In the records of the Buddhist scriptures, there is a great virtue with a handsome face, very similar to the Buddha, countless believers mistakenly think that he is the Buddha, compete to worship, the great virtue is ashamed, and think that the common people are mistaken, so he holds a sharp knife to cut his face, becomes extremely ugly, when he goes out, he will hide his face and walk, every time he meets a child will be thrown a stone, and a vicious dog is barked and bitten, he was disgusted by the world, but he does not speak badly, there is no evil face, let the world humiliate Ou beat and do not fight back, foolish and gratifying, eventually become a Buddha, with great magical powers, is to hide the face of the Buddha.

Ning Que didn't understand, why did the Qingban monk just wipe it with the monk's sleeve a few times, and then it became the legendary real Buddha seat, and after a moment of silence, he said in a deep voice: "You are already dead, even if you become a Buddha here, you are still dead, since you are a dead person, how can you leave us behind?"

"Thinking is the intention, the intention is the force, I don't want you to go, you have to stay. ”

The green board monk covers his face with his sleeves, his face has no eyes and no lips, but he can speak, there is a compassionate atmosphere between the words, solemn atmosphere, and the Buddha's light comes out through the sleeves, which is extremely gorgeous.

As soon as the words fell, the monk's sleeves fell to Ning Que's face, and there was endless Buddha power in between.

Ning Que had already prepared, and with a bang, the iron knife came out of its sheath and slashed in the air.

The monk's sleeve and the iron knife met, silently, but the autumn trees by the lake were bent down by the wind, only the dense clicking sound was heard, and countless trees broke from the break, revealing white stubble.

A touch of monk's sleeves fluttered in the wind.

The iron knife broke out of its sleeve and landed on the neck of the green board monk, and the black blade became red at some point, and there were countless high temperatures, and the Vermilion Bird roared in the flames.

The Qingban monk's face has no facial features, and it is difficult to reflect the emotion, but at this time, the word shock can be clearly seen.

He couldn't understand why Ning Que's iron knife could break Fowei so easily.

"In Chang'an City before, I killed you once, and I was in Zhihai at that time. I have proved to you that I have no Buddha in my heart, and even though I have been practicing Buddha for many years, I still do so. ”

Ning Que slashed the blade in his hand between the neck of the Qingban monk and said, "So I can kill you again." ”

The blade retracted, and the head of the green monk, like a ripe fruit, fell between his shoulders and landed on the floor. The bones rolled under the broken tree by the lake.

The body of the Qingban monk was still standing, and there were countless golden liquids flowing in the neck cavity, slowly evaporating into the air.

Under the tree, facial features reappeared on the face of the green board monk.

He blinked his eyes with some difficulty, remembering the picture of countless years of reading scriptures and worshipping the Buddha in the White Pagoda Temple. Only then did I realize that the original qiē was empty.

He looked at the far east, revealing mixed feelings, some confusion, some sadness, and then slowly closed his eyes, presumably never to open them again.

It was only at this time that the Qingban monk or Dao Shi really woke up. before he really died.

On the surface of the headless body left by the Qingban monk, many cracks suddenly appeared, and the cracks gradually widened, and a golden liquid flowed out of it. When it meets the wind, it becomes the purest Buddha-nature brilliance.

Ning Que looked at the scene in front of him silently, and didn't notice Sangsang sitting on the shore of the lake behind him. Looking at these golden Buddha natures, his brows frowned slightly. His face was a little pale.

In addition to the reasons he said earlier, the most important thing is that he has now become very powerful, so powerful that it is beyond his own imagination.

In the Xiling Temple, he was cut off by Sangsang, and resurrected with Haotian's divine power, if he has experienced countless times of easy tendon washing, his current body has no dirt, and it is unimaginably pure.

In the cliff cave of the Hanging Temple, he completed the homework assigned by Master Lotus Sheng - if you want to cultivate demons, you must first cultivate Buddha, and the two sects of Buddha and Demon are both derived from greed for heaven and avoiding the sun.

According to Liansheng's statement back then, the Demon Dao is all accessible to the Divine Realm, and his Buddha and Demon Dao are all connected, coupled with the teachings of the Master, Haoran Qi has reached the peak of knowing his fate, and even faintly saw the threshold!

Now he can also kill people with his meditation thoughts, and he can kill people even more with a knife, not to mention the pseudo-Buddha of the Qingban monk, who is the strong man of the rank of the elder of the precepts of the Hanging Temple, he can also wield a knife to cut it.

Sang Sang whispered on the shore of the lake: "I see. ”

She has seen through the sky, and naturally she has seen through the world, Chaoyang City is fake, Baita Temple is fake, the lonely tree and black crow in the small courtyard are also fake, so the greens in the vegetable field and the kimchi jar in the kitchen are naturally also fake, if they are all fake, then who is real?

This is the world on the chessboard.

On the cliff of the Hanging Temple, she took Ning Que into the chessboard, just to find the Buddha, but she was mistaken here for a thousand years, just like when she entered the chessboard in the Rotten Ke Temple.

I don't know if I'm a guest in my dream.

At that time, she was on that mountain, she saw the truth and the false, and experienced endless loneliness, with no one to accompany and no one to talk to.

Compared with back then, this time there was one more person beside her, and it seemed that she was no longer so lonely, but she understood better that without that person, the Buddha would not have been able to trap herself for so many years.

She stood up, looked at Ning Que quietly and said, "A green pear fell into a dream, how many years have we wasted here, how many years have you mistaken me." ”

Ning Que ignored her, just thinking about how many years the two of them had lived in this chessboard world, and the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, because the years were so long that even the picture of the first years was blurred.

"Master Qishan said back then, from the front of the chessboard, a moment is a year, from the back of the chessboard, a year is a moment, from which side do we enter?

Sang Sang was about to get angry, but after listening to Ning Que's question, he realized that he didn't care about his anger at all, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Since I came in, how can the Buddha be so free." ”

Ning Que asked, "Can you roughly calculate it?"

Sang Sang thought for a while and said, "At most, it will only be a few years." ”

The concept of the level of time flow rate, even if Ning Que is now at the peak of his fate, he has no way to understand it, but for Haotian, it is not too difficult to do.

"It's dangerous. ”

Sangsang looked at the far east and said, "I almost got lost in time. ”

"Fortunately, I woke up. ”

Ning Que looked at the sky, thinking about the sound of the axe, a little puzzled.

Now he naturally understands that cultivating Buddha in the White Pagoda Temple is a very dangerous thing. He gradually became obsessed with the Dharma, and if he were another practitioner, no matter how high his realm, it would be difficult for him to wake up from that world of tranquility and joy. If you can't wake up, you won't be able to see through the world of this chessboard, and you won't be able to go back to the real world.

Luckily, there were fragments of Lotus Sheng's consciousness in his sea of consciousness.

Liansheng is a high-ranking monk and a mad demon in the sea of blood, and he was once obsessed with Buddha. I hate the Buddha even more, and only with such a miraculous existence can I maintain my clarity in the boundless Dharma, and use the fragments of my consciousness to turn into an axe and keep chopping his head, trying to wake him up with pain. So where did the axe in the sky come from, and who wanted to warn him?

Sang Sang said: "If you can't wake up, I will probably never wake up, in this case, then what you owe me will be offset by this, and I will not punish you." ”

Ning Que knew what she meant, if it weren't for him. How can she have attachment to the world, how can the worldly days tie her so deeply, and how can the chessboard trap her.

He smiled and didn't speak.

That's when it happened. Several rays of light suddenly appeared on the pitch-black sky.

Ning Que's expression was slightly grim, last time in the Rotten Ke Temple, he had also seen these pure rays of light in the chessboard, and knew every ray. It's the rules of the chessboard world.

The rules of the world are collapsing, and it is the most terrifying force.

He wasn't afraid. He has experience dealing with such situations.

He took out the big black umbrella and said to Sangsang, "Let's go?"

He used a question sentence, he didn't say let's go directly, and he didn't have any feelings, because he was a little uneasy, he was a little worried that she still wanted to stay in the chessboard, continue to find the Buddha and kill him, which was already a seemingly impossible task, and he was worried that she would return to the kingdom of God after leaving the chessboard and returning to the world.

According to Sangsang's previous rules, she would definitely choose to stay in the chessboard world and continue to search for the Buddha - that powerful enemy had trapped her for hundreds or even thousands of years before she knew it, and the more she did, the more she would kill the Buddha, because she was the great Haotian.

Today, her cousin was a little unexpected, walked up to him, and said calmly, "Go." ”

Ning Que was stunned and handed over the umbrella.

With a soft sound, Sangsang opened the big black umbrella, as if he had opened a piece of night.

The night covered her and Ning Que all.

A moment passed, a moment passed, a whisker passed, a snap of a finger passed, a moment passed, a moment passed, a day and night passed.

It seems that countless catastrophes have passed, the black umbrella is still on the lakeside, Ning Que and Sang Sang are still under the umbrella, nothing happened, they haven't left, they are still in the chessboard.

Ning Que remembered what the Qingban monk said before he died: I don't want you to go.

The world doesn't want them to go.

His face was slightly pale, and the hand holding Sang Sang trembled slightly.

But why is that?

In the Ranke Temple, they entered the chessboard, the rules of the world chased Sangsang, they opened the black umbrella, the rules of the world could no longer find them, and they disappeared.

Why did you open the black umbrella today and not leave?

Sang Sang looked at the dark sky, was silent for a moment, and then said, "I can't perceive the outside world. ”

She is the rule, as long as she can communicate with the rules of the world outside the chessboard, she can return to the world, just like even if she dies, she can still return to the Haotian Divine Kingdom, which is the same reason.

The big black umbrella can make the rules of this world not find them, and it can also help her communicate with the rules of the outside world, if she can't perceive it, then there are only two possibilities.

The umbrella is broken, or maybe something is wrong with her.

If the big black umbrella is not broken, then there is something wrong with Sangsang.

Without waiting for Ning Que to ask, she said, "I've become a lot weaker. ”

Her expression was slightly confused.

Even though she was infused with the power of the world by her master, even though she was brought into the world by Ning Que and dyed with countless red dust, she became weaker and weaker, but she still looked indifferent and extremely confident.

Because she is very strong, even if she is weaker, she is still unimaginably strong.

Now, however, she found herself really weak, unimaginably weak.

She closed her eyes and began to think about why.

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