976 Cultivating Buddhism Part II (2/2)

Then he turned to the indigo lion and cursed, ”Don't stop! Keep shaking your damn head! It would be perfect if you become bald! The Academy is specialized in killing bald things!”

The indigo lion returned with an angry roar, but couldn't harm Ning Que.

Ning Que was even angrier, because Sangsang was almost injured and the Light of Buddha from the fur and ritual implements made Sangsang weaker and in pain. He couldn't stand to see Sangsang suffer.

The Light of Buddha among the mountain and the ponds were extremely bright. He carried Sangsang on his back and tied the handle of the umbrella in front of him, making sure that her whole body was covered by the black umbrella. Then he walked to the original position with the iron cutlass in his hand.

The mountain was really solid. Even the lion's mane and the Bodhisattvas' ritual implements only shattered a thin layer of the surface of the cliff, which did not help him.

Carrying Sangsang on his back and holding the big black umbrella, Ning Que bent down and slashed the hard cliff rocks nonstop, just like a old farmer working. He was holding a large black umbrella, squatting, and waving his iron cutlass against the hard cliffs, just like an old farmer farming under the hot sun.

Farming was the hardest activity of mankind. Drops of sweat kept appearing on his forehead, dropping on his hand and the ground, and then mixing into the crushed cliff stones.

”I am really tired.” He wiped his sweat and gasped. ”How could it be so tiring?”

Sangsang said, ”I have planted peppers in the courtyard of City of Wei. It was not that tiring.”

Ning Que felt that his self-esteem was hurt and argued, ”That's because your body was too weak to sweat. If you were like me and kept sweating, you will feel tired too. The drops of sweat are very annoying and my hands are slipping.”

Sangsang's voice sounded a little weak, ”You just can't do it.”

The one thing Ning Que hated the most was that people, especially women, thought he couldn't do something. Of course he couldn't stand Sangsang, his own wife, said that he couldn't do it.

”That's because you are fat! Of course I will be tired carrying such a fat woman on my back! Why didn't you carry me in your back when you took care of your plants? You have to bear the main responsibility!” He shouted angrily, ”Why didn't you pick a slim body when you became Haotian?”

Sangsang asked, ”You prefer slim girls?”

Ning Que replied, ”It has nothing to do with my preference. I am just talking about weight.”

Sangsang said, ”So you prefer slim girls.”

Ning Que threw the iron cutlass on the ground and said, ”It has nothing to do with my preference!”

Sangsang said, ”The body I chose is perfect. I became fat because your teacher poured into the body that I picked from the world of mortals in front of the gate of the Divine Kingdom. You should blame him.”

Ning Que silently picked up the iron cutlass and continued to slash the mountain.

Sangsang said, ”Say something.”

Ning Que went silent for quite a while and then said, ”The student can't speak bad of his teacher.”

Sangsang asked, ”How can repairing Buddha statues remove the poisons that are inside me?”

Ning Que answered, ”Man and wife are one flesh. If I were to become the Buddha, you become the Buddha too. By then removing the poisons inside of you would be a piece of cake. And what's funnier is that these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas would become our valets.”

Sangsang asked, ”How did you think of this method?”

Ning Que answered, ”Don't ask so many question. Just trust your husband. Who are we? I am the hero of our story, and you are the heroine. When danger strikes, the hero must stand in front of the heroine and help her out. Then, they can live happily ever after.”

”Happy life? I am a little tired. I want to sleep first,” said Sangsang.

Ning Que felt that her voice was very sweet, as if she was just drinking some sugar water. Then his dry throat became moist and sweet too and he was very happy.

Sangsang began to sleep, and she slept for three years.

When she woke up, the right foot of Buddha had been repaired and turned into a very delicate little foot, which looked a little familiar. If the foot was whiter, it would be looked more familiar.

Ning Que finally gained something after three years of hard work.

He turned the foot of Buddha into the foot of Sangsang.

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