Nightfall

() (It is rare to re-enter the night, indicating that my current ability to control has indeed made great progress, but sometimes I feel very sorry, because when I re-enter, it is often when I am most emotional. I have always thought it is a good chapter, such as this chapter, please taste it. In addition, today is Monday, please vote a recommendation vote, thank you.)

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Through his eyes, Sang Sang saw Foshan as old, Yaping slightly changed its shape, the wilderness was as old, the Buddha and the Bodhisattva were still chanting and chanting the Buddha there, and the green lion was still angry like that. Not knowing if it would be tiring, she suddenly wanted to know how Ning Que had spent the past three years.

"How did you go? Digging the ground with an iron knife, you don't know, how hard is this broken mountain, and in three years, such a piece of land was rectified. If the old farmers in the southern country saw it, you might be I look down on me a lot, but I'm so tired. What should I do if I'm tired? Just rest, just like hungry, I have to eat. "

Ning Que's speech is very fast, and the pitch fluctuates particularly high. It's like telling a very surprising thing. Actually, it's just because he hasn't spoken to people for three years. ..

Sang Sang remained silent for a moment without showing any emotion, and asked, "What are you eating?"

For three years, Ning Que could only hear the sound of an iron sword falling on a cliff, the sound of a blue lion roaring in the wilderness, the sound of wind rolling stones, the cicadas and frogs in the pond below the mountain, and himself and himself The voice of speech, at this time finally heard Sang Sang's voice, intuition seems to have eaten a pot of Tongtian pill, all over the body, Shutai, fluttering straight into the sky deep, beautiful not.

"What to eat? Hey, don't you say, there are really a lot of delicious things in this broken place, boiled frogs in fresh water, fried frogs, fried frogs, roasted frogs, raw frogs, changing patterns, without weight!"

Sang Sang heard Ning Que say when he was a child. In his world, there is a kind of person who makes money by speaking. Those people often speak quickly. And he likes rhyming, repeating, or saying that he likes and is good at playing poor words. At this time, listening to a long list of words about frogs in Ning Notch, I think he is probably learning those people.

Ning Que didn't know what she was thinking, because he had no time to feel it, but he talked happily about his life in the past three years, spitting. It seems to be more than sweat.

He proudly said: "Yes, there is oil, of course there must be oil ... This is full of wild lotus, I squeezed some lotus seed oil, whether it is used to mix wild vegetables or fried frogs, it will be delicious."

Sang Sang said: "You should be a vegetarian."

Ning Quemeifei said: "Relax. I have never forgotten to match this kind of thing with meat and vegetables, stewed lotus root, stir-fried lotus root strips, freshly peeled lotus seeds are crumbling, and there is no bitterness! I know, whether it is roasted with lotus leaves or fried raw, that fragrant ... just remember the three sisters. Some can't talk. "

Three years later, he was so thin and dark. It looks no different from the poor serfs under Xuankong Temple, contrary to him. Sang Sang feels a lot better. The three poisons are still there, but they are calmer. There should be no danger of poisoning. They are no longer as weak as they were before they slept.

Sang Sang can see him and can imagine how hard he has lived in the past three years. At this time, he listens to him cheerfully, and he feels more and more pitiful. The emotion is so strong that she feels a bit sour. If you can cry, you will cry.

Ning Que felt the bitterness from his heart, and said with a smile after a moment of silence: "Don't worry, you know that I am very good at living in the wild. I didn't often do this when I was a kid?"

Sang Sang didn't speak. He thought about how lonely you were in Minshan when you were a child. At least you still have me by your side. Now you are still carrying me, but I haven't been in these three years.

Ning Que was still thinking about it, she listened quietly, her eyes narrowed gradually, that was a smile, and then she felt a little warm, a little gentle, and then she frowned in his heart.

Sang Sang was silent for a long time, and then said: "I'm a little tired, I want to sleep a little longer."

Ning Que didn't expect it. After he was startled, he smiled and said, "Okay."

Sang Sang began to sleep again.

This time, she slept for ten years.

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Ten years later, Sang Sang woke up.

This time she found that the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness have not changed, but the mountain in front of her has changed a lot. Ning Que has already repaired the feet of the Buddha with an iron knife and is re-cutting the clothes on the Buddha ’s body. Cutting non-stop between the cliffs, a line of clothing slowly formed.

Compared with the awkwardness and rigidity at the beginning of the Buddha's cultivation, Ning Que now has a lot of skill, and the iron sword can walk freely, just like the most experienced carvings in the small town in front of the Lanke Temple.

The progress of the carving technique was exchanged for time and hard work. Thirteen years have passed. Ning Que does not know how many iron swords he has swept. His sweat is everywhere in the cliff.

Ning Que felt her awake, her body was a little stiff, she was silent for a long time, slowly inserted the iron knife into the crack of the cliff, patted her hips with her hand, smiled and said, "Wake up?"

"Yes." Sang Sang said.

"Then I have a rest." Ning Que sighed, a little tired and contented, and released her and hugged her in her arms, walked to the cliff and sat down, looking at the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the wilderness.

Buddha and Bodhisattva chanting the thirteen years of chanting the Buddha, the masterpiece of the Buddha's light in the golden pond, if the three poisons in Sang Sang's body are not dead, I am afraid that they will die on the spot.

The green lion screamed at the cliff, and the clouds in the sky shattered.

Ning Que looked at the blue lion in the rage and said with a smile: "What is chūn, my wife is awake, and you are not awakened by your anger. Shouldn't it be chūn?"

Sang Sang looked at the lines on the hem of this Buddha's lapel, but he didn't think it was a cassock. He asked, "You have to repair the Buddha's clothes by the way?"

Ning Que said: "Be careful in doing things, how can such details go wrong."

Sang Sang asked: "Isn't it a Buddha to wear a cassock?"

Ning Que said: "Why do Buddhas have to wear cassocks?"

Sang Sang asked: "What is this Buddha going to wear?"

Ning Que thought about the clothes he designed, and said proudly: "The day you carved it, you know it, you must like it."

Sang Sang said after a moment of silence: "Your clothes are also torn."

As a college walker, Ning Que wore a college uniform when walking on the earth. The college uniform he picked at first was black, very dirty, and the college uniform was very strong, and ordinary attacks could not be torn, so those There is basically no change during the year, and only wash it when it is dirty.

In the Xiling Temple, he was imprisoned by Sang Sang and then slashed. The uniform is not on the body. Only then was Sang Sang threw it to him. This black uniform accompanied him to spend countless years in the chessboard world. There was still no decay and corruption. In the past 13 years, the academic uniform has been corrupted. Is not the same.

This shows how hard he has spent these years and how much he has done.

Now Ning Que is very black and thin. His hands grew extremely thick cocoons, more like a farmer.

But his eyes are very bright, because as Sang Sang's poison is gradually cleared, his mood is getting better and better, the jīng **** is more and more determined, and he feels stronger and stronger.

"I have made many new dishes over the years."

I feel that Sang Sang's situation has indeed improved a lot. Ning Que was very happy, holding her body, pointing to the pond under the mountain and saying happily: "I always thought there was no fish in the pond, but later I found out that there really was in the depth of the lotus field. Fresh ... really nothing to say. "

He snapped his mouth, reminiscing about the deliciousness of the pot of fish soup at that time, and he immediately lost his emotions. Said: "Unfortunately there are too few fish. It's not easy to catch, and I don't have much time."

Sang Sang was silent for a long time. Said: "I'm a little tired, sleep a little longer."

After saying this, she began to sleep again, not knowing that it would take too many teenagers to wake up again.

Ning Que looked at her face in her arms, her expression a bit dull, and after a long time it was difficult to squeeze out a smile, and said, "Sleep well, I will deal with the matter here."

Sang Sang kept sleeping, which reminded him that when she was seriously ill, she felt a shadow in her heart, but thinking that Sang Sang did improve, and thought that the three poisons planted by the Buddha were too powerful, it might be necessary to spend some time.

He felt a little tired. He sat on the cliff and looked at the wilderness. He was silent for a long time. His body was so tall, but his back was so lonely.

Tiredness and pain are not difficult, because there is hope, the most difficult thing in the world is loneliness. He has been practicing Buddha for 13 years, and he only said a few words with Sang Sang. This is loneliness.

Because of emotional problems, Ning Que devoted himself to a full day of vacation. He didn't wake up until the morning light emerged from the edge of the dark sky and disappeared quickly.

He stretched his waist, and the strained muscles and skeletal joints made an awkward friction. Then he bowed his head and kissed Sang Sang's round face fiercely, making a slap.

"Black ... pig."

"Black ... pig."

"La, la la, la la la la! La la la la! La ...... la!"

"La, la la, la la la la! La la la la! La ...... la! Black ... pig!"

In the lonely song, he was carrying Sang Sang, tied with a **** umbrella, brandishing an iron sword, climbing up and down the cliff, cutting with extreme skill, and carving out new lines after another.

Buddha has a pair of delicate feet.

The buddha's cassock gradually changed its appearance, and it seemed a bit elegant, simple style, dragging the skirt, like someone had put on a large maid's suit on a small body.

Three years later, Sang Sang woke up.

She looked at the familiar maid's suit and said nothing.

Ning Que bit the root lotus branch and asked, "How does it feel? Does it look like?"

Sang Sang said: "I'm going to wear it now, it will certainly not be so loose."

Ning Que said: "Although the figure has changed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but in my eyes, you are still the same as before."

Sang Sang said, "Where has it been repaired?"

Ning Que pointed to the summit and said: "Tomorrow will begin to repair the face of Buddha."

Sang Sang was a little surprised, and a little surprised that she didn't show joy.

She said, "It's a lot faster than in the previous years."

Ning Que said with a smile: "Without it, only familiar with it."

Sang Sang said: "Can it be finished after repair?"

Ning Que said: "Of course, it will be over soon."

Sang Sang was silent for a long time and said, "Yes, everything is almost over."

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… (To be continued.)