He opened his eyes and looked at the spiders weaving nets on the beam of the Zen room, and was silent for a long time. It is naturally a joy to have Sangsang's disease. However, he always felt that this matter was not that good.
Simple, whether it is the three games of chess in Washan, especially the illusion he and Sangsang saw in that chessboard in the end.
What made him most wary of was the Buddha chariot. He could not understand why the Hanging Temple, which rarely set foot in the unknowable land of the world, suddenly sent such a big man to Washan.
The practitioners came to attend the Yulan Festival and did not leave last night. Qunimadi and others, as well as the head of the Hanging Temple's Precepts Court, were all resting in the Lanke Temple.
Ning Que decided to keep a distance from these people, especially the monk from the Hanging Temple, before Sangsang cured his illness. His dangerous hunting career in Minshan since childhood made him develop an instinctive habit—if
You have no way to determine where the danger lies in the forest, so it is the best choice not to enter that forest.
There was a hidden sound of footsteps outside the Zen room.
Ning Que looked at Sangsang who was sleeping, got up quietly to dress, and walked out of the Zen room with a very light steps.
At this time, the morning light gradually began to turn, and the ancient temple was particularly beautiful in the autumn fog.
On the stone railing outside the Zen room, Master Qishan, wearing a thick cotton coat, seemed to be a little afraid of the cold. He looked at the temples and towers and said, "I haven't seen it for decades, and it turns out that there has been no change."
This Buddhist monk lived in seclusion in Mount Wa for half his life, especially after Liansheng's bloody conspiracy, he had not gone down the mountain for decades. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel moved when he saw a familiar and unfamiliar temple.
Ning Que walked to the master, looked at the front hall that was looming in the autumn mist, and said, "Sangsang had been in the chessboard for at least several decades yesterday. Although she didn't say it, I knew it was very painful."
Master Qishan said: "She is not an ordinary person, so she will not be as painful as you imagine."
Ning Que asked: "That chessboard is really left by the Buddha? What does Sangsang and I see the world and experience on the chessboard yesterday mean?"
Master Qishan said: "The chessboard is indeed a relic of the Buddha. As for the world in the chessboard, you can understand it as an illusion created by the Buddha's supreme magic power, or as a possible future."
Hearing the word future, Ning Que was silent for a long time and asked, "Is that the future of Sangsang and me?"
Master Qishan looked at the distance in the fog and said, "The future that can be seen is no longer the future."
Ning Que said: "Can it be possible for the future to change?"
Master Qishan looked at Ning Que's eyes and said kindly: "Since it is a possible future, then there is no corresponding possibility. Since it has never been determined, why can't it be changed?"
Ning Que also understood something. He also said: "Master of the World Legends, you have the ability to predict the future, so you can enlighten the world to turn bad luck into good fortune, solve doubts and answer questions. Does this ability come from which chessboard?"
Master Qishan laughed and said, "The Buddha may be able to see how many years have passed, but how can the mortals like me have this ability? And even if you have this ability like the Buddha, when you see the future
When you are, your eyes will fall on the future, and the future will be affected by your eyes. So how can the future you have not seen be exactly the same as the future you will see afterwards?"
Ning Que said, "It sounds a bit complicated."
Master Qishan did not give any more explanation. He continued: "So if someone wants to test the secrets of heaven and look at the future, such as Li Qingshan, your national teacher of the Tang Dynasty, such as me who was once ignorant and fearless, and the throne of the Tianyu God, he can only do it.
Quirkyly, from afar, secretly took the chaotic world of the future."
"Because only in that way, the vague eyes of us mortals will not have much impact on the chaotic world. Instead, they will be swallowed up by the chaotic world in the future."
Master Qishan sighed and said: "But if we try to see the future world more carefully and clearly, not to mention that the future we see may become more fallacy, the punishment we are subject to will be heavier.
.I heard that the Heavenly Gods Zodiac went to Chang'an City last spring and went to see Sangsang in Lao Bizhai. After seeing it for three years, she would return to the Xiling Temple. He almost blinded his eyes because of this."
Ning Que's expression was slightly stern. It was not until today that he realized that the great priest of Tianyu was trying to see Sangsang's future in Lao Bizhai that day, and he actually paid such a heavy price.
"No wonder the zodiac of the Heavenly Yu would agree to my three-year agreement."
He suddenly thought of something and frowned and asked, "Although the future you see may not be the real future, the Tianyu God's Seal has spent so much effort to confirm that Sangsang will appear in the Xiling Temple in three years.
It's impossible that he even misread this."
Master Qishan sighed and said, "For some reason, I have some questions about the future he sees, but as you said, I have to believe what he sees, so I am very confused."
What will it be like if the future that can be seen through by both the Tianyu God and the Qishan Master? Where will Sangsang's future be and what will happen?
Ning Que patted the railing in front of him, looked at the heavy autumn fog in front of the hall, and said, "I still don't understand."
Looking into the future from afar is to peek at the secrets of heaven. Don’t talk about him, even the powerful people who have predicted the future, who are the ones who are good at knowing the truth.
However, Ming didn't understand that it had become indifferent to Ning Que. Since the Tianyu God's Seal was confirmed to be in Xiling three years later, it means that her illness should be cured.
As long as Sangsang is still alive, any future can be accepted.
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The morning bell of Qiu Temple starts.
After using a simple breakfast, the monks in Lanke Temple started morning class. Sangsang, who was a little sleepy because of illness, was also carried out from the bed by Ning Que and started class.
Sangsang’s classroom is the back hall deep in Lanke Temple.
Such a magnificent golden palace is used as a class for one person, which is a bit too much.
In addition to the special identities of Ning Que and Sangsang, the Lanke Temple gave such treatment, which is also because Master Qishan, the teacher who taught Sangsang Buddhism, was originally the ancestor of this ancient temple.
Master Qishan said casually, let alone a back hall, even if he wanted to clear the entire Lanke Temple, the monks in Lanke Temple would not dare to have any opinions.
The monks in the back hall of Lanke Temple have already received strict orders, prohibiting stepping into the hall. Except for the hall outside the hall, waiting for a few monks of high generation as servants. There is no one inside and outside the hall, and it is extremely quiet.
In the hall, Master Qishan's calm and wise narration sounded from time to time.
Without Sangsang's voice, she was just listening carefully and studying.
Under the corridor outside the hall, Ning Que looked at the gradually dissipating autumn fog, listened to the essence of Buddhism coming from behind, and felt calm.
Master Qishan did not say that he could not listen with him, but he was a disciple of the academy after all. He was in the cave last night, and it could be said that he was urgently following the power. Since the lecture was officially started today, I will listen to the Buddhist sect’s non-existent teaching method.
He couldn't help but feel a little unconscious, and because of his second senior brother, he really had no interest in Buddhism.
Time passed slowly, and the Buddhist lessons in the hall came to an end for the time being. Sangsang sat on the futon, closed his eyes and tried to enter into meditation, while recalling the morning class content.
Master Qishan walked out of the hall.
It was almost noon at this time, but the autumn clouds covered the sky, the sky and the earth were dark, and occasionally a few traces of cold rain fell. The temperature outside the hall was a little low, and the master was aroused by the cold and coughed a few times.
Ning Que gave him a cup of hot tea to warm the master's chest and abdomen a little.
Master Qishan took a sip of hot tea, put the tea cup on the steps in front of him, looked at Ning Que and said with a smile: "Your attitude towards me is better than others, and your attitude towards today is better than last night."
Ning Que laughed and said, "I am very realistic and even a little snobbish. Master, don't be surprised."
The master smiled and shook his head and said, "Sometimes honesty may not necessarily change the perception of you, but I believe that before becoming a disciple of the Master, although you are the same reality, you will definitely be less interested than you are now."
Ning Que said: "It was not until I entered the wasteland and found that the student's waist card on the second floor of the academy could scare so many people that I realized that I could live less indifferently."
Master Qishan nodded and said, "With the Master, behind you, no one in this world is qualified. You must also let you live as you used to."
Ning Que said: "Sometimes I also wonder if I am too villainous and become more arrogant."
The master said: "Another way to be rampant is to avenge your grudges. Evaluations have never been related to means. Although you were tough at the foot of the mountain yesterday, you are as honest as a rabbit than Mr. Ke back then."
Ning Que said: "I don't want to be the second junior uncle, so I still think that bullying the weak and fearing the strong is more interesting than fighting the world with one person."
Master Qishan looked at him and said softly: "I know that you have suffered so much in your childhood, and you even encountered the most painful things in the world, so you have developed your current temperament. However, since you have entered the academy, you have the teachings of the Master.
With fellow disciples, you should always change."
Ning Que was silent for a moment and said, "The academy has changed me a lot. I like this change, so I am grateful to the academy, but it must be a very long process."
Master Qishan said kindly: "I may not see what kind of person you will become in the end, but I am looking forward to it."
Ning Que's heart moved slightly and asked, "Master, what kind of person do you want to see me become the least?"
Master Qishan did not directly answer his question, and his sad and sad eyes passed through the drizzling autumn rain and fell on the square in front of Lanke Temple in the distance.
"Decades ago, Junior Brother Liansheng washed away the blood of Ke, and it was there, he was the first time he ate people."
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(This is the first chapter, I can write it. Although I am so hard, don’t wait. The next chapter will probably be in the early morning... I am really tired, so let’s go to bed first, and I will continue to write it slowly.)