Nightfall

() "You are not curious why I can repair so fast?"

"You said it, familiar."

"Can't hear the polite words?"

"I haven't heard from you for many years."

Ning Que was silent for a while, and said, "I haven't heard from you for many years."

Sang Sang also remained silent for a while, and said, "So why?"

"Because my conjecture is correct, your poison has become clearer and clearer in the 16 years of Buddha cultivation. Although I didn't wake up, it made me stronger and stronger, and naturally faster and faster."

Ning Que said happily: "Of course, the most important reason is that my current carving technique is really good. You give me a piece of rotten wood. The objects I carved have to sell at least a few hundred or two silver in between. I now Not just everyone, I am also a master of carving, no, I am a master of the generation. "

Sang Sang murmured softly and seemed very calm.

Ning Que was a little surprised and said, "A lot of money I said, why don't you respond?"

Sang Sang said loudly, and said after a while: "I'm a little tired, I want to sleep a little longer."

Every time she woke up and couldn't say a few words, she would fall asleep again. Ning Que no longer lost like the previous few times, thinking that although the heart poison was going away, Sang Sang was still weak, and she should really sleep more.

Sleep is the best way to restore the God of God. Sang Sang has slept for sixteen years before and after. He has not slept for sixteen years, and his sleepiness and fatigue have reached an unimaginable level.

He took out the frog flesh from his arms, and tore a few silks into his mouth to start chewing ...

The frog meat is long and tender, and as long as it is cooked, it will be very delicious, such as a spicy pot, such as green pepper boiled, or roasted, but it is delicious. It is eaten for many years, and finally in the mouth of the diners. Turned into wood dregs, and then greedily eaten, even after eating frogs for 16 years, will want to vomit.

Ning Que didn't vomit, his face had no expression, chewing mechanically, and looked very stupid, until all the frog meat in his mouth was chewed into pieces and then swallowed.

The miserable experience in his childhood made him soberly aware that the most difficult enemy to enter into the class was definitely not unpalatable food, but no food, because hunger was more terrible than death.

Since the end of the last decade, he seldom spends his time on food, the time is too long, and the loneliness is too hard. He spends all his time and energy on repairing the Buddha and wants to leave here earlier, so he I caught a lot of frog meat in the Jin pond, and then hung it on the cliff wall. The wind turned the sun and turned it into a meat thousand. These frog meat thousand became his main food. I did n’t need to spend time to deal with it. I was hungry. Take some out and eat.

Fengqian's frog meat has no taste, and there is no flavor when chewed. It is difficult to swallow. He sits on the cliff and looks at the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the wilderness, using the pain of the other as a seasoning.

The buddhas and bodhisattvas in the wilderness became more and more angry. As he made the Buddha's body shape less and less decent, he also gave the Buddha a piece of maid's clothes. This kind of anger reached the top and reverberated. The chanting of the earth became more and more majestic, and the light of Buddha falling on his body became more and more scary.

The real horror was the blue lion, which was hundreds of feet tall.

The green lion's front hooves are covered with blood and mud stains. It lowers the lion's head and slowly licks the injured front hooves. It no longer screams like the previous years, but there is a great sense of domineering and dangerous in the silence.

Some of the young lions finally stepped into the Jin Po pond. Although they failed to run down the mountain and only broke a few ponds, they were shaken back to the wilderness by the Buddha's prohibition, but Bi Jing was making progress.

The green lion did not become stronger, but the Buddha statue was repaired under Ning Que's iron sword. The mana left by the Buddha became weaker and the prohibition naturally became weaker.

Hundreds of feet tall of the blue lion no longer healed, raised his head, the lion head broke through the cloud, the picture was very shocking, it looked at the Ning deficiency on the Buddha statue, the expression was solemn and cold, full of determination to kill.

Ning Que was very tired and sleepy. Sang Sang slept again, making him very sad, and he felt that the frog meat was really bad, so he was in a bad mood at this time.

He wanted to take a break and do something else to adjust his boring and lonely life as a Buddha. At this moment, he saw the blue lion in the wilderness provoking his head and was suddenly angry.

He untied the iron bow, pulled the hard bow string to its fullest degree, and then released his fingers without warning. A circular turbulent flow broke out between the strings, and the dark iron arrow disappeared.

At the next moment, the Qingjun monk sitting cross-legged on the back of the blue lion entered, a sudden avenue of blood burst from his chest, and then fell towards the ground hundreds of feet, hitting the field with a muffled noise.

The Qingjun monk died, but the Buddha did not die, or in the previous 16 years, the Qingjun monk entered the Buddha, but when the iron arrow came to the body, he was not the Buddha.

He and Sang Sang's judgments are correct. The position of Buddha in this world is unpredictable, even if the light can't catch up, and the Yuan Thirteen Arrow is naturally difficult to catch up.

The Qingjun monk died like this, the blue lion was very shocked, and then was extremely angry, and issued a violent scream at Ning Que on the cliff. The clouds before the lion ’s head were instantly shaken into countless extremely thin clouds, gold Countless golden lotus in the pond fell down, the momentum is unimaginable.

Ning Que also roared at the green lion. The roar exploded like a thunder in the wilderness, without any words, but with an extremely domineering atmosphere, and was extremely wild and wanton.

As he practiced Buddha for many years, the prohibitions left by the Buddha gradually weakened, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness could break through the golden pond at any time, so the blue lion would be so confident and cold.

But also as the Buddha was repaired for a long time, the three poisons in the Sang Sang Institute gradually dissipated, Hao Yao slowly recovered his strength in his sleep, and Ning Que naturally became stronger.

In the end, we still have to return to time or causation. The cause and effect are in order, and time is also in order. The order can determine the shape of the universe and the outcome of this war.

Ning Que is very confident. He knows that the ultimate victory must be himself and Sang Sang.

One arrow shived the big bodhisattva and yelled at the blue lion like a real beast. He felt very happy. His boring and boring Buddhist cultivation life became vivid because of this episode, and he has accumulated many years of loneliness in his heart. With the repulsion disappeared in an instant, he climbed to the top of a high cliff and continued to practice Buddha.

Two years later, Ning Que repaired the Buddha's hands. The Buddha did not hold the net bottle, nor did he hold it, but took an umbrella-the umbrella cut from the black cliff, naturally a black umbrella.

At the beginning, it took him three years to repair one of the Buddha's feet, and then it took another ten years to repair the other foot, and at the same time repaired the clothing of the maid's clothing. It took him three years, and compared to this, he is really much faster now.

Next, Ning Que's cultivation of Buddha became much slower, because he had already reached the highest point of the mountain and began to cultivate the face of Buddha. There is no doubt that this is the most critical stage of Buddha cultivation.

The iron knife fell between the buddha's plump face and round earlobe. It was very slow. The blade seemed to pick a mountain. Because it was cautious, it felt extremely dignified.

Unconsciously, it was another ten years.

Buddha ears no longer hang their shoulders, looming after the newly engraved hair, Buddha faces are no longer round like a full moon, they have become much thinner and much smaller, and they look very common.

The iron knife finally fell on the lips of the Buddha.

The Buddha opened his lips, silent, and suddenly there were countless Buddha's words, the Buddha's light on the wilderness, the countless Buddha and the bodhisattva chanting, a supreme Buddha prestige straight into the lack of chest and abdomen.

With a puff, Ning Que spit out blood, his eyes suddenly dim, and at the same time he felt Sang Sang frowning slightly in his heart, a bit painful, and seemed to wake up.

He knew that he was wrong, without hesitation, he cut out hundreds of knives, and cut off the mouth of the Buddha directly, and cut it into thin lips that were tightly squeezed.

The Buddha is finished.

The current Buddha is black, thin, and small, wearing a loose maid costume.

Sang Sang woke up and looked at the Buddha and said, "You still prefer her."

In this sentence, she is not Moshan Mountain. Although Moshan Mountain has very thin lips and likes to squeeze tightly, Sang Sang said that she prefers black Sang Sang.

Ning Que smiled and said, "I have watched you like this for two decades. I naturally like it more. I will watch you for a long time in the future. I will naturally like you now."

He looked at the face of Sang Sang carved from the black cliff stone with a big smile, not very happy.

Sang Sang said: "She has no mouth."

Ning Que said: "You don't like to talk anyway."

Sang Sang said: "How to teach the world to enter without speaking, and how to win the business as a Buddha?"

Ning Que said: "I'll just say it for you, you know, I can be tuberculosis when I need it."

His cultivation has been completed, but he has not yet become a Buddha.

There are very few remnants left behind by the Buddha. The Buddha and the Bodhisattva in the wilderness have entered the perimeter of the golden pond in this decade, and the green lion has come to the mountain not far away.

There were wounds all over the body of the blue lion, and the four hooves brought up the mud at the bottom of the pond ~ www.readwn.com ~ As if it was stained with ink, it moved slowly and firmly towards Foshan, every step of which weighed a lot.

In ten years, it was enough to lack the need to rebuild the face of the Buddha, and a lot of things happened. Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas came from the wilderness, and the footprints left became a river channel, leading to the far west. Coming from the waves, there are countless yīn forest breaths, countless resentful skulls.

The river from the West is the Stygian River, which has been summoned by countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas with great perseverance and supreme Dharma, constantly dimming the Buddha in the golden pond.

Ning Que waved his sword, Suzaku snarled violently, countless Hao Yao Shenhui spewed out from the blade, walked around the mountain under a circle, and cut a bottomless trench.

After the avalanche of that year, countless snow accumulated under the cliff for decades, and suddenly turned into a new river with a fire, and it turned into a new river. It was really clear and clear.

The Stygian water and the new river meet at the bottom of the mountain, there is no mutual integration, they are still distinct, looking at each other indifferently, maintaining their own breath, no one can move forward.

Ning Que sat cross-legged on the top of the Buddha, closed his eyes and began to meditate-he finished the Buddha in the mountain and began to cultivate the Buddha in his heart. He wanted to become a Buddha, and he had to become the only true Buddha on the ground.