Yes, that's all the truth.

Sangsang couldn't get rid of the red dust in her body, so she looked for the Buddha and came to the world on the chessboard, where the love with Ning Que was deeply rooted, and there were three poisonous deep seeds of greed, hatred, and ignorance.

If Ning Que wants to save her, he has to go to the three poisons of greed, hatred and ignorance in her body, greed and hatred are emotions, that is, red dust, and cultivating Buddha is poison, which is to cut off the bonds between her and the world.

The academy failed to calculate this, and the Buddha could not have imagined that things would develop like this, countless reincarnations and countless sentient beings, and no one could guess what she was doing, because the will of heaven was unpredictable.

The Buddha saw the cause and effect, she was the cause and effect, she used the Buddha's bureau to break the situation of the academy, and saw the possibility in the impossible, this is the great wisdom of Haotian, and it is also the great pain of Ning Que.

Ning Que stood on the city and looked at the spring breeze, and said with an indifferent expression: "In the small courtyard of Chaoyang City...... Aren't you happy to see me so happy to buy groceries and cook every day? I've scolded a lot of people in my life for being idiots, I think they're really idiots, and now that I think about it, I'm the stupidest idiot. ”

Sang Sang walked up to him, looked at the world in the spring breeze with his hands behind his back, and said: "There is no deception, because I have never known, only when the cause and effect are settled, can I understand what my will is." ”

Ning Que sneered slightly: "Do you think I can believe this?"

Sang Sang said: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, just like I said in the academy yesterday, no one knows how things will develop, not even me, this is the real stroke of God." ”

"Sure enough, it's a stroke of genius...... In fact, in the last years of the chessboard, I vaguely guessed something, but I didn't want to believe it, so I never asked you. In those years, I practiced Buddha with an iron sword on that mountain, and although I carried you on my back, I was always alone. I'm lonely, so lonely that I want to die......"

Ning Que looked at the pedestrian-lined streets and alleys on the city wall, looked at the lively market, and said: "Every time you wake up and refuse to say a few words to me, at first, I thought you were tired, but later I found out that it was because you didn't want to talk to me...... I was disappointed and became vigilant. Because it proves that your emotions are fading, or that you are afraid of something, what are you afraid of?"

He turned to look at Sang Sang and said calmly: "You are afraid of getting along with me, so you can't bear to cut off the connection with the world? I would feel a little relieved. ”

Sang Sang did not answer his question, and said: "Since you have vaguely guessed and become vigilant, why did you say nothing and do nothing. ”

"It's really scary that heaven can count a thing, but I'm not afraid. Because the Shocking Array is still in my hands, you shouldn't say this to me, I'm not sure that you have removed the red dust in your body, and it is really possible for the academy to use the Shocking Array to blast the sky. Then you can use the opportunity to return to the kingdom of God, which is no longer possible. ”

Ning Que said expressionlessly: "Even if you turn back to the indifferent and ruthless Haotian you were at the beginning, as long as you can't return to the Kingdom of God, then at most you can only return to your original state." Like those days we spent in the Temple of Light, we are bound to continue to be entangled. It's still the same pair of burnt rolls. ”

Sang Sang said: "Since I have said this to you, it means that even if there is no Divine Array to open the heavens, I have other ways to leave the world and return to the kingdom of God. ”

Ning Que said: "Cows can blow to the sky, but pigs can't blow up." ”

Sangsang said: "It's a black pig." ”

Ning Que said: "No matter what color pig it is, you can't go back anyway." ”

Sang Sang said: "In the world of the chessboard, I have tasted the red dust, cut the flesh and cut the poison, cut off the connection with the world, and I also saw the big ship, and the spirit is clear. ”

Ning Que thought about the terrifying ship in Elysium, and felt a little uneasy.

"The Buddha is different from your teacher, your teacher is integrated with the world, even I can't find him, while the Buddha gathers people to help each other and hides the world from my eyes. Both are great powers, and I can't merge with the world, so I can only use the Buddha's method to gain the power to open up the world. ”

Sangsang said: "All business is faith, I am the Lord of the world, I have countless devout believers, but for countless thousands of years, I have been indifferent to the kingdom of God, the power comes from sentient beings, but I have not thought about how to use and enhance this power, and I have learned a lot from the Buddha in this regard." ”

Ning Que said, "Is that the big ship?"

Sangsang said: "The Buddha purifies sentient beings, and sentient beings help him to cross the other shore, and if I want sentient beings to save me, I must first save sentient beings before I can sail to the other shore in a big boat." ”

Ning Que said, "Where is your other side?"

Sangsang said: "I am from the kingdom of God, and the other side is naturally in the kingdom of God. ”

Ning Que looked at the gray sky and did not speak.

Sangsang stretched out his hand somewhere to the south.

Dozens of miles south of the city is the academy.

The green lion who was taken out of the chessboard by Sang Sang was confronting the big white goose in the stream, his sideburns were like swords standing up, and he kept whispering and intimidating but did not dare to act rashly, looking at the meadow in the distance from time to time.

The big white goose made it feel a little tricky, and there was an old ox napping on the meadow, and it knew very well that if the old ox opened its eyes, it would be miserable.

The Leo couldn't understand why he could encounter so many terrifying kinders as soon as he came out of the chessboard, which was completely different from the information he got on the chessboard, the world was terrible.

Suddenly, an invisible force broke through the cloud gate array and fell to the cliff flat, grabbed the green lion and disappeared without a trace, and the big white goose raised its head to the sky, and found that the hateful newcomer could no longer be seen, shook his head a little boringly, and went down to the river to bathe.

The green lion appeared on the city wall, appeared in Sangsang's hand, the mane on his neck was pulled painfully, and he was worried about whether it would really become a bald donkey, but he didn't dare to have any intention of resisting.

Sang Sang waved his sleeves outside the city wall, and a fresh breeze descended on the world.

At the festival of light that year, there was also such a breeze in the world, but compared with that year, today's breeze is cleaner, softer, and has more breath of life.

The breeze first came to the Xiling Temple, and the peach blossoms blooming between the mountain cols were waving in the wind, instantly becoming more beautiful, and the believers who knelt on the cliff and the front lawn were blown by the breeze and suddenly refreshed their spirits.

All the negative emotions such as anxiety, fear, sadness, and despair are purified, and the blind person feels that the world in front of him is gradually brightening. The deaf faintly heard some sounds.

The voice came from the lips of countless believers, it was the sound of chanting the canon, and under the leadership of the head of the Xiling Temple, more than 100,000 priests, deacons, and devout believers kept chanting the canons aloud.

This canon is beautifully written, the rhyme and feet are superimposed, forming a particularly sacred feeling, which has the meaning of leaving the dust, and it is the final chapter of the Xiling Temple - "Taishang Yuhua Cave Chapter to the World Ascension Immortal Sutra"

The spring breeze is full of people. The sound of chanting then spread to all parts of the world, and tens of thousands of Taoist temples and countless Taoists in various countries began to recite this well-known canon.

The spring breeze swirls around the mountains and forests, gently blows the weeping clouds, and finally turns into rain. Falling towards the world, the rain was shining with a golden luster, but it was extremely clear when it fell to the ground.

The spring rain fell on Peach Mountain, wetting the woods and darkening the color of peach blossoms, and fell on the remote part of the Heavenly Oracle, and the pile of dry firewood piled up in the corner of the wall was also wet.

A thin roadmaid shelters from the rain. He was the most inconspicuous handyman in the temple, and even for such an important sacrificial ceremony, no one informed him that he was a forgotten being.

Watch the pyres get wet with the rain. The little roadmaid was a little anxious, and ran out with his sleeves covering his face, wanting to move the pile of firewood into the stove room, where could he take care of being wet in the rain.

Clear rain fell on him. It turned into countless mottled golden dots of light, and then seeped through the dirty robes. began to slowly nourish his body and Dao heart.

In the small town at the junction of Song Yan, the drunkard held the door and watched the rain falling from the sky, and his right hand holding the wine jug trembled slightly, allowing the rain to wet his face that he couldn't see his age.

The rain fell on the dilapidated tiles of the butcher's shop, ran down the cracks, and flowed onto the boards, drenching the fat white pig's trotters, and then carrying blood to wet the butcher's head and face.

They clearly felt that the filth that they had suppressed in the deepest part of their souls was washed away by the rain that fell from the sky, and even a fresh vitality appeared in their rotten bodies.

The drunkard left the tea shop, the butcher walked out of the butcher's shop, and the two of them came to the only straight street in the town, and stood at both ends of the street, standing in the dripping spring rain, their faces full of emotion, and their hearts gradually strengthened.

The spring breeze is all over the world, the spring breeze turns into rain, and nature is sprinkled everywhere, whether it is the Xiling Divine Kingdom or the coast of the East China Sea, it is shrouded in drizzle, and it is the depths of the wasteland in the far north, and a rain has also fallen.

The rain fell on the golden tent, making a crackling sound, as if someone was beating the broken war drum at will, and the field was so quiet, the sound seemed so clear.

With a solemn expression, Shan Yu, with all his wives and sons and dozens of royal court generals, knelt in the rain and kept praying that the Immortal Heaven would give them courage.

The national teacher took more than ten high priests, knelt on the highest meadow, stretched out his hands to welcome the rain and grace from the sky, the old face of the national teacher became younger at a speed visible to the naked eye under the washing of the rain, and the bodies of those high priests were also wrapped in a faint golden light.

The national teacher slowly closed his eyes, knelt in the rain, quietly experienced the breath of life in the rain and the unfathomable divine might, and his heart was quiet and full of awe.

The Hanging Temple was also raining, Jun Mo looked at the iron sword that was wet by the rain, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The iron sword was soaked by the rain, becoming more swarthy, and gilded with a layer of shine, becoming much sharper, his clothes were wet, and his whole person became sharper even more.

Jun Mo knew why, a few years ago, he said in front of her that he would not accept Haotian's gift, but what she wanted to do, he couldn't accept it if he didn't want to.

On the wasteland outside the pit, the big black horse dragged the heavy carriage with its head down, walking in the chaotic poplar forest, when suddenly a spring rain fell, wetting its body, and all the fatigue and loneliness disappeared.

It squinted at the depths of the spring rain, and suddenly felt some reluctance.

Similar images are happening everywhere in the world.

There are cultivators crying in ecstasy in the rain, and he has not been able to enter the cave realm after decades of penance, but today he finally crossed the threshold, and there are even Taoist cultivators who live in seclusion in the mountains and know their fate overnight.

The seriously ill are redeemed, wake up slowly, the dying are redeemed, no longer suffering, and return to the kingdom of God peacefully, and those who believe in Haotian will be blessed, because this spring rain is a gift from her to the world.

A spring breeze and rain, the little Taoist servant of the Heavenly Oracle Academy, will definitely not do miscellaneous labor anymore, he will become a genius in the cultivation world, and the most important new generation of powerhouses in the Dao Sect. Drunkards and butchers will no longer linger and will have a living life on earth before they are taken to the kingdom of God. The Golden Horde Court National Master and many Dao Sect powerhouses who were washed by the rain had clear Dao hearts, and each had their own gains, making them even stronger.

The Buddha Pudu sentient beings are only the sentient beings who believe in him, Haotian's gift is naturally not available to everyone, the monks in the hanging temple were drenched by this spring rain extremely wolf, and in front of the cliff stone house of the Xiling Temple, the master kneeling in the rain is still a wasted person, and his face is pale from the cold rain.

All the believers of the Daomen have benefited, as long as they are truly and devoutly believing in Haotian, and the Guanzhu is the leader of the Daomen in the world, but they are excluded from this process, he knows very well that it is not that his belief in Haotian is not pious and firm enough, but because Haotian still remembers the disrespect he once had.

Looking at the world in the spring rain, the viewer smiled slightly, but his eyes were still so firm, as long as the world was still so calm, even if he was abandoned by Haotian, what was it?

Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang in Linkang City, tens of thousands of Protestant believers in front of the Southern Jin Dynasty Palace, Ye Su in the dilapidated Taoist temple in the Song Kingdom, and more than a dozen neighbors who were listening to his preaching, what were they thinking?

The spring rain also fell in Chang'an City, and those clear rains had an incomparably strong breath of life, which was kindness to the world, so the Shocking Array did not react.

Xiaocao slept in the red sleeves for a whole day and a night, and Jane invited all the imperial doctors in the palace to come over, but they didn't understand what kind of disease she had - when the spring rain fell, she woke up, walked to the window and stood against the railing, looked at the water droplets falling on the eaves, and silently said thank you in her heart.

Zeng Jing and his wife also woke up in the ticking sound of the spring rain, and the husband and wife walked hand in hand to the rain pavilion in the garden, looking at the spring rain, they always felt that something had happened, and they were sad and out of nowhere.

The spring rain descended on the world, Haotian blessed hundreds of millions of believers, Pudu sentient beings, all sentient beings believed more firmly, and even fanatical, countless invisible spiritual breath was born from the temple grass house, born from the souls of all sentient beings, and went straight to the sky in the rain, which is the return of all sliving beings to Haotian.

Hundreds of millions of pure spiritual breaths came to the south of Chang'an City, regardless of strength and weakness, incomparably harmoniously blended together, disturbing the rain slightly, and shining the dim clouds into a bright one

At the head of the city, Ning Que stood beside Sangsang, first smelling a faint fragrance, and then the whole world smelled this fragrance, and then there was a wonderful and ethereal music.

In the Divine Comedy, countless golden petals fell, and in the clouds illuminated by countless spiritual breaths, an incomparably huge ship faintly appeared, and the ship was also golden.

Countless believers have condensed their minds into this big boat, ready to send Haotian back to the kingdom of God.