The Buddhist scriptures once said that it was disrespectful to sculpt Buddha statues. But in fact, there were Buddha statues in countless ancient temples and murals on the walls. The stone Buddha statue on the top of the Tile Mountain behind the Lanke Temple soared into the sky. The body of Buddha turned into the Prajna Peak after his death was also a kind of Buddha statue. There were also countless Buddha statues in the Nirvana World in the chessboard. On the contrary, Haotian Taoism, the real ruler of this world, had never erected a statue for Haotian. This situation vaguely revealed some problems.
There was a reason for the Buddhism Sect to erect countless Buddha statues. Ning Que wanted to see if he could cut off the connection between Buddha and all living beings through the Buddha statues. This was his Buddhism cultivation.
It was just that some things could be thought clearly and said proudly, but it was very difficult to actually do it. This Snow Mountain was very majestic. If it was the starting coordinate of Buddha in this world or the collection of the original Buddha nature, the broad cliff platform where he stood was just a toe of Buddha. What was more troublesome was that the black rocks between the mountains were very hard. Even if he used the Great Spirit to wield his cutlass, it would be very difficult.
The dark iron cutlass kept falling on the black cliff rocks, making thunderous noises and shaking the pebbles. However, it could only cut off a very thin layer of rock skin. At the current speed, it would take Ning Que a long time to make Buddha's toenail rounder.
"Others would make a last-minute effort when they are desperate, but you are repairing Buddha's feet."
Sangsang felt that his approach was very incomprehensible. She could not understand how Ning Que could change the current situation even if he repaired Buddha Mountain.
Ning Que kept chopping the rocks with the iron cutlass and said, "I can't explain it to you clearly. You will understand when you finish cultivating. The so-called Buddhism cultivation is Buddhism cultivation."
Buddhism cultivation was Buddhism cultivation. The two cultivations were naturally not the same. Sangsang said, "Even so, do you know how to repair it? The Academy only knows how to destroy. When will it build? "
The Buddha statue on the Wa Mountain was directly cut by Jun Mo with the iron sword, and he was cutting the Prajna Peak. From this point of view, the Academy was indeed better at destroying Buddha statues and had no experience in repairing Buddha statues.
Ning Que inserted the iron cutlass into a crack in the cliff and pulled it hard. A rock as big as a watermelon flew out. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "You have a prejudice against the Academy … Who said that we don't know how to build? If we can build Chang 'an, why can't we build a Buddha statue?"
Sangsang said, "You can't even weave willow branches, and you want to carve something decent?"
Ning Que said, "I told you before that I've already thought about it. I've thought about it on the other side of the river. Didn't I use the redwood tree to build a boat? This is training. "
"Using a wooden boat as practice for the Buddha statue? It sounds a little unreliable. "
"How is it unreliable? At most, the Buddha that is cultivated in the end will be a bit ugly, but it won't delay anything. "
Sangsang was a little tired. She felt that there was nothing to say, or she didn't want to continue talking to him, so she kept silent.
Talking was a one-sided thing, and there was no need for dialogue. Ning Que didn't care and continued to nag, waving the iron cutlass to cut the rocks between the cliffs. The roars continued and the black rocks flew everywhere.
Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the field outside the golden pond couldn't hear what he was saying, but they could see what he was doing. Their expressions gradually became serious.
Especially the majestic indigo lion at the front, which was thousands of feet high. It seemed particularly angry and a little uneasy, constantly roaring at the dark sky and shaking its head. The mane on the indigo lion's neck was shining with the Light of Buddha, as dense as a forest. As it shook its head angrily, the mane all stood up, looking like countless swords.
Ning Que was resting with the iron cutlass at this time. Looking at the indigo lion's change in the distance, he was a little startled at first, and then he laughed, pointing there and said, "Look! That big cat is angry! "
Sangsang didn't care about him.
Hearing the laughter coming from the mountain, the indigo lion became angrier, and the movement of shaking its head became more and more wild. The violent airflow brought by it even tore the clouds in the sky into pieces!
In the horrible turbulence and roaring, the mane on the indigo lion's neck, shining with the Light of Buddha, shot out and turned into hundreds of black shadows, breaking through the clouds and flying to the front of the mountain!
The thousands of golden ponds outside the mountain were the inhibition left by Buddha, and even the indigo lion couldn't cross it. However, its mane was lifeless and could launch long-range attacks.
The indigo lion's mane instantly came to the cliff and fell like rain. There was a dense collision sound, and countless gravel splashed everywhere. Every mane seemed to be an indestructible spear!
Three spears made of mane fiercely pierced Sangsang's body. Ning Que suddenly became serious and rolled to her side. He opened the big black umbrella and forcefully inserted the handle into the cliff.
Sangsang's body was not damaged, but there was a thin white cut on her cheek. Her body was a divine body, so it could be imagined how terrible the power contained in the indigo lion's mane was!
"Look, they are really scared, which means what I did is really useful." Holding the umbrella handle tightly, Ning Que leaned on Sangsang's tall body and whispered in her ear.
The indigo lion's furious long-range attacks were still going on. Dull collision sounds came from everywhere on the cliff. Two big manes fell on the big black umbrella, which made Ning Que's hand sore.
Then, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the field also took out their cultivation instruments and threw them to the mountain from a long distance. However, the cultivation of these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas was obviously lower than that of the indigo lion. Only a few big Bodhisattvas' magic instruments fell on the cliff and caused a shock. Most of the instruments could not even fly to the cliff and fell over the golden ponds.
There seemed to be an invisible cover over the golden ponds. Those Buddhas' magic instruments fell on it and were instantly shaken into pieces. They turned into countless golden streamers and scattered around. Those instruments contained the Light of Buddha, which made the pond brighter and even the dark sky seemed to be illuminated.
Ning Que squinted and felt Sangsang's pain in his body. He silently looked at the field.
After a long time, the terrorist attacks from the field finally stopped. Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were silent. The indigo lion shook its head and roared unwillingly to the sky.
Ning Que closed the black umbrella and stood up to look at the field in the distance. He was angry but also helpless. He could not resist the power of those big Bodhisattvas and the indigo lion.
He opened the black umbrella in his hand to the field, which was an insulting gesture. As for whether those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas could understand it or not, it was not within his consideration. He did not need people to understand to curse.
Then he looked at the indigo lion whose mane was obviously less and scolded, "Keep shaking! If you can, shake off all your rotten hair and become a bald donkey! Our Academy specializes in killing bald donkeys! "
The indigo lion angrily roared back, but it could do nothing to him.
Ning Que was even angrier because Sangsang's body was almost injured. The mane and the instrument turned into the Light of Buddha, which made Sangsang weaker and more painful. This was unacceptable to him.
The Light of Buddha between the mountain and the pond was extremely strong. He carried Sangsang on his back and tied the handle of the umbrella in front of him to make sure that Sangsang's body was completely covered by the black umbrella. Then he walked back to the original position with the iron cutlass.
This mountain was really solid. Even the mane of the indigo lion and the instrument of the Bodhisattva could only break a very thin layer of the surface of the cliff, which was of no help to him.
Ning Que carried Sangsang on his back and held the big black umbrella. He bent down and kept waving the iron cutlass against the hard cliff rocks, like an old farmer in a bamboo hat farming in the hot sun.
Farming was always the most difficult activity for human beings. Sweat kept appearing on his forehead. The sweat dripped onto his hands and the ground and mixed with the broken cliff rocks, as if he was irrigating.
"I'm really tired." He wiped off the sweat and said while gasping, "Why are you so tired?"
Sangsang said, "I used to plant peppers in the yard in the City of Wei. I'm not tired."
Ning Que felt hurt and said, "That's because your body is weak and cold, so you can't sweat. Why don't you try it like me? It's very annoying to sweat everywhere. My hands keep slipping, so of course I get tired easily. "
Sangsang's voice was a little weak but still emotionless, "You can't do it."
Ning Que had said before that what he hated most was to be told that he couldn't do it, especially by a woman. He couldn't stand being told that he couldn't do it by his own woman.
"That's because you're fat! How can I not be tired carrying such a heavy woman! When we were in the City of Wei, why didn't you carry me to loosen the soil and prune the branches? You have to take the main responsibility! "
He shouted angrily, "I didn't suffer so much when I carried you on my back when I was young. I don't want you to choose a thin one, but you should at least choose a slim one, right?"
Sangsang said, "You like thin ones?"
Ning Que said, "Is this something I like? I'm just talking about the weight. "
Sangsang said, "You still like thin ones."
Ning Que threw the iron cutlass to the ground and said, "I told you, this is not something I like!"
Sangsang said, "The divine body I choose must be perfect. It's just that in front of the gate of the Divine Kingdom, your teacher injected a streak of red dust into it, so it became fat. If you want to blame someone, you should blame him."
Ning Que silently picked up the iron cutlass and continued to cut the mountain.
Sangsang said, "Go on."
Ning Que hesitated for a long time and finally said, "A student should not speak of his teacher's mistakes."
Sangsang asked, "You are a Buddhist. How can you get rid of my poison?"
Ning Que said, "You and I are husband and wife. When I become a Buddha, you will naturally become a Buddha. Not to mention the poison, these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will be our little brothers. How fun it will be."
Sangsang asked, "How did you come up with this idea?"
Ning Que said, "Why do you have so many questions? Just listen to your man. Who am I? I'm the hero of this story, and you're the heroine. When in danger, the hero must stand in front of the heroine and solve her problems. In the end, the two can live a happy life. "
"A happy life? I'm a little tired. I'll sleep for a while. "Sangsang said.
Ning Que felt that her voice was a little sweet, as if she had drunk sugar water. Then he also felt that his throat, which was burning because of thirst, suddenly became sweet. He was very happy.
Sangsang began to sleep, and she slept for three years.
When she woke up, Buddha's right foot had been repaired and turned into a very delicate little foot. It looked a little familiar, and if it was whiter, it would have looked more familiar.
Ning Que worked hard for three years and finally had a harvest.
He repaired Buddha's foot into Sangsang's foot.
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