Nightfall Chapter 150: Meet the Buddha

A few days later, Ning Que came to the snow-capped mountains dozens of miles later with Sangsang on his back. There are fields and grasses, thousands of lakes and ponds are dense, and the paths between the ponds are like lines that cannot be counted.

There are trees and willow trees on every pond, and there are flowers, lotus, and lotus in two colors of white and red, like jade with bloodshot eyes, green leaves like skirts, and the stems are golden in color. They are extremely beautiful.

There are countless golden lights permeating over thousands of ponds, rising from everything, lotus, lotus, leaves, willow, rocks and even pond water are emitting golden light, those are Buddha lights.

The Buddha light is too bright and the picture is too beautiful. Ning Que pressed the **** umbrella very low, but couldn’t avoid the ubiquitous light. His eyes narrowed. Because of Sangsang poisoning, his There was disgust in the chest and abdomen, and sweetness came from time to time in the throat, which was a sign of vomiting blood.

The beautiful, holy, and unspeakable world is the real Buddha kingdom. He is very sure that the Buddha lived in this world, but he doesn’t know where he is.

He searched in the pond with Sangsang on his back, stepped on the narrow mud road between the ponds, pushed aside the willow branches in front of him, and looked back and forth between the lotus lake and rocks, appearing extremely patient.

Sangsang has been silent for a long time, looking at him aimlessly for a long time, and finally couldn’t help but ask: “Do you know where the Buddha is?”

Ning Que said: “I don’t know.”

Sangsang said: “Then what’s the point of just looking around like this?”

Ning Que said: “As long as you see the Buddha, the Buddha will wake up, so looking is just looking.”

When you see the Buddha, you just need to see. He is walking through the golden pond with sangsang on his back, watching the lotus on the pond, watching the clear water in the pond, watching the mud at the bottom, watching the lotus root in the mud, watching the pond bank Stones, look at the willow tree among the stones, look at the golden cicada on the willow tree, rarely blink and dare not miss any picture.

One day. Listening to the croaking sound from the lotus field. He thought for a while, untied Sangsang’s body, then jumped into the water with a thud, swam to the depths of the lotus field, and caught a fat frog.

He raised the frog to his eyes and stared for a long time. The frog opened its round eyes innocently. Staring back at him, he stared at him with big eyes and small eyes for a long time.

At the end of the stare, Ning Que’s eyes began to sore, and tears fell silently. Sangsang mocked in his heart: “Even if you think what you are doing is idiotic, why should you cry?”

Ning Que explained with some annoyance: “My eyes are sore.”

Sangsang said: “Who makes you stare for so long.”

Ning Que said: “I saw so many flowers, branches, willows and rocks, but there is no response. After thinking about it, the frog in the pond is most likely to be the Buddha. Of course, I have to look twice.”

Sangsang was a little puzzled, and asked: “How could Buddha be a frog?”

Ning Que said earnestly: “It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that at the bottom of the river Styx that day, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva also confirmed that when the Buddha was a prince of a small country in the dunya, he might naturally become a frog.” /

Sangsang became more puzzled. Asked: “What is the relationship between the frog and the prince?”

Ning Que said: “Prince Frog. Have you never heard such a famous story?”

Sangsang remembered and said, “Is that the fairy tale you told me when I was a kid?”

Ning Chongtou said: “The prince became a frog. Isn’t this a hint?”

Sangsang said: “Then you have to kiss him.”

Ning Que now wholeheartedly wanted to find the Buddha, but he didn’t even hear the irony in her words. After hesitating for a while, he really raised the frog to his eyes and kissed him.

The frog hasn’t changed anything, it just appears aggrieved.

Ning Que wiped his mouth, vomited a lot of water into the pond, and said, “It doesn’t seem to be this one.”

Sangsang said: “There are at least tens of thousands of frogs here.”

Ning Que looked at thousands of golden ponds, listened to the cicadas in the willow tree and the frogs in the lotus field, thinking that there were more than tens of thousands of cicadas in the willow tree. The golden cicadas in the willow tree would not be considered. If you want to kiss all these frogs, what will your mouth be swollen? What if I kiss a toad? I am not a swan.

After searching for a few days, he still found nothing. According to calculations, the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas all over the mountains should have been chasing after him, and his mood became a little anxious.

The golden pond occupies a large field. In the middle is the towering snow-capped mountain. The peak has been covered by ice and snow for many years. The thick snow layer falls from the top of the peak to the foot of the mountain, and there is no view of the cliff itself. Colors, trickles of water flowing from the snow, moistening the wilderness, thousands of ponds come from this way.

Under the dark sky, this snow-white mountain peak is surrounded by thousands of golden ponds, which is extremely magnificent and beautiful. One day, Ning Que found the foot of the mountain, and he forgot to say anything.

He remembered that the Prajna Giant Peak where the Xuankong Temple was located was the body of the Buddha left in the world. The Buddha seemed to like to describe himself as a mountain. Is it possible that this snow-capped mountain is the Buddha? The golden ponds and golden lotus branches in the field, as well as those things, all exude the light of Buddha. Could it be the snow water?

Thinking about it, he denied this inference of his own. The snow mountain can be seen hundreds of miles away. In the golden pond these days, he occasionally looks at the snow mountain. The snow mountain never fails. It is naturally not a Buddha.

“Hey, if you are the Buddha, answer my voice!”

Ning Que looked at the snowy mountain and shouted. The snowy mountain was silent, except that his voice kept reverberating and curling.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, then turned and walked towards the next pond.

However, he didn’t go far when he stopped suddenly.

A sound rang behind him, not the echo of the snow mountain, because the sound was loud and roaring, and the sound came from a high place, like a thunder falling from the sky.

Ning Que turned and looked at the snow-capped mountain, his face suddenly turned pale, and his body became a little stiff.

The sound came from the top of the snow mountain, the sound of an avalanche.

The snow layer keeps collapsing, countless snow falls, and the snow line in the front is accumulating higher and higher, like a huge wave that shakes the sky, and the snow layer and the cliffs rub against the thunder-like sound of terror!

The field began to vibrate violently, like an earthquake, the water in the golden pond shook countless ripples, and then began to jump, glowing with golden Buddha light, like a goddess dancing.

The strong wind whistled, the willow tree beside the pond bent down, the lotus leaf in the pond stretched out, the lotus flower bloomed more anger, the frog and the golden cicada kept screaming, as if preparing for the great birth.

The avalanche continued. Standing on the trembling wilderness, Ning Que looked at the peaks gradually revealing their true face, and at the black cliffs with remnants of snow, suddenly remembering the highest mountain by the Atami in the north. Thinking that the snow-capped mountain was the end and starting point, I vaguely understood something.

His face became paler, his body became more rigid, his right hand gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and his left hand was placed on his chest, communicating with Sangsang in his body, waiting for the final judgment.

This avalanche lasted for a very long time, and it didn’t become quiet until a long time later. Under the dark sky, the snow-capped mountain was no longer what it used to be, and there was not much snow remaining in the black rock. Look at the approximate outline. If the snow mountain is a statue, it will naturally have an outline.

After the avalanche, the Buddha finally showed his true body, sitting cross-legged between the sky and the earth. The top of the peak is the Buddha’s face. The lines are very rough and fuzzy, giving people a feeling of fake and real.

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(Update two thousand words today, I have to write tomorrow’s at this time, but I can’t write it tomorrow.)