The fifth volume, the pen of the gods, the one hundred and twenty-first chapter, the prairie
A monk walked out of the hall. The monk was young, dark-skinned, a little fat, and his eyes were a little far apart. He looked a little silly, or childish, but his eyes were extremely clear.
The monk was holding a fat, white, steaming steamed bun in his hand, and he was nibbling it all the way. His face was full of joy and joy. Without looking at the road clearly, he bumped into Ning Que's body.
"Ouch ouch."
The monk rubbed the top of his head and brushed his fingers over the fragrant scar. He still held the steamed bun tightly with his left hand, and his fingers were sunk into the soft white steamed bun. His eyes were full of tears, and it looked like it was really painful.
The collision was because he didn't see the road and it was none of Ning Que's business. But for some reason, Ning Que looked at the monk's foolish expression and naturally felt pity and apologized tenderly.
The monk looked at Ning Que's face and suddenly froze, forgetting the pain, and suddenly became happy. He stretched out the steamed bun in front of his eyes and said with a smile: "I'll treat you to it."
Ning Que felt so sudden that he asked: "Why do you want to treat me to food?"
The monk said: "Because you are very similar to me. Master said I am a good person, so you are also a good person."
Ning Que looked at his silly appearance and wondered how he resembled you? He asked, "Who are you?"
The monk said naively: "My name is Qingbanzi."
Looking at his expression and tone of voice, Ning Que knew that this man was probably mentally underdeveloped, so he asked casually: "Where does Qingbanzi come from?"
Qingban Monk refused to answer and raised the bun higher, almost touching his mouth.
Ning Que understood, took the steamed bun from his hand and took a bite.
The Qingban monk clapped his hands happily, took his hand and walked towards a certain part of the temple wall. Pointing to the moss-covered stone steps outside a certain side door, he said, "I come from here."
Ning Que looked at the stone steps and vaguely understood that this person was probably an abandoned baby who was abandoned by his relatives. He was thrown on the stone steps outside the White Pagoda Temple, and then he was taken in by the monks in the temple and grew up like this.
"Why do you say I look so similar to you?" he asked curiously.
The Qingban monk pursed his lips and said a little shyly: "Master said that I am a fool. I have Suhui. The brothers in the temple also said that I am crazy. You looked quite crazy before, so you naturally have the right to do it."
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Ning Que thought to himself that a generation of eminent monk Liansheng was in his consciousness. Of course he had wisdom, but... the monks in the temple said that Qingban was stupid, but that was dementia. What does it have to do with Su Hui?
Qingban Monk was so naive and delightful that Ning Que would naturally not reveal these things and cause him trouble. He only made himself more troubled and allowed him to hold her hand and wander around the temple.
The bells in the temple were ringing far away, and Ning Que's mood gradually became peaceful. The strange feeling he had when watching the white pagoda and water shadows by the lake gradually disappeared, which made him feel very comfortable.
In the Zen room in the side hall of the temple, Monk Qingban took out all the more than 300 volumes of Buddhist scriptures left to him by his master and invited Ning Que to watch them. It was like a child showing off his treasure to his companions.
Ning Que couldn't bear to disappoint him, so he randomly picked up a Buddhist scripture and started reading it, praising it from time to time. Monk Qingban was scratching his ears and cheeks beside him. His face was full of joy, and he was indescribably happy.
The scriptures had their own true meanings. Ning Que had just casually echoed and praised them before, but when he took a closer look, he found that there was indeed some meaning. He gradually became immersed in it and forgot to go back.
When he woke up, it was already dark outside the side hall. He was very uneasy. He quickly got up, woke up the Qingban monk who had already fallen asleep on the futon, and left the White Pagoda Temple and walked back to the small courtyard.
The reason why he was uneasy was because he was greedy for reading Buddhist scriptures, and he forgot to make dinner without knowing the passage of time. Now, what would Sangsang, who regarded eating and sleeping as the most important thing, think of him?
Sang Sang was not in the small courtyard, but under the trees by the stream outside the courtyard. When she heard Ning Que's footsteps, she did not turn around to look at him, but continued to look at the sky. The small white flowers on her temples trembled gently in the night wind.
Ning Que walked up to her and expressed his most sincere apology for forgetting to make dinner today.
Sang Sang was in a good mood because she had watched the sky for a whole day and it was very beautiful. She had long forgotten about eating, so she showed her tolerance to Ning Que.
That night, after dinner in the courtyard, Ning Que talked about what he had seen and heard in the White Pagoda Temple today, mentioned the stupid Qingban monk, and said, "Would you like to come with me tomorrow to have a look?"
"It's always good to have some new friends."
Sang Sang said like an ordinary housewife, but she didn't agree to accompany him to the White Pagoda Temple tomorrow because she wanted to stay in the courtyard and watch the sky. It was so beautiful that she couldn't get enough of it.
In the days that followed, Ning Que, in addition to walking around the city with her, spent a lot of time in the White Pagoda Temple, talking to the Qingban monk for unknown reasons, listening to the bells and reading the Buddhist scriptures, feeling quite peaceful and content.
Sometimes I would bring some vegetarian food from the temple back to Sang Sang, but Sang Sang didn’t like it very much.
Sangsang was still sleepy. She looked at the sky when she woke up. From early morning to dusk, she quietly looked at the sky under the trees and by the stream. She thought the sky was beautiful, but also felt that the sky was a little strange.
One day, Ning Que said that you can see the sky in the Baita Temple. Sangsang thought it made sense, so she followed him to the Baita Temple. Fortunately, although she didn't like the vegetarian food and the monks in the temple, she thought the lake was very beautiful.
, the sky reflected in the lake was beautiful again, so she began to sit by the lake and look at the sky.
The days went on like this. In the morning bells and evening drums, Ning Que and Sang Sang looked at the lake, the sky, and Buddhist scriptures. Their hearts were calm, their minds were peaceful, they were happy and peaceful, and the time passed slowly, and they gradually lost track of their age.
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The bright bells echoed among the peaks of the majestic peaks and hundreds of temples, waking up many monks. Compared with the melodious and quiet bells of Xuankong Temple in the past, today's bells seemed so strong, even faintly...
Feel some anxiety, because these bells are warning signals.
The ringing of the bell conveyed countless messages and pointed out the direction. More than a hundred monks and soldiers walked out from the big yellow temple on the west peak, swept towards the bottom of the peak, changed horses at the foot of the mountain, turned into a streak of smoke, and headed towards the dark underground at high speed along the mountain road.
Something in the wilderness was driving away, the monk's clothes were fluttering, and the sound was shocking.
The underground wilderness is vast and infinite. In the past countless years, it has always seemed so silent and quiet. However, today somewhere in the wilderness, the sound of killing has already been loud. There is smoke and dust everywhere. The roaring sounds of fighting and the sound of weapons can be heard everywhere.
There was a crashing sound, but there was also the sound of compassionate chanting, which seemed weird.
The former Buddhist kingdom has become a battlefield, and the once devout believers have long turned into bloodthirsty Shura. However, if killing people is a sin, in fact, this place has always been a Shura field.
More than a hundred monk soldiers armed with iron rods came to the outskirts of this bloody and tragic battlefield. They slowly stopped advancing, their mounts gradually separated, and four monks wearing hats walked out.
The leading monk has a simple face and a resolute expression. Even the shadow of his hat cannot hide the tranquil Zen mood in his eyes, which is exactly the Seven Thoughts of Buddha's Walk.
The other three monks wearing hats looked very old. They were all elders of the Discipline Academy of Xuankong Temple.
Qi Nian quietly looked at the battlefield where the sound of killing was loud, but his eyes passed through the smoke and dust raised by the horse's hooves, and fell on the cliff far away. There was someone on the cliff, and he was responsible for the world under the cliff.
The armed nobles of dozens of tribes joined forces, and after dozens of days of desperate fighting, they finally stopped the slaves in front of the meadow next to the abandoned gold field. The Xuankong Temple even sent powerful monk soldiers and experts. Logically speaking,
For a moment, the outcome of the war has lost its suspense, but Qi Nian is still a little uneasy because he always feels that that person will not admit defeat so easily.
The serf rebellion in the underground wilderness has been going on for a year.
At the beginning, the rebellion was just a riot by shepherds from a poor tribe on the cliff, killing more than ten people. The tribe tried to suppress it forcefully, and even invited a monk who was punished by the Discipline Hall to be thrown off the sacred mountain. No
I thought that all the noble armed forces of the tribe were killed in that suppression, and the monk did not survive.
The Xuankong Temple still doesn't care much. It has ruled the underground world for countless generations. The monks in the temple have long been accustomed to the fact that every few years, the descendants of sinners will forget the mercy of the Buddha and ungratefully try to obtain treatment that they are not qualified to receive. However,
No matter how ferocious the criminals were at the beginning, in the end, they only needed to send a few monks to suppress them easily. Moreover, they could also prove to the believers the power of the sacred mountain. Why not?
But this serf rebellion was very different from countless rebellions in the past. The nobles gathered two hundred cavalry to suppress the criminals composed of more than a hundred old, young, sick and weak shepherds, but still failed, so they gathered more troops
, but still failed. Later, the nobles dispatched thousands of cavalry and even invited special slave hunters, but they still could not succeed.
The encirclement and suppression of the rebels never stopped, but not only was it never successful, the ranks of the rebels even grew larger and larger, and several traveling dervishes also died in the battle.
News of this rebel army began to spread in the underground world, along with the legend that the rebels had found a way to the true paradise. Their innate desire for freedom, and their innate hatred of suffering and inequality, gave this rebel army
There were more and more sympathizers, and some even began to respond.
Very similar to the rebellion of the Cliffside tribe, the rebellions of other tribes in the underground world are often initiated by shepherds. Those who have lived between heaven and earth for generations, accompanied by cattle and sheep, and move relatively freely, have the strongest desire for freedom.
The resistance to exploitation is also the most determined.
More and more people are participating in the rebellion, and the wilderness of the underground world is becoming more and more chaotic. The order that has maintained the Buddhist kingdom for thousands of years is beginning to be threatened, especially as more wandering ascetics are killed by the rebels,
Xuankong Temple can no longer watch as calmly as before.
The monks in the Hanging Temple are practitioners. To the serfs in the underground wilderness, they are the living Buddhas who once worshiped. No matter in terms of spirit or strength, the appearance of these monks is the most fatal blow to the rebellious serfs.
In a short period of time, most of the rebellions in the underground world were suppressed.
However, some things are difficult to end once started, some thoughts are difficult to extinguish once formed, and some bonfires are difficult to extinguish once lit. The fire of rebellion in the meadow seems to be about to be extinguished.
, but who knows how many sparks are hidden under those weeds?
A few months later, dozens of rebellions, large and small, broke out in the underground world. After suppressing one place, the monks of the Hanging Temple rushed to another place and were exhausted. What made them feel tired and helpless was that every time
Not long after they suppressed one area, a new rebellion would arise there.
This is the spark that can start a prairie fire.
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(Something happened and some were affected. Five chapters must be finished today. I just ask for your understanding. I don’t have time and energy to revise, so it may be rough.)