Chapter 108 of the fifth volume of the pen of magic
When the Buddha Kingdom woke up, countless monks in the Yellow Temple also woke up, but as the saying goes, Sangsang is in his hand, I have it in the world, so Ning Que would not worry about being discovered by the hanging temple, and he is still searching around like last night.
He would walk in every Huang Temple and observe carefully to see if there are any traces of his senior brothers. This is a very time-consuming thing, so now it is Sangsang's turn to find it troublesome.
On a cliff covered by green vines, she turned around and looked at Ning Que and said, "Are you looking for Junmo?"
Ning Que said: "Of course, I don't have the ability to help you find Buddha."
Sangsang said, "Idiot."
After saying this, she continued to walk towards the front of the Yaping. Ning Que was stunned, not as angry as last night, but was puzzled, thinking why she wanted to say she was an idiot?
Qingyi moved forward, Qingteng separated by himself, Sangsang walked by slowly, Ning Que accelerated his pace before the Qingteng came back, and then found that the area of Yaping was a bit strange.
There is an unknown tree by the cliff, covered with green covers and is very quiet. There is a very small temple behind the pine tree. The yellow lacquer has long peeled off and the stone steps are covered with dust. It seems that no one has been here for many years.
From the bottom of the peak, no matter which temple is magnificent, or solemn and sacred, Ning Que and Sangsang have never seen such a dilapidated temple, which is strange.
What made Ning Que even more strange was that he felt a familiar aura faintly coming from the dilapidated temple. He and Sangsang had practiced Buddha in Lanke Temple and could detect the supreme Buddha nature in the breath.
That Buddha nature is very pure and compassionate, and very powerful, even stronger than the Buddha nature they felt in various temples last night. How could a temple with such pure Buddha nature be so dilapidated?
How could monks forget this temple? Who had lived in this dilapidated temple before?
Is this the place Sangsang wants to find? Is the Buddha hiding here?
Standing under the tree by the cliff, Ning Que looked at the dilapidated little temple and suddenly felt a little cold. He subconsciously leaned towards Sangsang and asked, "Is this here?"
Sangsang looked a little solemn, but he didn't say anything and walked straight to the temple.
The temple gate opened, with a creaking sound, and the spider web was about to fall, and a breeze blew, rolling away the endless abyss under the cliff.
After coming in, Ning Que discovered that this was a fake temple. Standing on the cliff, what he saw was the front face of the temple. There was not even a meditation temple inside, only a corridor full of dust.
The corridor leads directly to the cliff wall, and there is a deep hole on the wall.
Ning Que's mood became more and more nervous, but Sangsang's expression remained unchanged. He walked straight into the hole, looked around with his hands on his back, and a faint irritability appeared on his face.
The cave is very quiet and dry, and the furnishings inside are extremely simple, which is even simpler than Ning Que’s cliff cave in seclusion in the back mountain of the academy. There is only one cushion.
The futon was lying quietly in front of the deepest cave wall, covered in dust, and the thread between them had long been broken. Ning Que felt that as long as his breathing was a little stronger, the futon would dissipate.
There is a shadow on the stone wall opposite the cushion. If you observe carefully, you will find that the shadow is a human figure. You can even vaguely see the flowing clouds of the cassock on the edge.
A long time ago, a monk sat here quietly facing the wall. He sat for countless years and even printed his figure on the stone wall. Which monk was this?
Ning Que was very shocked.
Sangsang ignored who was the Taoist monk who was facing the wall here. After taking a look, she knew that the person was definitely not the Buddha she was looking for, so she was a little irritated.
"You're too slow, don't follow me."
After saying this, she walked out of the cave.
Ning Que looked at her back and asked, "I want to find someone too."
Sangsang did not look back and said, "Idiot."
Ning Que was too lazy to get angry and said, "Even if I am an idiot, I want to find someone. What should we do if we get lost?"
Sangsang said, "I can find you."
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Sangsang left, and Ning Que was the only one left in the cave. He looked at the shadow on the stone wall and shook his head, preparing to leave, but slowly stopped at the entrance of the cave.
Before, under the tree on the cliff, he felt that the breath coming from this dilapidated temple was very familiar. At this time, in the cave, the feeling became more and more obvious. Even the shadow on the stone wall seemed to have seen it somewhere.
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Ning Que thought about it, turned around and walked back to the depths of the cave, looked at the shadows on the stone wall, and thought for a long time until he felt a little tired, so he sat on the ground.
He forgot that the cushion in front of the stone wall was already out of date, and he could not afford to sit there. As soon as his body touched the cushion, the cushion dispersed into countless cushion grasses, floating everywhere.
"What's this called?"
Ning Que looked at the pancao grass all over the ground, shook his head helplessly, reached out to put all the grass together, and then took out the needle and thread from his luggage naturally and started to do the sewing work very skillfully.
It didn't take long for him to repair the futon. He tried it and confirmed that the futon would not be rotten anymore. He stuffed it under his buttocks and sat down to continue looking at the shadow on the stone wall.
The shadow on the stone wall was made of the Buddha nature of the previous monks. It is indeed an extremely magical Buddhist teaching. If you were in the temples on earth, you would inevitably be worshiped by countless Buddhist believers, but what does this have to do with him?
Ning Que didn't know why the shadow on the stone wall was so attractive to him. He didn't want to leave anymore because his eyes fell on it. He always felt that there were countless wonderful things waiting for him to discover.
I was tired of standing so I sat down. I sat for a long time and was a little tired, so I hugged my knees and put my head on my knees. After a while, he changed his position and used his hands.
He looked at the stone wall quietly, just like the children watching club opera in the countryside, watching with relish.
During the process of looking at the wall, Ning Que did not cross-legged, did not have lotus seats, had no handprints, and did not have meditation thoughts. He seemed very casual and seemed to be dazed.
But in fact, he sat in the sea of consciousness, made big hand seals, and saw the Buddhist teachings he learned from Master Qishan in his heart, but he just didn't meditate.
I don’t know how long it took, Sangsang returned to the dark cave. She went to the three halls of Hanging Temple for a long time, but still couldn’t find the person.
Seeing Ning Que stunned at Shibi, her eyes lit up slightly, but she didn't say anything. She turned around and walked out of the cave entrance. This time she went to the main hall of the Xifeng Precepts Court.
There are countless towering ancient trees on the West Peak, but there are still no traces of Buddha. Her expression becomes more and more serious. She stands on the twisted roots of the ancient tree that pokes out of the cliff, looking at the sun in the sky, silent.
If the heaven cannot calculate, there will be no secret of heaven. Where should the heart of heaven fall?
Sangsang returned to the remote cliff again, walked into the dilapidated temple, and came behind Ning Que.
Ning Que was still staring at the shadow on the stone wall.
Sangsang left again. This time she went to Dongfeng, which was full of rugged rocks, but she still found nothing. She stood among the stones and looked at the sun in the sky, still silent.
She returned to the old temple cave again.
Ning Que is still facing the wall.
She left again.
Come back again.
Such people have been countless times.
Although she was Haotian, she felt a little tired and confused. Tian Jing couldn't do it, but she didn't see the secret of heaven. Why did Tianxin always fall next to this guy?
Can you really not live without him?
Thinking of this possibility, Sangsang looked at Ning Que's back, and his eyes were filled with endless disgust and irritability, and he wanted to kill him and then suppress him to the deepest part of the earth.
But she still couldn't kill her after all, and she still wanted to continue being her, so she could only wave her sleeves, without taking away a piece of dust, leave the cave again, and continue her search.
Ning Que had no idea that Sangsang had ever had a murderous thought and almost died. He still held his jaw and looked at the shadow on the stone wall, his expression constantly changing, quiet and silenced.
The day passed like this. When the sun set, the unknown green tree on the cliff grew a white flower. In the moment it opened, it left the branches and fell to the ground.
The white flower fell between the cliff, touching the dust, and was blown by the breeze outside the cliff. It was like a pair of invisible hands slowly lifted up, floating into the broken temple gate, floating to the stone wall in the cave, and gently landing in Ning
Missing shoulders.
Ning Que reached out to pick the little white flower on his shoulder, gently tucked the delicate flower handle with his fingers, looked at the shadow on the stone wall and said with a smile: "It turns out that you learned Buddhism here before."
With this sentence, the fragments of consciousness that had been sleeping in the deepest part of his sea of consciousness suddenly lit up and then gradually faded away, just like the most dazzling brilliance of pearls before they grow old.
At dusk, the bells of the hanging temple rang again, echoing in every corner of the peak.
Ning Que woke up, worshiped the shadow on the stone wall, then got up and walked out of the cave, came to the green tree by the cliff, looking at the scenery of the Buddha in front of him with a calm expression.
This old temple is Liansheng's old residence. Liansheng studied Buddhism in the Hanging Temple. He left a shadow on the wall inside the cave for several years, and also left a legend of the Buddhist sect protecting the Dharma in the mountain gate of the Buddha Sect.
In the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, he inherited the mantle of the junior master and all of Liansheng.
Before Liansheng died, he once said to him: "You have become a demon. If you want to cultivate a demon, you must first practice Buddha. Then please bravely walk into the dark night, although you don't have any chance of success, you may
I will die as soon as I set out on the road, but I will still bless you and curse you."
Ning Que had long forgotten this passage. Although he had practiced Buddhism with Master Qishan in Lanke Temple, it was to cure Sangsang's illness, and he had not taken the initiative to learn Buddhism.
It was not until today that he came to the Hang Kong Temple and sat quietly at the shadow on the stone wall that he remembered that sentence, remembered Liansheng's explanation, and truly made up for this extremely important homework.
Ning Que has gained a lot in his life. Although there is no change on the surface, his cultivation level is still at the realm of knowing fate. However, he has planted a Bodhi seed in his heart. Maybe when that Bodhi seed will be
It sprouts and breaks through the soil, spreads branches and leaves, and finally greens, covering the eyes of the sky and Buddha.
In the twilight bell, Sangsang returned to the cliff.
Ning Que said: "It seems that you still haven't found the Buddha."
Sangsang said, "You didn't find it either."
Ning Que said, "I forgot to find my senior brother at all."
Sangsang said, "What are you doing?"
Ning Que said, "I'm looking at something nice."
Sangsang said indifferently: "What is the beauty of the Buddha's thoughts left by an old monk?
Ning Que walked up to her, put the little white flowers in his hand on her temples, and said happily: "It's so beautiful."
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(Chapter 2, the writing is so beautiful. By the way, if Ning Que becomes a heart-stealing thief, he has real potential.) (To be continued. Please search for Piao Tianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!)