The breeze blows slowly between the cliffs, the white tower is born between the broken temples and eaves, it is not as dazzling as being admired and loved by all the people on the shore of Chaoyang City Lake, and it is extremely bleak so it feels decadent.

The torrential rain had fallen countless leaves, the wind had disturbed hundreds of fruits, the branches of the green trees on the side of the cliff were scattered, as pitiful as an unclothed woman, and the waterfall under the cliff seemed to laugh at it, and the sound was very loud.

The chessboard lies in the rain on the cliff floor.

The clouds that covered the sky have dispersed, the Buddha light on the cliff has disappeared, the scriptures glowing with golden light have dispersed with the clouds, no more petals have fallen, and the bells and scriptures of the temple have stopped.

The black-pressed monks walked out of the temples of the Hanging Temple, looked at the cliff above, and gradually returned to the temple with uneasiness, and began their daily homework again.

The bells of countless temples in the world have also stopped, and the elders and abbots in the temple looked at the Buddha statues, looking speechless, and suddenly a monk came to report that the princess of a certain county or a certain prince came to offer incense.

Whether it is the elder or the abbot, hearing this, quickly changed his face, put on the appearance of a monk, moved forward to greet him, and thought about how much incense money should be collected today, of course, do not show too much fireworks, so as not to dislike the nobles, at this time where do you remember who the Buddha is.

Countless thousands of believers in the world also woke up, rubbing their broken foreheads and looking around in a bit of panic, not knowing what had happened before.

An old woman suddenly listened to her grandson's crying, and looked back to see her good grandson, rolling down to the bed, and knocking a bag on her forehead that was very similar to her forehead, and she couldn't help but panic.

She hurriedly got up with her somewhat sour body, took her grandson into her arms and kept coaxing, kicking the ground all the way, saying that it was all bad ground, and where did she remember who the Buddha was at this time.

Suddenly, they began to cry bitterly, even if they could get more blessings in the next life, how should they live this miserable day in this life? They walked back to the room covered with straw in despair, knelt down with their hands together, and prayed to the Buddha incessantly.

In the field at the bottom of the sinkhole, millions of people kneeling on the ground also woke up one after another, and the nobles found themselves kneeling with those untouchables, and they couldn't help but be very annoyed, and waved the leather whip in their hands, pulling out more than a dozen blood stains on the bodies of several serfs, and then they felt better.

Those serfs were whipped more than a dozen times, and they were in great pain, but they dared to resist and carry their tired bodies to work, until late at night, when they had eaten terrible food, and began to pray to the Buddha again before going to bed, silently praying that the benevolent Buddha would lead them to the Western Elysium earlier.

Belief in the world, in many cases, is like this, whether it is the Buddha or Haotian, it is easy to forget, and of course, sometimes it is difficult to forget.

Happy people tend to forget their faith, which is the last hope of the unfortunate, and in this sense, faith may be good but at the same time bad.

Or maybe it is precisely because of this that there is such a group of unbelievers in the mountains behind the academy.

There are many people who can understand this truth, but because of their position and position, those people cannot and dare not express their opinions on this issue.

Master Huang Yang walked out of the meditation room, listened to the chanting sound from the top of the mountain, felt the tranquility emanating from the countless temples, and found it as if nothing had happened here.

In fact, a lot has happened.

Sang Sang and Ning Que entered the chessboard on their own, but in the eyes of the Hanging Temple, it was naturally the Buddha who took Haotian and her attendants into the chessboard with supreme Buddhism, and was being transformed.

Master Huangyang's monk's clothes fluttered straight up the mountain road, and he was about to come to the cliff flat.

He was going to pick up the chessboard, and Tuan Wei Ning was in the chessboard.

Ning Que was too important to Tang Guo for him to watch him die.

Master Huang Yang is a Buddhist monk, but first of all, he is from the Tang Dynasty.

At this moment, a quiet and majestic voice came from afar: "If I hear it: there is a mountain name, and its weight is 108,000 times that of the abandoned mountain......

The voice came from the distant cliff floor, from the first seat of the sermon.

This is the supreme method of Buddhism: the word follows the law.

In the White Pagoda Temple in Chaoyang City, the first lecture said this scripture to the senior brother.

This passage describes a mountain called Prajna.

The giant peak where the Hanging Temple is located is Prajna.

As soon as the Buddha's words came out, the mountain cliff echoed and responded, and the majestic Pannyo Mountain suddenly became heavier, and the Huangyang master who flew over the mountain road suddenly stopped.

With a click, Master Huangyang's leg bones were broken, and he was seriously injured by the mountain peak itself!

Above the cliff face on the edge of the sinkhole.

The body of the first sermon was still buried in the ground, only the head was on the ground, and the two white eyebrows were drooping in the dust, and his face was pale and very weak.

The first one was melted into the earth by Sangsang with divine powers, and these days he was struggling to support under the pressure of the endless power of the earth, and he was already tired, and at this time, he used the means of saying and following the law, which was even harder.

A gust of autumn wind rose, and the faint smell of wine spread in the wind of the wasteland, and the drunkard, still wearing the scribe's robe, appeared in front of the head of the first seat of the sermon.

The drunkard did not look at the first one at this time, but stared at the position of the cliff between the giant peaks, his face was very pale, and his eyes were full of fear and uneasiness.

The first one looked up at him and said, "It seems that you already know what happened. ”

The drunkard's face was very ugly, and he said, "The whole world knows about such a big movement, even if I want to pretend not to know, how can I?"

When the bells were ringing everywhere in the world, he had been in the small town between Yan and Song, but even when he was with the butcher, he still felt extremely uneasy, and drank tea with the boss for a long time.

"I didn't expect that you would really dare to attack Wu Tianxia. The drunkard muttered.

The first one said softly: "This is the arrangement of the Buddha. ”

The drunkard looked at the small crack in his neck, reached out and picked up a stone, and threw it in.

The crack between the neck of the first seat and the ground instantly expanded, and that was because the stone was constantly expanding inside, which was the immeasurable realm of Buddhism.

After a while, the first seat of the lecture crawled out of the ground, and the Buddha who cultivated to the point that Vajra was not bad did not leave any scars on his body, but the robe on his body, including the tin staff in his hand, had been crushed into powder by the earth.

The first one took a piece of clothing from the drunkard's hand and said, "Back then, you learned the immeasurable method from the Buddha, and I got out of trouble with it.

The drunkard said: "This is the world of Haotian, the will of heaven is unpredictable, naturally there is no Buddha's fate, if she didn't go to the chessboard, I wouldn't be able to pull you out of the ground, so it's not the Buddha's fate, it's the will of heaven." ”

The first one said: "From today onwards, there will be no providence, only Buddha's fate. ”

The drunkard said, "I really don't know where your faith as a monk comes from. ”

The first one said, "Come with me." ”

The two of them left the cliff and came to the cliff between the giant peaks.

The first one looked at the very dilapidated pear tree, and after a long silence, he said: "This tree was planted by the Buddha himself, and the pear is separation, which means separation from the world." ”

The drunkard said with a solemn expression: "Once it blooms in five hundred years, is it possible that Haotian will be five hundred years away?"

The first seat said: "I don't know the age inside, Hao dog...... There will be no return to the world. ”

The drunkard raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "If Haotian kills the Buddha, he will naturally be able to return." ”

The first one said calmly: "The Buddha has become nirvana, how can he be killed?"

The drunkard frowned, until this time, no one knew whether the Buddha was alive or dead, this giant peak called Prajna, was incarnated by the Buddha's body, so where is the Buddha's consciousness?

The first one knelt down on the chessboard in the rain and praised: "My Buddha knows 5,000 years ago, and I know 5,000 years later, he is not in the Hanging Temple, not in the Buddha's body, the Buddha is in this small chessboard, waiting for Haotian for a full 5,000 years, and finally waiting for today's meeting, what kind of wisdom and compassion is this?"

The drunkard's expression was slightly cold, and he felt more and more incomprehensible, if the consciousness of the Buddha was indeed in the chessboard, why did the first one say that Haotian could not be destroyed? What is Nirvana?

Looking at the ordinary chessboard, he pondered for a long time, but still found nothing.

This chessboard is the battlefield where the Buddha waits for Haotian, unless the master returns to the world, no one can enter, no one is qualified to participate, even he cannot.

It is worth thinking about that when Haotian entered the chessboard, there was still a person around him, and indeed no one could enter the chessboard, but that person had already entered the chessboard in advance, what impact would he have on this war?

The drunkard said, "There's a problem. ”

The first one said, "What's the problem?"

The drunkard said, "There is a man. ”

In addition to Heaven and Buddha, there is also a person on the chessboard.

The first one said calmly, "Although Ning Que's realm has improved quite quickly, he only knows the fate realm, how can he be qualified to participate in things of such a level?"

Knowing the fate realm is the pinnacle of cultivating the five realms, but the first seat of the sutra and the drunkards are all the strongest people in the five realms, so they don't care, even they can't touch this battle of the Heavenly Buddha, let alone Ning Que.

The drunkard said with a stern expression: "Even if he can't affect the things on the chessboard, but he can affect the world outside the chessboard, he is on the chessboard, how can the academy not care?"

There are two supreme masters in the academy who are more than five realms and twenty-three years cicadas, and there is a Jun Mo who no one knows how far he will go when he initiates a surge, if these people know that the Buddha Sect trapped Ning Que to death in the chessboard, what will they do? Will Jun Mo be mad?

The first one smiled and said, "The Lord asked you to summon the message, isn't that exactly what is going on today?"

No one could have imagined where Sang Sang and Ning Que were at this time, not even themselves.

Looking at some familiar streets, some impressions are still unfamiliar people's clothing, the two were silent for a long time, Ning Que thought about things, and even forgot to put away the big black umbrella.

There are many shrines on the side of the street, which are dedicated to the Buddha or Venerable Statue, and the smell of spices fills the air, including spices to accompany food and incense burned in front of the Buddha, and the pedestrians are very happy.

He and Sang Sang entered the chessboard, but arrived in Chaoyang City.

"What's going on?"

"You ask me, who am I going to ask?"

Ning Que looked at Sang Sang and sighed, "Of course you went to ask the Buddha." ”

Sang Sang put his hands behind his back, walked in the middle of the white street, and said, "Then you have to find him first." ”

(In the second chapter, my wife and I went to walk the dog and take a break, and in the third chapter, we tried to come out before one o'clock.) ）