962 They Open The Black Umbrella But Cant Leave (1/2)

In the records of the Buddhist Scriptures, there was a handsome monk with great virtue who looked a lot like Buddha. Many followers mistakenly believed that he was Buddha and wors.h.i.+ped him. The monk with great virtue was ashamed and cut his own face with a sharp cutla.s.s, for he thought being mistaken for Buddha would mislead the followers. After he became ugly, he covered his face with his hands every time he went out. When seen in public, children would throw little stones at him and dogs would chase and bark at him. He used to be wors.h.i.+pped by the world, but now he was loathed. However, he never said any abusive words or showed any vicious expressions. He just endured all the sufferings and never fought back. At last, he mastered the Divine Ability and became Phra Pidta.

Ning Que didn't understand why Monk Qingban became the legendary Phra Pidta just by wiping his face with sleeves. After a moment of silence, Ning Que said, ”You are already dead. Even though you've become Phra Pidta here, you are still dead. How can a dead man make us stay here?”

”Thinking is intention, and intention is power. If I don't want you to go, then you have to stay.” Monk Qingban covered his face with his sleeves. He could talk even though he had no eyes and lips on his face. His words revealed sorrow and compa.s.sion, and the Light of Buddha shone through his sleeves and it looked magnificent.

Before the sound of Qingban's voice had died away, his sleeves fell to Ning Que's face, full of the Power of Buddha.

Ning Que was prepared for his attack. He took out the iron cutla.s.s and swung it vigorously.

The sleeves and the iron cutla.s.s met silently. Being blown by the fierce wind, the trees by the lake were all bent. Countless trees broke, revealing the white stubbles.

There was a sleeve floating in the wind.

The iron cutla.s.s broke out of the sleeve and fell on the neck of Monk Qingban. The black blade had already turned red.

Monk Qingban had no facial features, so it was hard for him to express emotions. But he was clearly shocked at this moment.

He couldn't understand why Ning Que's iron cutla.s.s was able to break his Power of Buddha so easily.

”I killed you once in Chang'an. I have proven that I don't wors.h.i.+p Buddha in my ocean of consciousness. Although I have been practicing Buddhism for many years, the situation remains the same.” Ning Que slid the blade through the neck of Monk Qingban and said, ”So I can kill you again.”

As the blade was retracted, Monk Qingban's head fell from his shoulders like a mellow fruit, landing on the floor and then rolling forward to the broken tree by the lake.

Monk Qingban was still standing, and there was a lot of golden liquid flowing out of his neck, slowly evaporating into the air.

Under the tree, Monk Qingban regained his facial features.

He managed to blink and remembered all the years he spent in the White Tower Temple reading Buddhist scriptures and practicing Buddhism, only to learn that all his efforts were in vain.

Looking at the east, he was. .h.i.t by sorrow and sadness and then closed his eyes. Presumably he would never open his eyes again.

Only until then did Monk Qingban or Daos.h.i.+ really wake up and finally died.

Many cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the headless body of Monk Qingban and gradually widened, and the golden liquid continued to flow out from the cracks, turning into the purest Light of Buddha after encountering the wind.

Looking at what happened in silence, Ning Que didn't notice that Sangsang who sat by the lake behind him frowned and turned pale when she saw the golden Light of Buddha.

In addition to the reasons he had previously said, the most important reason why he killed Phra Pidta was that he had become so powerful that it was even beyond his own imagination.

In the Divine Halls of West-Hill, Sangsang cut off his flesh and limbs, and then he was resurrected with Haotian's Divine Power. After experiencing numerous rebirths, he was very pure, without any dirt on his body.

In the cliff cave of the Xuankong Temple, he completed the task arranged by Master Lian Sheng, which was to cultivate Buddhism before cultivating Devil's Doctrine. Buddhism and Devil's Doctrine all originated from the same source and could be connected. The person who connected them would be extremely powerful.

Lian Sheng once said that connecting Buddhism and Devil's Doctrine would lead to the state of G.o.d. At this point, Ning Que had connected Buddhism and Devil's Doctrine, and he had mastered Haoran Qi with the help of Headmaster of Academy. He had already reached Knowing Destiny Zenith, and even approaching the threshold!

At this point, Ning Que could kill people with his cutla.s.s or even through meditation. He even could kill people as powerful as Elders of Commandment Hall of the Xuankong Temple with his cutla.s.s, let alone Monk Qingban who was just a fake Buddha.

Sangsang murmured, ”Oh, so it is.”

She had already seen through the sky and all things in this world. Chaoyang City was fake, the White Tower Temple was fake, the tree and black crow in the small courtyard were fake, the vegetables in the market, and the pickle jar in the kitchen were also fake. If these were all fake, then what was real?

This was the world inside the chessboard.

At the cliff yard of the Xuankong Temple, she entered the chessboard with Ning Que to find Buddha, which was a mistake that wasted thousands of years of her time, just like the time she entered the chessboard in Lanke Temple back then.

She was carried away in the dreams.

When she was on that mountain back then, she saw the truth and the illusion, and experienced endless loneliness. No one accompanied her and no one talked to her.

Compared with the past, she seemed to be less lonely since she had Ning Que beside her. But she understood that Buddha couldn't trap her in the chessboard for so many years if not for Ning Que.

She stood up and looked at Ning Que, ”After eating that green pear, we have wasted thousands of years here. You have wasted thousands of years of my time here.”

Ning Que ignored her and was thinking about how many years they had lived in this chessboard world. He felt unsettled, for he couldn't remember clearly what happened in the earlier years after so many years. ”Master Qishan once said that a moment inside is a year outside if we were to enter the chessboard from the front, and a year inside is just a moment outside if we enter the chessboard from the back. Do you remember from which side we entered? How many years have pa.s.sed outside?”

Sangsang was about to get angry but suddenly realized that Ning Que wouldn't care about her anger after she heard his question. After a moment of silence, she answered, ”Buddha wouldn't get his way so easily.”

Ning Que asked, ”Can you calculate how many years have pa.s.sed?”

Sangsang thought for a while and said, ”At most several years.”

Even though Ning Que had reached Knowing Destiny Zenith, he still couldn't understand the concept of time. But for Haotian, it was not so difficult.

”It is very dangerous.”

Sangsang looked at the east and said, ”We almost lost in time.”