In the autumn many years ago, there was a Buddha light that penetrated the temple and fell on Sangsang's body.

That Buddha is so compassionate and so cold. In the light of the Buddha, Sangsang's face became more and more pale, and his thin body became more and more insignificant.

She looked at Ning Que outside the Buddha's light, silently shedding tears.

From that moment on, she became the daughter of the Hades, endured endless pain and fear, and then she began to be hunted down by the whole world along with Ning Que.

That Buddha light was undoubtedly the most fundamental turning point in the lives of Ning Que and Sang Sang, and all the stories that happened after that actually began here.

How could Ning Que not remember?

At this time, looking at the Buddha light on the cliff and looking at the Sangsang in the Buddha light, he seemed to have returned to the past, and those most painful and coldest feelings all poured into his mind.

"Don't!" he cried out in pain.

This Buddha light appeared so suddenly, connecting the cliff with the heavenly dome, even Sangsang could not tell whether it fell from the sky or was born from the bottom of the cliff.

To be more precise, the Buddha simply connected this cliff burial with the clouds.

At some point, Stratus clouds drift above the peaks, completely obscuring the truly blue sky.

Sang Sang put his hands behind his back and looked up into the depths of the Buddha's light, his expression calm. Her face was already extremely white, and at this time, it was illuminated by bright light, and it was like snow.

Since she had to put her hands behind her back, naturally she didn't continue to hold Ning Que's hand.

Because even she, in the face of this Buddha light, can't be too distracted.

However, at this moment, she heard Ning Que's cry of pain behind her.

Even the Buddha's light didn't make her frown, but Ning Que's voice made her eyebrows frown slightly.

She turned to look at Ning Que and asked, "Don't want anything?"

Ning Que was affected by the Buddha's light, and was vomiting blood in pain, and because he was worried about her safety, his face became extremely pale, where did he think that the development of things was completely different from his imagination.

He looked at Sangsang in the Buddha's light and didn't know what to say.

Sangsang didn't cry, didn't vomit blood, didn't fear, didn't call his name.

Sangsang is not as thin and pitiful as he was back then. Her figure is so tall, even if it is a thousand Buddhas, it can't take away her brilliance.

Only then did he remember that Sangsang had grown up.

She is now the omnipotent and omniscient Haotian, no longer a little maid who can't leave herself, she no longer needs her own protection, on the contrary, she begins to protect him.

"Nothing. ”

Ning Que said with a smile, and then found that he really didn't know what to say, so he spat blood again.

Sang Sang was a little irritable, thinking that humans were really troublesome creatures, and he was frightened and smiled for a while, and he couldn't figure out what was going on in his head.

Looking at the blood overflowing from the corner of Ning Que's lips, she thought that she understood what he meant-with Ning Que's realm, she was not held by her, and she was naturally in pain under the pressure of the Buddha's light, he said no, he didn't want to let go of his hand by himself, as for the next word, it was naturally the boring self-esteem of the male animal.

"Not available. ”

Sangsang said to him: "You don't know how to hold an umbrella yourself?"

In the past, it was she who vomited blood, but now it is her turn to vomit blood Ning Que was immersed in the sentimentality brought about by this change, and only after listening to this sentence did she wake up, and quickly took out the big black umbrella and opened it.

Since the autumn of the Rotten Ke Temple, the big black umbrella has been tortured in these years, and it has long been tattered, Ning Que took back the old cloth from under the jade tree and sewed it up, and the appearance was still extremely ugly and ugly, just like the clothes on the beggar with countless patches, because it had not been washed for many years and was full of black mud, how could there be the beautiful feeling of the black lotus blooming at the beginning.

Where would Ning Que care, after discovering that the black umbrella could really block the Buddha's light, he was very happy, and followed Sangsang's gaze to the depths of the Buddha's light, wanting to see clearly where the enemy was.

He was in a good mood, Sangsang was in a good mood, the Hanging Temple finally reacted, she was not afraid, but she was looking forward to it, as long as there was a change, it would be good, the clue to the whereabouts of the Buddha, or in the middle.

However, the next changes were somewhat unexpected by the two.

The sound of the prayer echoing between the cliffs gradually became neat, and the loud and distant bell did not cover up the sound of the prayer, but more like the wind in the bellows, helping the sound of the prayer to become louder and louder.

With the change of the bell and the sound of the scriptures, the Buddha light on the cliff also changed, the light became more and more clear, and the Buddha power contained in it became more and more terrifying.

Sang Sang was still standing in the Buddha's light with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and calm.

Ning Que's hand holding the handle of the umbrella trembled slightly, getting harder and harder, and quickly stuffed the green pear into his sleeve, holding the handle of the umbrella with both hands, and barely supported it.

The peak, behind the Hanging Temple Daxiong Treasure Hall.

There were no monks next to the ancient bell, but they swayed in the wind. The sound of the bell resounded throughout the peak, through the fields below the peak, until it reached the cliff face far away, and then was knocked back, and so on, and so on, and so on,

On the stone steps in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, dozens of monks sat cross-legged, closing their eyes and meditating.

The scriptures are chanted to the rhythm of the bells, as if they were chanting.

Qi Nian sat at the front, this Buddhist powerhouse who had been practicing penance and meditation for many years, read countless times more scriptures today than he had said in the past ten years, and the power in the scriptures was infinite.

The rest of the dozens of monks were all extremely old, their white eyebrows seemed to be hanging to their chests, and their hands were wrinkled more than the bark of the oldest tree between the cliffs, and at a glance they were the elders of the Hanging Temple.

There are also people chanting the scriptures in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and the seven masters who were seriously injured by the elder brother in front of the green ridge knelt in front of the Buddha statue in the most pious posture, and kept chanting the scriptures, the back of his head was strictly deformed, and the scriptures read out of his mouth were somewhat vague, but when he left the hall, it became extremely clear.

In several large yellow temples on the east and west peaks, hundreds of monks in red robes sit cross-legged on the cliff floor, their hands clasped together, their expressions resolute, and chanting scriptures incessantly.

In dozens of temples in the mist on the mountainside, thousands of monks in gray robes sit cross-legged in the meditation room, their hands clasped together, looking nervous, chanting scriptures.

In the hundreds of dark temples at the foot of the mountain, countless monks in variegated robes sit cross-legged in front of the statue, their hands clasped together, their expressions confused, chanting scriptures.

In the vast field at the bottom of the sinkhole, millions of Li people knelt down on their knees in the direction of the Hanging Temple, whether they were dressed in rags or wearing gold and silver, their expressions were extremely pious, and they kept praying.

The strong of the Buddha do not need to sit in front of the Buddha statue, and the ordinary monks need to rely on the Buddha to increase their courage, the strongest look calm, the strong look resolute, the weak look nervous, and the monks with a confused expression do not know what is happening.

The devout believers in the wilderness, who did not know what was happening, were the strongest in their faith, who had not studied the scriptures, but whose prayers were the most powerful. But no matter what kind of people they are, they are chanting and praying. The sound of bells, prayers, and prayers can be found everywhere in the Buddha.

The clouds were calm, and many traces were gradually revealed.

It is the shadow of the scriptures cast in the clouds.

The real scriptures are in the air, thousands of temple-sized words glowing with a faint golden light, floating over the heads of the herdsmen, floating over the real temples, floating over the green trees between the cliffs, and constantly arranging and combining in the sky.

The dark fields were illuminated by these golden scriptures.

The believers kneeling in the black pressure in the wilderness showed extremely excited expressions on their faces, becoming more pious, their hearts towards the Buddha more firm, and their prayer voices became more and more neat and bright.

On the shore of a certain blue lake near the cliff, compared to the kneeling herdsmen, Jun Mo who stood quietly looked very special, and his figure looked so lonely and powerful.

He looked at the golden light scriptures that flew towards the giant peak, and his brows were slightly raised. Thousands of scriptures glowing with golden light gathered from all over the place, slowly rotating around the giant peak, illuminating the green tree temple between the peaks, and the Buddha light on the cliff floor became brighter.

In the light of the Buddha, Ning Que held the handle of the umbrella with both hands, his face was pale, but he was bitter.

Sang Sang looked at the depths of the Buddha's light, her face became whiter and whiter, but she still didn't make a move, because she wanted to see clearly where this Buddha's light came from and where the Buddha was.

Ning Que looked at her back, a little nervous, although he didn't know the means of ringing the bell and chanting the scriptures in the Hanging Temple, and he didn't know what the words in the air that scattered golden light meant, but his talent in the runes was unparalleled, and he calculated only intuitively that if those golden words were finally arranged into a Buddhist scripture, it would be when the real blow of the Buddha Sect came, and he was afraid that Sang Sang would feel very troublesome if he had to deal with it, why didn't she make a move?

Sang Sang looked up at the depths of the Buddha's light and looked at it for a long time.

Suddenly, she looked at the cliff at her feet and said, "I see.

The mountain on which the Hanging Temple is located is the highest and largest mountain in the world.

However, this mountain peak is forever hidden in a sinkhole, and from the surface it is just a small mound.

The meaning is naturally in line with Buddhism.

Because this mountain is the highest person in the world, but he does not want to be in the world.

This cliff is not a real cliff, but the man's open palm to the sky.

The pear tree was not a real tree, but a flower between the man's fingers.

That person was the Buddha.

Ning Que and Sang Sang stood on the cliff and stood next to the pear tree, in fact, they were standing in the palm of the Buddha's hand, standing under the little white flower between his fingers!

Sang Sang picked the small white flower on his sideburns, threw it into the wind, looked at the peak and said sarcastically: "This mountain peak is just your corpse, not you, so you want to trap me in your palm?"

Yes, this mountain peak is not the Buddha, but the transformation of the Buddha's relics left after Nirvana.

However, after all, it is the relics of the Buddha, the highest in the world.

Who can escape the palm of the Buddha's hand?

(Well, there's another chapter, which will be later.) (To be continued.)