Nightfall Chapter 106: Take a mountain trip under the linden tree
The black carriage continued to walk west. In the carriage, Ning Que carefully flattened the black bras, then looked at the chessboard and asked: "Why are you here?"
Sangsang said: "I want to confirm one thing."
I don't know what material the chessboard was made of. It looked like iron, with a cold and hard smell, but when Ning Que tapped it with his fingers, it made no sound.
The chessboard the Buddha left to the world is naturally extraordinary.
Ning Que looked at the chessboard and asked after a moment of silence: "What is it? It has something to do with the Buddha?"
Sangsang said: "Yes, I want to know whether he is alive or dead."
Ning Que was shocked and speechless. He had thought that Sangsang wanted to find a way to return to the kingdom of God through the Buddhist secrets in the Xuankong Temple, and even guessed that she might be going to destroy the Xuankong Temple, but he couldn't think of it. What she had to do was to confirm the life and death of the Buddha! Does this mean that the Buddha is still alive?
"I don't understand, didn't the Buddha already have Nirvana?"
"When I was in Lanke Temple, I told you that he is dead, but he is still alive."
Ning Que remembered that at the top of Washan Mountain that day, she looked at the Buddha statue that no longer exists in the spring rain, and suddenly felt that Buddha was the cat named Xue.
At the time, he felt very inexplicable, so he didn't think deeply, but didn't expect that she actually thought that the Buddha might still be alive, and for this reason came to the Western Wilderness.
Ning Que is very puzzled. The Buddha is already in Nirvana, how could he be alive?
"What is Nirvana?" Sangsang asked.
Ning Que was startled slightly and said: "Nirvana is the highest realm of Buddhism..."
Sangsang said blankly: "If Nirvana is death, why not just call death?"
This question is very simple, even with an unreasonable taste, but Ning Que has no way to answer, because he is very clear that her question has actually explained the problem.
Sangsang looked at the wasteland with snow outside the window and said: "Like your teacher, the Buddha also thought about how to overcome me. He wanted to use wisdom to understand me, but he couldn't do anything. So he wanted to investigate the cause and effect. , Jump out of cause and effect, and survive time, and you can survive me, but who can really jump out of cause and effect, beyond time?"
Ning Que said: "So?"
Sangsang said: "The Buddha hid himself so that I could not find him, and then when the opportunity comes, I will wake up."
The so-called chance is difficult to state, either when she returns to the kingdom of God, or when she is difficult to leave the world, and when she is getting weaker, such a great power as the Buddha must have her own calculations.
Ning Que understood a little, but was more puzzled. Haotian is omnipotent and knows everything. How could he not know the life and death of the Buddha? Even the Master couldn't completely avoid Haotian's eyes back then, but he was integrated with the world, Haotian could not confirm his identity.
"I really know everything." Sangsang said, "So I don't understand, so I want to come and see. If the Buddha is still alive, I will kill him so that I can know his life and death." /
If you don’t know the Buddha’s life or death, then I will find you. If you are dead, then I will kill you. Then your life and death can be determined. What a domineering declaration.
Only she is qualified to say such things.
Ning Que suddenly felt that in front of such a wife, he really could only be a family man, so he consciously picked up the black cloth and started to mending the **** umbrella.
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In the autumn of that year, Ning Que and Sangsang came to Xihuang from Lanke Temple again. It's just that they came through the Buddha's chessboard, and now the Buddha's chessboard is in their hands.
On the desolate wilderness, there is a lonely tree.
The trunk is gray and white, the leaves are like futons, and the green and green groups are in the light snow. It is the linden tree.
There are a few small sink marks under the linden tree. The inside is as smooth as a mirror, very clean. There are no fallen leaves, no dust, no snowflakes, and nothing inside.
The Buddha lies on his side under the Bodhi tree and closes his eyes to Nirvana. These are the last traces of him remaining in the world.
The black carriage stopped in front of the linden tree, and Ning Que and Sangsang walked off.
There is a famous old monk under the Bodhi tree.
The old monk wears a hat on his head and holds a tin stick in his hand. His body seems to be closely connected to the desolate land. Its weight is as heavy as a mountain. In fact, it is as heavy as the original, and even the wind cannot shake the slightest.
The old monk is not the Buddha, but the Buddha in the world today: the first lecture in the Hanging Temple.
Farewell to Chaoyang City, it's been a few autumns in a hurry. The first seat is one of the strongest people Ning Que has seen in this life. Under the Master is the Master and him. At this time, watching him sit under the Bodhi tree, it is unavoidable to feel a little nervous.
The first lecturer did not look at Ning Que, but at Sangsang beside him. The emotions in his eyes were very complicated, with pity, compassion and sympathy, and the most was firm.
Sangsang is going to go under the Bodhi tree to see the traces of Buddha's Nirvana.
The first person is sitting under the Bodhi tree. If he refuses to let him, how can he see?
The combination of Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother in their heyday was not necessarily the first opponent of the lecture. Ning Que never thought that he could cross this mountain by himself.
Yes, the first seat of the lecture was an invisible but extremely majestic mountain range between the earth. His feet seemed to be born in the wilderness, and the tin rod in his hand was a giant tree in the mountain.
"Senior, please give way." Ning Que said.
The first seat quietly looked at him and said, "Why give way?"
Ning Que said: "We want to take a look at the Bodhi tree."
The first seat sighed slightly and said: "Bodhi is not a tree."
Ning Que said: "We are not monks, and we don't play the front line."
The first said: "Even if Bodhi is a tree, it is also the tree of my Hanging Temple."
Sangsang suddenly said: "Is the name of Xuankong Temple carved on this tree?"
This sentence is so unreasonable, like the truth of a naughty kid when he snatches a toy. The first person in the scriptures thought that Haotian would say such a thing, and couldn't help but be shocked.
The first lecture in the Xuankong Temple is the pinnacle figure in the spiritual world, but in Sangsang's eyes, he is just a mortal. Even if he is connected to the wilderness, it is a heavy stone.
Sangsang walked under the linden tree.
Ning Que's expression became tense.
After Liu Bai's sword entered Taoshan, this was the dialogue between Haotian and the strongest man.
The first seat slowly closed his eyes, not looking at her coming under the tree.
He sits under a tree and is a mountain range whose roots are deeply rooted in the earth's crust, and its peaks are soaring into the clouds, reaching the blue sky. Even if Haotian comes to the world, how can he surpass it?
Sangsang went under the Bodhi tree and walked to the first seat.
Her feet landed on the head seat's lap.
The body of the first seat is not very tall, even a little thin.
She is so tall and full.
She walked to the first seat, like a white elephant about to climb a delicate rockery in the garden.
This picture looks a little weird, and some is incomprehensible.
After her feet fell on the first seat, the rockery became a real mountain range.
This mountain is extremely majestic.
She didn't care, and continued to move upward, resting her left foot on the shoulder of the first seater.
No matter how high the mountain is, she only needs to walk three steps to reach the top.
The cyan embroidered shoes touched the hat, the earth vibrated and the clouds flew across the sky.
She stood on the head of the first seat, silently looking at the Bodhi tree in front of her with her hand in hand, and at the Xuankong Temple in the distance.
As if standing on the top of the mountain and watching the scenery.
This is really an amazing scene.
For Sangsang, there are no mountains in the world that she cannot cross.
Even if this mountain is so majestic, its peak is about to reach the sky, but there is still a slight distance from the sky.
Even if this mountain range is connected to the wilderness, there is endless thick soil under it, but she can still suppress it.
She uses the power of the sky to suppress the earth.
The shaking of the earth is still continuing, and it is becoming more and more intense.
The green linden tree did not fall, but the futon-like leaves fell all over the ground.
The body of the first seat also began to vibrate violently. The robes on his body shattered into countless butterflies, fleeing to the fields, and his pale body was glowing with a faint white luster, like a statue.
Ning Que looked at the picture under the tree, shocked and speechless, remembering that in Chaoyang City, neither the Yuan Thirteen Arrows nor the Iron Sword could leave a trace on the body of the first seater.
The first one has been cultivated to the point where the body becomes a Buddha, regardless of body and mind, the Vajra is not bad. At this moment, it seems that even if the sky is pressing on the top, it can continue but support!
Sangsang stood on top of the head with his hands behind his back, his expression indifferent.
She doesn't care how long the old monk stepped on her feet can support her, she just wants to look at the tree.
The earth continued to vibrate violently, and countless invisible black cracks appeared in the barren wilderness, and even red magma overflowed in the distance!
Sangsang's blooming Tsing Yi is light in the wind, and the snow is lightly rising, slowly descending.
She stepped on the first lecture seat under her feet, and slowly sank into the ground, squeezing out countless black mud, making toothy friction and rock breaking sound!
It didn't take long for the first seat of the lecture to sink completely into the ground, leaving only the head exposed on the ground, two strands of white eyebrows floating in the smoke, looking very bleak.
If you don’t leave the earth, the Vajra is not bad. This is the first supreme Dharma practiced in the preaching. Even if the master is restored to the state, there is no way to take him.
Sangsang’s method is very simple, she directly allows him to truly integrate with the earth.
The head of the first lecturer is on the ground, eyes closed.
Sangsang walked down from the top of his head, just a very short stone steps.
She didn't look back at the strongest Buddha, and walked to the Bodhi tree with her hands behind her back.
She said to the first seat that the name of the Hanging Temple is not engraved on the Bodhi tree, so this tree is not from the Hanging Temple. In fact, the Bodhi tree has her name engraved on it, so it belongs to her.
In the fall of that year, she and Ning Que fled from Lanke Temple and came here. They were chased by the world at the time. They were saddened by the world. Ning Que took her to see the remains of the Buddha, and then carved under the Bodhi tree. Up a line.
"In the autumn of the sixteenth year of the Apocalypse, Ning Que from the academy and his wife, Sangsang, daughter of Hades, came here for a visit."
After reading the traces left by the Buddha's Nirvana under the Bodhi tree, she carried her hands on her back, left the Bodhi tree, and walked to the distant peak that was level with the ground. Between the peaks was the Hanging Temple.
Ning Que smiled while looking at the handwriting on the linden tree, looked at the head of the first man on the ground and sighed, and drove the carriage to chase her tall figure in the field.
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