976 Cultivating Buddhism Part II (1/2)
The Buddhist scriptures stated that molding Buddha statues or painting Buddha was disrespectful. But in fact, there were numerous ancient temples in the human world with Buddha statues on the walls. The stone Buddha statues on the top of the Wa Mountain behind Lanke Temple soared into the sky, and the Prajna Peak which was transformed by Buddha after his death was also a Buddha statue. And the chessboard world had numerous status of Buddha too. But Taoism actually controlled the human world never molded any status for Haotian, which revealed some problems vaguely.
Buddhism molded countless Buddha status. Ning Que wanted to break the connection between Buddha and all living creatures through the status. This was his cultivation on Buddhism.
One could think certain things through and talk about them proudly but find them hard to be performed. If the majestic snow mountain was indeed Buddha's original coordinates in this world or the collections of his Buddha nature, then the wild cliff yard where he stood on was only one of Buddha's toes. What's worse was that the black rocks were extremely hard, and he struggled to break them down even with his Haoran Qi.
The dark iron cutlass kept falling on the black cliff rocks, making thunderous noises. The shattering stones kept flying around, but the cliff rocks remained almost the same, only losing a thin layer of stone skin. If the current speed were to be applied, then it would take quite a long time for Ning Que to cut the toenail of Buddha round.
”Other people would embrace Buddha's feet and pray for help in time of emergency if needed, but you want to give Buddha a pedicure.”Sangsang felt that his approach was incomprehensible. She thought that it wouldn't change the current situation even if Ning Que had renovated the whole mountain.
Ning Que kept cutting the cliff rocks with his iron cutlass and said, ”I can't explain it to you. You will understand when I finish it. To cultivate Buddhism is to repair Buddhism.”
To cultivate Buddhism was to repair Buddhism. Sangsang taunted, ”Even so, what do you know about repairing? The Academy only knows how to destroy. When do you know how to build?”
The Buddha statue on the top of the Wa Mountain was cut down directly by Jun Mo with his iron sword, and he was also currently cutting the Prajna Peak. From this point of view, the Academy was indeed better at destroying Buddha statues and had no experience in repairing them.
Ning Que inserted the iron cutlass into a crack of the cliff rock and wrenched it hard, removing a watermelon-sized stone. He wiped sweat off his forehead and answered, ”You have a prejudice against the Academy. Who said we can't build? We built Chang'an. How hard could it be to repair the Buddha statues?”
Sangsang said, ”Quit bragging! You can't even weave the willow branches.”
Ning Que replied, ”I've told you before, I have already thought the whole matter through. Do you still remember that I made a boat with the redwood? It is my practice.”
”It sounds unreliable to compare the wood boat with Buddha statues.”
”How could you say this? The Buddha statues I have repaired may be ugly, but appearances should not matter.”
Sangsang was a little tired and was silent for she had nothing to say or she just didn't want to talk with him.
But talking could be unilateral sometimes. Ning Que didn't care for Sangsang's silence at all, and he just kept nagging while slashing the cliff rocks with his iron cutlass. The black rocks flew around, and the roaring lingered for a long time.
Although countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the field outside the golden ponds couldn't hear what Ning Que was saying, they could see clearly what he was doing and became more and more serious.
The indigo lion at the forefront was particularly angry and unsettled, violently swinging its head and screaming to the dark sky. The mane on its neck, which was as thick as a forest, shined with the Light of Buddha, and was erected as the beast swung its head. Its mane looked like it was made of numerous swords.
Ning Que was taking a rest at this point. Seeing the change of the indigo lion, he was stunned slightly at first, then laughed and pointed to it, ”Look! The big cat is angry!”
Sangsang ignored him.
Hearing the laugh, the indigo lion was even angrier and its actions became wilder and wilder. The violent airflow it stirred up even teared the clouds on the high sky into pieces!
In the horrible turbulence and whistling, the mane on the lion's neck, which shined with the Light of Buddha, was discharged, broke through the clouds and rushed to the mountain, like hundreds of black shadows!
The indigo lion couldn't break the ban set by the Buddha to enter thousands of golden ponds outside the mountain. But its mane was lifeless, so it could launch a long-range attack.
The mane instantly came to the cliff and fell down as rain. The heavy crash rang out and countless gravels splashed everywhere. Every fur was like an invincible spear!
There were three strands of fur that pierced into Sangsang. Ning Que suddenly turned pale and rolled over to her. He opened the big black umbrella and forced its handle into the cliff.
Sangsang was not seriously injured, and there was only a thin cut on her cheek. Her body was divine, so obviously the fur of the indigo lion contained horrible power!
”Look, they are really scared. My method works,” whispered Ning Que, holding the umbrella handle tightly.
The long-range attack of the indigo lion continued, and there were dull crashing sounds everywhere on the cliff. Two large strands of fur fell on the big black umbrella, making Ning Que's palm sore.
Then, countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the field also took out their ritual implements and threw to the mountain peak at a great distance, but these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were clearly not as powerful as the indigo lion. Only a few ritual implements which belonged to several Grand Bodhisattvas fell on the edge of the cliff, bringing a burst of vibration. Additional ritual implements couldn't reach the cliff and fell from the sky above the golden ponds.
It seemed that an invisible cover was shielding the golden ponds, and these ritual implements shattered the moment they fell on it, becoming countless golden rays of light and flying everywhere. These ritual implements all contained the Light of Buddha, so the ponds became brighter and even the dark sky seemed to be illuminated.
Ning Que squinted his eyes looked at the field silently. He sensed that Sangsang was in pain.
After a long time, the horrible attack from the field finally stopped. Numerous Buddhas and Bodhisattvas went silent. But the indigo lion swayed its head and cried into the air.
Ning Que closed the big black umbrella and looked at the field in the distance. He was angry and also helpless, for he couldn't fight against the Power of Buddha of these Grand Bodhisattvas and the indigo lion.
Then he opened the black umbrella toward the direction of the field, which was an insulting posture. Ning Que didn't care whether those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas could understand it or not.