The fifth volume, the pen of the gods, the one hundred and twelfth chapter, the morning bell is star
Ning Que asked, "What should I do if I can't kill you?"
Jun Mo said, "That's my death."
He said calmly and calmly, but Ning Que was so thrilling that he heard it. After a long time of silence, he spoke again: "Senior Brother, the Buddha may really be alive."
Jun Mo completely disbelief, and Su Rong taught a lesson: "I'm confused, the Buddha has long passed away. If he was still in the world, how could the teacher not know? How could Haotian not know?"
Ning Que sighed and said, "She really doesn't know the life and death of the Buddha, otherwise why would she come to the Hangkong Temple to explore?"
Jun Mo was silent for a moment and said, "Then find it first."
The two returned to the small tent by the lake, and Sangsang was sleeping.
It turned out that Haotian felt sleepy. Hearing the footsteps, she opened her eyes and looked at Ning Que and said, "I will spare his life, even if I kill this worldly fate."
Jun Mo said, "Before Qingxia, I said, why should heaven forgive my life?"
Ning Que said earnestly: "Don't Chenyuan want you to kill, you can kill if you want to kill. Can you tell me some truth?"
Sangsang sat up, looked at Jun Mo and said, "If you reason, I don't understand very much. If the Buddha wants to set up a plan to kill me, it should be the thing the academy wants to see the most. Why are you standing on my side?"
She is Haotian, and she can know his tendency from Jun Mo's expression. As for the reason why she does not mention Ning Que's position, it is because she is already used to Ning Que's follower.
Jun Mo said calmly: "No shame."
Not ashamed means not ashamed to be with him.
Ning Que's answer was more direct, saying, "The academy can't afford to lose that person."
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Leaving the lake meadow in front of the cliff, Ning Que and Sangsang walked around the underground fields, trying to find traces of the Buddha still alive or dead.
Sometimes when he was grilling fish by the lake, he would wonder what his second senior brother was doing now, whether he was holding an iron sword and constantly killing the nobles and monks, or was he was making unreasonable arguments with the living Buddhas.
In the future, even decades of time, I think Jun Mo would hold an iron sword and fight in this tragic world. The Buddha land that has been silent for countless years will surely stir up countless storms and waves.
The hanging temple of millions of serfs. Maybe it will start to tremble because of fear?
Thinking of those scenes, even if he is cold-blooded, he feels a little emotional and wishes to join hands with his senior brother. But now he has more important things to do. Even if he finishes the Buddha's deal and then the Haotian deal, he
I have to go back to Chang'an to do the big sale in the world.
The journey of finding Buddha continued. Ning Que and Sangsang walked through the vast fields at the bottom of the sinkhole, but still found no clues. The two became more and more silent.
The unknown is disturbing, and even more so for those who originally knew everything.
Walking all over the fields, returning again. Climbing the mountain peak, Sangsang went back and forth in countless temples among the cliffs, pondering in front of the quiet and solemn Buddha statues, standing by the cliff and silently facing the sky.
In Xifeng, the main hall of the Precepts Academy, they stood among towering ancient trees, listening to the sound of boards falling heavily on monks, in Dongfeng. They stood in the shadow of cliff stones, watching the monks stomping on the ground.
In the Main Hall on the top of the peak, they saw the seven thoughts of meditation. In the thatched hut behind the hall, they saw a thin old monk who was making porridge, and then saw an ancient bell.
The hanging temple between the peaks seems so quiet and peaceful, completely different from the world below the peak. Looking at these pictures, Ning Que was puzzled. The Buddhist sect claimed to be compassionate. They were meditating between the peaks, and the people suffered under the peaks.
, sitting on the peak thinking about how to calm down and how to meditate?
In the Huang Temple on the cliff below the peak, Ning Que saw an acquaintance. Master Boxun who left Chang'an and returned to the Xuankong Temple to ask about the Buddha again. At that time, Sangsang was elsewhere, and Boxun only saw him.
Master Wang Yang was a little surprised. Ning Que simply told all the experiences of this period. Only then did the master realize that so many things had happened in the world and said, "You should leave earlier."
Ning Que frowned slightly and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Hanging Temple?"
Master Wang Yang shook his head and said, "I don't know what's wrong, so there should be something."
Master Huang Yang is the brother of the Tang Dynasty. His identity in the secular world is extremely noble, which makes him receive courtesy in the Hanging Temple. However, these Tianlai Temples still worship the same, but there are no monks coming to visit him, giving people a feeling that Hanging Temple
It seemed as if he was deliberately isolating him, which made him feel a little alert.
The moment he saw Ning Que, the master knew where the matter came from.
On the wasteland, Sangsang stepped on the first sermon onto the solid earth, but the first sermon was not dead. It was not surprising that Xuankong Temple knew the news of her and Ning Que's arrival.
Ning Que was not worried. As the saying goes, Haotian is in his arms, who is the opponent?
Master Wang Yang knew what he was thinking, but he had some different thoughts. He took off the string of rosary beads on his wrist and handed them to his hand. He said with a serious expression: "I am merciful, and there is also thunder."
Listening to the four words "Compassion" by my Buddha in the Hanging Temple, Ning Que felt a little uncomfortable subconsciously. He walked to the stone steps in front of the temple, pointed to the world covered by clouds and mist under the peak, and said, "Is there compassion there?"
Master Huang Yang knew that he had been walking in the world under the peak for a long time and said, "Countless years ago, the Buddha opened up the Buddhist kingdom with great power. He set up countless yellow temples between the peaks, and gathered countless sinful people here.
Farming and grazing, so as to offer sacrifices to the monks, and receive the influence of Buddhism, I hope that they can wash away their sins."
Ning Que said: "It's all farts. Not to mention whether the mortals who were captured by Buddha were really guilty of serious sins, even if they had their own laws to deal with them, he was just a practitioner, so what qualifications were he qualified to convict? Even if those people were really
The sins are severe, even ten generations of evil people. What sin do these people have? Why should we live in this ghost place where there is no light in the light of heaven for generations?"
Master Wang Yang had a Buddha in his heart, so he could not agree with his accusations, but he knew that this matter was indecisive. After a long silence, he said: "This life is the most painful, the next life may be the most happy."
Ning Que turned around on the stone steps, looked at the Buddha statue in the hall, and said, "No matter how much joy in the next life is, how can you resist countless generations of suffering? The Buddha you worship is really disgusting."
Master Wang Yang said: "It may be wrong, but who dares to disobey the rules set by the Buddha?"
Ning Que said: "What you need to practice Buddha is to meditation. The monks sit among the peaks and enjoy the offerings of those slaves. Can you really meditation? Can you really enter meditation?"
Master Huang Yang said: "Most monks in the temple have never been to the peak in their entire lives."
Ning Que said: "But they are not fools. They know very well what the world is under the peak, and the Hanging Temple is going to enter the world. Those monks who go to the world, or those who are as strong as you and Qi Nian, must go out of the pit.
After passing by the wilderness, how can you see those poor people without them?"
Master Huang Yang said: "What you said is reasonable. If Hanging Temple has been passed down for countless years, there will naturally be truly compassionate monks and great masters. Even if they violate the Buddha's precepts, they want to make changes, but they have not done it, which makes those monks the most.
The great masters were confused that when they tried to make changes, the people at the peak would become at a loss. Suffering seemed to have become a dependent on their lives."
Ning Que said: "Faith is addiction. If you want to quit, it is inevitable to suffer at the beginning. However, how can you let go because of temporary pain? "
Master Wang Yang said: "But if the Buddha's kingdom begins to collapse, what can we do?"
Ning Que said: "This ghost place collapses, so why bother with it?"
Master Huang Yang shook his head helplessly. He thought to himself that you are a person outside the world. It is natural that you can think so. However, as a monk in the temple is a disciple of the Buddha, how can he watch the Buddha's kingdom be destroyed?
Ning Que said again: "If those monks really have compassion, how can they endure it?"
Master Wang Yang said: "I can't bear it and I can't control it, so I can only leave."
Ning Que said: "So you left the Hanging Temple and returned to Chang'an back then."
Master Huang Yang said: "Yes, there are many monks like me who leave Yunkong Temple. When Master Qishan was young, he read all Buddhist scriptures and realized all Buddhist teachings. He was regarded as a master of the first seat of Yunkong Temple at that time. However, the master could not bear to see the peak.
The people were suffering, and finally broke through the mountain gate and went to Lanke Temple."
Ning Que looked at the golden Buddha statue in the hall, thinking about Master Qishan who had been ill for a long time in the Washan Cave House, and was silent for a long time, saying, "The heart of unbearableness is the heart of Buddha."
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Ning Que returned to the remote cliff, pulled out the green vines, and came to the tree in front of Liansheng's former residence.
He didn't know what kind of tree this was, but he only remembered that when he came a few days ago, there was only a white flower in the whole tree, which was blown to his shoulders by the wind, and was now stuck between Sangsang's hair and hair.
After only a few days, the tree was filled with small white flowers, spitting out its petals among the not-so-dense green leaves, emitting an extremely clear fragrance of flowers, and mixing into the breeze and moving away gradually.
Sangsang walked to him, just as she said a few days ago. No matter where Ning Que was, she could find him easily and would never let her get lost.
The breeze blew across the cliffs, and the green leaves and the small white flowers trembled slightly. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the green leaves gradually became thicker and the small white flowers gradually withered. The picture seemed extremely magical.
Only the little white flower on Sangsang's temples is still tender and fresh as before.
The green leaves are getting thicker and the white flowers are getting shriveled, which does not mean desolation, but may also be a good harvest, because fruits will only be produced when the flowers fall. In less than long periods, green pears will be filled with trees.
Only then did Ning Que realize that the tree on the cliff was actually a pear tree.
He reached out to pick a green pear on the branch and found that this pear was much smaller than the common pears in the world. The green color on the pear surface was extremely light and tender and smooth, and it felt extremely sweet and juicy when it looked.
Ning Que has seen this kind of green pear, and Sangsang has also seen it. It was a few years ago in the cave hut behind the Buddha statue in Washan. Master Qishan took out a green pear and invited Sangsang to eat it, and then Sangsang divided half of it.
This green pear is really delicious.
Ning Que looked at the green pear in his hand, he was a little hesitant and even a little alert, because last time he and Sangsang ate the green pear, he fell asleep and was taken into the Buddha's chessboard.
It would be fine if it was another time, but now he and Sangsang are in the Hanging Temple.
Ning Que has always been puzzled why the monks in the Hanging Temple are always so calm. Even if they can't find Sangsang and themselves, they should always be a little nervous. However, the countless temples between the peaks are still as usual, and the chanting of the scriptures.
When entering into samadhi, the precepts hall is still punishing the monks, and the monks keep stomping the ground.
The morning bells and evening drums are still clear, and the Hanging Temple is now too calm.
What are the monks in the Hanging Temple waiting for? The Buddhist sect’s emphasis on fate? The moment they are waiting for the arrival of fate? Where is that moment? Is it on this green pear?
Ning Que looked at the little green li in his hand and frowned slightly.
At this moment, an extremely melodious bell suddenly came from the top of the peak.
Can you clear your heart?
Ning Que didn't feel that way. When the bell rang into his ears, his heart suddenly tightened, as if he was held by an invisible hand and would be fractured the next moment!
This bell cannot clear your heart, but can only be shocked!
Ning Que's face turned pale in an instant, and he almost crushed the small green pear in his hand in pain.
Immediately afterwards, he let out a mouthful of red blood with a puff!
Her hand, which passed through the breeze on the cliff, held his hand at some point.
That was Sangsang's hand.
A pure and powerful divinity came from her hands and instantly occupied Ning Que's body and mind, and at an unimaginable speed, he repaired his broken heart as before.
Ning Que got rid of the desperate situation and looked at the place where the bell sounded at the top of the peak. His clothes were covered with blood, his face was covered with blood, and his eyes were still scared.
This melodious bell sound came from the Main Hall of Hanging Temple, from the ancient bell he and Sangsang had seen. However, he could not have thought that the bell sound was so terrifying!
As Haoranqi's cultivation grew deeper, his body was as strong as steel. Ordinary swords and arrows could not break his skin at all, let alone the heart inside his body, which was wrapped layer by layer by layer by layer.
However, a bell in the Hanging Temple shattered his heart and almost killed him!
Feeling the warmth in my hand, Ning Que once again felt the so-called Sangsang in his hand, and I had the feeling in the world.
No matter how terrifying the bell sounds, no matter how powerful the Hanging Temple is, as long as I hold Sangsang's hand tightly, even if you cut me into countless pieces, I will still be able to live.
This is the conclusion that Ning Que has drawn in countless blood and tears in the Temple of Light and the Pavilion, and he is very confident.
Holding Sangsang's hand, he was no longer afraid and could listen carefully to the bell.
The bell kept echoing among the cliffs and countless temples, so far away.
Gradually, countless chantings of scriptures began to merge into the bell.
In countless temples, countless monks were chanting Buddhist scriptures, and countless chanting sounds were mixed together, buzzing, and it was impossible to hear which volume of Buddhist scriptures they were reading.
Buddhist temples in the world start the day with bells, which is the morning bell.
The morning bell rang, the monk woke up and began to read the scriptures devoutly, for morning lessons.
When Hanging Temple woke up, the Buddha left the real Buddha land on earth, and began to reveal its true face.
A Buddha light appeared on the cliff, covering the mulberry trees.
Ning Que looked at the scene and his whole body was cold, and his heart seemed to stop beating.
Because he remembered a scene in the back hall of Lanke Temple many years ago.
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(This chapter is four thousand, and today there are still some tiring things, so you will write it a little slower.) (To be continued.)