Nightfall

In the records of the Buddhist scriptures, there is a great virtue with a clear face, very similar to the Buddha. Ugly, he must cover his face when he goes out, every time a child will be thrown a stone, a bad dog will be barked and bitten, he was very popular in the world, he is disgusted by the world, but he does not speak bad words, no evil face, let the world Insulting European beaten also did not fight back, foolish and gratifying, eventually became a Buddha, with great magical power, is to cover the face of Buddha. m

Ning Que did n’t understand why the Qingban monk just wiped it with the monk ’s sleeve for a few times, and became the true Buddha seat in the legend. After a moment of silence, Shen Sheng said: "You are dead, even if you stand here and become a Buddha, you still die. Now, since you are a dead person, how can you stay with us? "

"Thinking means meaning, meaning means strength, I don't want you to leave, you have to stay."

The green plate monk covered his face with his sleeves. He had no eyes and no lips on his face, but he could speak. There was a sense of compassion in the words, solemn weather, and the light of the Buddha came out through the sleeves.

As the speech fell, the monk's sleeve fell towards Ning Que's face, during which there was endless Buddha power.

Ning Que was prepared early, and with a loud clatter, the iron knife was unsheathed and cut open.

The monk sleeve and the iron sword met silently, but the autumn trees on the lake were bent down by the wind, and only the dense clicks were heard. Countless trees broke from the break, revealing white stubble.

A touch of monk's sleeve fluttered in the wind.

The iron knife came out of the sleeve and landed on the neck of the blue-plate monk. The dark sword body became red all the time. There were countless high temperatures, and Suzaku wailed in the flames.

There are no facial features on Qingban Monk's face, so it is difficult to express emotions. But at this time, you can clearly see the word shock.

He couldn't understand why Ning Que's iron sword could break Fowei so easily.

"I used to kill you once in Chang'an City before. At that time, in the knowledge of the sea, I proved to you that I don't have a Buddha in my heart. Even though I have been practicing Buddha for many years, I still do."

Ning Que handed a blade across the neck of the blue-plate monk and said, "So I can kill you again."

The blade retracted, and the head of the blue-plate monk. Like a ripe fruit, it fell from between his shoulders, fell on the floor, and rolled to the broken tree by the lake.

The green monk's body is still standing. There are countless golden liquids flowing in the neck cavity, slowly evaporating towards the air.

Under the tree, the facial features reappeared on the face of the green monk.

He blinked with some difficulty, remembering the pictures of Buddha reading rituals in Baita Temple for countless years, only to realize that everything was empty.

He looked at the distant East, exuding complex emotions, a little sad, a little sad, and then slowly closed his eyes, and he would never open them again.

Until this time. The green plate monk or the stone really woke up. Before really dying.

The surface of the headless body left by the green plate monk suddenly showed many cracks. The cracks gradually widened, and a golden liquid flowed out from it, which was melted by the wind. Become the purest glory of Buddha nature.

Ning Que looked silently at the picture in front of him, but didn't notice. Sang Sang, who was sitting by the lake behind him, looked at these golden Buddha characters. Frowning slightly, his face pale.

In addition to the reasons he said earlier, the most important thing is that he has become very powerful now, beyond his own imagination.

In the Xiling Temple, he was amputated by Sang Sang, and reborn with the power of Haotian. After experiencing countless times of washing his marrow, his body now has no dirt, pure and unimaginable.

In the cliff cave of Xuankong Temple, he completed the homework arranged by Master Liansheng—want to repair the devil, first to repair the Buddha, both of which originated from greed and avoiding the sun, during which there was a hidden connection, once connected, how powerful .

According to Lian Sheng ’s statement, the devil ’s path to the **** realm, the Buddha ’s path to the devil ’s path, and the teachings of the Confucius, the awe-inspiring spirit has reached its peak.

Now he can kill people by moving his mind, and he can kill people even more by wiping his sword. Not to mention the green Buddha, the pseudo-buddha, is the strong man of the rank of the elder of the Xuankong Temple Discipline Academy. He can also wield his sword.

Sang Sang whispered at the lake: "It turns out this way."

She has seen through the sky, naturally seeing everything in this world, Chaoyang City is fake, Baita Temple is fake, the lone tree and black crow in the small courtyard are also fake, then the green vegetables in the vegetable farm, the kimchi in the kitchen The jars are naturally fake. If they are all fake, who is true?

Here is the world on the chessboard.

On the cliffside of Xuankong Temple, she entered the chessboard with Ningque. She was looking for the Buddha, but she made a mistake for thousands of years, just like when she entered the chessboard at Lanke Temple.

I didn't know that I was a guest in my dream.

At that time, she saw the truth and the falsehood on that mountain. She experienced endless loneliness, and there was no one to accompany or speak.

Compared with that time, this time she had a person next to her, which seemed to be no longer so lonely, but she knew better that without that person, Buddha could not trap herself for so many years.

She stood up and looked at Ning Que quietly and said, "How many years have we wasted here, how many years have we lost here, how many years have you missed me."

Ning Que ignored her, just thinking about how many years the two of them have lived in this chessboard world, and the more they thought, the more uneasy they felt, because even the long years, even the pictures that began in those years were blurred.

"Master Qishan said that from the front of the chessboard, it would be a year, and from the reverse of the board, it would be a year. From which side did we enter? How many years have passed?"

Sang Sang was originally prepared to be angry, listening to Ning Que's question, only to find that he didn't care about his anger at all, and said after a moment of silence: "Since I came in, how could the Buddha be so comfortable."

Ning Que asked: "Can you probably count?"

Sang Sang thought for a while and said, "At most, it will take a few years."

The concept of the level of time flow rate, Ning Que now has no way to understand even if he has already reached the peak of his destiny, but it is not too difficult for Haotian.

"very dangerous."

Sang Sang looked at the Far East and said, "Almost lost in time."

"Fortunately. Wake up anyway."

Ning Que looked at the sky, thinking about the sound of the axe, somewhat puzzled.

Now he naturally understands that it is very dangerous to practice Buddha in Baita Temple. He is gradually obsessed with Buddhism. If he is another practitioner, even at a higher level, it is difficult to wake up from the quiet and joyful world. come. When you wake up, you cannot see the world of this chessboard, and you cannot go back to the real world.

Fortunately. There are fragments of consciousness left by Liansheng in his sea of ​​knowledge.

Liansheng was a monk with a good path and a **** demon. He was infatuated with the Buddha and even hated the Buddha. Only with such a magical existence can we keep the clearness in the boundless Dharma, use the fragmentation of consciousness as a chopping axe to hack his head, and want to wake him with pain, then where does the axe in the sky come from Who wants to wake him up?

Sang Sang said: "If you can't wake up, I probably will never wake up. In this case, then what you owe me will be offset by this, and I will not punish you."

Ning Que knew what she meant. Without him. How could she have nostalgia for the world, how could the worldly days trap her so deeply, and how could the chess board trap her.

He smiled and said nothing.

Just then, several lights suddenly appeared on the dark sky.

Ning Que looked slightly stern. Last time at the Lanke Temple, he also saw these pure lights on the chessboard, knowing that each light is the rule of the chessboard world.

The rules of the world are collapsing. Is the most terrifying force.

He was not afraid, he had experience dealing with this situation.

He took out the **** umbrella and said to Sang Sang: "Let's go?"

He used interrogative sentences, did not directly say go, and did not have any emotion, because he was a little uneasy, he was a little worried that she still wanted to stay on the chessboard, continue to search for Buddha and kill him this seemingly impossible task , And worried that she will return to the kingdom of God after leaving the board and returning to the world.

According to Sansang ’s previous rules of conduct, she would definitely choose to stay in the chessboard world and continue to search for the Buddha-the powerful enemy unconsciously trapped her by hundreds or even thousands of years-the more so, the more she had to put Buddha killed because she was the great Haotian.

Today, her performance was somewhat unexpected, and walked to him, calmly said: "Go."

Ning Que was startled, and passed the umbrella.

With Peng's soft sound, Sang Sang opened the **** umbrella as if to open the night.

The night covered her and Ning Que.

A moment passed, a moment passed, a moment passed, a finger passed, a moment passed, a moment passed, a day and night passed.

As if there were countless robberies in the past, the black umbrella was still by the lake, Ning Que and Sang Sang were still under the umbrella, nothing happened, they failed to leave, they remained on the board.

Ning Que remembered what the Qingban monk said before he died: I don't want you to leave.

This world does not want them to go.

His face was pale, and Sang Sang's hand was shaking slightly.

But why?

At the Lanke Temple, they entered the chessboard, the rules of the world chased down Sang Sang, they opened the black umbrella, the rules of the world could no longer find them, and they disappeared.

Why did you open the black umbrella today but did not leave?

Sang Sang looked at the dark sky and said after a moment of silence: "I can't perceive the outside world."

She is the rule, as long as it can communicate with the rules of the world outside the chessboard, she can return to the world, just like she can still return to Haotian Divine Kingdom even if she dies.

The **** umbrella can make the rules of this world not find them, and can help her communicate with the rules of the outside world. If she can't perceive it, there are only two possibilities.

The umbrella is broken, or she has a problem.

The **** umbrella is not bad, then there is something wrong with Sang Sang.

Without waiting for Ning Que to ask, she said: "I am much weaker."

Her expression was a little sorrowful.

Even though she was infused with the power of the world by the Confucius, even though Ning Que was brought into the world, and she was stained with countless red dust, she became more and more weak.

Because she is very strong, even weaker, she is still unimaginably strong.

Now, however, she found that she was really weak, to an unimaginable level.

She closed her eyes and began to think about the reason.

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…… <> In the records of the Buddhist scriptures, there is a great virtue with a clear face and a great resemblance to the Buddha. Numerous believers mistakenly believe that he is a Buddha and vie for worship. It becomes extremely ugly, he must cover his face when he goes out, every time a child will be thrown a stone, a dog will be barked and bitten, and he has been very popular with the world. Rong, no one in the world humiliated the European beaten also did not fight back, foolish and gratifying, eventually became a Buddha, with great magical power, to hide the face of Buddha.

Ning Que did n’t understand why the Qingban monk just wiped it with the monk ’s sleeve for a few times, and became the true Buddha seat in the legend. After a moment of silence, Shen Sheng said: "You are dead, even if you stand here and become a Buddha, you still die. Now, since you are a dead person, how can you stay with us? "

"Thinking means meaning, meaning means strength, I don't want you to leave, you have to stay."

The green plate monk covered his face with his sleeves. He had no eyes and no lips on his face, but he could speak. There was a sense of compassion in the words, solemn weather, and the light of the Buddha came out through the sleeves.

As the speech fell, the monk's sleeve fell towards Ning Que's face, during which there was endless Buddha power.

Ning Que was prepared early, and with a loud clatter, the iron knife was unsheathed and cut open.

The monk sleeve and the iron sword met silently, but the autumn trees on the lake were bent down by the wind, and only the dense clicks were heard. Countless trees broke from the break, revealing white stubble.

A touch of monk's sleeve fluttered in the wind.

The iron knife came out of the sleeve and landed on the neck of the blue-plate monk. The dark sword body became red all the time. There were countless high temperatures, and Suzaku wailed in the flames.

There are no facial features on the Qingban monk's face, which makes it difficult to express emotions, but at this time, the word shock is clearly seen.

He couldn't understand why Ning Que's iron sword could break Fowei so easily.

"I used to kill you once in Chang'an City before, but I was in the sea at the time. I proved to you that I don't have a Buddha in my heart, and I still practice it even though I have been practicing Buddha for many years."

Ning Que handed a blade across the neck of the blue-plate monk and said, "So I can kill you again."

The blade retracted, and the head of the blue-plate monk, like a ripe fruit, fell from between his shoulders and fell on the floor. Bulilu rolled to the broken tree by the lake.

The green plate monk's body is still standing, and numerous golden liquids are flowing in the neck cavity, slowly evaporating into the air.

Under the tree, the facial features reappeared on the face of the green monk.

He blinked a little bit hard, remembering the pictures of Buddhist ritual reading in Baita Temple for countless years. Then I realized that everything was empty.

He looked at the distant East, exuding complex emotions, a little sad, a little sad, and then slowly closed his eyes, and he would never open them again.

It wasn't until this time that the green plate monk or the stone really woke up. Before really dying.

The surface of the headless body left by the green plate monk suddenly showed many cracks. The cracks widened and a golden liquid flowed out from inside. It becomes the purest brilliance of Buddha's nature when it changes with the wind.

Ning Que silently looked at the picture in front of him, without noticing, sitting on Sang Sang by the lake behind him. Looked at these with golden Buddha nature, frowning slightly. His face was pale.

In addition to the reasons he said earlier, the most important thing is that he has become very powerful now, beyond his own imagination.

In the Xiling Temple, he was amputated by Sang Sang, and reborn with the power of Haotian. After experiencing countless times of washing his marrow, his body now has no dirt, pure and unimaginable.

In the cliff cave of Xuankong Temple, he completed the homework arranged by Master Liansheng—want to repair the devil, first to repair the Buddha, both of which originated from greed and avoiding the sun, during which there was a hidden connection, once connected, how powerful .

According to Lian Sheng ’s statement, the devil ’s path to the **** realm, the Buddha ’s path to the devil ’s path, and the teachings of the Confucius, the awe-inspiring spirit has reached its peak.

Now he can kill people by moving his mind, and he can kill people even more by wiping his sword. Not to mention the green Buddha, the pseudo-buddha, is the strong man of the rank of the elder of the Xuankong Temple Discipline Academy. He can also wield his sword.

Sang Sang whispered at the lake: "It turns out this way."

She has seen through the sky, naturally seeing everything in this world, Chaoyang City is fake, Baita Temple is fake, the lone tree and black crow in the small courtyard are also fake, then the green vegetables in the vegetable farm, the kimchi in the kitchen The jars are naturally fake. If they are all fake, who is true?

Here is the world on the chessboard.

On the cliffside of Xuankong Temple, she entered the chessboard with Ningque. She was looking for the Buddha, but she made a mistake for thousands of years, just like when she entered the chessboard at Lanke Temple.

I didn't know that I was a guest in my dream.

At that time, she saw the truth and the falsehood on that mountain. She experienced endless loneliness, and there was no one to accompany or speak.

Compared with that time, this time she had a person next to her, which seemed to be no longer so lonely, but she knew better that without that person, Buddha could not trap herself for so many years.

She stood up and looked at Ning Que quietly and said, "How many years have we wasted here, how many years have we lost here, how many years have you missed me."

Ning Que ignored her, just thinking about how many years the two of them have lived in this chessboard world, and the more they thought, the more uneasy they felt, because even the long years, even the pictures that began in those years were blurred.

"Master Qishan said that from the front of the chessboard, it would be a year, and from the reverse of the board, it would be a year. From which side did we enter? How many years have passed?"

Sang Sang was originally prepared to be angry, listening to Ning Que's question, only to find that he didn't care about his anger at all, and said after a moment of silence: "Since I came in, how could the Buddha be so comfortable."

Ning Que asked: "Can you probably count?"

Sang Sang thought for a while and said, "At most, it will take a few years."

The concept of the level of time flow rate, Ning Que now has no way to understand even if he has already reached the peak of his destiny, but it is not too difficult for Haotian.

"very dangerous."

Sang Sang looked at the Far East and said, "Almost lost in time."

"Fortunately, I still woke up."

Ning Que looked at the sky, thinking about the sound of the axe, somewhat puzzled.

Now he naturally understands that it is very dangerous to practice Buddha in Baita Temple. He gradually became obsessed with Buddhism. If he is another practitioner, even at a higher level, it is difficult to wake up from the quiet and joyful world. When you wake up, you cannot see the world of this chessboard, and you cannot go back to the real world.

Fortunately, there are fragments of consciousness left by Liansheng in his consciousness.

Liansheng was a monk who was a good Taoist, and a **** demon, who was infatuated with Buddha. I hate the Buddha even more. Only with such a magical existence can we keep the clearness in the boundless Dharma, use shards of consciousness to hack away his head, and want to wake him up with pain. So where did the axe in the sky come from, who wanted to alert him?

Sang Sang said: "If you can't wake up, I probably will never wake up. In this case, then what you owe me will be offset by this, and I will not punish you."

Ning Que knew what she meant, if not him. How could she have nostalgia for the world, how could the worldly days trap her so deeply, and how could the chess board trap her.

He smiled and said nothing.

Just then. Several lights suddenly appeared on the dark sky.

Ning Que's expression is weak, last time at the Lanke Temple, he also saw these pure lights on the chessboard, knowing each light. This is the rule of the chessboard world.

The rules of the world are collapsing and are the most terrifying force.

He is not afraid. He had experience dealing with this situation.

He took out the **** umbrella and said to Sang Sang: "Let's go?"

He used interrogative sentences, did not directly say go, and did not have any emotion, because he was a little uneasy, he was a little worried that she still wanted to stay on the chessboard, continue to search for Buddha and kill him this seemingly impossible task , And worried that she will return to the kingdom of God after leaving the board and returning to the world.

According to Sansang ’s previous rules of conduct, she would definitely choose to stay in the chessboard world and continue to search for the Buddha-the powerful enemy unconsciously trapped her by hundreds or even thousands of years-the more so, the more she had to put Buddha killed because she was the great Haotian.

Today, her performance was somewhat unexpected, and walked to him, calmly said: "Go."

Ning Que was startled, and passed the umbrella.

With Peng's soft sound, Sang Sang opened the **** umbrella as if to open the night.

The night covered her and Ning Que.

A moment passed, a moment passed, a moment passed, a finger passed, a moment passed, a moment passed, a day and night passed.

As if there were countless robberies in the past, the black umbrella was still by the lake, Ning Que and Sang Sang were still under the umbrella, nothing happened, they failed to leave, they remained on the board.

Ning Que remembered what the Qingban monk said before he died: I don't want you to leave.

This world does not want them to go.

His face was pale, and Sang Sang's hand was shaking slightly.

But why?

At the Lanke Temple, they entered the chessboard, the rules of the world chased down Sang Sang, they opened the black umbrella, the rules of the world could no longer find them, and they disappeared.

Why did you open the black umbrella today but did not leave?

Sang Sang looked at the dark sky and said after a moment of silence: "I can't perceive the outside world."

She is the rule, as long as it can communicate with the rules of the world outside the chessboard, she can return to the world, just like she can still return to Haotian Divine Kingdom even if she dies.

The **** umbrella can make the rules of this world unable to find them.

The umbrella is broken, or she has a problem.

The **** umbrella is not bad, then there is something wrong with Sang Sang.

Without waiting for Ning Que to ask, she said: "I am much weaker."

Her expression was a little sorrowful.

Even though she was infused with the power of the world by the Confucius, even though Ning Que was brought into the world, and she was stained with countless red dust, she became more and more weak.

Because she is very strong, even weaker, she is still unimaginably strong.

Now, however, she found that she was really weak, to an unimaginable level.

She closed her eyes and began to think about the reason.

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