera in Chaoyang City, he always bought tickets from this Buddha. Until now, he still did not know who this Buddha was.
The dark sky gradually brightened, the riverbank gradually brightened, the Buddha lights gradually brightened, and the chanting of scriptures gradually became solemn. For a moment, no one knew how many Buddhas came to the Styx River and looked at the other side in silence.
Ning Que's expression became solemn. Even with his eyesight, he could not count how many Buddhas there were. What shocked him even more was that those Buddhas actually began to walk into the Styx River.
Thousands, tens of thousands, or even more Buddhas bypassed the fallen redwood trees, walked across the soft riverbank, and silently walked into the clear river. It was dark, as if an army was crossing the river.
There were more resentful spirits and skeletons in the depths of the Styx River. They sensed the Buddha lights and aura on these Buddhas, but did not sense the coercion of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. After a moment of hesitation, they finally failed to suppress their instinctive love for light and their greed for the pure aura of Buddha.
The clear river water turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the calm surface of the river suddenly became extremely turbulent. Some Buddhas with low cultivation were directly swept away by the river water and became food for the resentful spirits, while the Buddhas with high cultivation were surrounded by dozens or even hundreds of resentful spirits, constantly devouring them. The scene was extremely terrifying.
What puzzled Ning Que was that none of the Buddhas made a sound during the whole process. They silently entered the water, silently were swept away, silently were devoured, and silently turned into countless golden light fragments. They even stopped chanting the Buddhist scriptures that had a strong suppressive effect on resentful spirits and wild ghosts, as if they were deliberately courting death.
Dozens of Buddhas with profound Dharma did the same. If they used their means, they could save the Buddhas who were sinking into hell, not to mention to protect themselves. But they did nothing. They just put their palms together and silently walked into the depths of the Styx River.
Countless Buddhas walked into the vast and gloomy Styx River and floated in the river, densely packed together. From time to time, Buddhas were swept away by the water, dragged away by resentful spirits, and torn into pieces by the white claws of skeletons.
Looking at this shocking scene, Ning Que no longer felt like an army crossing the river. He felt like he was on the prairie, where countless bison crossing the river were devoured by crocodiles.
Why? Why were these Buddhas so silent and so calm to die? Ning Que even saw a Buddha among the black waves being devoured by resentful spirits, but the Buddha's expression was still so determined.
At this moment, the earth suddenly shook. Ning Que suddenly turned around and looked at the source of the shaking. He saw that the sky in the far east suddenly became unusually bright, and there was a supreme Buddha's power rising there.
The boundless Light of Buddha instantly came to the Styx River, illuminating the woods and all the lives by the woods.
The light fell and plated Ning Que's clothes with a layer of golden light. He felt a very strong pressure and also felt that Sangsang was weakening, so he quickly opened the big black umbrella.
The Light of Buddha also fell into the Styx River. The dark water did not become clear, but it tumbled rapidly, as if someone had put a fire under the Styx River and instantly boiled the Styx River.
In the boiling Styx River, countless Buddhas were still silently moving forward. Countless resentful spirits that were devouring Buddha's aura raised their heads and looked at the Light of Buddha in a daze. Countless skeletons that were tearing Buddha's bodies stopped what they were doing and wanted to look at the Light of Buddha, but they were a little timid. Then, both resentful spirits and skeletons gradually turned into tiny light spots.
The densely packed light spots, like fireflies, floated in the boiling river and landed on the bodies of the Buddhas who were still alive. The Buddhas' aura was suddenly enhanced, and the expressions on their faces became more resolute. They walked towards the Buddha's aura in the distant east, towards the other shore.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage?" Ning Que said to himself.
"Ten Thousand Ghosts Crossing the River," Sangsang said contemptuously.
Whether it was Ten Thousand Buddhas Paying Homage or Ten Thousand Ghosts Crossing the River, Ning Que did not know why these Buddhas were doing this, nor did he understand why ghosts attached themselves to Buddhas after Buddhas were devoured by ghosts. But he knew that these Buddhas had become stronger and more terrifying. He even saw thousands of resentful spirits in the boiling river turn into an indigo lion, and an inconspicuous Buddha was carried by the indigo lion and walked on the river. Was it another Bodhisattva?
One Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had almost driven Ning Que and Sangsang into a desperate situation and had to wash their bodies in the Styx River. How could they survive if several Bodhisattvas of similar states appeared?
What else was there to think at this time? The Light of Buddha in the far east gradually faded, and countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were about to reach the other shore. Ning Que turned around and began to run wildly with Sangsang on his back.
He ran wildly all the way for a hundred days.
Even Ning Que himself did not know how far he had run in the past hundred days with Sangsang on his back. He only knew that he was running desperately to leave those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas behind him as far as possible.
During the running journey, there were plateau meadows, land inland seas, and steep mountains. He did not know where he was, but only knew that he was running toward the far east.
From the fourth day on, he could no longer hear the chanting behind him. Occasionally when he looked back, he could not see the Light of Buddha in the night sky. But he knew that those Buddhas would never stop running. As long as he stopped or slowed down, they would catch up with him one day. Those Buddhas were born in the year of tortoise.
The world was so vast that he could not see the end of it after running wildly for a hundred days. Fortunately, he did not need to distinguish the direction, nor did he need to worry about running back to the original place, because Buddha was in front of him.
The Light of Buddha was getting clearer and clearer, which meant that Buddha was getting closer and closer. What was strange was that the Light of Buddha did not hurt him and Sangsang like the previous times, but made them feel a little comfortable.
Although they felt comfortable, they were not relaxed. Ning Que and Sangsang talked less and less these days, and they kept silent for a long time while running. He was in a heavy mood because he was about to see Buddha and gamble with his life, while Sangsang was thinking about something.
To cultivate Buddhism, one must first see Buddha, and Buddha would wake up from the Nirvana State, either alive or dead — Heaven was the first, Headmaster was the second, and Buddha was the third. Now Sangsang was extremely weak. If Buddha was alive, she and Ning Que would definitely die.
Ning Que and Sangsang were born with each other, so he should know what she was thinking. But this time her thoughts were too complicated and abstruse. He could sense those lines of thought, but it was too dense to see clearly, let alone understand. It was like a tangled mess between their hearts. Understanding this, his mood became heavier and heavier. Even Sangsang could not figure out a way. What should they do after seeing Buddha?
One day, they came to a meadow, and a Snow-capped Peak loomed in the distance. He broke the silence and said, "When I first learned cultivation, I gambled, which meant that I was probably born to be a gambler. Now it is a fifty-fifty chance, so of course I have the courage to bet all my wealth."
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