980 Spring Thunder In The Human World, And Holding Flower In The Buddha Land (2/2)

The Eldest Brother was busy with national affairs over these years, such as preparing for the war and educating the new monarch. Besides, he was also worried about the wellbeing of Ning Que in the chessboard. With so many burdens on his shoulders, he hadn't smiled like this for a long time.

Spring thunders kept roaring, but there was still no rain.

In the Lanke Temple, the three fronts were struck by lightning and the statue of Buddha collapsed. Moss appeared on the rock debris overnight, giving off the smell of sea breeze.

Monk Guan Hai and the other monks in the temple sat down in front of the broken halls with their legs crossed and were chanting. The Blind Monk kept screaming and scratching the mosses on the rocks crazily, ”Something is going to happen. I can feel it!”

On the cliff yard of the Divine Halls, the Abbey Dean sat in a wheelchair, looked at the clouds covering the sky and the lightning falling from time to time and ordered, ”Get ready for the sacrificial ceremony. My Master will return soon.”

The war at the bottom of the Giant Sinkhole of West Wilderness was still going on, and tens of thousands of serfs had been involved in fighting against the nobles and soldier monks of the Xuankong Temple.

The sound of arrows flying around hung over the field, mixed with the terrible screams. Blood and dead bodies were everywhere. At this point, a thick lightning fell from the dark clouds of the sky.

The lightning fell on the Grand Hall on the peak. With a loud noise, the hall collapsed and the statue of Buddha instantly turned into black powder!

Jun Mo waved the iron sword in front of his chest and kept Qi Nian and the Elders of the Commandment Hall a few li away with the Will of Rite. He looked at the black smoke coming from the summit and said indifferently, ”Buddha has been defeated. You still think you can conquer me?”

After a few days of spring thunder, the spring rain finally fell, and it lasted for days. The spring rain this year was very heavy, which was unusual. It was washing the earth that had been struck by lightning.

The rain fell on the broken Buddhist temples, the broken statues of Buddha and the pale-faced monks. It was washing away the remaining Breaths of Buddha.

In the Back Hill of the Academy, the rain kept falling on the green leaves of the pear tree and then flew down, making the chessboard under the tree and the crowd around the chessboard all wet.

The naked upper body of the Sixth Brother was covered with drops which kept flying around like arrows as he waved the iron hammer to smash the chessboard.

They were all exhausted after so many years of hitting the chessboard, but they never thought of giving up. Besides, the Eldest Brother smiled, which indicated that they were getting close to finally breaking down the chessboard.

The sound of the hammer was as loud as spring thunder, and the sweat ran down the Sixth Brother's body like raindrops.

One day, a slight sound suddenly came from the chessboard.

A thin line appeared on the chessboard. And the thin line was actually a very small crack which would be ignored if one was not looking carefully.

One day, a slight sound suddenly came from Ning Que's head.

Ning Que opened his eyes and looked at the big ship which was still sailing to the other side of the river. After a long time of silence, he reached out to pick up the Bodhi tree between his eyebrows and smiled.

The Bodhi tree had grown very densely, and the prosperous green leaves seemed to cover the dark sky and blocked all of the Lights of Buddha. There were tens of thousands of Buddhas sitting on those green leaves. They had different shapes and different postures, but they were all paying tribute to Ning Que.

Even though the Bodhi tree was so huge, he just lifted it easily and then walked two steps aside. At this moment, Sangsang woke up and walked up to him holding the big black umbrella.

Ning Que inserted the Bodhi tree into a certain spot on the summit. The mountain peak was the Buddha, who was dark and thin, dressed in a handmaiden costume, and named Sangsang.

The Bodhi tree being inserted at the top of the mountain was like a flower being inserted in Sangsang's hair.

Ning Que looked back at Sangsang and held her hand.

There was a white flower in Sangsang's hair.

Just like one bringing a painted dragon to life by putting in the pupils of its eyes, it was also true to bring the statue of Buddha to life by inserting a flower in its hair.

Ning Que inserted the flower into Sangsang's hair, and the Buddha woke up.

The small white flower in Sangsang's hair fluttered in the wind and the Bodhi tree on the summit kept swaying too. All of the Buddhas sitting on the green leaves were paying tribute to Sangsang.

Ning Que felt that the wills of all living beings were flowing into his body as well as Sangsang's body.

He laughed, and Sangsang laughed too. So all of the Buddhas on the green leaves laughed with them.

Then Sangsang stopped smiling and went silent. So all of the Buddhas were quiet too.

Sangsang looked at every part of the world indifferently, so the whole world became silent and indifferent.

Countless Buddhas and Bodhisattvas on the big ship became frustrated.

The indigo lion roared, but it could not resist the power and pressure from the Buddha. With an unwilling whine, it could no longer support its body and kneeled down to the peak.

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