"Aren't you curious why I was able to fix it so quickly?"

"You said, it's familiar. ”

"Can't even hear the kind words?"

"I haven't heard you speak in years. ”

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

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

"Because my conjecture is right, after sixteen years of cultivating Buddha, your poison is getting clearer and clearer, although I haven't woken up, it has also 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 skills are really good, you give me a piece of rotten wood, and the objects I carved out will be sold for at least a few hundred taels of silver in the world, I am not only a Fu Dao master now, I am also a master carver, no, I am a generation of grandmasters." ”

Sang Sang hummed softly, looking very calm.

Ning Que was a little surprised, and said, "I said a lot of silver, why didn't you react?"

Sang Sang sighed, and after a while said, "I'm a little tired and 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 was no longer as lost as the previous times, thinking that although the heart was gradually gone, Sang Sang was still weak, and she really should sleep more.

Sleep is the best way to rejuvenate the spirit-Sangsang has been sleeping for sixteen years, and he has not slept in these sixteen years, and he is sleepy and tired to the point of unimaginable dù.

He took out the dried frog jerky from his bosom, tore off a few strands and stuffed them into his mouth and began to chew.

Frog meat is tender in fiber, and as long as it is cooked properly, it will be very delicious, such as spicy pot, such as green pepper boiling, or roasting. But no matter how delicious it is, if you don't stop eating it for many years, it will always turn into wood residue in the mouth of diners, and no matter how greedy you are, you will want to vomit even if you eat frogs for 16 years.

Ning Que didn't vomit, there was no expression on his face, he chewed mechanically, and he looked very wooden. Until you chew all the dried frog meat in your mouth into minced pieces, then swallow.

The tragic experience of his childhood made him soberly realize that the most difficult enemy of human beings is definitely not unpalatable food, but no food. Because hunger is worse than death.

Since the end of the last decade, he has rarely thought about food, the time is too long, the loneliness is too difficult, he spends all his time and energy on cultivating Buddha, wanting to leave here early, so he catches a lot of frog meat in the golden pond. Then it was dried on the cliff wall, and the wind and sun turned into jerky, and these frog jerkys became his main food, and he didn't need to spend time processing it at all. When you are hungry, take some out and eat them.

The dried frog meat had no taste, no matter how much he chewed it, he couldn't chew any flavor, and it was difficult to swallow, so he sat on the edge of the cliff and watched the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the wilderness. Use the other person's pain as a seasoning.

The Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness became more and more angry, as he cultivated the Buddha's body more and more unseemly. He also carved a lady's garment to the Buddha, and this anger reached the top, and the chanting sound that echoed between heaven and earth became more and more majestic, and the Buddha light falling on his body became more and more terrifying.

The real horror is the hundreds of feet tall green lion.

The front hooves of the green lion were covered with blood and mud stains, and it lowered its lion head and slowly licked its injured front hooves, no longer whistling as in previous years, but there was a great sense of domineering and sinister in its silence.

A few days ago, the green lion finally stepped into the golden pond, although he couldn't run down the mountain, only stepped through a few ponds, and was shocked back to the field by the Buddha's prohibition, but after all, it was progress.

The green lion has not become stronger, but the Buddha statue has been gradually deformed under the iron knife of Ning Que, and the mana left by the Buddha here has become weaker and weaker, and the prohibition has naturally become weaker.

The hundreds of zhang high green lion no longer healed, raised his head, the lion's head broke through the clouds, the picture was very shocking, it looked at Ning Que on the Buddha statue, his expression was solemn and cold, full of determination to kill.

Ning Que was very tired and sleepy, and Sang Sang fell asleep again, which made him very gloomy, and he felt that the frog meat was really hard to eat, so he was in a bad mood at this time.

He wanted to rest for a while and do something else to recuperate his boring and lonely career of cultivating Buddhas, but at this moment, he saw the green lion in the field raising his head and provoking, and he immediately became angry.

He untied his iron bow, pulled the hard string to its fullest form, and then released his finger without warning, and a round flow of breath burst out between the strings, and the black iron arrow disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, the handsome monk who was sitting cross-legged on the back of the green lion suddenly burst out of his chest, and then fell towards the ground hundreds of feet, smashing into the field with a muffled sound.

The monk died, but the Buddha did not die, or for the sixteen years before, the monk was the Buddha, but when the arrow came to the body, he was not the Buddha.

He and Sang Sang's judgment was not wrong, the position of the Buddha in this world is unpredictable, even the light can't catch up, and the Yuan Thirteen Arrows are naturally difficult to catch up.

The Qingjun monk died like this, the green lion was very stunned, and then extremely angry, and let out a violent roar at Ning Que on the cliff, the clouds before the lion's head were instantly shaken into countless extremely fine clouds, and the countless golden lotuses in the golden pond fell down one after another, and the momentum was unimaginable.

Ning Que also roared at the green lion, and the roar exploded in the field like thunder, without any words, but with an extremely domineering aura, extremely wild and wanton.

As he cultivated Buddha for a long time, the prohibition left by the Buddha gradually weakened, and the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the field could break through the golden pond at any time, so the green lion would be so confident and cold.

But it was also as the Buddha cultivated for a long time, the three poisons of greed, hatred, and ignorance in Sangsang gradually dissipated, Haotian slowly recovered his strength in his sleep, and Ning Que naturally became stronger.

In the end, it is necessary to return to time or cause and effect, cause and effect are in order, time is also in order, and order can determine the shape of the universe and the outcome of this war.

Ning Que was very confident, he knew that the final victory would inevitably be himself and Sangsang.

Shooting a great Bodhisattva with an arrow, and roaring with the green lion like a real beast, he felt very cool, and the boring and boring career of cultivating Buddhism became vivid because of this little episode, and the loneliness and rejection that had accumulated in his heart for many years disappeared in an instant, and he climbed to the bottom of the cliff on a high place and continued his cultivation of Buddhism.

Two years have passed, Ning Que repaired the Buddha's hands, the Buddha did not hold a pure bottle in his hands, nor did he hold the Falun, but held an umbrella - an umbrella cut from the black cliff, which was naturally a black umbrella.

In the beginning, it took him three years to repair one of the Buddha's feet, and then it took him ten years to repair the other foot, and at the same time to repair the hem of the maid's clothes, and it took him another three years to repair the maid's clothes worn by the Buddha.

Next, Ning Que's cultivation of the Buddha became much slower, because he had already come to the highest part of the mountain peak and began to cultivate the face of the Buddha, and there was no doubt that this was the most critical stage of cultivating the Buddha.

The iron knife fell between the plump face of the Buddha and the rounded earlobes, very slowly, and the blade seemed to be carrying a mountain, because of the prudence, so it felt extremely dignified.

Before you know it, it's another decade.

The Buddha's ears no longer hang down their shoulders, looming behind the newly carved hair, the Buddha's face is no longer round like a full moon, it has become much thinner, much smaller, and looks very ordinary.

The iron knife finally landed on the Buddha's lips.

The Buddha opened his lips, silently, and countless Buddha words suddenly sounded between heaven and earth, and the Buddha was brilliant in the field, and countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas chanted together, and a supreme Buddha power went straight into Ning Que's chest and abdomen.

With a pop, Ning Que spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes suddenly dimmed, and at the same time, he felt that Sang Sang in his heart frowned slightly, a little painful, as if he was about to wake up.

He knew that he was wrong, and he did not hesitate to cut out hundreds of knives, and directly cut off the Buddha's mouth, cutting it into a thin lip tightly pursed, so the Buddha's voice and Buddha's power quietly stopped.

The Buddha has finished cultivating.

The current Buddha, black, thin, and small, wears a loose maid's dress.

Sangsang woke up, looked at the Buddha and said, "You still like her better." ”

She in this sentence is not Mo Shanshan, although Mo Shanshan has two extremely thin lips and likes to purse tightly, Sang Sang said that the one he likes better is Hei Sang Sang.

Ning Que smiled and said: "I have been watching you in the world for twenty years, so I naturally like you more, and after watching you in the world for a long time in the future, I will naturally like you more now." ”

He looked at the face of Sangsang, carved out of black cliff stone, and laughed heartily, not full of joy.

Sangsang said: "She has no mouth. ”

Ning Que said: "Anyway, you don't like to talk. ”

Sangsang said: "How can you teach the world without speaking, and how can you become a Buddha by taking away the business?"

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

His practice has been completed, but he has not yet attained Buddhahood.

There are still very few remnants of the prohibition left by the Buddha, and the Buddha and Bodhisattva in the wilderness have entered the periphery of the golden pond in the past ten years, and the green lion has come to the bottom of the mountain not far away.

The green lion's body was full of wounds, and its four hooves carried up the silt at the bottom of the pond, like stained ink, and it slowly but firmly walked towards the mountain, each step as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Ten years, enough to rebuild the Buddha's face, and enough to happen, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas traveled from the wilderness, leaving footprints into a river, leading to the far west, there are clear rivers from the west, there are countless gloomy atmosphere, countless resentful souls and skeletons.

The river from the west is the River Styx, which has been summoned by countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas with great perseverance and supreme Dharma, constantly diluting the light of the Buddha in the golden pond.

Ning Que swung his knife and slashed down, the Vermilion Bird roared violently, and countless Haotian Divine Radiance gushed out from the blade, walked around the mountain, and cut out a bottomless ditch.

After the avalanche that year, countless snow accumulated under the cliff for decades, and suddenly melted into the fire, flowing into the ravine to become a new river, truly clear and quiet.

The water of the Styx and the new river met at the bottom of the mountain, did not merge, they were still distinct, looking at each other indifferently, maintaining their breath, neither of them could take a step forward.

Ning Que sat down cross-legged on the top of the Buddha, closed his eyes and began to meditate - after he finished cultivating the Buddha in the mountain, he began to cultivate the Buddha in his heart, he wanted to become a Buddha, and he wanted to become the only true Buddha in heaven and on earth.

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(My wife will arrive tomorrow, so I hope it will be easier.) ）