After saying this, Sang Sang's breath changed suddenly, she was obviously still standing on the cliff and under the pear tree, next to Ning Que, sharing an umbrella, but in Ning Que's eyes, she seemed to become countless times taller in an instant, as if she wanted to touch the sky, condescendingly looking down at the white tower in the sky.

In the face of the Buddha's supreme means, she responded with the immeasurable power of the Buddha. Ning Que has seen the immeasurability of the contemplator, and the immeasurable of the drunkard, only her immeasurable is the real immeasurable.

The Hanging Temple felt her change, the bells of the mountain cliffs, and the chanting sound in countless temples, did not stop because of this, but became louder as her breath changed.

The scriptures chanted by the monks in the temple are as heavy as the temple, the flying stones of the east and west peaks are gradually falling, the bodies of tens of thousands of monks are shaking and restless, and the blood is gurgling out of their mouths, but they still chant the scriptures.

Ning Que found that Sang Sang's face was a little pale, and couldn't help but be very worried, Sang Sang knew what he was thinking, and said calmly: "This is my world, no one wants to trap me." ”

But this is the country of Buddhas, and it's a big world.

As the bell of the Hanging Temple rang, the 72 temples in the autumn rain in Chaoyang City rang their bells at the same time; the Washan Langke Temple on the shore of the extremely distant sea began to ring the bells; the Wanyan Pagoda Temple in Chang'an City did not have the lonely sound of autumn geese, but there were bells; the Red Lotus Temple, which had long been turned into ruins, had only one waste bell that had been burned to the point of deformation, and at this time it also began to make a sound under the blowing of the autumn wind, whimpering like a ghost crying.

There is a dilapidated nunnery outside the capital of Yan Kingdom, which has been abandoned for many years. Since last year, more than a dozen widows and childless women have been evicted from their homes by their families, taking away their land and houses, and the women have gathered in the ruined nunnery, where they shave their hair with tiles and break the Buddha with the remnants of the lamp. Desperate to spend the rest of your life on this, or die suddenly and tragically at the hands of robbers one night.

Today, they suddenly heard a bell that was far away.

The women had long lost any hope from the cold and cruel life, but the sound of the bell seemed to infuse some kind of power into their bodies, and they stood up, ran to the broken bell at the back of the nunnery, clenched their fists and kept smashing them against the clock, until their fists were splashed with blood, as if they wanted to vent all these years of resentment and despair with the bell. In this way, you can find solace in the afterlife.

The sound of the broken bell was hoarse and unpleasant, much like they were crying.

In Chaoyang City, countless monks kneel in front of the statue of the Buddha and keep chanting and reading the scriptures. Countless believers knelt in front of the vanished lake and the white pagoda, praying to the Buddha incessantly;

In the Wanyan Pagoda Temple in Chang'an City, the monks listened to the bell ringing behind the courtyard in amazement, and those stone statues seemed to come to life. In the Washan Langke Temple, the abbot Guanhai monk looked solemn, kneeling down and silent in front of the remnants of the stone statue of the Buddha on the peak.

Urban and rural areas. All those who have received the blessings of ascetic monks, whether old women or children, kneel reverently to the omnipresent sound of the bell and pray incessantly to the Buddha who does not know where.

Bells, prayers, prayers. It rings in every corner of the world, the world is the country of Buddha, as long as you believe in the Buddha, then people will enter the great world he left behind.

Western Elysium.

Sangsang's face became more and more pale. She still underestimated the power of the Buddha, but she did not panic. Because since these are all arrangements of the Buddha, then the Buddha must not die.

Then you only need to find the Buddha and really kill him, and the Elysium that the Buddha has laid down in the world will naturally be destroyed, and all these means will become a dream bubble, and there will be no more zài.

And she has found out where the Buddha is.

Ning Que looked at her face, very worried.

Sang Sang suddenly turned to look at him and said, "Eat the green pear in your sleeve." ”

Ning Que was stunned, there was indeed a green pear in his sleeve, which was the first fruit from the pear tree on the cliff before, but why did she eat the green pear at this time?

Soon he thought that he understood the meaning of Sangsang, just like that year under the statue of the Buddha in Washan and in the cave of Master Qishan, as long as he ate green pears, he could enter the Buddha's chessboard.

Enter that chessboard to leave the Buddha's Western Elysium?

Ning Que trusts Sangsang very much, it has nothing to do with the relationship between husband and wife, but because she is Haotian and can count all the things in the world, but at this time, she can't help but hesitate, because after eating green pears last time, he and Sangsang entered the chessboard with consciousness or soul, but the body is still outside the chessboard, and even if Sangsang uses great magic to let the body and soul of the two enter the chessboard at the same time, what kind of danger will there be in the chessboard?

He looked at the chessboard he took out of his luggage, looked at the somewhat vague chessboard on it, and had a very terrible conjecture, what if the Buddha was hiding in this chessboard?

"There is no eventuality, the Buddha is on the chessboard. ”

Sang Sang put away the big black umbrella, looked at the scripture petals falling from the sky, looked at the Buddha light that grew between the cliffs and enveloped himself and Ning Que's whole body, looked at the white pagoda that slowly fell, and said: "I came to this mountain, the temple is silent, the Buddha is silent, because I am Haotian, where do they dare to touch me?"

Ning Que was puzzled and asked, "Then why did you move now?"

Sang Sang looked at him and said, "Because the pears on the tree are ripe, and you have picked them in your hands." ”

Ning Que looked at the little green pear in his right hand, looked at the chessboard in his left hand, and vaguely understood something-back then, the strong people of the Rotten Ke Temple gathered, and the Buddha's magic weapons and statues were all destroyed by the second senior brother, only the chessboard was still silent, and it was really problematic at this time.

"When the green pear is ripe, you can enter the chessboard, you can see the true body of the Buddha, the monks in the mountains began to fear, the Buddha began to fear, so I fought for 10,000 years to prevent you and me. ”

"When I entered the chessboard in the Rotten Ke Temple, why didn't I see the Buddha?"

"I hadn't woken up yet, so I couldn't see him, and it didn't make sense for him to see me. ”

"Meaning? Buddha is also waiting to see you as Haotian?"

"Not bad. ”

Sang Sang looked at the chessboard in his hand, and thought to himself, no wonder there was no trace of the Buddha in the world, no wonder when looking around in the Hanging Temple, Tianxin always had to fall back to Ning Que's side - it turned out that it was not that I couldn't do without this man, but because I had already noticed that the Buddha was hiding in the chessboard, so it was good.

Ning Que felt that the chessboard in his hand suddenly became very heavy, and anyone who knew that he was holding the world after the Buddha's Nirvana, or the Buddha's coffin, would have this feeling.

"Know that the Buddha is inside. Shall we go in again?" he was a little uneasy.

Sangsang said: "I came to kill the Buddha, I know where the Buddha is, of course I want to go." ”

Ning Que was about to say something, but suddenly he felt that there was something more in his mouth, and then, the sweet and beautiful pear juice flowed down his throat into his abdomen, and the green pear was eaten by him like this.

The wood has become a boat, the rice has become porridge, and the pear has fallen into the belly. There was no way to change what had happened, and he quickly accepted the harsh reality and walked towards the green tree on the cliffside.

"What are you going to do?" asked Sangsan.

Ning Que stretched out his hand to pick pears and said, "You haven't eaten yet." ”

Sangsang said: "I don't need to. I've been on this chessboard, and it's my world. ”

After saying this, there was an extra chess piece between her fingers.

A few years ago, in Lankeshan, she played the last game of the three games of chess with Master Qishan, and the master asked her to choose a son, and she did not hesitate to choose a sunspot. The master was very embarrassed and sighed.

Two years ago, in the wasteland, the chess pieces she held in the palm of her hand had changed from black to white, and the master in the carriage saw this scene. So the heavens and the earth changed color, and the master knew all the causes and consequences, and began to take her and Ning Que on that long human journey to make arrangements for Haotian to come to the world.

That chess piece has always been in Sangsang's hand. Now I can't tell what color it is, it seems to be black or white. It changes at will in time, as if it were unpredictable.

Ning Que looked at the chess pieces in her hand, remembered a lot of things, and leveled the chessboard in silence.

She placed the piece on the board.

There was no sound, and no wind rose.

The figures of Ning Que and Sang Sang disappeared on the cliff flat.

The chessboard stayed in the air for a moment, then landed on the cliff floor, splashing a few wisps of rain.

A few wisps of rain flowed out of the cliff and turned into several large waterfalls, which shook the valley like thunder.

There was no longer a heavenly power to stop it, and the white pagoda that came from Chaoyang City roared through the sky and fell, falling heavily on the chessboard, accompanied by a loud noise, and was shocked to the old temple behind the cliff.

The old temple was shattered into ruins, and the road leading to the cliff cave was blocked by the White Pagoda.

The chessboard bounced on the cliff a few times, then came to a standstill, setting off a very soft wind.

The breeze blows, and the green trees on the cliff keep shaking, and countless small green pears fall.

Before the white tower broke the clouds, there were thousands of acres of lake water from Chaoyang City, washing the cliff like a torrential rain, but it could not knock down a green pear, but at this time these green pears fell like rain with this gust of wind.

In the noisy sound like rain, the green pears fell one after another, falling on the cliff flat that was soaked by the rain, and were instantly shattered into juice, leaving only hundreds of pear cores.

The pear pits were stirred by the breeze and fell down the abyss down the mountain along the waterfalls, never to be found again.

This pear tree, which was planted by the Buddha himself, blooms for 500 years, bears fruit in five days, falls to the ground in five moments, touches the ground into flocculents, drifts with the tide, and cannot be seen again.

For countless years, only three green pears remained.

When Master Qishan left the Hanging Temple, he brought all three green pears to the world, because he was the illegitimate son of the first sermon of that generation, so he was not punished.

The first green pear was used by Master Qishan to treat tens of thousands of victims who suffered from epidemics after the floods in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

The second green pear, was used by Master Qishan to ignite the lotus son who stayed in the temple that year, and the lotus was born next to the pear tree on the cliff side of the hanging temple and realized the Tao, I have to say that it has its own fate or Buddha fate.

The third green pear was eaten by Sang Sang and Ning Que, which let the master know the identity of Sang Sang, and began a bloody escape journey in the world.

Five hundred years later, the green pear blossoms of the Hanging Temple bloomed and produced hundreds of green fruits, only one survived, and was eaten by Ning Que again, and this time the matter to be decided was relatively simple.

This green pear is about to decide life and death.

The life and death of Haotian and the Buddha.

(To be continued)