At that time, Ning Que and Sangsang were besieged by the cultivation world, and went to the Western Wilderness, the Rotten Ke Temple in the autumn rain, and suffered the wrath of the academy, Jun Mo's iron sword broke through the air, and then cut the largest stone statue of the Buddha in the world on the top of Washan Peak into countless pieces, and those pieces rolled down from the peak, piled up in the valley, and crushed half of the old temple.

Fortunately, those huge rocks did not cause a catastrophe to the town, and over the years it was constantly soaked by the sea and rain and wind, gradually covered with moss, but instead became a rare scenery, which has become the only way to attract tourists at the moment when the Yu Lan Festival will stop and the incense of the temple is fading.

The main income of the townspeople now comes from the stones that these Buddha statues have turned into, and people break these boulders into countless small pieces, and then carve them into Buddha statues, and sell them to tourists who come to visit them - of course, it is very hard to break the boulders, no matter how heavy the hammer and the sharp iron knife are, they cannot help the inhabitants to achieve their purpose simply, and the most common method is to boil water with fire.

The fire is a wildfire lit by hay in the fields outside the town, the water is drawn from the side of the tile mountain, and the quarry in the southeast of the town is smoking, steaming from morning to night, and the hot vapor is steaming, and it is burned to a slightly reddened rock, and suddenly encounters the cold sea, making a snorting sound, repeating tastelessly once and twice, and at some point, a clear crack will burst out on those hard rocks, and that is the key to breaking the stone.

Ning Que stood on the hillside next to the quarry, watching the process of the residents breaking the stones, watching in silence for a long time, watching the alternation of fire and water, looking at the cracks that appeared on the boulders covered with moss, and found that when most of the cracks appeared, they followed a certain law, and the two oblique cracks met somewhere.

The two cracks were formed together, very similar to that word, he naturally remembered the sword marks on those stones he saw in the depths of the Heavenly Abandoned Mountain Peak and at the bottom of that Daming Lake many years ago, and the little uncle used his sword to write countless words outside the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, thus turning the block base array left by the Great Bright Priest who founded the Demon Sect into waste.

The rocks were broken into smaller pieces, which were then smashed open with iron by adults, and then children rushed over with a thud to pick up the stones of various sizes that they could carry, and then carefully selected them, according to the size of the stones and the direction of the stones, before they were finally delivered to the stonemasons.

Of course, most of the stonemasons in the town are halfway monks, just like Ning Que also began to contact Buddhism halfway through practice, but every day and night carving, people's craftsmanship has become extremely skilled, a square stone, only ten days and nights, will become a beautifully carved Buddha statue.

Ning Que watched the broken stones, and then watched the stonemasons carve the Buddha, after three days, he began to follow those craftsmen to learn to carve the Buddha, and it didn't take long for him to become the best carver in the Washan - in the last years of the Buddha's chessboard, he built the entire mountain into the shape of a Buddha, what difficulty could those stones have for him?

It's just that the Buddha statues he carved are very different from the Buddha statues carved by the stonemasons in the town, and the stonemasons are amazed by his understanding and craftsmanship, and they have also put forward opinions many times, but he just laughs but does not explain.

The Buddha statue carved out of Ning Que's hand did not have a wide forehead and big ears, let alone any compassion, but a slightly chubby young chalk woman with her hair in a bun, and it was obvious that the young chalk woman's expression was extremely indifferent.

One day, a light rain fell in the Rotten Ke Temple. Ning Que continued to carve a stone outside the temple, and suddenly a somewhat scattered voice came from behind him: "Has she lost weight successfully?"

"In the sunrise city on the chessboard, it was minus. ”

Ning Que put the stone statues in the more than ten stone statues next to him, put down the carving knife, patted the ashes on his body and stood up.

The man said, "A thousand years have reduced so much? Haotian doesn't seem to be omnipotent. ”

Ning Que smiled, turned around and hugged him, and said, "Didn't you like her very much before? Why do you speak so harshly now? It doesn't fit your current status as a Protestant master." ”

Chen Pipi pursed his lips a little boredly and said, "Then do you like her to be tall, or is she the same as before?"

Ning Que thought about it, and found that this answer case was indeed obvious, so he smiled helplessly, looked at Tang Xiaotang who was standing beside him, and found that she was still wearing a ponytail, a little surprised, and said, "Not married yet?"

Tang Xiaotang was not shy, and said, "Wait for my brother to come." ”

Chen Pipi sighed and said, "I don't expect to wait for my father's consent. ”

Ning Que looked at him again, looking at the slightly loose Tsing Yi on his body, thinking of the Guan Zhu in Qing Yi who he had seen twice in Chang'an City, and found that he was indeed very similar to the Guan Zhu after he was thin.

The three of them walked to the nearest pavilion. The autumn rain fell tricklingly, falling on the eaves of the pavilion, and accumulated for a long, long time before it turned into a very thin stream of water, flowing down the pillars and wetting the ground under the pavilion.

Chen Pipi said, "Are you done writing?"

Ning Que took out a dossier from his arms, handed it over, and said, "If you let Ye Su or Senior Brother write it, or it would be more appropriate, you know that I am still a faithless person after all." ”

These are some of the texts he wrote while meditating on the rocks at the Monastery of Ranke, which, if they could be read guò, could have become the last and most important volume of Protestant teachings.

Chen Pipi took the file and said: "Senior brother to do it, the chance of success is naturally higher, I will do it more hard, but rest assured, your hard work will not be wasted in my hands." ”

Ning Que said: "Time is indeed running out, we must hurry up." ”

Chen Pipi opened the dossier, looked at the statements about the new world, the kingdom of God or the afterlife, frowned slowly, and said, "It's really a magnificent picture. ”

Ning Que said: "From the teacher to the uncle, and then to our generation, the academy has spent a whole thousand years to prepare, if there is not a magnificent picture, it will not be fun." ”

Chen Pipi put away the dossier, looked at the tired and haggard that could not be hidden between his eyebrows, thinking about the things he had done in the past half a year, took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it over, and said, "Eat it when you need it." ”

Smelling the faint fragrance of medicine in the porcelain bottle, Ning Que's expression was slightly strange, because he had eaten this medicine and knew very well the preciousness of this medicine, and said: "When it comes to the realm of you and me, a Tongtian Pill can only provide us with possible opportunities, and there is really no need to waste it." ”

"This medicine was originally kept for Senior Brother Ye Su, wanting to help him break through the Five Realms. ”

Chen Pipi was silent for a moment, and said: "I just didn't expect that he can't practice anymore, and now that he's dead, what's the use of keeping it any longer?" Even if it can't help you break through the realm, at least it can help you repair those hidden dangers in your body. ”

Ning Que thought about it, didn't say anything more, and directly put the porcelain vase into his sleeve.

Tang Xiaotang said: "If Uncle Xiao thinks that this gift is too heavy and cannot be repaid, just return some gifts." ”

Ning Que smiled and said, "Before you married him, you started to take care of the housekeeper for him?" ”

Tang Xiaotang pointed to the row of rain-soaked stone statues outside the pavilion and said, "Give me one." ”

Ning Que didn't expect it, walked out of the pavilion and picked up a stone statue that he was most satisfied with, handed it to him and said, "It's not that I haven't seen a real person, why bother looking at this cold statue." ”

Tang Xiaotang took the stone statue, wiped the rain off it with his sleeve, cherished it, and said, "If you can get her back, why carve these cold statues?"

Ning Que was a little embarrassed and said, "I'm mainly learning how to break stones. ”

Tang Xiaotang patted his chest and said, "If you want to learn, I can teach you." ”

Many years ago on the street of Chang'an City, there was a little girl with a big stone in her chest.

After many years, she is still so heroic.

Ning Que remembered the picture of that year and felt a little emotional.

As an uncle, it is inconvenient for him to see where her hand falls.

Chen Pipi didn't have any taboos in this regard, and muttered: "It's not a big ......."

Outside the Lanke Temple, there are thousands of Protestant believers waiting for Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang, who are about to go to the Song Kingdom, just like Ning Que Wanli kills people, they are preaching for thousands of miles.

The volume of text had been entrusted, and Ning Que no longer delayed their time and sent them out of the temple.

After Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang left, he continued to carve Buddha statues, okay, Sangsang's statues.

He made hundreds of mulberry statues, lined up in front of the hall in turn, those mulberry statues or bowed their heads in contemplation, or raised their heads to look at the sky, or looked at the world with their hands, there is only one thing in common: that is, the face is expressionless.

The autumn rain falls from time to time, and the mulberry statue gets wet from time to time.

He squinted, stared, leaned on his waist, folded his arms, and admired the changes of the stone statue in the autumn rain.

The situation in the world continues to change over time, the war is raging, the killing machine is full of wilderness, the war between the Tang Kingdom and the Daomen has won and lost each other, the strategy of the Xiling Temple has played a certain role, and the most important thing is that the Tang Kingdom or the academy has never been able to find a way to step through that town.

In fact, Ning Que didn't care much about that town, there were not many people who could guess his thoughts, Longqing was one of them, he stood in the bleak autumn wind, stood at the head of Yan Guocheng's capital, quietly waiting for Ning Que's arrival.

There are many people who have always thought that the battle between Ning Que and Long Qing is inevitable and should happen at any time, but what is unexpected is that Ning Que has not arrived for a long time, and the battle has never happened.

Ning Que looked at Sangsang in the Rotten Ke Temple in the autumn rain.

What is Sangsang looking at now?

The night in the cold region of the far north was as long and cold as Atami, which had long been covered with thick snow, and the light in the yurt left behind by the desolate tribe seemed to be about to be frozen.

Sangsang sat by the lamp, looking at his fingertips.

There was a bubble on her fingertips.

The surface of the bubble is smooth, and it looks very crystal clear against the light, and it is very transparent, and the shape is extremely perfect.

The green lion lay at her feet, looking at the bubble, his eyes were full of curiosity, but he instinctively felt extremely frightened, always feeling that if he waved his claws to break this bubble, the world would be ruined.

Ning Que looked at the two cracks on the surface of the rock in the Rotten Ke Temple.

There seemed to be two more tiny cracks on the surface of the bubble between Sangsang's fingers, and they burst only in the next moment.

Just like the hundreds of stone statues in the Rotten Ke Temple, there was still no expression on her face.

But that doesn't mean apathy, it's more like calm.

She gently stroked her high bulging lower abdomen.

The smell of fragrant soup came from the corner of the yurt.

Early in the morning, the green lion hunted a snowcock.

She's boiling chicken soup.

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