Nightfall

Ning Que asked: "What if I can't die?"

Jun Mo said, "That's my death."

He said the clouds were calm and windy, Ning Que was thrilled to hear, and after a long silence he said again: "Brother, the Buddha may really be alive."

Jun Mo refused to believe, and Su Rong learned: "I am confused. Buddha is already Nirvana. If he is still on earth, how could the teacher not know, how could she not know Haotian?"

Ning Que sighed and said, "She really does not know the life and death of the Buddha, otherwise why should she come to Xuankong Temple to visit?"

Jun Mo was silent for a moment and said, "Then find it first and then talk."

The two returned to the small tent by the lake, and Sang Sang was sleeping.

It turned out that Haotian felt sleepy. Hearing the footsteps, she opened her eyes and looked at Ning Que and said, "If I spare him, even if I cut the dust."

Jun Mo said: "Before the Qingxia, I said, why should my life be spared?"

Ning Queyu said with a long heart: "Don't Chen Yuan want you to cut, if you want to cut, you can cut it, can you justify some truth?"

Sang Sang sat up and looked at Jun Mo and said, "If it is reasonable, I don't understand very much. If the Buddha wants to set up an office to kill me, it should be the most wanted thing for the academy. Why are you on my side."

She is Haotian, and she knows his tendency from Jun Mo's expression. The reason why she does not mention Ning Que's position is because she is used to Ning Que's following.

Jun Mo calmly said: "Shameless."

Shameless is to be ashamed to be with its companions.

Ning Que's answer was more direct, saying: "The Academy cannot afford to lose the man."

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Leaving the lake and meadow in front of the cliff, Ning Que and Sang Sang walked between the underground fields, looking for traces of the Buddha's alive or dead marks.

Sometimes when grilling fish by the lake, he would think about what Brother 2 is doing now, holding the iron sword and beheading the nobles and monks and soldiers, or unreasonable reasoning with those living Buddhas.

In the future, it may even be a long time of decades. If you want to come to Junmo, you will hold the iron sword and fight in this tragic world. The sacred land that has been silent for countless years will surely set off countless storms and waves. Shivering?

Thinking of the pictures, it was cold-blooded. If he also felt a little emotionally agitated, he wished to join hands with his brother, but now he has more important things to do. Even after finishing the sale of Buddha, and then finishing the sale of Haotian, he still has to go back to Chang'an to do the big sale on earth.

The journey to find the Buddha continued. Ning Que and Sang Sang traveled across the vast field at the bottom of the tiankeng, but still found no clue. The two became more and more silent.

The unknown is disturbing, even more so for those who knew it all.

Walking through the wilderness, returning again, and climbing the peak again, Sang Sang traversed the countless temples between the forest cliffs, meditating in front of the quiet and solemn Buddha statues. Standing on the edge of the cliff and staring blankly at the sky.

In Xifeng, the main hall of the School of Discipline, they stood among the towering ancient trees, listening to the sound of the board falling heavily on the monk. At Dongfeng, they stood in the shadow of the cliff and watched the monk stomping the ground.

In the majestic hall of the peak, they saw the seven thoughts of meditation. In the hut behind the temple, I saw a thin old monk cooking porridge. Then I saw an ancient clock.

The Xuankong Temple between the peaks looks so quiet and peaceful, which is completely different from the world under the peaks. Looking at these pictures, Ning Que is very puzzled. Buddhism claims to be merciful. , Sitting on the peak thinking about the peak, how can you meditate and how can you meditate?

In the yellow temple at the cliff level below the peak, Ning Que saw an acquaintance. It was Master Yang Yang who left Chang'an and returned to Xuankong Temple to ask the Buddha again. At that time, Sang Sang was elsewhere, and Huang Yang only saw him.

Master Huang Yang was a little surprised. Ning Que simply talked about the experience of this day, and then the master realized that so many things had happened in the world and said, "You still leave earlier to be right."

Ning Que frowned slightly and asked, "What's wrong with Xuankong Temple?"

Master Huang Yang shook his head and said, "I don't know what's going on, so there should be something going on."

Master Huang Yang is the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, and his status in the secular world is extremely honorable, which makes him naturally well received in Xuankong Temple. However, these days the worship is still in the temple, but no monk came to visit himself, giving people a feeling, Xuankong Temple It seemed that he was deliberately isolating him, which made him feel vigilant.

The moment he saw Ning Que, the master knew where things came from.

In the wasteland, Sang Sang stepped on the first of the lectures into the solid ground, but the first was not dead. The Xuankong Temple knew that she and Ningque had arrived, and it was not unexpected.

Ning Que is not worried, as the so-called Haotian is in his arms, who is the enemy.

Master Huang Yang knows what he thinks, but he has some different ideas. He untied the rosary between his wrists and handed it to his hand. He looked solemnly and said, "My Buddha is compassionate, and there is also a thunderstorm."

In the Xuankong Temple, listening to the four words of my Buddha's compassion, Ning Que was uncomfortable in her consciousness. She walked up to the stone steps in front of the temple, pointed to the world covered by clouds under the peak, and said, "Where can there be compassion?"

Master Huang Yang knew that he had been walking in the world under the peak for a long time, and said: "Countless years ago, the Buddha opened the Buddha Kingdom with great willingness, and countless Huang Temples were built between the peaks, and there were countless criminals here. Farming and grazing, in order to support the monks, get Dharma influence, hope to wash away their sins. "

Ning Que said: "It's all farting. Not to mention that the mortals who were taken here by the Buddha were really guilty. Even if they had their own laws, he was just a practitioner. What qualifications do they have to convict? Even if those people are really convicted? The sins are serious, even the tenth generation of wicked people, what sins do these descendants have? Why should we live in this ghostless place for generations? "

Master Huang Yang has a Buddha's heart and can't agree with his accusation, but he also knows that this matter is indisputable, and he said after a long silence: "This life is the most painful, the next life or the most joyful."

Ning Que turned around on the stone steps and looked at the Buddha statue in the temple. He said: "How happy you are in the afterlife, how can you survive countless generations of suffering? The Buddha you worshipped is really disgusting."

Master Huang Yang said: "Or it may be wrong, but who dare to disobey the rules set by the Buddha?"

Ning Que said: "What you need for meditation is meditation. The monks are sitting among the peaks and enjoying the support of those slaves. Can you really meditate? Can you really meditate?"

Master Huang Yang said: "The vast majority of monks in the temple have never been to the peak of their lives."

Ning Que said: "But they are not fools, they are very clear about the world under the peak, and Xuankong Temple is also going to enter the world. Those monks and soldiers who go to the world, or strong men like you and Qinian, must go out of the tiankeng. Through the wilderness, in your eyes. How can there be no such poor people? "

Master Huang Yang said: "You are right. The Xuankong Temple has been passed down for countless years. Naturally, there will be truly compassionate monks. Even if they violate the Buddha's commandments, they want to make changes. However, they have not made it. Dade feels at a loss that when they try to make a change, the people under the peak will become at a loss, and the suffering seems to have become the dependence of their lives. "

Ning Que said: "Faith is addiction. To quit, naturally at the beginning, pain is inevitable. But how can you just let it go because of the temporary pain?"

Master Huang Yang said: "But if the Buddhist kingdom starts to collapse, how can it be controlled?"

Ning Que said, "This kind of ghost place collapses. Why bother."

Master Huang Yang shook his head helplessly, thinking that you as a person outside the square, such thinking is naturally correct, but the monk in the temple is a disciple of the Buddha. How can we see the destruction of the Buddha Kingdom?

Ning Que said: "If those monks are really compassionate, how can they bear it?"

Master Huang Yang said: "I can't bear it. I can't control it, I just have to leave."

Ning Que said: "So you left Xuankong Temple and returned to Chang'an."

Master Huang Yang said: "Yes, there are many monks who left Xuankong Temple like me. Master Qishan read through all the Buddhist scriptures and realized all the Dharma when he was a boy. Under Limin's misery, he finally broke through the mountain and went to Lanke Temple. "

Ning Que looked at the golden Buddha statue in the temple, thinking of the master Qishan who had been dying for a long time in the Washan Cave, and he was silent for a long time. He said: "The heart of the Buddha is the heart of the Buddha."

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Ning Que returned to the remote cliffside, pulled out the vines, and came under the tree in front of Liansheng's old residence.

He didn't know what kind of tree it was. He only remembered that when he came the other day, the whole tree had only one white flower, which was blown to his shoulder by the wind, and was now inserted between the hairpins of Sang Sang.

Only a few days later, the tree was filled with small white flowers, spitting the petals between the not dense green leaves, exuding a very pleasant floral fragrance, mixed with the breeze and drifting away.

Sang Sang walked to him, as she said the other day, no matter where Ning Que was, she could easily find him and would never let her go.

The breeze blowing between the cliffs, the green leaves and the small white flowers tremble slightly, and the green leaves become thicker and the small white flowers gradually wither at a speed visible to the naked eye. The picture looks extremely magical.

Only the small white flower among the mulberry temples is still delicate and fresh, as fresh as ever.

The thickening of green leaves and the declining of white flowers does not mean bleakness, but it may also be a good harvest, because the fruit will only bear fruit when the flowers fall.

Ning Que knew that the tree beside the cliff turned out to be a pear tree.

He reached out and picked a green pear on the branch, and found that this pear was much smaller than the common pear in the world. The green color of the pear surface was extremely pale, tender and smooth like jade, and it looked extremely sweet and juicy.

Ning Que had seen this kind of green pear, and Sang Sang also saw it. It was in the cave behind the Buddha statue in Washan a few years ago. Master Qishan took out a green pear and asked Sang Sang to eat it. Then Sang Sang divided him half.

This green pear is really delicious.

Ning Que looked at the green pear in his hand, a little hesitated, and even a little uneasy, because last time he and Sang Sang ate the green pear and went to sleep, they were put on the chessboard of the Buddha.

It's okay if it's another time, but now he and Sang Sang are in the Xuankong Temple.

Ning Que has been puzzled, why the monks in Xuankong Temple are always so calm, even if they ca n’t find Sang Sang and himself, they should be a little nervous. However, the countless temples between the peaks are still the same. Into the setting, the commandment hall is still punishing the monks, and the monk stomping nonstop.

Morning bells and evening drums, still innocent, now the Xuankong Temple is too calm.

What are the monks in Xuankong Temple waiting for? Waiting for Buddhism to pay attention to fate? The moment they are waiting for the fate of the fate? Where was that moment? Is it on this green pear?

Ning Que looked at the small green pear in his hand and frowned slightly.

Just then, a very melodious bell suddenly came from the summit.

Can it be clear?

Ning Que didn't think so. When the bell rang into his ear, his heart contracted suddenly, as if he was held firmly by an invisible hand, and he would be crushed in the next moment!

This bell can't be pure, it can only be terrifying!

Ning Que's face was instantly pale, almost painfully crushing the small green pear in his hand.

Immediately after that, he puffed out a red blood!

Her hand crossed the cliff breeze, I don't know when to hold his hand.

That was Sang Sang's hand.

A supremely pure and powerful divinity came from her hand, instantly occupying Ning Que's body and mind, and at an unimaginable speed, he repaired his broken heart as before.

Ning Que got rid of the desperate situation, looked at the beginning of the bell on the peak, his coat was covered with blood, his face was also covered with blood, and the palpitations in his eyes were hard to dispel.

This melodious bell came from the Great Hall of the Xuankong Temple, and from the ancient clock he and Sang Sang had seen, but where could he think that this bell was so horrible!

As Haoran Qi became deeper, his body was stronger than steel, and ordinary swords and arrows could not break his skin at all, not to mention the heart in his body, which was wrapped in layers of Haoran Qi.

However, a bell in Xuankong Temple shattered his heart and almost killed him!

Feeling the warmth held in his hand, Ning Que felt the so-called Sang Sang in his hand again, the feeling I feel in the world.

No matter how horrible this bell is, no matter how powerful the Hanging Temple is, as long as I hold Sang Sang's hand tightly, even if you cut me into countless segments, I can still live.

This is the conclusion drawn by Ning Que's countless blood and tears in the Temple of Light and Youge, and he is very confident.

Holding Sansang's hand, he no longer feared, and he could listen to the bell carefully.

The bell was ringing between the cliff walls, echoing in countless temples, so distant.

Gradually, there were countless chanting sounds, which began to merge into the bells ~ www.readwn.com ~ Countless temples, countless monks were chanting Buddhist scriptures, countless chanting sounds mixed together, buzzing, listening It is unclear which mantra they read.

Buddhist temples in the world all start the day with bells, which are morning bells.

When the morning bell rang, the monks woke up and began to pray verses religiously, as an early lesson.

The Xuankong Temple woke up, and the real Buddha Kingdom left by the Buddha also began to reveal its true appearance.

A ray of Buddha appeared on the cliff, covering Sang Sang in it.

Ning Que looked at the scene, his body was cold, and his heart seemed to stop beating.

Because he remembered a scene in the back hall of Lanke Temple many years ago.

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(There are four thousand in this chapter, there are today, it is a little tired, and the writing will be slower.)