Nightfall Chapter 152: Buddha cultivation (middle)

It has been said in the Buddhist scriptures that painting Buddha statues is a disrespectful act, but in fact, there are Buddha statues in countless ancient temples and old temples in the world, and there are murals on the walls. The stone Buddha statue on the top of the roof of Lanke Temple goes straight into the sky. After the death of the Buddha, his body turned into a Prajna Giant Peak, which is also a kind of Buddha statues, including the Paradise of Paradise on this chessboard, and there are countless Buddha statues. On the contrary, the Taoist that truly rules the world has not built a statue for Haotian. This situation is vague. Reveals some problems.

Buddha has countless statues of Buddha. For his own reason, Ning Que wants to try to use the statues to see if he can cut the connection between the Buddha and all living beings. This is his practice of Buddha.

It’s just that some things can be thought clearly and proudly, but it is very difficult to really do it. This snow-capped mountain is very majestic. If it is the Buddha’s starting coordinates in this world or the collection of the original Buddha nature, the wide cliff on which he is located is just a toe of the Buddha. What’s more troublesome is that the black rocks in the mountains are very hard. , Even if he was lucky to swing his knife, it was very difficult.

The dark iron knife kept falling on the black cliff rock, making a loud thunderous noise, and the shaking rubble rolled unsteadily, but often only a very thin layer of stone skin could be shaved off. At the current speed, Even if Ning Que only wanted to round the Buddha’s toenails, it would take a long time.

“Others will hold the Buddha’s feet temporarily when they are pressed, but you give the Buddha a pedicure.”

Sangsang felt that his approach was incomprehensible. She couldn’t understand how she thought about it. Even if Ning Que renovated this Foshan, how could it change the current situation.

Ning Que kept cutting the cliff stone with an iron knife, and said: “I can’t explain it clearly to you. You will understand when you finish the cultivation. The so-called cultivating Buddha means cultivating Buddha.”

Buddha cultivating means cultivating Buddha. Two cultivators do not mean the same thing. Sangsang said: “Even so, will you repair it? The academy will only be destroyed, when will it be built?”

The Buddha statue on Washan Mountain was directly cut off by Jun Mo with an iron sword, and he was cutting the Prajna Giant Peak. From this point of view, the Academy is indeed better at destroying Buddha statues. No experience in repairing Buddha statues.

Ning Que inserted the iron knife into a crack in the cliff. With a strong pull, he flew a watermelon-big stone, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said: “You have a prejudice against the academy…Who said that we can’t build, we can build Chang’an City, can’t we build a Buddha statue?”

Sangsang said: “You can’t even weave willow branches, and you want to carve something decent?”

Ning Que said: “I told you before. I have thought about this a long time ago, and I thought about it on the other side of the river. Didn’t I use a red cedar tree to build a boat? This is practice.” /

“Using wooden boats to train Buddha statues? It sounds unreliable.”

“Where is it unreliable? At best, the Buddha that is finally cultivated is uglier without delaying anything.”

Sangsang is a little tired, feels nothing to say, or doesn’t want to continue talking with him. So there was silence.

Speaking is a one-sided matter, no dialogue is needed. Ning Que continued nagging indifferently, and continued to swing his iron knife towards the rocks between the cliffs. The roar continued, and the black rocks flew randomly.

The countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness outside the golden pond cannot hear what he is talking on the cliffs, but can see what he is doing. The expression on his face gradually became severe.

Especially the male lion that is several hundred feet high in the front. He appeared extremely angry and a little disturbed. Against the dark sky, he kept screaming violently, and kept swinging his head. The mane between the lion’s neck was glowing with Buddha’s light, and it was as deep as a forest. With the anger, they stood up one after another, looking like countless A sword.

At this time, Ning Que was resting with an iron knife, watching the changes of the blue lion in the distance. He was startled first, then laughed, and said, “Look! That big cat has blown up!” “

Where will Sangsang care about him?

Listening to the laughter from the mountain peaks, the green lion became more and more angry, and the movement of swinging the lion’s head became more and more wild, and the violent air flow it brought up actually tore the clouds above the sky to pieces!

In the terrifying turbulence and whistling sound, the mane glowing with Buddha’s light from the neck of the lion shot out, turning into hundreds of black shadows, flying through the clouds, and came to the front of the mountain!

The thousands of golden ponds outside the mountain are the restrictions left by the Buddha. Even the green lion can’t go beyond it, but its mane is lifeless, and it can launch long-range attacks instead.

The lion’s mane came to the cliff in an instant, like rain falling, only to hear the intensive impact sound, countless rubble splashing everywhere, each mane seemed to be an indestructible spear!

There are three spears made of manes, and they pierced Sangsang’s body fiercely. Ning Que’s expression was abrupt, rolled over to her side, opened the **** umbrella, and thrust the umbrella handle into the cliff. surface.

Sangsang’s body has not been damaged, but there are more thin white mouths on her cheeks. Her body is a divine body. You can imagine how terrifying power is contained in the mane of the lion!

“Look, they are really scared, it shows that what I did is really useful.” Ning Que held the umbrella handle tightly, leaned on Sangsang’s tall body, and whispered in her ear.

The long-range attack of the lion’s fury continued, and there were dull crashing sounds everywhere on the cliff, and two large manes fell on the **** umbrella, shaking Ning Que’s mouth sorely.

Immediately afterwards, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness also sacrificed their own practice tools, and they were thrown to the mountain peaks from a long distance, but the cultivation of these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas was obviously different from the green lion. The magical treasures of several big bodhisattvas fell on the cliffs, causing a tremor. More magical artifacts could not fly to the cliffs, and they fell over the golden pond.

There seems to be an invisible cover above the golden pond. Those Buddha’s magical instruments fell on it, and they were instantly shattered into fragments, turned into countless golden streamers, and thrown around. Those magical instruments contained Buddha’s light, and the pond became Even brighter, the black sky seems to be illuminated.

Ning Que squinted, feeling the pain in his body, silently looking at the wilderness.

After a long time, the terrorist attacks from the wilderness finally stopped. Numerous Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were silent. The green lion swayed the lion head and screamed at the sky.

Ning Que put away the black umbrella, stood up and looked at the distant wilderness, angry but a little helpless. The Buddha’s might of those big bodhisattvas and green lions is not something he can resist now.

He opened the black umbrella in his hand to the wilderness. This is an insulting posture. As for whether the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas can understand it, it is not within his scope of consideration. Swearing does not need to be understood.

Then he looked at the Leo with its significantly reduced mane and cursed, “Keep on throwing it! If you have the skills, shake off all the rotten fur and become a bald donkey! My college specializes in killing bald donkeys!”

The Lioness roared in anger, but there was nothing to do with him.

Ning Que was even more angry, because Sangsang’s body was almost injured, because those manes and magical instruments became Buddha’s light, making Sangsang weaker and more painful. This was something he couldn’t accept.

The Buddha’s light between the mountain and the pond was extremely prosperous. He carried Sangsang behind his back, tied the handle of the umbrella in front of him, made sure that Sangsang’s body was completely covered by the black umbrella, and walked to the original position with the iron sword.

This mountain is really strong. Even the mane of the green lion and the magical instruments of the Bodhisattva only shattered the surface between the cliffs by a very thin layer, which did not help him.

Ning Que carries the sangsang on his back, holds the **** umbrella, bows himself, and constantly swings the iron knife against the hard cliffs, like an old farmer wearing a hat, cultivating in the blazing sun. .

Farming is always the hardest activity for mankind. Sweat drips from his forehead, dripping on his hands and then on the ground, mixing into the tiny cliff rocks, as if irrigating.

“Really tired.” He wiped off his sweat and gasped and said, “Why are you so tired?”

Sangsang said: “I have grown chili in the yard of Weicheng, and I am not tired.”

Ning Que hurt his self-esteem a little, and said, “That’s because you were weak and cold first, so you don’t know how to sweat. You try like me? Sweat runs everywhere, it’s very annoying, and your hands keep slipping, of course. Tired easily.”

Sangsang’s voice is a bit weak, but still emotional: “You can’t.”

I have said before that what Ning Que dislikes most is being said no, especially when women say that he is no good, and the most unbearable is being said no good by his own woman.

“That’s because you are fat! How can a woman who is so heavy carrying you not get tired! When you were in Weicheng, why didn’t you say that you carried me to loosen the soil and pruning! You have to take the main responsibility!”

He yelled angrily: “When I was a kid, how could I suffer so much when I was carrying you on my back. Don’t say you want to pick you so thin. When you pick your body, you have to pick a slim and well-proportioned one?”

Sangsang said: “Do you like thin ones?”

Ning Que said: “Is this something I like? I’m just talking about weight.”

Sangsang said: “You still like to be thin.”

Ning Que threw the iron knife in his hand to the ground and said, “I said, this is not something I like!”

Sangsang said: “The divine body I chose must be perfect, but in front of the gate of the kingdom of God, your teacher was infused with a red spirit, so he became fat, if you want to blame you should blame him.”

Ning Que picked up the iron knife silently and continued to chop the mountain.

Sangsang said: “Go on.”

Ning Que held back for a long time, before suffocating a sentence: “The son never said that he had passed away.”

Sangsang asked: “How do you get rid of my poison if you cultivate Buddha?”

Ning Que said: “You and I are a husband and wife, and if I become a Buddha, you will naturally become a Buddha. Let alone poisoning, these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will be the younger brothers of our husband and wife, so fun.”

Sangsang asked: “How did you come up with this method?”

Ning Que said: “Where there are so many problems, just listen to your man honestly, who am I? I am the hero of this story, and you are the heroine. When it is dangerous, the hero must of course stand by the woman. In front of the protagonist, help her solve her problems, and the last two can live a happy life.”

“A happy life? I’m a little tired, so I need to go to sleep.” Sangsang said.

Ning Que felt that her voice was a little sweet, as if she had drunk sugar water, so he also felt that his throat, which had been spicy due to thirst, suddenly became sweet, and he was very happy.

Sangsang started to sleep and slept for three years as soon as he slept.

When she woke up, the Buddha’s right foot had been repaired and turned into a very delicate little foot, which looked familiar, if it was whiter, it would be more familiar.

Ning Que has been farming with sweat for three years and has finally reaped rewards.

He repaired the Buddha’s feet into Sangsang’s.

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(Thank you very much, I have been working hard, thank you again.)