The fifth volume, the pen of the gods, the one hundred and thirty-sixth chapter, it is because I mis
Back in the courtyard, sitting under the tree and meditating for three days and three nights, Ning Que felt that his spirit had completely recovered, so he stood up and walked out, Sangsang said, "If you don't understand, why bother to suffer?"
Ning Que did not look back and said, "I have suffered so much, of course I have to figure it out."
When he came to Baita Temple, he quietly read Buddhist scriptures and the notes of the monks of the previous generation. When dusk came, he lit the candlelight on the table. He was already familiar with these levels and did it very naturally.
The candlelight shines slightly, and the shadow reappears on the wall.
He walked to the wall, sat cross-legged, thought for a while, then pulled out the iron knife and placed it on the ground beside him, and took out a few pieces of talisman paper from his sleeve, ready to use it later.
In fact, he knew very well that neither the iron sword nor the magic talisman had any meaning to the shadow on the wall and the two giant axes, because this was a disaster of extraordinary significance.
But doing so will make him feel a little more at ease.
Not long after, the bell sounded again in Baita Temple, and the monks in the temple still did not hear it. Only Ning Que could hear the bell.
He looked at the shadow on the wall and said, "Come on."
Shadow stood up, began to roar violently and began to struggle.
The giant axe waved wildly in Ning Que's mind again.
Ning Que's face suddenly pale, and the blue veins on his forehead kept emerging with the rhythm of the axe falling. His clenched teeth began to seep blood, but he always maintained a cross-legged posture and refused to surrender.
Now he knew very well that the shadow on the wall belonged to him and Liansheng, and the giant axe in his head was actually a fragment of Liansheng's consciousness attacking.
Three days ago, when he couldn't bear the pain, he wanted to suppress the fragments of Liansheng's consciousness with his mind, but at that moment, the axe fell from the sky.
On the first night, although he did not understand the truth of the matter, he instinctively wanted to destroy the fragments of Liansheng's consciousness in his instinctively, and at that time, the bells sounded in the sky.
He did not have the ability to resist two giant axes at the same time. He wanted to try whether he could resist the axe in his head.
"You keep struggling and twisting, those who know know you are feeling uncomfortable, and those who don't know will think you are really crazy. What exactly do you want to do?"
Ning Que looked at the shadow struggling on the wall, and asked pale, "Just say whatever you want, how can I know what you want if you don't say it?"
Shadow still didn't answer him.
The axe was still chopping in his head, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans flowed down the bridge of his nose. It was a little salty, but I don't know if it was sweat or blood.
He stared at the shadow on the wall, his body trembling constantly, enduring increasingly terrifying pain, his hands tightly, and his nails were sinking deep into his palms.
"What the hell do you want!" he shouted in pain and angrily.
The shadow suddenly stopped. It turned into a shadow, spreading around, and finally occupied the entire Zen room. Whether it was the candlelight or the starlight outside the window, it fell on the walls and the ground, and it was dark.
In this dark world, Ning Que saw the stone beams hanging in the abdomen of the Demon Sect Mountain. He saw the monument without words, the mountain with white bones, and the old monk who was as thin as a ghost in the mountain.
The old monk is a Buddha, and the old monk is also a demon.
The old monk said, "If you want to cultivate demons, you must first cultivate Buddha."
Ning Que said, "I have been practicing Buddhism."
The old monk said, "If you don't have a mad devil, you won't become a Buddha."
Ning Que woke up and remembered that he had heard these words before he realized that Liansheng was not answering his own questions, but just a thought after his death, retelling the past.
The old monk's eye socket was very deep, and there seemed to be a ghost fire inside. His face was distorted and he looked extremely painful. He shouted: "But these are all fake! Buddha is fake! Demon is fake!"
Ning Que woke up and sweated in cold sweat.
With a creaking sound, the door of the Zen room was pushed open, and the shadows in the room suddenly collapsed, turning into shadows sitting cross-legged on the wall.
Sangsang walked behind him, looked at the shadow quietly, and said, "He is not Liansheng."
Ning Que's head was still hurting severely, and he asked in a daze: "Who is that?"
Sangsang looked at him and said, "It's you."
Ning Que asked, "Why is it me? What about the bells from the sky?"
Sangsang said, "I don't know, I don't know."
She is the omniscient Haotian, but she doesn't know the answer to these two things.
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In the days that followed, Ning Que would occasionally go to Baita Temple, inquire about the shadow on the wall, and scolded him angrily, but still couldn't find the answer.
What made him most painful was that if he did not go to Baita Temple, the axe in his mind would not cut him down, but no matter where he was, the bells in the sky were always continuing, the invisible giant axe,
He kept chopping his body and mind, as if he would never give up until he cut him into two pieces.
No one could hear the bells falling from the sky, just like no one could hear the bells at night in Baita Temple, and no one could see the giant axe falling from the sky, and Sangsang could not see it.
Ning Que sometimes even felt that these were hallucinations, but the extremely clear pain kept reminding him that the axe really existed, and that someone was really chopping him.
There was a giant axe coming all the time. What a pain that was so painful that he could not bear it. His body became weaker and weaker, and his spirit became more and more dissipated. Sometimes he couldn't bear it and rushed to the yard to face him.
The sky cursed, but found that it had no meaning at all.
Sangsang spent all his time taking care of him, wiped the sweat off his forehead, dispelled the shadows of nightmares and summer insects and flies, held his hand, and occasionally looked at the sky.
Three years passed like this, Ning Que was chopped by an axe for three years. The time became so long and so unbearable in the painful torture that he even thought of committing suicide, but he couldn't bear it.
One day in late autumn, Ning Que got up from the bed, walked to the table, stretched out his trembling fingers, picked up the tea bowl and drank a sip of tea. He used a lot of effort to prevent the bowl from falling.
Real pain will make the body react instinctively. The endless pain will be a great torture to the spirit and a great harm to the body.
He pushed the door and walked out of the room, looked at Sangsang who was preparing lunch in the kitchen, and said, "I don't have the appetite. Just eat something."
Sangsang stood up, looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled.
Ning Que thought there was something on his face, so he reached out and touched it, but only found that he had lost a lot of weight.
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he remembered that he had not had any pain for a long time.
He looked up at the clear and refreshing sky in autumn and murmured, "Are you going to cut it down?"
Sangsang said, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"
In the past three years, Ning Que rarely discharged from the hospital for a walk. He didn't want to hold Sangsang's hand and walked under the weeping willows by the river. Suddenly, his face turned pale and he fell to the ground, which was very shameless.
But... since the axe in the sky is no longer chopped, or can you go out for a walk? But why does it feel a little lost when the axe is no longer chopped?
"Okay." He said with a smile, but because of the constant pain, he hadn't smiled for a long time, so his smile seemed a little stiff.
Sangsang dryed the water from his hands on his apron and asked, "Where are you going?"
Ning Que thought for a while and said, "It's better to go to Baita Temple."
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Walking into the Zen room, covering the door, Ning Que sat in front of the wall.
Sangsang was outside the Zen room, quietly looking at the sky.
The candle has been lit. The shadows on the wall gradually emerge.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Ning Que looked at the shadow and said, "I don't know if you are Liansheng or myself, but I think you shouldn't harm me. So what do you want to tell me?"
Just like in the past three years, the shadow still doesn't speak.
Ning Que said, "No matter what's going on, I don't want to hold it anymore. I'm still awake and come and ask you one last time when the axe in the sky hasn't fallen."
The shadow slowly stood up and looked upwards.
"If you still refuse to give me an answer, then... I may have to die."
Ning Que said with a smirk: "I really can't stand it."
The shadow suddenly looked at him.
The shadow has no eyes, but Ning Que knows that he is looking at himself.
Ning Que stared at him and said, "If I die, you will die too."
The shadow suddenly bent down and kept trembling, as if laughing, and couldn't stop tears.
Ning Que was about to say something else, but Shadow suddenly straightened her body and slapped her head with a palm!
The bell of the White Tower Temple is ringing again!
The giant axe in Ning Que's head slashed hard at his head!
This is the heaviest axe in three years!
Almost at the same time, an extremely violent voice sounded in the sky!
An invisible and extremely sharp giant sharp edge came from the sky and fell on Ning Que's body in an instant!
Two axes met on Ning Que's head, only separated by the sky spirit cover.
There was a loud buzzing sound!
Ning Que felt that his body and heart were really split in half.
The severe pain caused his pupils to shrink and his tongue to become numb.
Even if he wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide, he could no longer do it.
The next moment, the pain slowly disappeared like the ebbing sea water.
He felt his head be split into a big crack.
There was his eyes in the crack, which could see things.
He looked at the wall, but also at the sky.
He felt that his whole body was transparent, and he could see the pictures that he could not see before, and he could see clearly the things that he could not see before. This is the wisdom eye?
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Earlier, people from the back mountain of the academy surrounded by a pear tree. Senior Brother Six kept smashing the chessboard with a hammer, while the rest were cheering for him.
They have been smashing this chessboard. As long as Ning Que doesn't come out for a day, they will smash it for a day. They believe that one day they will smash the chessboard.
The autumn wind blew slightly, and the elder brother came to the pear tree, and everyone came forward to salute.
The eldest brother took the hammer and said, "You take a break, I'll try it."
The hammer fell, and the smoke and dust were thunderous.
Ximen Buhuo exclaimed: "Senior brother is worthy of being a senior brother, so this sound is so loud."
Beigong Weiyang looked at the chessboard and said disappointedly: "Different and not smashed?"
The eldest brother smiled embarrassedly and handed the hammer out.