Volume 3 Troubled Autumn Chapter 111 Above the Clouds, Below the Ground
After a while, one person and one horse woke up from the shock. The big black horse was completely unable to resist the instinctive fear and turned around to continue fleeing. However, Ning Que was still looking at the scene under the cliff in a daze.
The Xuankong Temple is an unknown place. Even practitioners only vaguely know that this Buddhist holy land is far away in the wilderness of the far west and is rarely visited by people. Because of the name of the Xuankong Temple, many people naturally guess that the Xuankong Temple must be a building.
On the legendary hanging islands that only exist in the realm of gods.
Who would have thought that the Xuankong Temple was not suspended in the sky, but under the ground? Ning Que looked at the mountain peak in the distance that hid Chong's big body under the ground, and felt a lot of confusion.
At this moment, countless white morning mist suddenly hung down from the cliff far away in the southwest. The mist was slightly humid and heavier than the air. It slowly fell from the cliff to the bottom of the sinkhole. It looked like a white streak.
Fall.
The moisture in the tiankeng was already heavy and caused a self-generated miasma. At this time, countless morning fogs merged into the surface, suddenly turning white. The majestic mountain peak was shrouded in clouds and mist, and it was completely invisible below the mountainside, as if it had disappeared.
Looking at the fortune from the black carriage, it looks like it has turned into a suspended island floating in the clouds. The yellow temple between the peaks of the island disappears and appears in the fog, like a Buddhist fairyland.
Ning Que looked at the shocking and magical scene in front of him and said with emotion: "It turns out that this is the origin of the Hanging Temple."
The big black horse lowered his head and kicked the ground lightly, not daring to make any sound, but his mood was extremely anxious and nervous. He thought to himself that even though the Buddhist holy land was magical and indescribable, it was not worth taking such a big risk.
Ning Que didn't think this was very risky. With his eyesight, he could only see the general appearance of those yellow temples when he looked at the peaks in the tiankeng in the distance. From the peaks to the ground, the black carriage was about the same size as a grain.
The black sand is about the same size and will not attract the attention of the monks in the Xuankong Temple.
He walked back to the carriage, took out an iron cylinder-like object from his luggage, stretched it with both hands. Then he put it over his right eye and looked at the mountain peaks below the ground in the distance.
The iron tube was designed by him and then carefully crafted by the fourth and sixth senior brothers. Two were made in total. One of them was a tribute to the teacher, and he naturally took the other one with him.
The first time the Master used this mirror to observe stars, he renamed it a telescope based on its effect. Ning Que still doesn't know about this, but he knows that this mirror was originally used to see far away.
The clouds and mist in the tiankeng flowed very fast. The yellow temples on the mountain peaks disappeared and appeared, and sometimes the world below the mountainside could be seen occasionally. Ning Que held a telescope and looked at the circular field of vision that was magnified many times.
Looking at the scenery, looking at the monks who were doing morning classes on the stone flat in front of the temple, they were silent.
There was probably wind howling upwards from the bottom of the sinkhole. The thick clouds on the mountainside were blown away a lot. Ning Que saw the scene below the mountainside through the telescope, and was shocked to find that there were layers upon layers of mountains below this giant mountain.
There were so many layers of terraced fields that he couldn't even count them. Judging from the colors of the plants in the fields, they should be cold rice that was difficult to grow in the wasteland. Then, he unexpectedly discovered that there was a river at the bottom of the sinkhole, as well as a farmhouse.
Ning Que held the telescope and silently observed the Hanging Temple. The expression on his face became more and more solemn, and the hands holding Tieyuan became more and more stiff.
Based on the moment he saw, he simply calculated that there were probably more than a thousand monks in the Xuankong Temple, and there were at least more than 100,000 people living in the vast wilderness at the bottom of the sinkhole. Those farmers with dark skin, hungry clothes and ragged clothes were responsible for
Fengjian Xuankong Temple provides daily necessities, and must have to bear a lot of heavy labor.
How many years has the Xuankong Temple existed? Those mortals must have lived at the bottom of the sinkhole for how many years. I don’t know how many generations have lived in the damp and dark underground without seeing the sun. Only by working hard and living without complaint can the existence of the Xuankong Temple be maintained. Ning
Lack of belief,
Even the most devout Buddhist believers cannot endure such torture forever. The monks in the Hanging Temple must have their own means to drive these farmers like livestock. In this sense, those farmers are more like those who have long been abolished in the Central Plains.
serf.
In a very short period of time, many images emerged in Ning Que's mind, including the escaped slave whose shoulder blade was pierced by an iron rope, the disrespectful Buddha who fell to death in the cold rice field, and the more than 100,000 poor mortals kneeling in front of the mountain.
The arrogant and luxurious life of the monks in the temple... He put down the telescope and looked at the hanging temple in the clouds and mist, which looked like a Buddhist kingdom, and frowned slightly.
Sangsang raised the car curtain and saw the scene in front of her. She was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
Ning Que handed her the telescope and said, "Have a look and then leave. Our visit to the Hanging Temple is not in vain."
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If Ning Que is a man of great wisdom and courage, he may climb down the cliff, secretly go to the miserable world under the clouds, launch an uprising of serfs, overthrow this deformed hanging temple that looks like an ant cave, or he may sneak into the hanging temple quietly.
Temple, to look for the treasures that Buddhism has accumulated for countless years.
But he was not this kind of person. After observing the Xuankong Temple, without any hesitation, he let the big black horse lead the carriage away from the cliff on the edge of the sinkhole and quietly left in the opposite direction.
Although the treasure is good, it still depends on whether you have the life to get it. Everyone has curiosity. If he was still the simple thirteenth teacher of the Academy before Lanke Temple, he would go to Xuankong Temple for a walk anyway, even if he was in the temple.
The monk caught him and probably didn't dare to kill him at will, but now that he has Sang Sang with him, no matter how big the world is, there seems to be no place to stay, let alone the Buddhist holy place in Lanke Temple, which wants to kill Sang Sang.
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The black carriage sneaked quietly, and after a while, it returned to the place where they had set off, only deviating slightly and just about to pass the Bodhi tree.
Ning Que looked at the Bodhi tree outside the car window and said, "That should be the place where Buddha passed away."
Sangsang looked at this green tree with a gray trunk and futon-like leaves, thinking that in such a cold autumn, it was really magical that there could be such a lonely tree in the wilderness, and she thought that she had actually seen it.
I can't help but be surprised by the place where Buddha passed away recorded in Buddhist scriptures.
Ning Que smiled and said: "Your current status is no worse than that of Buddha, so you don't need to be in too much awe of him."
After the Buddha's light from the top of Washan Mountain came to Lanke Temple, life and death were dangerous all the way. The two of them had no chance to discuss that matter, or they didn't want to discuss that matter, but after all, they could not remain silent forever.
Sangsang was silent for a long time and whispered: "Will I really destroy this world?"
Ning Que thought about the Hanging Temple he had seen earlier and the cruel truths he had guessed, and said, "I don't know and I don't care, but if it's a world like that, it doesn't seem to matter if it's destroyed."
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