Nightfall Chapter 94: Stone statue and chicken soup

Back then, Ning Que and Sangsang were besieged by the spiritual world, and they went to the Western Wilderness through the Buddha's chessboard. The Lanke Temple in the autumn rain suffered the anger of the academy, and Jun Mo's iron sword broke through the sky, and he took the top of Washan Mountain. The largest stone statue of Buddha was chopped into countless pieces, and those pieces rolled down from the top of the peak, filled the valley, and crushed half of the old temple.

Fortunately, those huge rocks did not cause the town to be destroyed. Over the years, it has been continuously infiltrated by sea, rain, weather and wind, and gradually covered with moss. Instead, it has become a rare landscape, which will stop during the Yulan Festival. At the moment when the incense of Lanke Temple is declining, it has become the only way to attract tourists.

The main income of the residents of the small town now comes from the stones that these Buddha statues turn into. People break these huge stones into countless small pieces, then carve them into Buddha statues and sell them to tourists who come here. Of course It is very hard work to break the boulder open. No matter how heavy a hammer or sharp iron knife is, it cannot help residents to achieve their goals easily. The most common method used by people is to use fire and water.

Fire is a wildfire lit by dry grass in the fields outside the town. The water is seawater drawn from Washan Mountain. The quarry in the southeast of the town is full of smoke and steam from morning to night. , The rock that was burned to the slight redness, suddenly encountered the cold sea, made a snorting sound, repeating it tastelessly again and again, at a certain moment, there would be clear cracks in those hard rocks, and that Is the key to breaking the stone.

Ning Que stood on the hillside next to the quarry, watching the process of the residents breaking the stone, watching silently for a long time, watching the alternation of fire and water, watching the moss-covered boulders appear crack. When most cracks are found, they follow certain rules. Two oblique cracks meet somewhere.

Two cracks formed together, much like that character. He naturally remembered the sword marks on the stones that he saw in the depths of Tianqi Mountain and at the bottom of the Daming Lake many years ago. Countless words were written outside the gate of the Demon Sect, which made the large formation left by the great priest who founded the Demon Sect into a waste.

The rock was broken into smaller stones, and then it was smashed open with iron by adults, and children rushed past with a bang, picking up the stones of different sizes that they could handle. Then carefully select them, and divide them into categories according to the size of the stones and the direction of the stone patterns, and then they will be delivered to the stonemason.

Of course, most of the masons in the town were renunciations halfway through, just like Ning Que started to learn about Buddhism only halfway through his practice, but he kept carving every day and night. People's craftsmanship has become extremely skilled. A piece of stone with a square ruler will turn into a beautifully carved Buddha statue in just over ten days and nights.

Ning Que looked at the broken stone, then looked at the stonemason carving the Buddha, three days later. He began to follow those craftsmen to learn how to carve Buddha. It didn't take long for him to become the best carver in Washan. In the last years of the Buddha's chessboard, he made the entire mountain look like a Buddha. , What difficulty can those rocks have for him?

It's just that the Buddha statues he sculpted are very different from those sculpted by the stonemasons in the town. In addition to admiring his savvy craftsmanship, the masons have also put forward their opinions many times. He just smiled without explaining.

The Buddha statue carved out of Ning Que's hand does not have wide foreheads and big ears, let alone compassion. It is a plump young woman with a hair bun. It is obvious that the young woman's expression is extremely cold. .

One day, it rained lightly in Lanke Temple. Ning Que held a stone outside the temple and continued to carve, and suddenly a somewhat loose voice came from behind: "She is losing weight?"

"It was reduced in Chaoyang City on the chessboard."

Ning Que placed the stone statue in more than ten stone statues nearby, put down the carving knife, patted the ashes on his body and stood up.

The person said: "A thousand years have been reduced by this point? Haotian does not seem to be omnipotent."

Ning Que smiled, turned to embrace him, and said, "Didn't you like her before? Why are you so mean now? It doesn't fit your current status as the lord of the Protestant religion."

Chen Pippi curled her lips boringly and said, "Then do you like her being tall, or the way she used to be?"

Ning Que thought for a while and found that the answer was indeed obvious. He smiled helplessly and looked at Tang Xiaotang who was standing beside him, and found that she was still wearing a ponytail, somewhat surprised, and said, "Not married yet?"

Tang Xiaotang is not shy, and said, "Wait for my brother."

Chen Pippi sighed and said, "I don't expect to wait for my father to agree."

Ning Que looked at him again, looked at the slightly loose Tsing Yi on his body, and remembered the Tsing Yi watcher who had seen him twice in Chang'an City, and found that his thin body was indeed very similar to the watcher.

The three walked to the nearby pavilion. The autumn rain fell on the eaves of the pavilion, and it was accumulated for a long time before it became a very thin stream of water, which dripped down the porch and wet the ground under the pavilion.

Chen Pipi said: "Did you finish?"

Ning Que took out a dossier from his arms, handed it over, and said, "If Ye Su or the big brother write it, or more appropriate, you know I'm still an unbeliever after all."

These are some of the words he wrote while meditating on the stone in Lanke Temple. If it can be passed, then it may become the last and most important volume of Protestant teachings.

Chen Pipi took the dossier and said: "Big brother will do it. The chances of success will naturally be higher. It will be more difficult for me to do it, but rest assured, your hard work will not be ruined in my hands." /

Ning Que said: "Time is really running out, so hurry up."

Chen Pipi opened the dossier and looked at the statements on the new world, the kingdom of God, or the afterlife, frowning slowly, and said: "It's a magnificent picture."

Ning Que said: "From the teacher to the uncle, and then to our generation, the academy has spent a whole thousand years of preparation. If there is not a magnificent picture, it would be no fun."

Chen Pipi collected the file, looked at the tiredness and haggard between his brows and eyes, thinking about the things he had done in the past six months, took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it over, saying: "Need I will eat it when I eat."

Smelling the faint fragrance of medicine from the porcelain bottle, Ning Que's expression was slightly strange. Because he had taken this medicine, he knew how precious it was. Said: "When you and I are in the current state, a Tongtian pill can only provide us with possible opportunities, there is no need to waste it."

"This medicine was originally reserved for Brother Ye Su, and wanted to help him break through the five realms."

Chen Pipi was silent for a moment, and said: "I just didn't expect that he can no longer practice, and he is now dead. What's the use of keeping it? Even if it can't help you break through, at least it can help you repair the hidden dangers in your body. .Wanli Killing sounds cool, but in fact it is extremely hard. You seem to be raising up in Lanke Temple these days, but in fact you continue to consume your energy. Whether it is academy or Protestant, you need to be able to stand all the time."

Ning Que thought for a while and didn't say anything. Put the porcelain bottle directly in your sleeve.

Tang Xiaotang said: "If the little uncle thinks this gift is too heavy to repay it, just give me some gifts."

Ning Que smiled and said, "You started to take care of him before you married him? Say, what do you want."

Tang Xiaotang pointed to the row of stone statues outside the pavilion that was wet by rain, and said, "Send me one."

Ning Que didn't expect it. I walked out of the pavilion and picked up a stone statue that I was most satisfied with, and handed it to him: "It's not that I haven't seen a real person, so why look at this cold image."

Tang Xiaotang took the stone statue, wiped off the rainwater on it with his sleeve, and replayed it as a gift. Said: "If you can get her back, why carve these cold images?"

Ning Que was a little embarrassed. Said: "I am mainly learning how to break rocks."

Tang Xiaotang patted his chest and said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Many years ago in the street of Chang'an, there was a little girl with a boulder on her chest.

After many years, she is still so heroic.

Ning Que thought of the scenes back then, with emotion.

As an uncle, it’s inconvenient to see where her hands are.

Chen Pipi did not have any taboos in this regard, and murmured: "It was not big..."

Outside Lanke Temple, thousands of Protestant believers are waiting for Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang. They are going to Song Kingdom, just like Ningque Wanli killing people, they are preaching Wanli.

The volume of text has been entrusted, and Ning Que no longer delays their time and sends them out of the temple.

After Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang left, he continued to sculpt the statue of Buddha. Okay, the statue of Sangsang.

He made hundreds of sangsang statues and arranged them in the front of the hall. Those sangsang statues either bowed their heads in thought, or raised their heads to the sky, or looked at the world with their hands held down. There is only one thing in common: that is their expressionless face .

The autumn rain fell from time to time, and the statue of Sangsang was wet from time to time.

He squinted and stared, leaning on his waist, embracing his arms, admiring the changes of the stone statue in the autumn rain.

The situation in the world continues to change over time. Wars are raging, murderous intent is in the wild, and the war between Tang and Daomen will win each other. The strategy of Xiling Temple has played a certain role, the most critical Still, Tang Guo, or the Academy, could never find a way to walk through that small town.

In fact, Ning Que didn’t really care about that small town. There were not many people who could guess his thoughts. Long Qing was one of them. He stood in the bleak autumn breeze, standing at the head of Yan Guocheng’s capital, waiting quietly. With the arrival of Ning Que.

Many people have always thought that this battle between Ning Que and Long Qing is inevitable and should happen at any time. However, what is unexpected is that Ning Que has been delayed and the battle never happened.

Ning Que was watching Sangsang in Lanke Temple in the autumn rain.

What is Sangsang looking at now?

The dark night in the far north is as long and cold as the dark night, Atami has long been covered by thick snow, and the light in the yurt left by the deserted tribe seems to be frozen to pieces.

Sangsang sat by the lamp, looking at his fingertips.

There is an air in her fingertips.

The surface of the Qi is smooth, it looks very crystal clear against the light, and very transparent, and the shape is extremely perfect.

Qing Shi is lying at her feet, looking at the qi, his eyes are full of curiosity, but he feels terrified instinctively, always feeling that if he breaks this qi with his claws, the world will be destroyed.

Ning Que looked at two cracks on the surface of the rock in Lanke Temple.

There seemed to be two tiny cracks on the surface of the air between Sangsang's fingers.

Like the hundreds of stone statues in Lanke Temple, there is still no expression on her face.

But that doesn't mean indifference, it's more like peace.

She gently stroked her high raised belly.

The delicious soup smell came from the corner of the yurt.

In the early morning, the lion hunted a snow rooster.

She is making chicken soup.

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(Suddenly I don’t want to use my chest to break the boulder, or I may continue to use it in the next chapter. Well, it’s a bit harder today. Fortunately, I finally sat down alive.) 9