Chapter 57: I don't know the true Buddha in front of me
It was the first rain after the drought in Hebei Province. The rain was very cold. When Ning Que found the little baby girl from under the corpse, she was covered in bruises and was about to die of hunger and cold. From that rain, Ning Que
There have always been many psychological shadows hidden in his heart. As Sangsang became seriously ill several times during his childhood and was about to die, the shadows became heavier and heavier, and he hid them deeper and deeper.
As time went by, Sangsang's attacks became less and less frequent. Although the military doctor in the walled city could not completely cure the coldness in her body, she still prescribed some symptomatic drugs. In addition to ensuring that there was
With the strong liquor by her side, she kept doing housework to stimulate her muscles, and Ning Que almost forgot about it.
Especially after Sangsang began to practice Xiling Taoist magic, the cold aura in his body felt like the thin snow on a spring day. Ning Que thought that this would be considered a complete recovery. However, who would have thought that Sangsang would suddenly fall ill again.
, and being so seriously ill seems more dangerous than the times when I was a child.
The shadow hidden deep in Ning Que's heart surfaced again. During the journey, he thought hard and worried. Even the master couldn't cure Sang Sang's disease. Can Lanke Temple really cure Sang Sang?
Is his illness really just an illness, or is he destined to have a cold future waiting for the two of him?
Because of these psychological shadows, Ning Que had never discussed that aspect with her since she was very young. At this time, Sang Sang seemed to want to say something, but he didn't want to hear it either.
But he didn't want to hear it, Sangsang wanted to say.
"Master, do you know why I've been staring at you a lot lately?"
For some reason, Sangsang started calling him Master again.
Ning Que smiled and said, "Because your young master is so good-looking."
Sangsang said: "You are not the former Prince Longqing, so you are not worthy of being stared at."
Ning Que was slightly angry and said, "I told you not to mention this matter."
Sangsang knew that he was pretending to be angry to cover up something, and said softly: "You know the reason."
Ning Que knew the reason, but refused to say it. At this time, he looked like a angry little boy, stubborn, naive, childish and irritable. Or he cried easily.
At this time, Sangsang was like a gentle and sensible big sister, looking at him quietly and saying in a gentle voice: "I'm worried that I will never see you again after I die."
Finally hearing that word from her mouth, Ning Que's body trembled slightly.
Sangsang looked at the tomb in front of the two of them and asked curiously: "Where do people go after they die? Whether they turn into ashes or rot, they are all sealed by stone bricks. But is that still me?"
Ning Que didn't want her to stay in this mood for a long time, because this kind of mood or thinking was very unhealthy for someone who was seriously ill. He wanted to change the topic, but he couldn't.
"Some people say that death is nothingness, and some people say that after death, you will go to the underworld."
"I would rather go to the underworld."
Sangsang looked at him and said seriously: "The underworld sounds scary. But I can wait for you there."
Ning Que looked at her pale face, untied his coat, put it on her shoulders, and whispered: "People in the underworld will forget things in this world, and you won't remember me then, so don't go
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"What does it feel like to die?"
Sangsang looked at him and asked. There was no sadness or fear on his face, just curiosity, like a child.
Her body is very thin. Wearing Ning Que's clothes, she really looks like a child who has stolen an adult's clothes and wears them. She looks a little ridiculous, but also rarely shows a cute feeling.
"I see your face is a little pale from the cold. Come back quickly." Ning Que said.
Although autumn was deep at this time, it was not very cold around Lanke Temple, and Sang Sang's little face became a little pale. Naturally, it was not the cold, but the cold breath in her body that made her unstoppable.
Sang Sang knew this very well, so she stretched out her hands and handed them to Ning Que.
Ning Que was startled, remembering how many years ago, when she was still a little girl, Sangsang would occasionally act coquettishly. His heart felt a pain for some unknown reason, and he took a few puffs of warm air into her palm.
Sang Sang withdrew her slightly warm little hands and stroked both sides of her cheeks. She said with some regret: "Young master, you have been saying that I am an ugly girl since I was little. I know that I am indeed born black. You always say that one white thing can cover up all the ugliness."
So I always wanted to make myself whiter. After arriving in Chang'an City, I spent so much money to buy Chen Jinji's powder, but it turned out to be in vain. Now that I'm really white, it can't make you happy."
Ning Que hugged her tighter and said: "Whether it is black sangsang or white sangsang, as long as she can still be as greedy and fierce as before, she is a good sangsang who can make the young master happy."
After hearing this, Sangsang laughed happily, showing two white teeth. He looked like some kind of small animal in the forest of Minshan, very cute.
Sangsang is very cute now, often cute.
That's because she didn't feel the need to act cute in front of Ning Que before, and she didn't need to act cute in front of others, but now she wanted Ning Que to think she was cute.
"You haven't answered my previous question."
"What's the problem?"
"What does it feel like to die?"
"I've never died, how do I know? Do you want me to dig my little aunt out of the grave and ask her to tell you?"
Ning Que told a tasteless joke, and then realized that it was not very funny. He looked down at a dead autumn insect in the grass under his feet, and after a long silence, he said: "Actually, I still know...
…Death is a very uncomfortable thing, so you don’t want to die.”
Sangsang looked at him and said seriously: "Well, I will try my best not to die."
Ning Que touched her head and said, "Let's work hard together."
In the mist-shrouded forest, a drop of water suddenly fell, and then several drops of water. The droplets were very small, even as fine as powder, and fell on his face and eyes, making him slightly wet.
Ning Que said: "Go back."
Sangsang shook his head and said, "I want to go shopping again."
Ning Que said: "Your current body cannot be exposed to the rain."
Sang Sang took off the big black umbrella from behind and said, "It's hard to get wet in the rain."
Ning Que smiled, took the big black umbrella and opened it, holding her hand and walking towards the front hall of Lanke Temple.
It started to rain at Lanke Temple in the morning, and the mist gradually dissipated. The eaves of the pagoda that had previously been looming in the fog became clear, and the Buddhist kingdom returned to the human world.
Ning Que looked at the ancient temple in the gentle autumn rain and saw a Buddha statue on the top of the mountain behind the temple.
The material used for that Buddha statue should be some kind of precious white hard stone, and the carving is crude but smooth. At this time, the rain fell on the quiet and peaceful face of the Buddha statue, like tears, adding a bit of compassion.
Even from such a distance, the face of the Buddha can still be clearly seen. You can imagine how huge this Buddha is. When believers look up at it from the bottom of the mountain, they can easily feel a sense of worship and reverence.
He pointed to the giant Buddha on the top of the mountain and said, "It is said that this is the Buddha who founded Buddhism."
Sangsang glanced at him and asked, "Would you like to pay your respects? You can do it here without going up the mountain."
"Buddha is a human being. I am also a human being. Buddha has read Mingzi scrolls, and I have also read Mingzi scrolls. Why do I worship him?"
There were faint sounds of people and wheels coming from the main hall. It was early in the morning and Lanke Temple would not receive tourists, so they must be official envoys or representatives of the practicing sect who stayed in the temple like Ning Que.
Ning Que would not pay attention to these people, and said: "Of course, if the Buddha can really appear and cure your illness, then why should I come to worship him for three days and three nights?"
Suddenly a voice came from the main hall.
"To ask the Buddha to cure an illness requires piety. Do you think the Buddha is a doctor you can find anywhere? If you are not sincere enough, even if the Buddha can cure your wife's illness, he will not cure it."
Several luxurious carriages came around from the main hall of Lanke Temple. This accusing and extremely cold and arrogant voice came from one of the carriages.
Ning Que originally thought that only those from the Yuelun Kingdom who believed in Buddhism would say such things, but when his eyes fell on those luxurious carriages, he unexpectedly discovered that they should be from the Southern Jin Dynasty.
Even though it was raining in autumn, driving a carriage in the quiet ancient temple still seemed a bit arrogant. And since he was staying in the temple, he was definitely not an ordinary person.
Looking at those carriages, Ning Que thought that if the people in the carriages were not the envoys of the Southern Jin Dynasty, they were probably the disciples of Jiange, and no matter who they were, they were not the people he wanted to see now.
The carriage that made the noise earlier stopped not far in front of Ning Que and the two of them. The curtains were lifted, revealing a young face that was slightly pale and considered handsome.
The young master looked at Ning Que and said displeasedly: "In a Buddhist temple, you just have to worship the Buddha. You don't even understand this principle, and I don't know why the monks in the temple let you stay in the temple."
Ning Que asked: "Do you know me?"
The young master said sarcastically: "Do I need to get to know you?"
Ning Que snorted and said, "I thought you recognized me, so I deliberately said this to let me hear you, and then sincerely apologized to me, finally achieving the goal of getting to know me."
After hearing this, the young master was stunned for a long time before he understood what Ning Que wanted to express. He asked in disbelief: "You mean I am approaching you on purpose?"
Ning Que smiled and said: "In recent days, many people have indeed thought of many weird ways to try to get to know me. I thought you deliberately flirted with me and had this idea in mind, but I didn't expect it to be the case."
There was a very mean sarcasm hidden in the very calm words.
Ning Que has been feeling uneasy since Sangsang became ill, and after the battle at Honglian Temple, his mood was even more depressed because of those weird things. Although the joy of breaking through the realm and knowing his fate was slightly relieved, he There is still a need for a channel or outlet to vent.
At this moment, he saw these carriages and heard the sound coming from the carriage.
The young master was furious. He pointed at Ning Quehan through the window and shouted, "Who do you think you are!"
Ning Que was delighted when he heard this. He tilted his head and put the big black umbrella on his shoulders, and then started to roll up his sleeves.
At this moment, a hand appeared from the car window and pulled the young man back hard.
Ning Que felt greatly disappointed, thinking who was so boring and ignorant?
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(If I didn’t get high at night, I’ll write more, but I guess I will definitely get high, but, well, just pretend I didn’t say it and let me die!)