The peak was a Buddha, and he spent decades cultivating it into Sangsang. There was no Buddha on the surface of the cliff, but there were still some in the depths. Ning Que turned himself into a Bodhi tree to receive the Buddha and Bodhisattva's letters. The Buddha could no longer keep silent.
A Sense of Buddha came from the deepest part of the cliff and entered his heart.
"I have become a Buddha," Ning Que said to the Sense of Buddha. His expression was very relaxed, as if he was talking to an old acquaintance, talking about the most ordinary things.
The Buddha said, "I am among all living beings. You can't find me or kill me, so you can't become a Buddha."
The Buddha here referred to the only true Buddha in heaven and earth.
Ning Que knew it was true. Just as he couldn't kill Haotian in the world of Haotian, he couldn't kill the Buddha in the world of Buddha, let alone find him.
"Why are you so serious? I never thought that the inheritance of the Buddha position was the same as the inheritance of the throne in the secular world, which must go through bloody slaughter and torment. "
Ning Que said with a smile, "You are a Buddha, but it doesn't stop me from becoming one. I don't want to rule your world. I am not Haotian, and I have no interest in killing you. I just want to leave."
"How can you leave?"
"I can become a Buddha by taking away the business of all living beings."
"How can I take away the business of all living beings?"
"You know, I know. Look …"
Ning Que looked at the giant boat on the river, stretched out his right index finger, and wrote a word on the boat.
Sangsang was in his heart, and a Divine Psyche followed his finger and fell on the giant boat.
The Bodhi tree on the peak began to sway, and the green Bodhi leaves fluttered in the wind, becoming rounder and wider.
Ning Que and Sangsang cultivated Buddhism, and the method they used was the Oneness of Heaven and Man, which was mysterious and indescribable. Ning Que's Buddha's wish and Sangsang's Heart of Heaven merged together, and it was an irresistible psyche.
The psyche fell on a Buddha on the giant boat.
The psyche told the Buddha, "You have to believe me."
The Buddha naturally resisted such a blasphemous request. He put his palms together, closed his eyes, and chanted. However, he couldn't hold on for long, and broke into countless light spots, disappearing on the boat.
The next moment, the Buddha came to the Bodhi tree on the peak and sat on the Bodhi leaf that looked like a futon, swaying up and down with the wind. His eyebrows revealed a sense of enlightenment and he bowed to Ning Que.
At this time, two Buddhas were brought to the peak by Ning Que with the Buddha's Wish and became his followers. They closed their eyes and began to chant devoutly, praising and praising Ning Que.
Ning Que only felt a very faint but real power entering his body from the Bodhi tree. It made him calm and happy, but also felt heavy on his shoulders. He knew that this was probably the power of faith.
After countless reincarnations, apart from Haotian, only the Buddha knew how to collect and use the power of faith. The Headmaster of Academy should have reached this level, but he was unwilling to do so. With Ning Que's current state, he was far from being able to comprehend this level of Divine Sense. But now that he was one with Haotian, he naturally understood.
Affected by Sangsang's Divine Psyche, Ning Que didn't have time to think. He closed his eyes and blinked away the remaining Consciousness of Buddha coming from the depths of the cliff. Then he began to chant with the two Buddhas in the Bodhi tree.
The Buddha was silent, and no one knew where he went. The waves of the river were like angry waves. The big boat struggled to move forward, trying to break the mountain and stop Ning Que from becoming a Buddha. But it couldn't reach the other side.
Because the Buddha on the other side was no longer the same Buddha.
Time kept passing. Because no one was watching, no one knew whether it was fast or slow. The Bodhi tree growing out of Ning Que's body became more and more luxuriant. Countless green leaves grew out of the countless branches, and the green leaves were like futons. More and more Buddhas sat on them, as if they were bearing fruits. They were heavy, and the harvest was very gratifying.
There were more than thousands of Buddhas converted to Ning Que. One more Buddha on the Bodhi tree meant one less Buddha on the boat. But there were too many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the boat, and no change could be seen for the time being.
Ning Que didn't know what was going on outside, nor did he know the time. He quietly closed his eyes, scattered the lotus flowers, and casually placed his hands on the cliff rocks on the peak to cultivate his Buddhism with Sangsang.
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A thousand years had passed in the world inside the Buddha's chessboard, and three years had passed in the real human world. It was the fifth year of Zhengshi in the Tang Empire, and the 3454 year of Dazhi in West-Hill.
Another spring came. Willow catkins fluttered in the sky, peach blossoms in the West-Hill Divine Palace, cherry blossoms in the Great River Kingdom, and wild flowers in the weeds in the Wilderness, but the pear tree didn't blossom.
"Is it a pear tree or an iron tree?" People in the back of the mountain of the Academy surrounded the pear tree by the lake. They were annoyed to see the unresponsive branches and the rustling leaves.
In the past three years, they had tried everything they could to open the Buddha's chessboard, and it seemed that they could only wait for the pear tree to blossom and bear fruit before they could enter the chessboard. However, according to Eldest Brother, the pear tree would blossom and bear fruit every five hundred years. How many people could live for five hundred years?
The pear tree didn't blossom, and neither did the peach blossoms in the meadow in front of the Academy. There were very few flowers in Chang 'an because there wasn't much rain this spring. The spring thunder roared between the clouds, and the air was a little dry.
It was strange that there was thunder but no rain. Eldest Brother stood on the stone steps in front of the main hall of the palace and looked at the increasingly dense and gloomy clouds in the sky, feeling a little puzzled.
Suddenly, a thick bolt of lightning appeared in the thick clouds and struck somewhere in the city with a roar. The God-stunning Array sensed it and emitted a clear light.
Eldest Brother's figure faded slightly and instantly came to the Wanyan Tower. Looking at the temple that was struck by the lightning and the Buddha statue that had become black, he vaguely understood something.
He came to the city wall and looked around. He saw that the clouds seemed to cover the entire continent, and lightning struck from time to time, causing black smoke to appear somewhere on the ground.
The black smoke was rising from the Buddhist temples.
The next moment, Eldest Brother returned to the back of the mountain of the Academy and came to the pear tree by the lake. He quietly looked at the chessboard for a long time, and a sincere and joyful smile appeared on his lips.
"Eldest Brother smiled!" Everyone in the back of the mountain was very surprised.
These years, Eldest Brother had been busy with state affairs, preparing for the war, teaching the new emperor, and worrying about Ning Que's life in the chessboard. It had been very hard for him, and he hadn't smiled like this for a long time.
Spring thunder bloomed everywhere in the human world, but there was still no rain.
The first three halls of the Lanke Temple had all been struck by lightning, and the Buddha statue had collapsed. It was like the rubble on the peak of Wa Mountain. The stones in the mountains and valleys were covered with moss overnight, emitting the smell of the sea breeze.
Monk Guan Hai led the monks in the temple and sat cross-legged in front of the dilapidated hall. His face was pale and he kept chanting Buddhist scriptures. The blind monk was enlightened and kept shouting like a madman. He grabbed the moss on the mountain rocks and shouted, "Something's wrong. I feel something's wrong. Something is going to happen!"
On the cliff platform of the West-Hill Divine Palace, the Abbey Dean sat in a wheelchair and looked at the dark clouds covering the sky and the lightning that struck from time to time in the distance. He said, "Prepare the Great Sacrifice to welcome the return of our Lord."
The war at the bottom of the Giant Sinkhole in the West Wilderness was still going on. The uprising serfs had grown to tens of thousands, and they were fighting fiercely with the aristocratic armed forces and the monk soldiers of the Xuankong Temple in the Wilderness.
The sound of arrows rang in the Wilderness, and miserable howls rose one after another. There was blood everywhere, and death was everywhere. At this moment, a thick bolt of lightning suddenly fell from the dark clouds in the sky.
The bolt of lightning accurately struck the Mahavira Hall at the peak of the mountain. With a loud crack, half of the hall collapsed, and the Buddha statue in the hall turned into black powder!
Jun Mo held the iron sword horizontally in front of his chest, and politely kept Qi Nian and the elders of the Commandment Hall a few miles away. He looked at the black smoke coming from the peak and said indifferently, "The Buddha was defeated. Can you still win?"
After more than ten days of spring thunder, there was more than ten days of spring rain. This year's spring rain was not patter, but it was extremely violent, constantly washing the earth that had been ravaged by lightning.
The rain fell on the dilapidated Buddhist temple, on the dilapidated Buddhist statues, and on the pale-faced monks, washing away the remaining Buddhist aura.
It was also raining in the Back Mountain of the Academy. The rain hit the green leaves of the pear tree, and then flowed down, wetting the chessboard under the pear tree and the people who had been watching the chessboard for years.
Sixth Brother's naked body was covered with water drops. He waved the iron hammer down violently, and as he moved, the water drops were shaken off his body and flew around like arrows.
They had been smashing the chessboard for years, and they were exhausted physically and mentally, but they never thought of giving up. Moreover, Eldest Brother smiled, which meant that the chessboard was about to be smashed.
The hammering sound was like spring thunder, and the sweat fell like rain.
One day, a light sound suddenly came from the chessboard.
A thin line appeared on the Tianyuan position of the chessboard. This thin line was actually a crack, and the crack was very small. If one did not look carefully, he could not find its existence at all.
One day, a light sound suddenly came from his mind.
Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at the big ship that was still sailing to the other side. He was silent for a long time, and then reached out to pluck the Bodhi tree between his eyebrows and smiled.
The Bodhi tree had grown extremely lush. The green leaves seemed to cover the dark sky, and not a single ray of Buddhist light could penetrate it. There were thousands of Buddhas sitting on the green leaves. The Buddhas had different appearances and postures, but they were all worshipping him devoutly.
The Bodhi tree was so huge, but he lifted it casually and then took two steps to the side. At this time, Sangsang also woke up and walked to him with the big black umbrella.
Ning Que inserted the Bodhi tree somewhere on the peak.
This peak was the Buddha, a dark and thin Buddha named Sangsang, who was dressed in a handmaiden's clothes.
The Bodhi tree inserted on the peak was like a flower in Sangsang's hair.
Ning Que looked back at Sangsang and held her hand.
There was a small white flower in Sangsang's hair.
A dragon needed to be painted to wake up, and a Buddha needed to pick a flower.
Ning Que picked the flower and inserted it into Sangsang's hair, and the Buddha woke up.
The small white flower in Sangsang's hair swayed in the wind, and the Bodhi tree on the peak swayed. All the Buddhas sitting on the green leaves prayed to her.
Ning Que felt that all the Buddhas were flowing into his and Sangsang's bodies.
He laughed, and so did Sangsang. All the Buddhas on the Bodhi tree also laughed.
Sangsang's smile gradually disappeared, and she became as quiet as the universe. All the Buddhas also fell silent.
Sangsang's expression was indifferent as she looked at every corner of the world, and the world returned to indifference.
Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the big ship looked a little confused.
The indigo lion roared, but it couldn't resist the pressure from the Buddha. With a reluctant whine, it could no longer support its body and knelt down toward the peak.
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(I forgot to write the number of chapters in the last chapter. When I updated it last night, my eyes were really closed … Some readers have been saying that an elephant's nose has no bones. I know this. At the beginning of that chapter, I explained it through Ning Que's mouth. In the following chapters, I also said that it is composed of broken bones. As for why I wrote a bone nose? It was purely because of the need of fighting beauty.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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