Volume Five, The Pen of God, Chapter 107, Sitting in the Well and Watching the Sky
When he arrived in front of the cliff, he looked at the giant peak of Tiankeng and the temple between the peaks, Ning Que remained silent. This was the second time he saw the true appearance of the Hanging Temple, but he still felt very shocked.
The cliff was very steep and suddenly sank from the surface of the wasteland. It was quite stunning to look at it. Ning Que left the big dark horse and the carriage on the ground and walked down with Sangsang. He and Sangsang had been here before, far away.
After taking a look, I turned around and left, not daring to go down at all. The current situation is naturally different from that time.
The feet were covered with gravel, Sangsang looked calm, and walked slowly with his hands on his back, as if a snow lotus was falling in the wind, but Ning Que behind him seemed a little embarrassed.
It was noon, and the early autumn sun was bright enough, illuminating the smooth cliff walls and the gravel path made of gravels very clearly. It was just that the cliff was thousands of feet deep. The more you went down, the darker the light and the temperature gradually decreased. It was very
It was cold and snow appeared on the cliffs, which made people feel very magical.
Keep moving forward in the cold snowy world. I don’t know how long I walked, but finally walked out of the shadows cast in the sinkhole and came to the bright sunshine, with an endless field under the sun.
The field at the bottom of the sinkhole is very wide. Even if you lack keen eyesight, you can't see the pictures in the distance. There are all kinds of slutty scattered in the field. The ground near the cliff is full of cold-resistant meadows.
, dragging cattle and sheep with long fluffy down between the meadows to eat.
In contrast to the process of walking off the cliff, the two walked towards the middle of the sinkhole field, and the temperature became higher and higher, as if they were about to return from the cold winter to the warm spring. The grass that naturally grew in the field was gradually replaced by artificially cultivated species.
The ears in the fields kept swaying in the breeze and greeting him.
Ning Que walked into the field and picked a spike, rubbed the shell with his fingers, and found that the grain inside was much smaller than the rice common to people in the Central Plains, and the grain fragrance emitted was also a little unfamiliar. He pulled out one and found that it was
The root system of plants is quite developed. I guess it is probably a special rice that can resist the severe cold by absorbing floor heating. Judging from the shape of the rice leaves, there is probably a relatively little demand for light.
This underground wilderness far away from the world is naturally not as full as the surface. Fortunately, Haotian is always fair, the temperature of the soil in the wilderness is a bit high, and the rivers of all sizes flowing through it are also as imagined by Ning Que.
The cold river is different, with a faint mist, just like a hot spring.
This underground wilderness is a completely new world for Ning Que. Of course, because of his poverty and the influence of academy, what he cares most about is indeed food.
At this moment, a faint bell suddenly came from afar, and then an extremely pious buzzing sounded from all directions between the fields, attracting his attention.
He looked into the distance and vaguely saw countless people kneeling down in the distance of the field, and understood that it should be the farmers who worshipped the Hanging Temple. After hearing the bell, he began to chant the scriptures.
The bell rang further away, and the huge mountain from the center of the vast wilderness, but I don’t know if the monks in the Huang Temple were beating it.
Sangsang walked towards the mountain. Ning Que suddenly thought of something, but missed it again. He could never remember it again, shook his head with regret and speeded up.
The mountain was very majestic and tall. From countless miles away, you could feel a pressure coming to your face, as if it was close to you. But in fact, the mountain was still in the sky.
Sangsang didn't speak and walked towards the mountain.
Although she and Ning Que did not deliberately, they were also extremely fast. Even so, they still walked for a long time before they reached the bottom of the mountain. It was already dusk.
The world at dusk should be warm, but for the world in the sinkhole, there is only darkness and coldness. The setting sun that sinks in the west cannot shine here at all. The vast fields at the bottom of the pit and the entire mountain are shrouded in shadow, but the highest
The peak at the foot is still in the twilight, like a little candlelight.
Looking at the mountain road in the night, Ning Que silently adjusted his breath and prepared for the battle. Although Sangsang was so powerful that it was unimaginable that even the first place of the lecture was just a stubborn stone under her feet, the hanging temple on this mountain was
After all, it is an unknown place in the Buddha Sect. It has been passed down for countless years and has a profound foundation. Who knows what kind of danger is hidden in it?
Sangsang suddenly stopped and turned around and looked at the way he came.
Ning Que was a little strange. Looking at her eyes, he saw that the cliff that came down at noon today had become an extremely distant scenery, and the snow on the cliff had long been unable to see it.
The cliffs around the sinkhole are extremely far away from the bottom of the peak. According to ordinary ideas, the cliffs should have become an inconspicuous black line, but at this time they are still so tall.
The long cliff was too high - the mountain where the Hanging Temple was located was higher than any peak in the ground world, but the top of the peak could only be level with the surface of the wasteland, with a small piece exposed, which means that the sky
The cliff surrounded by the pit is as high as the peaks, and is higher than all other peaks in the world.
Ning Que and Sangsang stood here and looked around, feeling that the sinkhole was a huge dry well, and the high and dangerous cliff was the well wall. The person standing at the bottom of the well was blocked by the well wall.
The people living here have seen the sky round for generations, while the fields in the fields are square and extremely regular. Is this the sky round?
Ning Que looked at the picture in front of him and thought to himself a little shockedly.
Sangsang was not shocked and only made such an evaluation of the magical world created by the Buddha.
"Live in a well to see the sky."
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The two of them did not continue to stay. They walked directly to the peaks under the night light. The mountain path hidden among the flowers in the night forest was no longer so steep, but it was long and as if there was no end.
The dark horse and the carriage were left on the ground. Things that could not be left were naturally carried by Ning Que. From the moment Sangsang Haomai decided to come to the Hangkong Temple to confirm the life and death of the Buddha, he clarified his identity - he
He is a mailman, porter, chef, foot washing technician and bed warmer.
He has no objection to this. The couple always needs someone to rule the outside and some people to rule the inside. Since the wife is capable of rule the outside, why not control the inside?
The heavy arrow box and iron knife, the big black umbrella and the Buddha's chessboard that was very hindered, were sorted out very carefully by him and put it in his luggage, which was on his back at this time.
The luggage was too heavy, and the mountain road between the peaks was so long. Even after he practiced Haoran, his body was so good and his strength was extremely strong, and he still felt a little hard.
This mountain is too big, and there are too many yellow temples hidden in the mountains and forests. It is said that the Yuelun Kingdom is a prosperous Buddhist era, with the scenery of 72 temples in mist and rain. In half an hour, he and Sangsang had already been there.
Seeing more than this number of temples. Since Sangsang is here to find people, he naturally has to go to every temple. This means going a longer distance, which means Ning Que is walking further with his heavy luggage on his back
The distance is on the hill climb.
When passing each temple, Sangsang didn't look closely, and couldn't tell what method she was looking for. When the two walked to a cliff, Ning Que finally sat on the stone.
"Stay for a while before leaving."
He wiped his sweat and gasped, saying, "I don't think it's a big deal to look for it like this."
Sangsang naturally won't be tired, but she felt a little tired and tired like she did on the way after leaving Taoshan. Most of the time she walked between the peaks, she actually walked with her eyes closed, and it looked like she was real.
It's sleeping, of course, it looks like a blind man walking.
Listening to Ning Que's words, she said indifferently: "You just want me to die?"
Ning Que understands why she is eager to confirm the Buddha's life and death. If the Buddha is still alive, it is the only existence in the world that can threaten her. She must kill the Buddha while she is still strong enough, otherwise she will reach the sky.
The day when you return to the Kingdom of God or become a mortal will be extremely dangerous.
Since that's the case, her words make sense, but he felt bored and covered his forehead and said, "Can you change the word? You have said it so many times, are you tired of getting tired? Can you not search for life at any time
Dead? Although we are husband and wife, you can't really treat yourself as an ordinary woman."
Sangsang ignored him and said, "If I want to find someone, I will naturally find someone. Where are the people you want to find?"
Ning Que came to Xuankong Temple mainly to accompany her, but he also wanted to find someone.
Outside the academy, Senior Sister Seven specifically told him to come here to see if the proud man, who is still so proud now, is he still so proud?
Walking from the foot of the mountain, Sangsang searched hundreds of yellow temples in the second half of the mountain, but he just followed him and couldn't tell he was looking for someone.
He said, "Senior brother definitely won't practice Buddhism here, why bother with all your efforts?"
Sangsang asked, "Why?"
Ning Que said with certainty: "Who is qualified to teach him such a talented figure in the senior brother? He must have read Buddhist scriptures by himself in the peak temple, so how could he linger in these dilapidated temples at the foot of the mountain?"
Sangsang thought for a while, looked at him and said, "Idiot."
Ning Que thought that his inference was so reasonable, and that you could not have thought that it would be fine, but he even called me an idiot? This is really unbearable for Ke Haoran, and Aunt Xiao couldn't bear it either.
"Where am I an idiot?" he asked annoyed.
Sangsang didn't care about him, so he continued to walk up the peak with his hands on his back.
Ning Que carried his heavy luggage and ran behind her, angrily asking himself where is the idiot? He knew that your man likes to scold people the most, how could you call your man idiot unreasonably?
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Searching along the way, the temple was deserted at night.
The two searched all the hundreds of yellow temples in the dozens of cliffs below the mountain peak, but still found nothing. They finally came to the top, and the night had passed.
The new sun was still lying on the surface of the wasteland. The morning light first illuminated the cliff to the west, followed by the peak, as if the candle wick that had been extinguished for a night was ignited, and then the light was visible to the naked eye, from the peak
The top spreads downwards, the bell rings, the Buddhist Kingdom wakes up.
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(Chapter 1. Also: I haven't had time to modify it recently. Is there any rough place? Everyone blinked and didn't see the bento. I'm sorry, continue writing.)