My sister wants to cross the river, which one will carry me? I'll carry you...... Ning Que hummed a tune, carried his sister on his back, and walked towards the woods by the river, happy and proud to the heart of Cheng Dù, who crossed the hurdle of Jizo Bodhisattva, and the pressure accumulated these days was naturally released wildly.

There were still countless Buddhas in the wilderness west of the river who were looking for him and Sangsang and wanted to kill him and Sangsang, but he believed that those Buddhas could not cross the river - there were countless skeletons of resentful souls in the river.

Those things have a low IQ, their ability is not small, there is no command of Jizo Bodhisattva, there is no distinction between friends and enemies, where will those Buddhas be spared, you must know that the light of the Buddha can suppress ghosts, and it is also an excellent nourishment for ghosts, Ning Que and Sangsang can rely on Haotian Shenhui to purify, those Buddhas do not have this ability.

Walking to the edge of the forest, the singing suddenly stopped, and Ning Que fell to his knees in the moss on the ground, holding the wetland with both hands and vomiting blood, and his face turned pale sharply in pain.

Where is Jizo Bodhisattva so easy to kill, until this time, he found that his body was extremely injured, as if the battlefield after a bloody battle, there were wounds everywhere, bleeding everywhere, and it became very difficult to find an intact bone, as for the mental power in the sea of consciousness, it was even more chaotic.

He turned around with difficulty, sat down against a redwood tree, gasped hard, hugged Sangsang in his arms, and said, "I felt a little unreliable just now, and you were too fierce when you fought." ”

Sang Sang said in his heart: "How?"

"This is my body, you should take care of it. ”

Ning Que thought about the bloody battle she had with the Jizo Bodhisattva before, and thought that the Jizo Bodhisattva's incomparably powerful human head had ruined her body like that, and she didn't blink her eyes, she was very helpless.

Sangsang said: "That's why I should cherish it. ”

Ning Que said angrily: "Don't die to win, don't I understand this truth? I just want you to say something nice, they have all become one, why can't you even say affectionate words?"

The unity in his words naturally means something else.

Sangsang said: "Even if you break your body, what can you do." ”

Ning Que was furious, turned her body over, slapped her ass twice, snapped, and said, "If there is a next time, I will not be polite to your body carefully." ”

Sang Sang seemed to be a little tired, and no longer paid attention to him, and the fight became a person's fight, naturally boring, he leaned on the trunk of the tree and looked at the scenery on the other side boredly, passing the time.

It stands to reason that he should be in a hurry to meditate and retreat at this time to heal the injuries on his body and restore his mental power, but he didn't do anything, and as time passed, the injuries would naturally heal.

Haotian is one with him, when it comes to life restoration, who can be stronger than him?

Ning Que stood up and was about to leave with Sangsang on his back, when he suddenly saw a lot of Buddha light faintly appearing in the redwood remnants on the opposite bank, and then the sound of scriptures sounded.

Each golden ball of light was a Buddha, and it was a Buddha who had faced them and was injured by them, and the number of Buddhas in the redwood remnants was naturally far greater than what he had seen.

Ning Que thought that these Buddhas couldn't cross the river, so he was naturally not in a hurry, looked at the other side with a smile, and even waved hello to the Buddha at the front - that Buddha was an acquaintance, when he and Sangsang were listening to the play in Chaoyang City, they all bought tickets in the hands of this Buddha, and he still doesn't know what kind of Buddha this Buddha is.

The black dome gradually brightened, the river bank gradually brightened, the light of the Buddha gradually flourished, and the sound of the scriptures gradually became sober, for a while, I don't know how many thousands of Buddhas came to the bank of the Styx, looking at the other side in silence.

Ning Que's expression became solemn, with his eyesight, he couldn't even count how many Buddhas there were, and what shocked him even more was that those Buddhas actually began to walk towards the River Styx.

Tens of thousands, or even more, Buddhas, bypassing the collapsed redwood trees, walking across the wet and soft river beach, silently walked into the clear water, black and oppressive, as if a large army crossed the river.

There are more resentful soul skeletons in the depths of the River Styx, they sense the Buddha's light and Buddha's breath on these Buddhas, but they don't sense the coercion in the buildings of the Jizo Bodhisattvas, and after a little hesitation, they finally didn't suppress their instinctive love for light, and their greed for those pure Buddha's breath surged up.

The clear river water turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the calm river suddenly became extremely turbulent, some lowly Buddhas were directly swept away by the river, and then became food for resentful spirits, while the high cultivated Buddhas were surrounded by dozens or even hundreds of resentful spirits, constantly devouring, and the scene looked extremely terrifying.

What Ning Que is puzzled about is that in the whole process, none of the Buddhas have made a sound, they silently entered the water, were silently swept away, silently devoured, silently turned into countless fragments of golden light, and even the Buddhist scriptures that obviously had an extremely calming effect on resentful souls and wild ghosts, they no longer chanted, as if they were deliberately sending them to death.

There are dozens of Buddhas who are so profound in the Dharma that they could have saved the Buddhas around them who had sunk into hell if they had tried to save themselves, not to mention self-preservation, but they did nothing

, just clasped his hands together and walked silently towards the depths of the River Styx.

Countless Buddhas walked into the gloomy Styx River in this way, rising and falling in the river, densely crowded together, and from time to time Buddhas were swept away by the water, dragged away by resentful spirits, and torn into pieces by the white claws of skeletons.

Looking at this shocking and speechless scene, Ning Que no longer had the feeling of crossing the river with a large army, and felt as if it was a scene on the prairie where countless bison were devoured by crocodiles when they crossed the river.

Why? Why are these Buddhas so silent and going to death so calmly? Ning Que even saw a Buddha devoured by a resentful soul in the black waves, and the expression on his face was still so resolute.

At this moment, the earth suddenly shook, Ning Que Huoran looked back, looked at the place where the shaking started, and saw that the sky in the far east suddenly became extremely bright, and there was a supreme Buddha power rising there.

The light of the Buddha came to the banks of the River Styx in an instant, illuminating all life in the woods and on the banks of the forest.

The light fell, plating Ning Que's clothes with a layer of golden light, and he felt an extremely powerful coercion, and also felt that Sang Sang was weakening, and quickly opened the big black umbrella.

The Buddha's light also fell on the River Styx, and the dark water did not become clear, but it tumbled violently, as if someone had placed a fire under the River Styx, and in an instant, countless rivers of the River Styx were boiled.

In the boiling water of the River Styx, countless Buddhas are still moving forward silently, and the countless resentful souls who are devouring the Buddha's breath raise their heads, looking at the Buddha's light obsessively, and the countless skeletons that are tearing the Buddha's body stop their movements in a daze, wanting to look at the Buddha's light, but they are a little timid, and then whether it is a resentful soul or a skeleton, they gradually become extremely thin points of light.

Dense dots of light, like fireflies, floated in the boiling river and fell on those Buddhas who were still alive, and the Buddha's breath was suddenly lifted, and the expression on his face became more resolute, and he kept walking towards the other side of the Buddha's light in the far east.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect?" Ning Que said to himself.

"Ten thousand ghosts cross the river. Sangsang said contemptuously.

Whether it is the Ten Thousand Buddhas Dynasty Sect or the Ten Thousand Ghosts crossing the river, Ning Que doesn't know why these Buddhas do this, and he doesn't understand what the Buddha is devoured by ghosts, and the ghosts are still attached to the Buddha, but he knows that these Buddhas have become stronger and more terrifying, and he even saw thousands of resentful souls turned into a green lion in the boiling river, and there was an inconspicuous Buddha who was carried up by this green lion and walked on the surface of the river, is it a Bodhisattva?

A Jizo Bodhisattva almost forced Ning Que and Sangsang into a desperate situation, and the Styx washed the body, if there were a few more great Bodhisattvas with a similar realm, how could they survive?

What else is there to think about at such a time? The light of the Buddha in the far east is gradually fading, and countless Buddhas and the great bodhisattvas between them are about to reach the other side.

Running all the way, running is a hundred days.

Ning Que himself didn't know how far he had run with Sangsang on his back in the past 100 days, he only knew how to run desperately, and throw the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas behind him as far away as possible.

In the journey of running, there were plateau meadows, land inland seas, and steep mountains, and he did not know where he had run, only that he was heading towards the far east.

From the fourth day onwards, he could no longer hear the chanting behind him, and when he occasionally turned back, he could not see the Buddha's light in the night dome, but he knew that those Buddhas would never stop, as long as he stopped or slowed down, then one day he would be chased by the other party, and those Buddhas belonged to turtles.

The world is vast, he ran wild for a hundred days, and there was no end in sight, fortunately he didn't need to discern the direction, and he didn't need to worry about running back to where he was, because the Buddha was right ahead.

The more and more clear the Buddha light is, it means that the Buddha is getting closer and closer, and the strange thing is that those Buddha lights do not cause harm to him and Sangsang like the previous Buddha lights, but make them feel a little comfortable.

Although he felt comfortable, his mood was not relaxed, Ning Que and Sang Sang talked less and less these days, and they remained silent for a long time during the running, because he was thinking that he was going to see the Buddha soon and start gambling on his life, so he was in a heavy mood, and Sang Sang was thinking about something.

If you want to cultivate the Buddha, you must first see the Buddha, and the Buddha will wake up from the state of Nirvana, either alive or dead - the eldest of heaven, the old master 2, the third of the Buddha, now Sangsang is weak, if the Buddha is born, she and Ning Que will die.

Ning Que and Sang Sang are each other's destiny, he should know what she thinks, but this time the things she thinks about are too complicated and too profound, and the thinking lines that he can perceive are densely difficult to see, let alone understand, just like a mess, entangled in the hearts of the two, understanding this, his mood became more and more heavy, and even Sang Sang didn't come up with a way, what should he do after seeing the Buddha?

One day, when he came to a meadow, a snowy peak faintly appeared in the distance, and he broke the silence that had been there for many days, and said: "When I first learned to practice, I went to gamble for money, which shows that I was probably a natural gambler, and now I am in the number of five or five, and of course I have the courage to bet my whole net worth." ”

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(When I got home, I didn't have much rest for a day and a night, and I was extremely tired.) ）