Volume 5 The Stroke of God Chapter 151 Cultivating the Buddha (I)
After the snow falls, in fact, the mountain is still the same mountain, and it looks no different from the world, and every mountain in this world, and the exposed black cliff stone does not have any special place, or rough or smooth, no luster, no breath of life, silent ...... It's a cliff.
Ning Que stood in front of the mountain with Sangsang on his back, looking at the mountain that showed his true face, and looked at it for a long time, until the gold on the golden pond was blown into countless pieces by the night wind, and it was still a mountain.
Did the Buddha wake up? Is the Buddha alive or dead? Waiting for the answer to be revealed but not knowing what the answer is, which makes him very nervous.
"We won the bet?"
"It doesn't seem to be. â
"Why?"
Ning Que was very disappointed and angry, sat on the ground, and kept kicking his legs like a wronged child or a wronged frog, kicking the snow in front of him everywhere.
Sangsang said calmly: "Because the Buddha is the Buddha, not the cat." â
Hearing this, Ning Que was silent for a long time, he understood, and understood, from the very beginning, his conjecture with Sang Sang was different from the truth of the matter.
That ideal reality about cats, to have a box, to have an extremely elaborate poisoning device, the Buddha has no reason to trap himself in that situation, so what is nirvana?
Nirvana is still a quantum superposition, but it has nothing to do with life and death, only about location, and when you go to look at it, it suddenly appears there, or here, the Buddha didn't design the device that could poison him, but he could devise other ways to make Haotian unable to find himself.
"We still won. Ning Que stood up. Looking at the mountain in front of him, he said: "See, the Buddha is here, this mountain is the Buddha, and if it is destroyed, it will be." â
Sangsang said, "No, the Buddha is among all beings. â
Ning Que understood what she meant, observation is certainty, the Buddha is not purely dependent on the quantum of observation to determine attributes, there is self-awareness, then it can appear in any position.
The beings of the Buddhas in the chessboard world are the embodiment of this state. Sangsang is not wrong, the aunt who sells vegetables can be a Buddha, the golden pond can be a Buddha, and the willow lotus leaves can be a Buddha. Even the frog that Ning Que kissed a few days ago may really be the Buddha.
This snow-capped mountain is also the Buddha, and it should be the central coordinate of the Buddha in the chessboard world, only in this way, the Buddha in the superimposed state can ensure his own existence.
But it is useless to destroy this snow-capped mountain, because the Buddha can appear in countless places, moving faster than the light, and no one can really find him, and naturally no one can kill him.
Ning Que said: "When we came to the far east, the world began to tremble. Countless Buddhas began to get nervous. Begin to be afraid, proving that this snow-capped mountain is very important to the Buddha. â
At this moment, there was a vibration from the periphery of the golden pond, and countless Buddhas walked in the field, among which there were several great bodhisattvas who changed and were born when crossing the Styx. The power of the Buddha is boundless.
Sensing the changes in the snow-capped mountains, the Buddha revealed his true face, and countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas sat cross-legged on the ground one after another, chanting the scriptures with great sincerity. The light of the Buddha illuminates the dark sky and the foot of the mountain.
The light of the Buddha was too strong, even a big black umbrella in the dark night could no longer be hidden, and a layer of golden light plated onto Ning Que and Sang Sang's bodies, and then dipped into their bodies.
Inspired by the Buddha, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas came to the East, to suppress the evil, there was a shocking roar in the wilderness, a hundreds of feet high green lion roared to the sky, and the Buddha's light flourished again.
Ning Que's face turned pale, because the light was too bright, because he felt pain, and because the Sang Sang hidden in his body was sad in these Buddha lights.
He sensed Sangsang's weakness, riding the Bodhisattvas of the Green Lion and the White Tiger, each as strong as Jizo Bodhisattva, and he knew that Sangsang would never be able to defeat the other again.
"Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty ......"
Ning Que looked at the countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness, and said with a laugh: "If this snow-capped mountain is not their ancestor, what are they anxious about, what are they afraid of?"
As he spoke, there was a lot of smoke and dust in the wilderness, and a yellow dragon roared towards the snow mountain, and at the forefront was the green lion hundreds of feet high, rushing and sweeping, the sky and the earth changed color!
Looking at the green lion that seemed to be about to swallow the night dome, Ning Que thought of the powerful realm means of the Jizo Bodhisattva in the River Styx, and couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, now that Sang Sang was even weaker, how could he be the opponent of these Bodhisattvas.
To his surprise, the green lion ran to the golden pond and suddenly stopped, because it stopped so suddenly, and the huge body fell hard, and I don't know how many black dirt fields were lifted.
The green lion seemed to be very afraid of the water in the pond, stretched out its front paws and tentatively wanted to step on the narrow mud paths between the ponds, but its body was so spoiled, one paw was like a palace in the palace of the world, heavy as a mountain, the mud path was suddenly trampled, and the pool water soaked into its claws.
Only a painful and fearful howl could be heard, and the willow trees by the thousands of ponds bent down again, and the green lion retreated in fear, and the golden Buddha light kept rising from its paws, as if burning.
The green lion retreated in fear, and the field was quiet for a moment, and countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas did not dare to try to enter this golden pond, so they could only sit cross-legged on the ground and chant sutras.
Ning Que didn't understand, he and Sang Sang entered the golden pond, although those Buddha lights also made them a little uncomfortable, but where could they feel extremely painful and frightened like the green lion?
Why do these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas dare not enter the golden ponds around the snow-capped mountains, if it is said that the ban set by the Buddha, how can there be a reason specifically for believers to pass on the people?
Sang Sang said: "At least one thing in the academy is right, the Buddhist sect is really disgusting. â
The Buddha Nirvana, entering the state of quantum superposition, because these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas exist zĂ i, the Buddha in Nirvana does not have too strong self-preservation ability, and it is strictly forbidden for the disciples of the Buddha to approach the snow-capped mountains.
The thousands of golden ponds surrounding the snow-capped mountains are forbidden by the Buddha.
The same is true of the most devout believers and descendants...... Ning Que sighed a little, thinking to himself that on such a day, even if he could really avoid Haotian's eyes and save zĂ i forever, what was the point?
His eyesight is excellent, and he can see the monk on the back of the green lion, and he can't help but mutter, if the Buddha is among all living beings, will he become this monk?
"If the Buddha is in the wilderness at this time, can't he lift his own ban?"
"No, because the Buddha at the time of the ban was not the Buddha of the present. â
"What's the benefit of setting yourself such a problem?"
"The good thing is that the Buddha in the state of Nirvana never needs to worry about being woken up. â
"We're here, we've woken him up. â
"The Buddha didn't expect that we would be able to come here, and even if we came, it wouldn't affect his state, because we are not bodhisattvas, nor Buddhas, and we can't compete with them for Buddhist beliefs. â
Ning Que looked at the young monk on the green lion, and suddenly had an idea.
Sangsang directly rejected his idea and said: "The Buddha is uncertain, naturally it is impossible to have the true power of the law, but even if he turns into a bodhisattva, where can you kill him?"
Ning Que said: "I'm not sad, anyway, those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas can't get in." â
Sangsang said: "But I am gradually weakening, and if I continue to stalemate like this, I will always die." â
"I've said many times that I'm not going to let you die. â
Ning Que looked at the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness, smiled and said, "The arrival of these people, as well as what you just said, have proved that my guess is right. â
"Even if you guess correctly, this snow-capped mountain is the Buddha's Buddha nature, there is nothing you can do to change the current situation, because you can't kill the Buddha. â
"Why do you have to kill the Buddha?"
Ning Que walked to the nearest pond, took out an iron knife and cut off a few branches of the pond willow, then put down the knife, sat under the willow tree and began to weave non-stop, wanting to weave something, his movements were a little clumsy.
Sangsang asked, "What do you want to make up?" â
Ning Que said: "I want to make a knife,
Sangsang thought for a moment and said, "I'll come." â
Ning Que smiled and handed over the control of his body.
In the Yanming Lake house, Sang Sang's favorite thing to do is to pick the weeping willows by the lake to weave small objects, and soon a cute willow knife appeared in his hand.
Sang Sang handed his body back to him and asked, "What do you do with the willow knife?"
Ning Que smiled but didn't answer, and cut off a lotus flower.
He used lotus flowers to fill some of the water in the pond, slightly poured the lotus branches, and poured the water in the flowers on the iron knife, which suddenly became extremely sharp, and the golden color was mixed, and the Buddha's meaning was strong.
After doing these strange things, he carried Sangsang's body on his back, holding a big black umbrella in one hand and an iron knife in the other, and walked towards the snowy mountain.
Sangsang said, "What are you going to do?...... If you don't answer this time, I'll kill you. â
Ning Que said, "I'm going to see the Buddha." â
Sangsang said, "Why do you want to see the Buddha? And you have already seen it." â
Ning Que said: "I told you a long time ago that the purpose of seeing the Buddha is to cultivate the Buddha, and if you don't cultivate the Buddha, how can you get rid of the three poisons of greed, hatred, and ignorance in your body, and how can you tear this dark sky apart?"
Sangsang asked, "Do you really want to practice Buddhism?"
Ning Que said: "If I can't kill the Buddha, I will cultivate the Buddha, I will take away his Buddha nature, cultivate myself into the Buddha, I let all beings believe in me, what can the Buddha do to me?"
Sang Sang was a little confused and asked, "What are you going to do...... Cultivate yourself as a Buddha?"
"I had already thought about it, before I crossed the river. â
Ning Que came to a certain cliff flat, untied Sang Sang's body, raised a dark and heavy iron knife, slashed heavily at the cliff floor, and said, "I'll rebuild this Buddha." â
"This is what you call cultivating Buddha?"
"Cultivating the Buddha...... Isn't it just to repair the Buddha all over again?"
"The academy thinks things are always so weird?"
"The second senior brother's cultivation of Buddhism is also repair, but his repair is fighting, but I am really cultivating. â
Ning Que slashed the cliff floor all the way, and began to cut the protruding stones at the edges, and said proudly: "The toes of the Buddha are too wide, I have to cultivate them more delicately." â
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