"Aren't you curious about why I can cultivate so fast?"
"You said that you're good at it."
"Can't you tell I'm being polite?"
"I haven't heard you speak for many years."
Ning Que was silent for a while and said, "I haven't heard you speak for many years either."
Sangsang was also silent for a while and said, "Then, why?"
"Because my guess is right. After cultivating for sixteen years, your poison is getting stronger and stronger. Although you haven't woken up yet, it makes me stronger and stronger. Naturally, I'm faster and faster."
Ning Que said happily, "Of course, the most important reason is that my carving technique is really good now. If you give me a piece of rotten wood, I can carve at least a few hundred taels of silver in the human world. Now I'm not only a Talisman Taoism master, but also a carving master. No, I'm a grandmaster."
Sangsang gently nodded and looked very calm.
Ning Que was a little surprised and said, "I said it's a lot of silver. Why don't you have any reaction?"
Sangsang nodded and said after a while, "I'm a little tired. I want to sleep a little more."
Every time she woke up, she would fall asleep again after saying a few words. Ning Que was not as disappointed as before. He thought that although the poison in her heart was gradually gone, Sangsang was still weak and should sleep a little more.
Sleep was the best way to restore spirit. Sangsang had slept for sixteen years, and he hadn't slept for the past sixteen years. He was sleepy and exhausted to an unimaginable degree.
He took out the dried frog meat from his arms, tore off a few pieces and stuffed them into his mouth and began chewing.
The frog meat was long and tender. As long as it was cooked properly, it would be very delicious. For example, it could be cooked in a spicy pot, boiled with green peppers, or grilled. But no matter how delicious it was, it would become wood residue in the mouth of the diner after eating it for many years. No matter how greedy a person was, he would want to vomit after eating frog meat for sixteen years.
Ning Que didn't vomit. There was no expression on his face. He chewed mechanically and looked very dull until he chewed all the dried frog meat in his mouth and swallowed it.
His miserable childhood experience made him realize clearly that the most difficult enemy for humans to deal with was definitely not bad food, but the lack of food, because starvation was more terrifying than death.
Since the end of the last decade, he rarely thought about food. Time was too long and loneliness was too unbearable. He spent all his time and energy on cultivating Buddhism. He wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, so he caught a lot of frog meat in the Golden Pond and hung them on the cliff to dry under the sun. These frog meat became his main source of food. He didn't need to spend time to process them. When he was hungry, he would take some out and eat it.
The dried frog meat had no taste at all. No matter how hard he chewed, he couldn't taste any fragrance. It was hard to swallow. He sat on the edge of the cliff and looked at the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness, using their pain as seasoning.
The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness became angrier and angrier. As he made the Buddha's figure more and more unpresentable and carved a maid's dress for the Buddha, their anger reached its peak. The chanting echoing between heaven and earth became more and more majestic, and the Buddha's light falling on his body became more and more terrifying.
The real horror was the indigo lion, which was hundreds of feet high.
The front hooves of the indigo lion were covered with blood and mud. It lowered its head and slowly licked its injured front hooves. It didn't roar as it did in the past years, but its silence was filled with great dominance and danger.
A few days ago, the indigo lion finally stepped into the Golden Pond. Although it didn't rush to the foot of the mountain and only broke a few ponds, it was shaken back to the wilderness by the Buddha's inhibition. But there was progress after all.
The indigo lion didn't become stronger. It was just that the Buddha's statue was gradually deformed under Ning Que's iron cutlass. The Buddha's Dharma power here was gradually weakened, and so was the inhibition.
The thousands of feet high indigo lion stopped healing and raised its head. Its head broke through the clouds, and the scene was very shocking. It looked at Ning Que on the Buddha's statue with a solemn and cold expression, full of determination to kill.
Ning Que was very tired and sleepy. Sangsang fell asleep again, which made him very sad. Besides, he felt that frog meat was really bad, so he was in a bad mood.
He wanted to rest for a while and do something else to relieve the boring and lonely life of cultivating Buddhism. Just at this moment, he saw the indigo lion raise its head and provoke in the wilderness, which made him angry.
He untied the iron bow and pulled the hard bowstring to the fullest degree. Then he released his fingers without any warning. A round aura turbulence burst out from the bowstring, and the dark iron arrow disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, the handsome monk sitting cross-legged on the back of the indigo lion suddenly burst out a big stream of blood from his chest. Then he fell to the ground hundreds of feet away and hit the wilderness with a muffled sound.
The handsome monk died, but the Buddha didn't. Maybe the handsome monk was the Buddha in the past 16 years, but when the iron arrow hit him, he was not the Buddha anymore.
His and Sangsang's judgment was right. The Buddha's position in this world was unpredictable. Even light couldn't catch up with him, let alone the Primordial Thirteen Arrows.
The indigo lion was shocked by the handsome monk's death, and then it became extremely angry. It roared furiously at Ning Que, who was on the cliff. The clouds in front of the lion's head were instantly shaken into countless tiny wisps of clouds, and countless golden lotuses in the golden pond fell down one after another. It was unimaginably powerful.
Ning Que also roared at the indigo lion. His roar was like thunder exploding in the field. There were no words, but it was filled with an extremely domineering aura, extremely wild and unrestrained.
As he cultivated Buddhism for a long time, the inhibition left by the Buddha gradually weakened. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness could break through the golden pond at any time. That was why the indigo lion was so confident and cold.
But also as he cultivated Buddhism for a long time, the three poisons of greed, anger and obsession in Sangsang gradually dissipated. Haotian slowly recovered in his sleep, and Ning Que naturally became more powerful.
In the end, it came back to time or cause and effect. Cause and effect were sequential, and so was time. The sequence could determine the shape of the universe and the outcome of this war.
Ning Que was very confident. He knew that the final winner would be himself and Sangsang.
Killing a Maha Bodhisattva with one arrow and roaring at the indigo lion like a real beast, Meng Qi felt great. The boring and boring life of cultivating Buddhism became vivid because of this little episode. The loneliness and rejection that had accumulated in his heart for many years disappeared instantly. He climbed to the bottom of the cliff and continued his cultivation.
Two years later, Ning Que repaired the hands of the Buddha. The Buddha was not holding a purified bottle or a stick, but an umbrella — an umbrella made of black cliff, so it was naturally a black umbrella.
In the beginning, it took him three years to fix one of the Buddha's feet. Then, it took him ten years to fix the other foot. At the same time, he fixed the hem of the maid's clothes. It took him another three years to fix the maid's clothes. Compared to that, his current speed was indeed much faster.
Then, Ning Que's cultivation became much slower, because he had reached the top of the mountain and began to repair the appearance of the Buddha. There was no doubt that this was the most critical stage of cultivating Buddhism.
The iron cutlass fell very slowly on the plump face and the round earlobes of the Buddha. It was as if the cutlass was picking up a mountain. Because of the cautiousness, it felt extremely solemn.
Another ten years passed unknowingly.
The ears of the Buddha were no longer hanging down to the shoulders, but looming behind the newly carved hair. The face of the Buddha was no longer as round as a full moon. It became much thinner and smaller, and looked very ordinary.
The iron cutlass finally fell on the lips of the Buddha.
The Buddha opened his lips silently. Suddenly, countless words of Buddha rang between heaven and earth. The Light of Buddha shone brightly on the field. Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas chanted together, and a supreme power of Buddha went straight into Ning Que's chest and abdomen.
With a puff, Ning Que spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes suddenly dimmed. At the same time, he felt that Sangsang in his heart was frowning slightly and in pain, as if she was about to wake up.
He knew he was wrong. Without hesitation, he chopped hundreds of times and directly cut off the mouth of the Buddha. The tightly closed thin lips were cut off, and then the sound of Buddha and the power of Buddha disappeared quietly.
The cultivation of Buddhism was finished.
Now the Buddha was dark, thin, small, and dressed in a loose maid's dress.
Sangsang woke up, looked at the Buddha and said, "You still like her more."
The "she" in this sentence was not Mo Shanshan, although Mo Shanshan had a pair of extremely thin lips and liked to close them tightly. Sangsang said that the "she" he liked more was black Sangsang.
Ning Que smiled and said, "I have seen you like this for twenty years in the human world, so of course I like you more. In the future, when I see you in the human world for a long time, I will naturally like you more."
He looked at Sangsang's face carved by the black cliff stone and laughed happily.
Sangsang said, "She doesn't have a mouth."
Ning Que said, "Anyway, you don't like to talk."
Sangsang said, "How can I teach the world if I don't talk? How can I seize the hearts of the masses and become a Buddha?"
Ning Que said, "I can speak for you. You know, I can be a chatterbox when I need to."
His cultivation of Buddhism was finished, but he had not become a Buddha yet.
There were only a few remnants of the inhibition left by Buddha. The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the field had entered the periphery of the golden pond in the past ten years, and the indigo lion was not far from the foot of the mountain.
The indigo lion's body was covered with wounds, and its four hooves stirred up the mud at the bottom of the pond, as if it was dyed with ink. It slowly and firmly moved toward Buddha Mountain, and each step was as heavy as a thousand pounds.
Ten years was enough for Ning Que to repair his Buddha face and for many things to happen. Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas came from the field, and the footprints they left turned into a river, leading to the distant west. A clear river came from the west, and there were countless gloomy auras and countless ghosts and skeletons in it.
The river from the west was the Styx River, which was summoned by countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas with great perseverance and supreme Dharma. It kept diluting the Light of Buddha in the golden pond.
Ning Que waved his cutlass, and the Vermilion Bird roared fiercely. Haotian's Divine Flame gushed out from the blade, walked around the foot of the mountain, and cut out a bottomless ditch.
After the avalanche, countless snow accumulated under the cliff for decades, and suddenly melted when it met the fire. It flowed into the ditch and became a new clear river.
The Styx River and the New River met at the foot of the mountain, but they did not merge. They looked at each other coldly and maintained their own auras. No one could move forward.
Ning Que sat cross-legged on the top of the Buddha Mountain, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. He finished cultivating the Buddha in the mountain, and began to cultivate the Buddha in his heart. He wanted to become a Buddha, the only true Buddha in the world.
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