964 Killing Buddha and the Old Pickle Jar (1/2)

The woman said nothing and just looked at him with a smile. She held a Chinese yam in her left hand and a celery in her right hand. The yam and celery were considered to be vegetables and also traditional Chinese medicine.

Ning Que suddenly laughed and asked, ”Are you the legendary Medicine Buddha?”

The woman answered with a smile, ”Yes.”

Ning Que thought for a while and said, ”The Medicine Buddha can cure diseases. My wife is seriously ill and she may be poisoned, would you take a look at her and write us a prescription?”

The woman looked at Sangsang and replied with grief, ”The poison is incurable. And it would be better for you to leave.”

Ning Que pointed to the sky and asked, ”What if we can't leave?”

The woman answered, ”Death is a solution.”

”You do have a point,” Ning said with a smile. Then he took out his iron cutlass and swung it at the woman standing behind the vegetable stall.

The vegetable stall was full of green vegetables with dews on the leaves, which looked very fresh.

Ning Que's iron cutlass was supposed to cut the vegetable stall into two halves easily and cut the vegetable leaves into pieces and cut the dews into moist sprays.

But it didn't.

The vegetable stall turned into a field, the green vegetables on the stall turned into lush plants, the Chinese yam in the woman's left hand became a branch of a fruit tree and the celery in her right hand became an alms bowl.

The woman became the real Medicine Buddha. Her hair was thick and black and her ears fell to her shoulders. She looked solemn. And there were countless aureoles and lucky clouds surrounding her.

Thousands of colorful prayer flags floated in front of her and blocked Ning Que's cutlass.

Looking at Medicine Buddha who seemed to be right in front of his eyes and also to be far away, Ning Que was shocked and said, ”She is the real Medicine Buddha!”

The Medicine Buddha smiled slightly, and the red mole between her eyebrows released a bright light, illuminating the field. The colorful prayer flags floated fiercely and the plants in the field grew faster and higher.

Ning Que and Sangsang stood in the field and their legs were instantly entangled by the vines, and they could no longer move.

While announcing her name, the Medicine Buddha slowly tilted the alms bowl in her hand, and the black liquid with the medicinal scent in the bowl flowed to the ground, turned into a river and rushed toward Ning Que and Sangsang.

Medicine was used to treat people, but they also could kill people. Sometimes, good medicines could become the most powerful poison. Inhaling the strange smell coming from the medicine river, Ning Que felt suffocated and then felt an extreme pain coming from his chest. He covered his chest with his hand and coughed severely, as if he would cough up his internal organs.

Sangsang stood beside him. She looked at the Medicine Buddha in the distance and said with a frown, ”It's ridiculous.” After saying this, she blinked. Then the field was smashed, the lush plants turned into pieces and the medicine river with the strange smell began to spread around.

The vegetable stall was still the vegetable stall.

Ning Que swung his iron cutlass. With a shrill sound, the blade crossed over the woman's body and cut her open, revealing a golden light.

The woman looked at them and smiled.

Suddenly her body was divided into halves and fell to the ground. There were golden lights enshrouding the smooth incision, as if melting gold was overflowing.

The gold melted into the wind, became golden mist, and gradually drifted around the market. Some of the golden mist floated in front of Sangsang. She frowned and turned paler, as if she was in a bit of pain.

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They came back to the small courtyard empty-handed since they killed the woman who owned the vegetable stall. Ning Que's mind was weighed down with anxiety, and he became even more unsettled while thinking about what happened before.

No matter whether the woman was the real Medicine Buddha or just a fake, she couldn't defend herself in front of Ning Que and Sangsang, just like how Monk Qingban who turned into Phra Pidta.

But the Breath of Buddha that they shed after their death seemed to be harmful to Sangsang. What if they meet more of these Buddhas in the future? They must leave the world as soon as possible.

”I have to find a way to cure you,” said Ning Que, looking at Sangsang.

Sangsang was a little pale and asked, ”What if you can't find a way?”

Ning Que didn't want to disturb her, so he just laughed and answered, ”Even if I can't cure you, you won't die. We still have to carry on living.”

Sangsang stared at his eyes and said, ”I am poisoned by our lives.”

Ning Que understood what she meant, but didn't know how to reply. He went silent for a while and said, ”Let's go.”

This time he did not ask for her opinion, for he didn't mean to leave the chessboard world, but to leave the small courtyard and Chaoyang City. He was going to find a way to cure Sangsang.

Just like many years ago.

After living in the small courtyard for many years, they left a lot of memories and also had many essential items for daily life. But Ning Que only sorted out some weapons and a jar of pickled vegetables to carry away with them.

Sangsang asked, ”Where should we go?”

Ning Que subconsciously looked at the distant east again and felt afraid. So he answered, ”South.”

All of a sudden, an unhealthy blush appeared on Sangsang's pale cheeks. She asked, ”Are you going to see her?”

Ning Que was stunned for a while and then understood what she was talking. He laughed and answered, ”There is no Great River Kingdom in the south of this world.”

Sangsang said, ”But you just habitually want to go to the south.”

Ning Que was puzzled and asked, ”So?”

Sangsang said, ”You are thinking about going to see her.”

Ning Que was a little angry and replied, ”Is it a good time to argue about things like this?”