937 Buddha’s Palm (2/2)
Sitting cross-legged on the stone steps in front of the Grand Hall, dozens of monks meditated with their eyes closed and kept chanting the scriptures with the rhythm of the bell.
Qi Nian sat in the forefront. He was very powerful for he had cultivated Silent Meditation for many years. The words he chanted today were far more than he ever said in the past decade, and his sound was full of infinite power.
The rest of the monks were very old. Their white eyebrows seemed to hang down to the chest and their hands which were put together were more wrinkled than the bark of the oldest tree in the cliff. They were obviously the powerful elders of Xuankong Temple.
There were also people chanting in the Grand Hall. Master Qi Mei who had been severely injured by Ning Que's Eldest Brother in front of the Cong Ridge knelt before the Buddha statue in the most pious manner, chanting the scriptures ceaselessly. The back of his head was severely deformed, and his chanting was a little ambiguous. However, the chanting somehow became extremely clear while coming out of the hall.
Hundreds of monks in red kasaya sat cross-legged on the cliff yard in several yellow temples in the East Peak and the West Peak. They put their palms together devoutly and looked determined, chanting ceaselessly.
Thousands of monks in gray kasaya sat cross-legged in the meditation room in dozens of temples on the mountainside. They put their palms together devoutly and looked nervous, chanting ceaselessly.
Countless monks in robes with different colors sat cross-legged in front of Buddha status in hundreds of yellow temples at the foot of the mountains. They put their palms together devoutly and looked puzzled, chanting ceaselessly.
Millions of people kneeled toward the direction of Xuankong Temple in the vast field at the bottom of the giant sinkhole. It did not matter whether they were shabbily dressed or well dressed because they looked very pious. They kept praying.
The different positions in the Buddha land meant different clothes and different performances. The powerful monks didn't have to sit in front of the Buddha statues, but the normal ones needed to rely on the Buddha statues to gain courage. The most powerful monk looked calm, the less powerful monks looked determined, the normal monks looked nervous and the puzzled ones didn't even understand what was going on.
Those devout followers in the field didn't understand what was going on either, but their faiths were the firmest. They had never learned any scriptures, but their praying had the most powerful effect.
But no matter which ground these people belonged to, they kept chanting and praying.
The Buddha land was full of the sounds of bell, chanting, and praying.
The clouds remained calm, but gradually revealed some traces.
That was the shadow projected by the scriptures.
The real scriptures were in the air. Thousands of temple-sized words were flecked with faint golden light, drifting over the heads of herdsmen, through real temples and across the green trees among the cliffs. And these words kept changing positions in the sky.
The dark field was brightly illuminated by the scriptures with golden light.
The followers who kneeled in the field showed excited expressions on their faces. They became more pious, their hearts to Buddha were much firmer, and the sounds of their praying became clearer.
Compared with the kneeling herdsmen, Jun Mo who stood silently by a blue lake near the cliff wall seemed very special. He looked so lonely but so powerful.
He looked at the scriptures with golden light flying to the giant peaks and frowned slightly.
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Thousands of scriptures with golden light gathered together from all directions and rotated around the giant peaks slowly, making the trees and temples among the peaks bright and then dark. The Light of Buddha on the cliff yard became brighter.
In the Light of Buddha, Ning Que held the umbrella handle tightly with both hands and struggled to keep the umbrella steady.
Looking at the depths of the Light of Buddha, Sangsang turned paler and paler. But she didn't fight back, for she wanted to see clearly where the light came from and where Buddha was.
Ning Que looked at her back and felt nervous. Although he didn't know what the Xuankong Temple was capable of or what the scriptures with golden light in the sky meant, he did have unmatched talent on Fu Tao. He instinctively calculated that the Buddhists would attack when these golden words were finally arranged into a Buddhist Scripture. I'm afraid Sangsang might have trouble dealing with it when the Buddhist Scripture is completed. Why does she still not fight back?
Sangsang stared at the depths of the Light of Buddha for a long time.
All of a sudden, she looked toward the cliff yard and said, ”I see.”
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The mountain where the Xuankong Temple was located was the highest and most massive mountain in the human world.
However, the mountain had been hidden in the giant sinkhole the whole time. Looking from the surface, it was just a obscure hummock.
The meaning within was consistent with the nature law believed by Buddhism.
Because the mountain was the highest man in the human world who refused to reveal himself to the world.
The cliff yard was not a real one, but the open palm of the highest man that was facing the sky.
The pear tree by the cliff was not a real one either, but a flower held by the man between his fingers.
The man was Buddha.
Ning Que and Sangsang stood on the cliff yard, next to the pear tree. In other words, they actually stood in the palm of Buddha, under the little white flower between his fingers!
Sangsang took off the small white flower in her hair and threw it into the wind. She looked at the summit and said ironically, ”The mountain is just your dead body, not you. Do you think you can trap me in your palm like this?”
Yes, the mountain was not Buddha, but the remains of him after he reached nirvana.
However, it was still the remains of Buddha, the highest mountain in the human world.
Who could escape from Buddha's palm?
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