(I rarely hit the jackpot at night, which means that I have made great progress in my ability to control it. But sometimes I feel regretful, because I am the most emotional when I hit the jackpot. I always think that the chapters I hit the jackpot are the best ones, such as this one. Please have a taste. Besides, today is Monday, so please vote for me. Thank you.)
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Through his eyes, Sangsang saw that Buddha Mountain was the same as before. The cliff plateau had changed a little, and the field was the same. The Buddha and Bodhisattva were still chanting. The indigo lion was still angry for three years. Sangsang wondered if it was tired. She suddenly wanted to know how Ning Que spent the past three years.
"How did I spend the past three years? I dug everywhere with an iron cutlass. Don't you know why this mountain is so hard? It's been three years, and I only made such a piece of land. If the old farmers in the Southern Kingdom saw this, they would look down on me. But it's really tiring. What should I do if I am tired? Just take a rest. Just like eating when you are hungry. "
Ning Que spoke quickly, and his tone fluctuated greatly, as if he was talking about something very surprising. In fact, it was because he had not talked to anyone for three years.
Sangsang was silent for a moment, and then she asked, "What do you eat?"
In the past three years, Ning Que could only hear the sound of the iron cutlass falling on the cliff, the indigo lion roaring in the field, the sound of the wind blowing the rolling stones, the sound of cicadas and frogs in the pond at the foot of the mountain, and the sound of himself talking to himself. Now he finally heard Sangsang's voice. His intuition was as if he had eaten a pot of Heavenly Power Pills, and he felt comfortable all over, as if he was floating to the depths of the sky. It was so wonderful.
"What do you eat? Hey, there are so many delicious things in this poor place. Boiled frogs, fried frogs, fried frogs, roasted frogs, raw frogs, and so on! "
When Sangsang was a child, Ning Que told her that in his world, there was a kind of people who made money by talking. They talked very fast, and they liked to rhyme and repeat, or they liked and were good at being talkative. At this time, listening to Ning Que's long list of words about frogs, she felt that he was probably learning from those people.
Ning Que did not know what she was thinking about because he had no time to feel it. He was just happily talking about his life in the past three years. His saliva splashed everywhere, which seemed to be more than his sweat.
He said proudly, "Yes, there's oil, of course there's oil … I've squeezed some lotus seed oil from these wild lotus flowers. Whether it's used to mix wild vegetables or to fry frogs, it's very fragrant."
Sangsang said, "You should be a vegetarian."
Ning Que said excitedly, "Don't worry, I have never forgotten to pair meat and vegetables. Stewed lotus root, fried lotus root, freshly peeled lotus seed, crunchy and not bitter at all! Actually, my favorite food is fried cicadas. Whether it's roasted with lotus leaves or fried raw, it's so fragrant … But when I think of Third Senior Sister, I can't bring myself to eat it. "
Three years later, he was so thin and dark, looking no different from the poor serfs under the Xuankong Temple. On the contrary, Sangsang felt much better. The three poisons of greed, aversion and obsession were still there, but they were calmer. There should be no danger of the poisons breaking out, and she was not as weak as before she fell asleep.
Sangsang could see him and could imagine how hard he had been living in the past three years. At this time, listening to his cheerful narration, she felt more and more sorry for him. That kind of emotion was so strong that she felt a little sad. If she could shed tears, she would shed them.
Ning Que felt the sadness in his heart. After a moment of silence, he said with a smile, "Don't worry. You know I'm good at living in the wild. Didn't I do this often when I was a child?"
Sangsang did not speak. She thought that no matter how lonely he was in the Min Mountain when he was a child, at least he had her by his side. Now he still carried her on his back, but she was not with him in the past three years.
Ning Que was still murmuring. She listened quietly and gradually narrowed her eyes. That was a smile. Then she felt a little warm and gentle, and then she frowned in his heart.
Sangsang was silent for a long time. Then she said, "I'm a little tired. I want to sleep a little longer."
Ning Que did not expect this. After a moment of surprise, he said with a smile, "Okay."
Sangsang began to sleep again.
This time, she slept for a whole ten years.
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Ten years later, Sangsang woke up.
This time, she found that the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the field had not changed, but the mountain in front of her had changed a lot. Ning Que had finished repairing the feet of the Buddha with the iron cutlass and was re-carving the clothes on the Buddha. The iron cutlass kept cutting between the cliffs, and a line of the sleeves of the clothes slowly took shape.
Compared with the clumsiness and stiffness when he first cultivated Buddhism, Ning Que's technique was much more skillful now. The iron cutlass moved freely, like the most experienced carvers in the small town in front of the Lanke Temple.
The improvement of the carving technique was exchanged with time and hard work. It had been thirteen years, and Ning Que did not know how many times he had waved the iron cutlass. The cliff was full of his sweat.
Ning Que felt that she had woken up. His body was a little stiff. After a long silence, he slowly inserted the iron cutlass into the crack of the cliff, reached out and patted her buttocks. He said with a smile, "You're awake?"
"Yes." Sangsang said.
"Then I'll rest for a while." Ning Que sighed, a little tired and a little satisfied. He untied her and held her in his arms. He walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, looking at the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the field.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas had been chanting sutras for thirteen years. The golden pond was full of Buddha's Light. If Sangsang had not been cured of the three poisons in her body, she would have died in the Buddha's Light.
The indigo lion roared angrily at the cliff, and the clouds in the sky were suddenly broken.
Ning Que looked at the angry indigo lion and said with a smile, "Why are you roaring in spring? My wife has woken up. She didn't fall asleep because of your anger. Shouldn't I be the one roaring in spring?"
Sangsang looked at the lines on the hem of the Buddha's clothes. It did not look like a kasaya. She asked, "Do you need to repair the Buddha's clothes when you cultivate Buddhism?"
Ning Que said, "I have to do things carefully. How can I make mistakes in such details?"
Sangsang asked, "Is it still a Buddha without a kasaya?"
Ning Que said, "Why must a Buddha wear a kasaya?"
Sangsang asked, "Then what should a Buddha wear?"
Ning Que thought of the clothes he designed and said proudly, "You will know when I carve it. You will like it."
After a moment of silence, Sangsang said, "Your clothes are also torn."
As the World Wayfarer of the Academy, Ning Que naturally wore the Academy uniform when he walked in the human world. The Academy uniform he chose was black, which was very resistant to dirt. Moreover, the Academy uniform was very strong and could not be torn by ordinary attacks. Therefore, he basically did not change it during those years. He only casually washed it when it was too dirty.
When he was imprisoned by Sangsang in the West-Hill Divine Palace and then cut into pieces, he did not have the uniform with him. Later, Sangsang threw it to him. This black uniform had accompanied him in the world of the chessboard for countless years, but it was still not rotten. During these thirteen years, the uniform had become tattered.
It could be seen how hard he had worked and how many things he had done over the years.
Now Ning Que was very dark and thin. His hands were covered with thick calluses, and he looked more like a farmer.
But his eyes were very bright. As the poison in Sangsang's body was gradually removed, his mood became better and his spirit became more determined. He felt stronger and stronger.
"I have made many new dishes over the years."
Feeling that Sangsang's condition had indeed improved a lot, Ning Que was very happy. He held her body and pointed to the pond at the foot of the mountain. He said happily, "I always thought there were no fish in the pond. Later, I found that there were indeed fish in the depths of the lotus field. I made a pot of fish soup. It was so fresh … I have nothing to say."
He smacked his lips and recalled the delicious fish soup. Then he became depressed and said, "It's a pity that there are too few fish. It's not easy to catch them, and I don't have much time."
Sangsang was silent for a long time and said, "I am a little tired. Let me sleep a little longer."
After saying this, she began to sleep again. No one knew how many years it would take for her to wake up again.
Ning Que looked at her face in his arms with a dull expression. After a long time, he squeezed out a smile with difficulty and said, "Sleep well. I will deal with things here."
Sangsang kept sleeping, which reminded him of the time when she was seriously ill and dying. It was a shadow in his heart. But thinking that Sangsang was indeed getting better, he thought that the three poisons planted by Buddha were too powerful. It might take some time.
He felt a little tired. He sat on the edge of the cliff and looked at the field. He was silent for a long time. The body in his arms was so tall, but his back was so lonely.
Fatigue and pain were not difficult to bear because there was hope. The most difficult thing to bear in the world was loneliness. He had been cultivating Buddhism for thirteen years, but he only said a few words to Sangsang. This was loneliness.
Because of emotional problems, Ning Que luxuriously gave himself a whole day off. He did not wake up until the morning light rose from the edge of the dark sky and disappeared quickly.
He stretched himself, and his muscles and bones rubbed against each other. Then he lowered his head and kissed Sangsang's chubby face a few times, making a loud sound.
"Black … pig."
"Black … pig."
"La, la la, la la la la la la! La la la la la! La … la! "
"La, la la, la la la la la! La la la la! La … la! Black … pig! "
In the lonely song, he carried Sangsang on his back, tied the big black umbrella, and waved the iron cutlass. He climbed up and down the cliff, skillfully cutting and carving new lines one after another.
Buddha had a pair of delicate little feet.
Buddha's kasaya gradually changed. It looked a little elegant and simple. It dragged the skirt, as if someone had put a large handmaiden dress on her small body.
Three years later, Sangsang woke up.
She stared at the familiar maid's uniform in silence.
Ning Que bit a lotus branch and asked, "How do you feel? Do I look like this? "
Sangsang said, "If I wore it again, it wouldn't be so loose."
Ning Que said, "Although your figure has changed, in my eyes, you are still the same as before."
Sangsang asked, "Where are you now?"
Ning Que pointed to the peak and said, "Tomorrow, I will start to repair the face of Buddha."
Sangsang was a little surprised, and she was surprised that she did not show any joy.
She said, "Much faster than in the previous years."
Ning Que said with a smile, "Nothing else. I am familiar with it."
Sangsang asked, "Will it be over after the repair?"
Ning Que said, "Of course. It will be over soon."
Sangsang was silent for a long time and said, "Yes, it will be over soon."
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