The peak was in ruins. Broken beams and stones were everywhere. The broken bell kept rolling between the curtains, making a deep sound. The Chief Monk of Scripture was covered in dust. He walked to the cave and tried to find the chessboard by squinting his eyes. However, he couldn't find it. He looked sad.
The Xuankong Temple suffered a catastrophe. Countless yellow temples collapsed and thousands of monks were killed or injured. The monk soldiers in the field, as well as Qi Nian and other powerful cultivators of the Buddhism Sect, were also affected and injured.
But these were not the reasons why the Chief Monk of Scripture was sad. He was sad because he sensed that he would probably never see the chessboard left by the Buddha again, which meant that the Buddha would never come back to the human world.
The chessboard broke through the hard rocks and the boiling underground river. It went thousands of miles deep underground and sank into the red magma, where it was burned by the high-temperature underground fire.
The chessboard could isolate everything from the outside world. Even the horrible magma couldn't affect the world inside. But now there was a small crack on the chessboard, and the magma seeped in through it.
For the world inside the chessboard, the small crack was the two big cracks that were hundreds of miles long in the sky. The magma that seeped in was the endless high-temperature fire.
The black ocean drowned most of the land, and then the tide gradually receded, leaving the devastated world. Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas stood in the ruins and looked at the magma flowing down from the sky with despair on their faces.
The lava of fire kept flowing down from the cracks in the sky, looking like countless red waterfalls. It was very beautiful, but also very terrifying. The lava of fire fell on the field that was still flooded, corroding and producing a poisonous hot mist that instantly enveloped the whole world. Many Buddhas and Bodhisattvas turned black and then died.
First, there was the world-destroying flood, and then the heavenly fire of punishment. Countless lives in the world of the chessboard came to an end. Miserable scenes were everywhere, and it looked like the Dharma Ending Age mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures.
Chaoyang City had been washed away by the black ocean. Beams, bricks, and drowned bodies were everywhere on the muddy and soft ground. The bell in the White Tower Temple couldn't ring anymore.
A young monk stood outside the city and looked at the cracks in the sky in the distance. He looked at the Buddha statue of the handmaiden, put his palms together, and walked on the muddy water with a determined expression.
The young monk left Chaoyang City and went to the far east. He looked at the Buddha statue of the handmaiden, put his palms together, and walked on the muddy water with a determined expression.
He was going to cultivate Buddhism. Maybe it would take him thousands of years to rebuild the handmaiden statue to look like himself. Even so, he knew he had failed. Haotian had left the world and would definitely return to her Divine Kingdom. But he still had to do it, because this was his world.
Under the pear tree in the back mountain of the Academy, Sangsang looked at the west emotionless.
She couldn't find and kill the Buddha in the chessboard in a short time, and she had to focus on the bright moon in the sky, so she chose to seal the chessboard deep in the ground. The chessboard would be eroded by the high-temperature underground fire, and the Buddha would suffer the pain of thousands of tribulations inside, gradually weakening until he died.
She was Haotian. She ordered the earth to kill the Buddha who dared to imprison her for thousands of years. Her words were the will of Heaven, and even fate could not disobey it. The Buddha could not be born again.
She was Haotian. She ordered the earth to kill the Buddha who dared to imprison her for a thousand years. Her words were the will of heaven. Even fate could not defy her, and the Buddha could no longer be born.
Ning Que understood why she said this, and he could clearly feel the strong power of the Law of Causality revealed in this sentence, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"Aren't the first six words a promise only made between lovers?"
In fact, everyone knew that he was trying to loosen the tense atmosphere by the lake. But obviously, the effect was very ordinary. No one would think that he was really the master of the family.
The First Brother's hand left the stick; Mu You put away the Embroidery Needle; the Fourth Brother, Fan Yue, stopped and stopped taking the River and Mountain Sandbox; the Sixth Brother put the iron hammer at his feet; Song Qian and the Eighth Brother put back the chess pieces; Beigong played a few scattered zither sounds in embarrassment; Ximen took off his vertical bamboo flute and wiped it, and then put it back into his belt, pretending that nothing had happened. Wang Chi walked to a cluster of flowers and bowed his head, seemingly appreciating it carefully.
People from the Academy stopped fighting, not because they believed that Ning Que could defeat Sangsang, but because they saw the power of Sangsang when she threw the chessboard and confirmed that she had returned to the real Haotian. Then no one could defeat her. What was the point of fighting if they could not win?
Of course, it was also because Sangsang had said that she would not kill them today.
Thinking of the previous scene of the chessboard breaking through the sky, people were shocked. Looking at the tall woman under the pear tree, it was hard to connect her with the dark and thin girl cooking in the back mountain.
Eldest Brother looked at Sangsang and said, "Can we talk?"
Ning Que glanced at her and turned to walk to the stream. Although he had a special relationship with Sangsang, only Eldest Brother was qualified to negotiate with Haotian on behalf of the Academy.
The others also left the pear tree and began to do their own things, but no one could really calm down to play chess or play music, because this negotiation was too important for the Academy and the human world.
The lakeside was very quiet. Fish bravely swam out of the cracks in the stone and the lotus, and swam to the water and gently pecked at the spring breeze. Birds in the forest timidly poked their heads out, still not daring to sing.
Eldest Brother said, "Staying in the human world is actually a choice."
Sangsang said, "I don't need humble human beings to choose for me."
Eldest Brother said, "The Academy is kind to you."
Sangsang put her hands behind her back and looked at the lake, saying, "Maybe, but you have never been kind to me. Your intuition about fate is sometimes beyond the scope of human beings."
Eldest Brother said, "My teacher is kind to you."
Sangsang said, "There is no difference between your teacher and Buddha. They both want to make me weak and then kill me. I don't see any kindness."
Eldest Brother said, "Buddha planted poison in you, and my teacher gave you the meaning of the mortal world. The former will destroy you, but the latter hopes that you can change. My teacher … hopes that you can become a human being."
Sangsang remembered that she seemed to have heard Ning Que say something similar in the chessboard. She frowned slightly and said, "Why should I become a human being? What good does it do for me? "
Whether it was Haotian or ordinary human beings, in fact, in the end, any discussion was about interests and responsibilities. It felt a little tacky, but there was no way around it.
Eldest Brother could not answer this question. After a moment of silence, he said, "I don't know what benefits you will get in this process. But I think, since my teacher has arranged this, he must be sure that you will get something you want in this process. But it is not something that I can guess."
This was Haotian's world, and she was the ruler of this world. She had everything. No matter how she changed, she could not have more. So what did the Headmaster think she could get?
No one knew the answer, not even she.
The conversation was short and without any result. Sangsang left the pear tree and walked out of the mountain with her hands clasped behind her back. Watching this scene, the people who seemed to be playing chess and zither turned around at the same time and signaled to each other with their eyes, thinking that no result was probably the best result they could get now.
Mu You looked at Sangsang and asked hesitantly, "Shall we eat first?"
Sangsang ignored her, as if she didn't see her. She continued walking expressionlessly.
Ning Que hurried to catch up.
The Cloud Gate Array between the mountain paths could easily stop a powerhouse at the peak of the Five States. The Hierarch of the West-Hill Divine Palace was able to break into the cliff plateau years ago because there was no one controlling the array, and also because Yu Lian was waiting for him to come in. Now it would not be so easy for the Hierarch to enter the mountain again.
But for Sangsang, this tactical array meant nothing. She walked out of the cliff yard at the back of the mountain and came to the front yard of the Academy.
Ning Que said to her, "She asked if you want to eat or not. Even if you don't want to eat, you have to say yes. She is my Senior Sister, and now she is my sister-in-law. You should be more respectful."
Sangsang ignored him and continued walking without any emotion.
Ning Que looked a little embarrassed and followed her in silence.
They walked past the old library and went to a secluded place. They crossed the meadow and came to the forest of swords.
Sangsang looked at the straight trees with her hands behind her back. After a moment of silence, she said, "I was here when you climbed the mountain that year. These trees turned into swords and wanted to kill me."
Ning Que said, "I heard from Second Brother afterwards that it should be a barrier set by the Headmaster."
Sangsang said, "No, it was the sword style left by Ke Haoran that wanted to kill me."
Ning Que was a little surprised. This forest of swords indeed had the will of Youngest Uncle. But Sangsang was just an inconspicuous handmaiden in the Old Brush Pen Shop at that time. Why did the forest of swords have a reaction?
"Ke Haoran knew me. Interestingly, he knew me at that time."
She said it was interesting, but her expression was so indifferent that she couldn't feel the slightest bit of interest. "Except for the sword will he left behind, no one knows that I am Hao Tian. Even I don't know. Under the true will of heaven, the person holding the brush doesn't know where the brush will land. This is the stroke of God."
Ning Que sighed and said, "Yes, you don't know who you are. Of course, no one knows who you are. In the end, even the Headmaster was tricked by you to go to the Divine Kingdom. You also tricked me of my youth."
Sangsang didn't laugh. She looked at him and said expressionlessly, "I have seen you write many words. I know that you write like a god. In your opinion, what do you think of my writing?"
Ning Que didn't understand what she meant. If she was referring to the things that happened in the past, why did she ask him to comment now? Or did she mean that she had written a new stroke?
A brand new stroke of genius? He was very uneasy and even felt a little cold.
Sangsang looked at the sky that was divided by the forest of swords and turned to walk out of the Academy.
Ning Que asked, "Where are you going?"
Sangsang said, "Chang 'an."
Upon hearing this answer, Ning Que's uneasiness melted like the soft snow in spring. It nourished his heart and made him extremely satisfied.
Now, the only thing in the human world that could threaten her was the God-stunning Array in Chang 'an. She was willing to go to Chang' an, which meant that she might really want to stay in the human world and stay with him.
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(Today, I thought of a very interesting plot in bed. I forgot it because I was in a hurry to go to the toilet. I remembered it when I got home. I forgot it because I was in a hurry to go out. So I forgot it again. On the way to the hospital, I thought about it for a long time. But when I got there, I forgot it again. Then I never thought of it again. It made me feel very uncomfortable. I will record it here as a memorial. Just pretend that you have seen the plot.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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