Chapter 82 Feeling of the statue of Venerable Stone at Night View
"Since the sun and the moon correspond, there should be a moon if there is a sun."
"The sun and the moon are reincarnated, and the light blends, and the moon should be at night."
"However, countless kalpas have passed, and the moon has never been seen for the eternal night."
"This violates the principle of endless life and nature."
"Night is approaching and the moon appears. The night in this sentence refers to not every ordinary night, but the eternal night."
"In the eternal night, the moon will appear and will naturally resurrect."
"In this way, the world will make a debut."
"Since that's the case, Jinghou Longye will arrive, why bother to act against the will of heaven?"
"Can you be waiting for the night to arrive this day?"
"Or it is the arrival of the night of fear?"
"Is it afraid of the night itself, or the moon that comes with the night?"
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The Buddha's handwriting is very ordinary, no different from the teacher in the rural school in Gushan County. The sentences on the notes are also very casual and easy to understand.
Ning Que looked at it very seriously. The twilight fell on his face, making his eyebrows look golden, just like the golden statues of the venerables in the temple.
The book of the Heavenly Book and Ming Dynasty has been in the academy and is inserted at random by the senior brother on his waist. He has read it twice, but he is still a little confused. Today, when he saw the notes left by the Buddha, he finally confirmed something.
In the Buddha's opinion, this eternal night is different from the countless eternal nights encountered in the past in the world. Then he remembered that the teacher seemed to not believe in the invasion of the underworld, but he never denied that the eternal night would come, and even once
It was mentioned that there was a butcher and a drunkard who had lived in the last eternal night.
The biggest difference between this eternal night and the past is probably the word Ming, the word Yue in the word Ming, and the thing that has never been seen in this world, even the Master felt confused.
But why does the moon record on the Ming word scroll? There was a moon in this world countless years ago, but it disappeared bizarrely? Then, as the Buddha foresaw, it will reappear during this eternal night?
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The twilight was getting darker and the night was coming. Ning Que left the Zen room and came to a grass house outside the tower forest in the backyard of Lanke Temple. He listened quietly to the sound of the pine waves behind the grass house, and then pushed the door open and entered.
Master Qishan was not surprised by his arrival and said with a smile: "Can you gain something?"
Ning Que did not answer this question and asked: "Didn't it mean that the Buddha's notes have been lost?"
Master Qishan said: "Notes that no one can understand are lost. I have been reading this note for nearly a hundred years and have never understood it. I hope you can understand it."
Ning Que was silent for a moment and asked, "Master, why do you think I can understand?"
Master Qishan looked at him with a deep look. He said, "Because the Master said in his letter that if there was still someone in the world who could understand the Buddha's notes, that person should be you."
Ning Que's mood is very complicated. He is a little shocked and a little confused.
Whether it is the Buddha who read the Ming word volume countless years ago, or the great priest of light who took this book away from Zhishouguan a thousand years ago, or the Master who was admired by the mountains, it is difficult to understand Ming.
Word volume.
Because no matter how wise a person is, he cannot analyze and can only guess when facing things that have never appeared in their world and experience, and Ning Que is the only exception.
Ning Que knew that the Master had written a letter to Master Qishan, and the eldest brother also wrote a letter. He originally thought that it was just mentioning Sangsang's illness, so he asked the master to take care of him, but he did not expect that there was such a meaning.
Did the teacher guess his origin?
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Master Qishan took Ning Que out of the grass house and came to the forest.
The mountain stream flows slowly among the pine forests. After the continuous autumn rain, the night sky clears up and the stars are quiet. It falls on the pine river and countless fine pieces of silver sausages are scattered, which is very beautiful.
Looking at the night scene, Ning Que subconsciously thought of two lines of poetry.
The bright moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring flows up the stones.
He turned around and looked at the master and asked, "Master, why do you want to preach my Dharma?"
Master Qishan looked at him and sighed and said, "Because you killed too many people and have too much hostility. It is not a good thing to others or yourself, so I want to use Buddhism to resolve the hostility in your heart."
Ning Que said slightly with a slight voice: "Leave Weicheng and return to Chang'an. I laughed and joked and played with rogues. I thought the bloody smell on my body had faded a lot. No one should see how scary and cold-blooded I am. I didn't expect to hide it.
But the master's eyes."
Master Qishan looked at him and said with a sympathy: "I said on the mountain the night before that, I know the hardships you had in the first half of your life, so I don't think it is your responsibility. However, since you have joined the academy, I will do it for you.
Consider the world, in order to prevent you from causing bloody storms in the future, don’t blame me for letting you learn Buddhism.”
Ning Que's mood gradually calmed down and said, "No one likes to kill people except madmen. I'm not a madman, so I don't like it either. In the past, killing people was because they didn't kill people. If you can still survive without killing people, then it's best.
I like it very much, how could I blame the master?"
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I didn't want Sangsang to be distracted from the Buddhist scriptures, nor did I want her to worry about herself. Ning Que did not tell her about the Buddha's notes, walked into the back hall of Lanke Temple, lit a copper lamp, and continued to watch carefully.
The Buddha's notes on more than a dozen pages notes not only predicting the future, but also record some of his understanding of the world. More importantly, his methods of understanding the world, such as his insights into darkness and light.
These words contain great wisdom. Unfortunately, when the Buddha wrote it on paper, it was not deliberately written, so it seemed a bit short and casual, and it was difficult to form a system, otherwise Ning Que would definitely gain great benefits.
In addition, there are also a few casual strokes left occasionally when the Buddha was prosperous. Through these casual strokes, Ning Que realized that the Buddha Sect was not founded by the Buddha.
Before the Buddha, more ancient Buddhas even spent the long eternal nights, but because the Buddha realized the most fundamental thoughts of the Buddha sect under the tree, the Buddha was respected as the earliest Buddha by the Buddhist disciples today.
Ning Que couldn't help laughing when he thought of the Master's method that the Buddha had learned as "shut up".
Both the Master and the Second Senior Brother have many ridicule of the Buddha Sect, but this only represents the temperament of the academy itself, and does not mean that the Buddha Sect can be ignored.
Not everyone can meet the great opportunity to be able to read the Buddha's notes. Ning Que was still a little unwilling to be grateful. I wonder if he had a deep memory when he was reading books in the old bookstore. He looked at the notes and kept them with his own hands.
He subconsciously used the eight methods of the word "Yong".
At the beginning, he could not practice, but wanted to read the writings of the predecessors of the academy and forcibly developed such a method of dismantling characters. He was unconscious all the way and vomited blood. In the end, it proved that although it was of some use, it was really not very useful.
After he was able to practice, especially after entering the Cave Xuan Realm, the eight methods of Yong's character "Yong" became even more useless for practice. They have disappeared in his life for a long time.
At this time, facing the Buddha's notes, he used the eight methods of eternal character. In fact, he did not think about any effect, but just a futile attempt when facing Baoshan and was unwilling to return empty-handed.
However, the next moment, Ning Que found it difficult to understand that his attempt seemed to work.
With a buzzing sound, his sea of consciousness suddenly opened.
The ink words on the Buddha's notes gradually floated up in his eyes, and then gradually spread out, becoming densely packed and individual strokes. Some strokes droop downwards, like Buddha pestles, and some strokes are thicker and thicker.
Some of the Buddha bells are like copper bowls held in the hands of the ascetic monks, while others are like Buddha bells in the mountain pavilion.
These strokes floated away from the pages of the notes, into his eyes, and then into his sea of consciousness, flying constantly in his spiritual world, reconstructing a picture that he could not understand.
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Ning Que put down the Buddha's notes and looked to the hall.
There are statues of the Stone Venerable in Lanke Temple. There are more than a dozen people on the side of the temple. There are also four statues of the deepest back hall. At this time, he is looking at these four statues of the Venerable.
There are also these stone statues of the Venerables in the Wanyan Pagoda Temple in Chang'an and the Baipa Temple in Yuelun Kingdom. It is said that people with great wisdom can understand the true meaning of Buddhist hand seals from these Venerables.
A few days ago, the powerful man from the Southern Jin Jian Pavilion, who already knew that Mr. Cheng, who was in the middle of his destiny, once sighed in the side hall of the Qian Temple, facing the statue of Master Shi, and he could feel the wisdom in it, but could not comprehend it.
The stone venerable statue on the far right side of the back hall has a ferocious face and wide eyes. The hands of the stone statue are exposed, as if they are not touched, forming a very complex hand posture, and a majestic and murderous aura is blowing from the fingers of the stone statue.
And come out.
Ning Que quietly looked at the statue of the Stone Venerable for a long time, then he raised his hands, compared with the hands of the statue of the Stone Venerable, and began to imitate the hand posture.
The hands of the Shi Venerable statue maintain a fixed posture. Ning Que is clearly imitating, but his hands are not still, but are moving slowly in front of him and gesture.
At this moment, there was a fragment of consciousness deep in his sea of consciousness, which seemed to sense something, and it became slightly brighter, released an extremely thin thought, and then returned to peace.
Ning Que understood the true meaning of the stone venerable's posture, and his hands gradually stopped.
He stood upright in front and placed his palm horizontally behind. His right index finger bent slightly in the air, and his left index finger fell on the back of his right palm, looking inexplicably without any beauty.
This posture is not the same as the hand posture of the Stone Venerable statue, and there is not even the same thing. However, the moment his left index finger fell on the back of his palm, a murderous aura that was almost exactly the same as the stone statue appeared.
The dewdrop condensed from the drop of Haoran Qi in Ning Que's abdomen began to rotate slowly, releasing pure and thick Haoran Qi, transporting it to all parts of the body along those seemingly existing and non-existent channels.
He practiced Haoranqi day and night, worked diligently, and was no stranger to the operation of Haoranqi. However, he found that the operation of Haoranqi seemed to be very different from before.
The biggest difference is that the Haoran Qi in his body is no longer as strong and unruly as before, but has become much more peaceful and gentle. Even the subtle silk of Qi can be fully mastered as long as he has thoughts.
Haoranqi was running in his body for three weeks. Ning Que felt his whole body relaxed, and his many perceptions were so beautiful that he couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction, floating in the quiet night hall.
Then he looked at the next statue of the stone Venerable.
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(Today I will go to bed earlier and raise my energy back. Tomorrow, I will strive for a big outbreak on the last day of the end of the month.)