Nightfall

At that time, Ning Que and Sang Sang were besieged by the practitioners. They went to Xihuang through the chessboard of the Buddha, and the Lanke Temple in the autumn rain suffered the anger of the academy. The statue of the Buddha statue was cut into countless pieces, and those pieces rolled down from the peak, filled the valley, and crushed half of the old temple.

Fortunately, those huge rocks did not cause the town to be extinguished. These years, they were continuously infiltrated by the sea, rain and wind, and gradually covered with moss. Instead, they turned into a rare scenery. The declining incense of Kesi has become the only way to attract tourists.

The main income of the town residents now comes from the stones that these Buddha stone statues turned into. People broke these huge stones into countless small pieces, and then carved them into Buddha statues, which were sold to the tourists who come here-of course, want Breaking the boulder is a very hard thing. No matter how heavy the hammer and sharp iron knife can help the residents to achieve their goals simply, the most common method people still use is to burn water.

The fire is a wildfire lit by hay in the fields outside the town, the water is the seawater drawn from the side of the Wa Mountain, and the quarry in the southeast of the town is breathing smoke from morning to night, the steam is steaming and burned The slightly reddish rocks suddenly met the cold water and made a sneering sound, repeating them odorlessly twice at a time. Finally, at some moment, those hard rocks would burst out of clear cracks, and that was the broken stone. key.

Ning Que stood on the hillside beside the quarry, watching the process of the residents breaking the stone, watching silently for a long time, watching the fire and water alternately, watching the cracks on the mossy-covered boulders, and found When most cracks appear, they follow a certain pattern, and two oblique cracks intersect somewhere.

The two cracks are composed together, much like that word. He naturally remembered the sword marks on the stones that were seen deep in the peak of Tianqi Mountain and at the bottom of the Daming Lake many years ago. Uncle Xiaoshi used his sword at the gate of Mozong Mountain. Countless words were written outside, so that the large array of blocks left by the bright priest who created the Deity became waste.

The rock was broken into smaller stones, then smashed by an adult with iron, and there was a rush of children, picking up stones of different sizes that they can carry, and then carefully selecting, according to the stone The size of the block and the direction of the stone pattern are divided into different categories, and finally they will be sent to the stonemason's hand.

Of course, most of the stonemasons in the town are monks halfway, just like Ning Que also practiced halfway before they began to contact Dharma, but they sculpted every day and night, people's craftsmanship has become extremely skilled, a piece of stone with a square It only takes more than ten days and nights to become a beautifully carved Buddha statue.

Ning Que looked at the broken stone, and then saw the stone carving of the Buddha. After three days, he began to follow the craftsmen to learn to carve the Buddha. It did n’t take long for him to become the best person in Washan carving-in Buddha In the last years of the chessboard, he repaired a whole mountain to look like a Buddha. How difficult can those stones be for him?

It's just that the Buddha statue he carved was very different from the Buddha statues carved by the stone masonry in the town. The stonemasons admired his savvy craftsmanship, and had made many comments. He just smiled but didn't explain.

The Buddha statue carved by Ning Que has no wide ears, not to mention compassion, but a chubby young woman with a bun, obviously you can see that the young woman's expression is extremely indifferent.

One day, there was a light rain at the Lanke Temple. Ning Que held a stone outside the temple and continued to engrave. Suddenly there was a loose voice behind her: "Did she lose weight successfully?"

"It was reduced in Chaoyang City on the chessboard."

Ning Que placed the stone statue in the dozen or so stone statues next to it, put down the carving knife, patted the ashes on his body and stood up.

The man said, "This has been reduced by a thousand years? Haotian does not seem to be omnipotent."

Ning Que smiled, turned to hug him, and said: "You didn't like her very much before? How can you talk so harshly now? It doesn't fit your status as the Protestant Lord now."

Chen Pipi pouted a bit boringly, and said, "Then do you like her tall, or was she like that before?"

Ning Que thought for a while, and found that the answer was indeed obvious. She smiled helplessly, looked at Tang Xiaotang standing beside him, and found that she was still wearing a ponytail. Some accidents, said: "Not married yet?"

Tang Xiaotang was not shy and said, "Wait for my brother."

Chen Pipi sighed and said, "I don't expect to wait for my father to agree."

Ning Que looked at him again, looked at the slightly loose Tsing Yi on his body, and remembered that he had seen Tsing Yi's audience twice in Chang'an City, and found that he was indeed very similar to the audience after being thin.

The three of them walked to the nearby kiosk. Autumn rain fell and fell on the eaves of the pavilion, and it accumulated for a long time before it turned into a very thin water flow, which ran down the corridor column and wet the ground under the pavilion.

Chen Pipi said, "Is it finished?"

Ning Que took out a file from his arms and handed it over, saying, "If you let Ye Su or Grand Master write it, or more appropriate, you know that I am still an unbeliever after all."

These are some of the words he wrote while retreating the stone at the Lanke Temple. If it can be passed, then it may become the last and most important volume of the Protestant teachings.

Chen Pipi took over the file and said: "Brothers do it, the chance of success is naturally higher. I will do it harder, but rest assured, your efforts will not be ruined in my hands."

Ning Que said: "There is really not much time, so hurry up."

Chen Pipi opened the file and looked at the above statement about the new world, about the kingdom of God or the afterlife, frowned slowly, and said, "It's a really magnificent picture."

Ning Que said: "From the teacher to the uncle, and then to our generation, the academy spent a whole thousand years to prepare. If it can't appear a magnificent picture, it's not fun."

Chen Pipi collected the file, looked at the tired and haggard that covered his eyebrows, thinking about the things he had done in the past six months, took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and handed it over, said: "When needed have eaten."

Smelling the faint smell of the medicine in the porcelain bottle, Ning Que's expression was slightly different, because he had eaten this medicine, and he knew the preciousness of this medicine very well. He said, "When you and I are in the realm, a Tongtian Pill It can only provide us with possible opportunities. There is really no need to waste. "

"This medicine was originally reserved for Brother Ye Su and wanted to help him break through the five realms."

Chen Pipi was silent for a moment, and said, "I just didn't expect that he can no longer practice, and now he is dead. What's the use of keeping it again? Even if it can't help you to break through, at least it can help you repair the hidden dangers in your body, killing people for thousands of miles It sounds chic, but it is extremely hard. You seem to be raising these days in Lanke Temple. In fact, you are continuing to consume God. Whether it is academy or Protestantism, you need to be able to stand all the time. "

Ning Que thought for a while, and said nothing more, just put the porcelain bottle in his sleeve.

Tang Xiaotang said: "If Uncle Xiao thinks that this gift is too heavy to be rewarded, it is just a gift."

Ning Que said with a smile: "You have not yet married him, but began to housekeeper for him? Say, what do you want."

Tang Xiaotang pointed to the row of stone statues outside the pavilion wet by rain and said, "Send me one."

Ning Que was a little unexpected, walked out of the pavilion to pick up a stone statue he was most satisfied with, and handed him said, "It's not that I haven't seen a real person, why should I look at this cold image."

Tang Xiaotang took the stone figure, wiped off the rain with the sleeve, Jane replayed the ceremony, and said, "If you can get her back, why engrave these cold images?"

Ning Que was embarrassed and said, "I am mainly learning how to break stones."

Tang Xiaotang patted his chest and said, "You want to learn, I can teach you."

Many years ago, on the streets of Chang'an City, there was a little girl with a broken chest and big stones.

After many years, she is still so bold and courageous.

Ning Que remembered the pictures of the year, with some emotion.

As an uncle, it is inconvenient to see where her hands are.

Chen Pipi did not have taboos in this respect, murmured and sighed: "It's not big ..."

Outside the Lanke Temple, there are thousands of Protestant believers waiting for Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang. They are about to go to the Song Kingdom, just like Ning Que Wanli killing, they are preaching in thousands of miles.

The volume of text has been entrusted, Ning Que will no longer delay their time and send them out of the temple.

After Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang left, he continued carving Buddha statues, well, the image of Sang Sang.

He made hundreds of sangsang statues, and arranged them in front of the hall in sequence. Those sangsang statues either bowed their heads in contemplation, or raised their heads to the sky, or negatively looked at the world.

Autumn rain falls from time to time, and Sang Sang is wet from time to time.

He squinted, glared, supported his waist, hugged his arms, and watched the stone statue change in the autumn rain.

The situation in the world has continued to change with the passage of time. The battles are full of wars and the battles are full of vigor. The war between the Tang Dynasty and the Daomen are mutually victorious. The strategy of the Xiling Temple has played a certain role. Tang Guo or the academy has never been able to find a way to step through that small town.

In fact, Ning Que did n’t care much about the town. There were not many people who could guess his thoughts. Long Qing was one of them. He stood in the bleak autumn wind and stood at the head of Yan Guocheng, waiting for Ning Que quietly. 's arrival

Many people have always thought that this battle between Ning Que and Long Qing is inevitable and should happen at any time, but what is unexpected is that Ning Que has been late and the battle has never happened.

Ning Que was in the Lanke Temple in the autumn rain to see Sang Sang.

What is Sang Sang looking at now?

The long cold night like the night in the extreme northern cold region ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Atami has long been covered with thick snow, and the light in the felt room left by the barren tribe seems to be frozen and broken.

Sang Sang was sitting by the lamp, looking at his fingertips.

There is a bubble at her fingertips.

The surface of the bubble is smooth, and it looks extra clear against the light, and it is very transparent, and the shape is extremely perfect.

The blue lion was lying at her feet, looking at the bubble, his eyes full of curiosity, but instinctively terrified, always felt that if he waved his claw to break the bubble, the world would be destroyed.

Ning Que looked at the two cracks on the rock surface in Lanke Temple.

The surface of the bubble between Sang Sang's fingers also seems to have two tiny cracks on it, which will be broken only in the next moment.

Like the hundreds of stone statues in Lanke Temple, she still has no expression on her face.

But that does not mean indifference, it is more like calm.

She gently stroked the high, bulging belly.

The smell of fragrant soup came from the corner of the felt room.

In the early morning, the green lion hunted a snow chicken.

She is boiling chicken soup.

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(Suddenly don't want to use the chest to break the big stone, or maybe continue to use it in the next chapter. Well, today is more difficult. Fortunately, I finally sat down and lived.) If you like this work, you are welcome to ◤first launch◢ vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)