The fifth volume, the pen of the gods, the one hundred and thirty-seventh chapter sees through the s
Ning Que stood up, looked a little confused, and then spit out a mouthful of blood.
With a puff, blood suddenly dripped on the wall.
Blood stains the gray wall of the Zen room, and the shadow is on the wall, and naturally it is also in the blood.
The shadow clasped with one hand, as if he was extremely happy, then turned around and walked towards the depths of the sea of blood, gradually disappearing.
Ning Que suddenly felt very sad when he looked at this scene, and seemed to never see him again.
The shadows scattered, and the gray wall gradually dispersed. It turned out that this wall was fake.
He turned around and looked at the candle on the table, and it turned out that the candle was also fake.
He looked at the wooden door of the Zen room, and it turned out that the door was fake and the threshold was fake.
He looked at the roof of the Zen room, his eyes passed through the beams and fell on the dark sky.
The Zen room is fake, and the temple is fake.
So Chaochengyang City? What about this sky?
Ning Que pushed open the wooden door of the Zen room and walked out. At this moment, the clouds in the sky suddenly dissipated, revealing the sun, and the world suddenly became extremely clear and the Baita Qinghu Lake was as beautiful as a painting.
The sun shone on his face, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, and the clouds in the sky floated again to block the sun, followed by a cold autumn rain falling, wetting the map of the tower lake.
Sangsang is not outside the Zen room, and should be watching the sky by the lake like he has done in recent years.
Ning Que walked towards the lakeside, his expression calmly, as if he had been relieved.
The monk Qingban stood under the willows by the lake to shelter from the rain. He looked at his face and was slightly stunned. Then he showed a sincere joy on his face. Hanxi asked, "Senior Brother, have you realized it?"
Ning Que looked at the foolish monk and said, "Yes, I've all realized it."
The monk Qingban opened his eyes wide and asked anxiously: "What have you realized in senior brother?"
Ning Que said: "Everything is fake."
The monk Qingban was puzzled and subconsciously repeated: "All everything is fake?"
"Not bad." Ning Que stood by the lake, looking at the white tower opposite that was being washed by autumn rain, and said, "This tower is fake. The rainfall falling on the tower is also fake."
“This lake is fake.”
He pointed to the lake water in front of him and continued, "The temple is fake, the city is fake, the country is fake, and people are fake, the snow is fake, and the seventy-two temples in the mist and rain are fake, and the seventy-two temples in the mist and rain are also fake.
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The monk Qingban scratched his ears and foreheads, very anxious and couldn't understand. He also figured out what he was saying, but suddenly thought of something and took out a steamed bun from the monk's robes.
"I'm true."
The monk Hanhan said, gnawing the steamed bun and chewing it hard. He said in ambiguously: "I'm eating steamed buns, so the steamed buns are naturally true."
Ning Que looked at him, his eyes showing pity, and he said nothing.
The monk Qingban pointed at the lake in front of him with a steamed bun, and the white tower on the other side of the lake, and shouted aggrievedly: "It's obvious that these are all there, I can see them. How can you be fake? You are unreasonable."
Ning Que looked at him, remained silent for a long time, and said, "You are fake, too."
The monk Qingban looked at him foolishly, not understanding what he was talking about at all.
Ning Que said: "Many years ago, you were already dead, you were just a wisp of Buddha nature left... The monk in the temple said that your Su Hui was of course not wrong. You were a monk of the Buddha sect in your previous life. It's a pity that you just entered the world.
, and you will be killed. Otherwise, you may really become a master with profound virtue in the Hanging Temple."
The Qingban monk was a little confused and asked, "I was killed? Who would kill me? Who killed me?"
Ning Que looked at him quietly and said, "I am the one who killed you."
"Your name is Daoshi, your mother is the sister of the Lord Yuelun Kingdom, and your father is the first treasure tree master in the Hangkong Temple Precepts Court. Because I once humiliated your mother, you left the Hangkong Temple behind.
, First, he achieved the Dharma name at Yuelun Seventy-Two Temple, and then went to Chang'an City to find me, and then I killed him."
"Later, in order to avenge you, your father, Master Baoshu, was the most important thing to suppress the daughter of the Hades. He killed me by the way, took Yulan Ling to leave the Hanging Temple, and made a game with the Buddha Sect, seven thoughts, and finally,
That bureau was cracked by my academy, and your father died in the hands of the academy, which was equivalent to his death in my hands."
"Later, she and I fled to Chaoyang City, and were surrounded by countless believers and strong men from the Buddhist and Taoist sects in this White Pagoda Temple. Your mother Qunimadi was practicing here at that time and was taken hostage by me.
I was going to let her go, but for some reason, she finally killed her legitimate daughter, "
Ning Que looked at the Qingban Monk and said calmly: "I killed you, I killed your whole family."
"But...but, why do you want to kill me and my whole family?"
The Qingban monk did not listen carefully to Ning Que's words at all, but felt confused, scratched his head and said, "And my name is Qingbanzi, I don't call him Daoshi, have you made the wrong person?"
Ning Que said: "The green board... is the stone that paves the road, the stone that paves the road."
"Senior brother is telling a joke."
Qingban monk smiled and said, "My name is Qingbanzi because when the abbot and the abbot played mahjong all night, they finally listened to the board clearing. But because they heard me crying on the stone steps, their hands trembled.
I threw out one and two cylinders I touched, so I called Qingbanzi."
Ning Que didn't say anything else. Since he didn't believe it, why bother to let him believe it?
The Qingban monk refused to give up, followed behind him and kept asking, "How do you prove it?"
Sangsang sat by the lake and watched the sky, listening clearly to the conversation between the two of them. He turned around and looked at Ning Que with a slightly confused expression, and he had the intention of inquiring about it.
Ning Que doesn't have to prove anything to the Qingban Monk, but he must prove it to her. Only by believing her can she truly wake up and they can leave here.
"Where is the direction of Chang'an City?" he asked.
Sangsang sat on the shore of the lake and pointed to somewhere in the east.
He untied the arrow box, and set up the iron bow in a very short time, then pulled the bow and put the arrow, aiming at the distance where her finger pointed, and suddenly let go when the bow string was like a full moon.
A round white turbulent flow appeared at the tail of the arrow, and the dark iron arrow disappeared on the lake surface. I don’t know where it went. After a long time, there was no echo.
"Look, I just said this is fake." Ning Que said.
Sangsang asked, "Why?"
Ning Que said: "If Chang'an City is there and the iron arrows are shot over, the academy will definitely know."
Sangsang thought for a while and said, "Then?"
Ning Que said: "After so long, the eldest brother has not come yet, which means there is no eldest brother in this world. Then this world is naturally fake."
Sangsang was puzzled and asked, "Li Gujujuku will definitely come?"
Ning Que said: "Yes, he came back then, and he will come now."
Sangsang didn't speak.
Ning Que pointed to the lake water and the white pagoda in front of her and said, "Many years ago, before we entered the chessboard, the white pagoda and the lake water reached the Hanging Temple. Why was it here?"
Sangsang said: "We left the Hanging Temple, and Tahu will naturally come back."
Ning Que's arrow. Ning Que's words still couldn't convince her. She had not woken up yet, or she was a little reluctant to wake up. She just quietly looked at the sky reflected on the lake.
"Actually... I don't want to wake up either, especially when I woke up, I was very uneasy and even scared, my body and mind were cold, my spiritual sense was irritated, and I even vomited a lot of blood."
Ning Que walked to her side and sat down. He gently held her hand, looked at the dark sky, and said, "Although this world is vain, these years...especially in the first few years. It's really
Be happy, those days are really good, it makes people reluctant to leave and don’t want to leave."
Sangsang leaned on his shoulder and looked confused.
Ning Que gently stroked the little white flower on her temples and said, "Do you think this day is very beautiful?"
Sangsang nodded softly.
Ning Que said: "You think the sky is very familiar and very close, so you want to see it?"
Sangsang looked at the dark and high sky, and knew the answer, but he didn't dare to say it.
Ning Que hesitated and said, "You were born in the sky, you grew up there, and there is your home, so you feel familiar and close, and you always want to go back."
After hearing this sentence, the confusion in Sangsang's eyes gradually faded away and gradually returned to calm, just like the lake in front of her who was disturbed by the autumn rain, gradually calming down, and the reflected sky became clear.
She blinked, and the waves shook, as if she was looking like her eyes.
The sky reflected on the lake was cut into countless lights and shadows, and the sky was no longer found its original appearance, and it turned into countless stars, as if it was constantly born and died.
The lake was evaporated and the white pagoda disappeared. Since it was in the hanging temple, it naturally could not be in front of her.
Sangsang looked into the sky, and the rain clouds suddenly dispersed, revealing the clear blue sky behind it. However, this was still not the sky she wanted to see. Several cracks suddenly appeared in the blue sky like porcelain flakes.
Just like a beautiful porcelain piece was thrown to the ground, the sky was broken like this.
She quietly looked at the sky by the lake in the courtyard for hundreds of years. Today, with the help of Ning Que, she finally saw through the sky and saw the darkness and nothingness behind her.
Yes, this world is fake, or, real, but no matter what, this is not her world, this is the interior of the chessboard, this is the world of Buddha.
She slowly stood up and raised her hands on her back.
The monk Qingban looked at the sky that suddenly turned into a dark sky, panicked, grabbed Ning Que's sleeve, and said tremblingly, "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
Ning Que said: "We are going to leave here, you can find a place to hide it."
The monk Qingban said, "Where are you going?"
Ning Que said, "We are going outside."
“Outside…where is outside?”
The Qingban monk stared at him in a daze and suddenly said sadly: "Does I really die?"
Ning Que didn't speak.
The monk Qingban kept crying and wiped it with the monk's sleeves, but it couldn't be wiped clean.
Ning Que's expression suddenly became solemn.
The monk Qingban wiped his tears with his sleeve, but the tears couldn't be wiped clean.
He wiped his face with his sleeves and wiped his face very cleanly. He wiped his sleeves and lost his eyebrows. He wiped it again, and his nose was gone. He wiped it again, and his eyes were gone.
He seemed a little embarrassed, covered his face with his sleeves, and said honestly: "I don't want you to leave."
The monk Qingban wiped himself into a face-covering Buddha with his sleeve.
He said he didn't want Ning Que and Sangsang to leave.