It has been said in the Buddhist scriptures that the Buddha statue is a great disrespectful behavior, but in fact, there are Buddha statues in countless ancient temples and temples in the world, and there are murals on the walls, and the stone Buddha statue on the top of the mountain behind the Rotten Ke Temple goes straight into the sky, and the body of the Buddha after his death turns into a giant peak, which is also a kind of Buddha statue, including the Elysium in this chessboard, there are also countless Buddha statues, but the Daomen who really rules this world, but has not set up a statue for Haotian, this situation vaguely reveals some problems.

There is a reason why the Buddha has erected countless Buddha statues - Ning Que wants to try the Buddha statue to see if he can cut off the connection between the Buddha and sentient beings, which is his cultivation of Buddha.

It's just that some things can be thought clearly and said proudly, but it is very difficult to actually do them. This snow-capped mountain is very majestic, if it is the Buddha's starting coordinates or the original Buddha's nature collection in this world, the wide cliff where he is located is only one of the Buddha's toes, and what is more troublesome is that the black rock in the mountain is very hard, even if he wields a knife with great luck, it is also very difficult.

The black iron knife kept falling on the black cliff stone, making a thunderous sound, and the shaking gravel rolled uneasily, but it could often only cut off a very thin layer of stone skin, at the current speed, Ning Que even if he only wanted to round the Buddha's toenails, I am afraid it would take a long time.

"When others are in a hurry, they will temporarily hold on to the Buddha's feet, but you give the Buddha pedicures. ”

Sang Sang felt that his approach was very incomprehensible, she couldn't figure out how Ning Que could change the current situation even if he renovated this Foshan again.

Ning Que kept chopping the cliff with an iron knife, and said: "I can't explain it clearly to you, but when you cultivate to the end, you will understand, the so-called cultivation of Buddha is cultivation of Buddha." ”

Cultivating the Buddha is cultivating the Buddha, and the two cultivations naturally do not mean the same thing. Sang Sang said: "Even so, will you cultivate? When will it be built?"

The statue of the Buddha on the tile mountain was directly cut off by Jun Mo with an iron sword, and he was cutting the giant peak, from this point of view, the academy is indeed better at destroying Buddha statues, and has no experience in repairing Buddha statues.

Ning Que inserted the iron knife into a crack in the cliff stone, pulled it hard, pulled a stone the size of a watermelon, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "You have a prejudice against the academy...... Who said we wouldn't build. We can build Chang'an City, can't we still build a Buddha statue?"

Sang Sang said: "You can't even weave willow branches, and you still want to carve something decent?"

Ning Que said: "I told you before, I have already thought about this matter, and I have thought about it on the other side of the river. Didn't I build a boat out of redwoods? ”

"Using a wooden boat to practice the hands of a Buddha statue sounds a little unreliable. ”

At most, the Buddha that was cultivated in the end was more ugly, and it didn't delay anything. ”

Sangsang was a little tired and felt that he had nothing to say, or did not want to continue talking to him, so he was silent.

Speaking is a one-sided thing, and there is no need for dialogue, and Ning Que continues to nag without care. Continue to swing the iron knife and slash at the stones between the cliffs, roaring incessantly, and the black stones fly wildly.

The countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the fields outside the golden pond could not hear what he was saying between the cliffs. But when I could see what he was doing, the expression on his face gradually became grim.

Especially the hundreds of feet tall male lion at the front, which looked extremely angry and a little uneasy. He let out a violent roar against the dark sky, and kept swinging his head. The mane on the neck of the green lion glowed with Buddha light, as deep as a forest, and with the angry head, it stood up one after another, looking like countless swords.

Ning Que was resting with an iron knife at this time, looking at the changes in the green lion in the distance, he was slightly stunned at first, then laughed, pointed to that place and said, "Look! That big cat is fried!"

Where will Sangsang pay attention to him.

Listening to the laughter coming from the mountain peaks, the green lion became more and more angry, and the movement of swinging the lion's head became more and more wild, and the violent air currents brought up actually tore the clouds in the sky to pieces!

In the terrifying turbulence and whistling sound, the manes glowing with Buddha light on the neck of the green lion shot out, turning into hundreds of black shadows, breaking through the clouds and flying to the front of the mountain!

The thousands of golden ponds outside the mountain are forbidden by the Buddha, and even the green lion cannot cross it, but its mane is lifeless and can launch long-range attacks.

The green lion's mane instantly came to the cliff, falling like rain, only to hear the sound of dense impact, countless gravel splattered everywhere, and each mane seemed to be an indestructible spear!

There were spears made of three manes, which were fiercely pierced on Sang Sang's body, Ning Que's expression was abrupt, and he rolled to her side on the spot, stretched out the big black umbrella, and inserted the handle of the umbrella into the cliff face.

Sangsang's body was not destroyed, but there was a thin white mouth on her cheeks, her body was a divine body, you can imagine what terrifying power was hidden in the mane of the green lion!

"Look, they're really scared, which means that what I'm doing is really useful. Ning Que clutched the handle of the umbrella, leaned on Sangsang's tall body, and whispered in her ear.

The long-range attack of the green lion's fury continued, and there was a dull crashing sound everywhere on the cliff, and two large manes landed on the big black umbrella, shocking Ning Que's mouth sore.

Immediately afterwards, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the field also sacrificed their magic weapons for cultivation, and threw them at the mountain peaks from a long distance, but the cultivation of these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas was obviously different from the green lion, and only a few great Bodhisattvas' magic weapons fell between the cliffs, bringing a shock, and more magic weapons could not fly to the cliffs at all, and fell down in the sky above the golden pond.

There seems to be an invisible cover in the sky above the golden pond, and those Buddha's Dharma weapons fall on it, and they are instantly shattered into pieces, turning into countless golden streamers, throwing them around, and those Dharma weapons contain Buddha light, and the pond becomes brighter, and the black sky seems to be illuminated.

Ning Que squinted his eyes, feeling the pain in his body, and looked at the field in silence.

After a long time, the terrorist attacks from the wilderness finally stopped, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were silent, and the green lion waved its lion head and let out an unwilling howl at the heavenly dome.

Ning Que put away the black umbrella, got up and looked at the field in the distance, angry but a little helpless, those great bodhisattvas and green lions are not something that he can resist now.

He held the black umbrella in his hand open to the field - this is a gesture of insult, as for whether those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas can understand it, it is not in his scope of consideration, and no one needs to understand the scolding.

Then he looked at the green lion whose mane had obviously decreased, and scolded: "Keep throwing it! If you have the ability, you can shake off all the rotten hair and turn into a bald donkey!

The green lion roared angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

Ning Que was even more angry, because Sangsang's body was almost injured, because those manes and magic weapons turned into Buddha light, making Sangsang weaker and more painful, which was something he couldn't accept.

The Buddha light between the mountain and the pond was extremely strong, he carried Sangsang behind his back, tied the handle of the umbrella in front of him, made sure that Sangsang's body was covered by a black umbrella, and walked to the original position with an iron knife.

The mountain was really strong, and even the mane of the green lion and the magic weapon of the bodhisattva only shattered a very thin layer of the surface between the cliffs, which did not help him in any way.

Ning Que carried Sangsang on his back, held a big black umbrella, bowed his body, and kept waving his iron knife at the hard cliff rock, just like an old farmer wearing a hat who kept plowing under the scorching sun.

Farming is always the hardest activity of human beings, and beads of sweat constantly appear on his forehead, dripping onto his hands and onto the ground, mixing with the slightly broken cliffs, as if irrigating.

"Really tired. He wiped off his sweat and gasped, "Why are you so tired?"

Sang Sang said: "I have planted peppers in the yard of Weicheng, and I am not tired. ”

Ning Que hurt his self-esteem a little, and said: "That's because you are weak and cold first, and you won't sweat, you try it like me?" Sweat runs everywhere, it's very annoying, your hands keep slipping, of course it's easy to get tired." ”

Sang Sang's voice was a little weak, but it was still ruthless: "You can't. ”

As I said before, what Ning Que doesn't like the most is being told that he can't be done, especially being told by a woman that he can't do it, and being told by his own woman that he can't do it the most.

"That's because you're fat! How can a woman not get tired with such a heavy load on your back! When you were in Weicheng back then, why didn't you say that you carried me to loosen the soil and prune the branches! You have to bear the main responsibility!"

He shouted angrily: "When I was a child, how could I suffer so much when I carried you on my back, not to mention that I want you to pick so thin, when you pick your body, you also have to pick a slim and well-proportioned one, right?"

Sangsang said, "You like to be thin?"

Ning Que said: "Is this something you like? I'm just talking about weight. ”

Sang Sang said: "You still like to be thin. ”

Ning Que threw the iron knife in his hand to the ground and said, "I said, this is not something I like!"

Sang Sang said: "The divine body I chose must be perfect, but in front of the gate of the Kingdom of God, I was infused with a red dust by your teacher, so I became fat, if you want to blame him, you should blame him." ”

Ning Que silently picked up the iron knife and continued to cut the mountain.

Sangsang said: "Go on. ”

Ning Que held back for a long time, and held back a sentence: "Zi doesn't say anything about the teacher." ”

Sangsang asked, "You cultivate Buddha, how do you get rid of my poison?"

Ning Que said: "You and I are husband and wife, if I become a Buddha, you will naturally become a Buddha, not to mention poison, when the time comes, these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas will be the little brothers of our husband and wife, how fun." ”

Sangsang asked, "How did you come up with this method?"

Ning Que said: "How can there be so many problems, just listen to your man honestly, who am I? I am the hero of this story, you are the heroine, when it is dangerous, of course the hero must stand in front of the heroine and solve problems for her, and finally the two people can live a happy life." ”

"Happy life? I'm a little tired, let's sleep for a while. Sangsang said.

Ning Que felt that her voice was a little sweet, as if she had drunk sugar water, so he also felt that his throat, which was spicy because of thirst, was suddenly sweetened, and he was very happy.

Sangsang began to sleep, and slept for three years.

When she woke up, the Buddha's right foot had been repaired and turned into a very delicate little foot, which looked a little familiar, if it was whiter, it might be more familiar.

Ning Que worked hard for three years, and finally harvested.

He cultivated the feet of the Buddha into the feet of Sangsang.

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(Thank you very much, I've been working on it too, thanks again.) ）