Nightfall Chapter 179: A rain in midsummer
Volume One Early Morning Empire Chapter 179 A Rain in Midsummer
"I scared you to death, where can I find a descendant?"
"The problem is that it doesn't sound like true."
"Where is it not true?"
"Chang'an city, give it to me? Why? Why?"
"Because there are too few runemasters qualified to preside over the Shocking God Formation, there are even fewer that can be trusted by the empire. There are only three reclusive runemasters in the academy, and only the little Huanghe is a descendant of my Datang. Uncle’s body has a big problem again, and Ning Que, you are a student of the Master and my apprentice. Why can’t the court trust you? Why can’t you give it to you?"
"Who can agree?"
"I agree."
"Master, is it enough for you to agree?"
"Your Majesty has agreed. He told me that he once told you that when you formally step into the road, he will take you to see something."
"Your Majesty did say...but...what does this have to do with what we are talking about at this time."
"When you see that thing in the future, you will understand."
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Being a high-ranking runemaster is of course a very happy and glorious thing. However, if you become a runemaster, the safety of the entire Chang'an City and even the entire Datang Empire must be in your hands. , Then this happiness and glory will be strengthened countless times, but when the glory is strengthened, it will eventually become a mountain-like responsibility and a sky-like pressure.
Thinking that decades later, when I stand on the Chang’an City Tower and overlook the world’s scenery, I can no longer easily feel like going with the wind, but I will carefully observe the millions of people living in it, and be always ready Ning Que felt a little hard to breathe and was depressed by making a choice that was absolutely difficult for ordinary people to make for the survival of the Tang court, which has been in existence for thousands of years.
If you evaluate objectively, any young man who has just been in contact with the world of practice for less than a year and is still in a state of no confusion, suddenly learns that the empire’s arrangements for his future are so important, and he will be scared to death.
Ning Que is no exception, but after all he has experienced too many shocks and shocks in his life, and he is bold enough to be wild enough, especially after entering the second floor of the academy, his mentality becomes more stable, and it can even be called The above is calm and lazy.
So after returning to Lin 47 Lane, his mood quickly returned to normal.
An old cat in the alley is lying on a stone slab squinting lazily in the sun.
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Actually, Ning Que is not lazy. In the days that followed, in order to avoid the enthusiastic Chang'an people and government officials, he still got up before dark, went out early in the morning, and went to the back of the academy to practice swords and knives. , Listen to the wind, listen to music, listen to the chess, and after leaving the academy, continue to explore the surrounding scenery of Chang'an City and visit various Taoist temples, but now there is no master to accompany, just alone on the road.
Chang'an City finally came to the hardest part of the year, the sweltering summer. Ning Que also traveled to more than ten Taoist temples and finally came to Wanyan Pagoda Temple in Nancheng. Unfortunately, the spring time had passed and the geese had already gone north to spend the heat at Xunyang Lake in Gushan County, so he could not see. To the shocking picture of Wanyan flying around the ancient tower.
Fortunately, places like Taoist Temples and Buddhist Temples have always liked to grab the world’s most beautiful scenery as a background, so the Taoist monks were forced to rehabilitate some good scenery, so as not to be scolded by the world, so Wan Yan Although there are no geese to see in the pagoda temple at this time, there is at least one pagoda with moss marks on the ancient bricks and the exquisitely carved stone statues in the temple.
Ning Que looked up at the pagoda for a while, and found that he hadn’t seen any insights in the Talisman, nor any beauty, shrugged and walked into the pagoda. Suddenly, the lines were smooth but extremely solemn. The image of the Venerable drew his eyes.
The world is shrouded in the sacred radiance of Haotian, and the Buddha keeps silent on the corner of the moon wheel. Although some temples have been built around the cities, they are not the mainstream after all. The Buddhist monks*** mostly practice asceticism in the wilderness. The influence on the secular people is also minimal. Ning Que, like most people, didn’t know much about the Buddhist teachings and scriptures. He only probably knew the so-called venerable person. His position in the Buddhist sect was roughly equivalent to the saints called by ordinary people. They were similar to myths in ancient times. Legend has it.
The stone statues of the Venerable are placed in the quiet Buddha hall one after the other. The windows are covered with yellow paper. The filtered light falls on the stone statues, emitting a quiet yellowish luster. They are different, either smiling or speechless or bitter on their faces, and the hands naked outside the monk's clothes are also different, or they are combined or held lightly or connected to the roots in strange ways.
Ning Que guessed that this should be the handprint of the Buddha Zong, and subconsciously imitated it according to the image of Venerable Shi. His hands stretched out his sleeves and slowly closed, and then spread his fingers and crossed, or bent his fingers to sink his wrists like a lotus, gradually I have a vague feeling in my heart, but I can't tell what it feels like.
Walking out of the Buddhist hall, the world was once again enveloped by the bright and hot sunlight. He blinked and shook his head somewhat disappointed. When he was about to leave, a middle-aged monk walked out from under the Wanyan Pagoda and turned towards him slightly. Smile.
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The shabby room on top of the tower.
The middle-aged monk put a cup of tea in front of Ning Que and said calmly: "You can call me boxwood."
Ning Que accepted the tea ceremony, and felt that the name was a bit familiar, as if he heard Master Yan Se mention it.
"You must have some doubts, why should I ask you to go upstairs for a while."
The middle-aged monk looked at him with a smile and said, "I was asked by someone to say a few words to you."
Ning Que held the lukewarm tea, feeling a little puzzled, wondering who would ask you to say something to me? At this moment, he finally remembered the identity of the boxer monk, thinking of the rumors he had heard in the past, and was suddenly shocked. He quickly got up and touched the ground, and said: "I have seen...I have seen the master." /
The Huangyang monk laughed and said: "How to call me, many people find it a bit troublesome. In the eyes of the people, I am the so-called imperial brother, and many times I call my imperial brother, but where am I? Just a monk."
Ning Que smiled, not knowing how to answer the conversation.
The Huangyang monk pointed to the hill-like Buddhist scriptures on the book table behind him, and said: "These are the Buddhist scriptures I retrieved from the wasteland. I want to translate them into plain text so that the true meaning of the scriptures can be heard by the world. It’s just shallow learning. After many years, there are still many volumes that have not been completed, so please don’t mind if I just start to tell you."
The middle-aged monk sitting opposite is the imperial brother of the Tang Dynasty, the most respected Buddhist master in the empire. Although up to now, I have not guessed who he was invited to speak to him, but this level People put down these many Buddhist scriptures without translating them, and took the time to talk to themselves, thinking that the necessary content is extremely important, and Ning Que will have the slightest opinion.
"I don’t know much about the way of runes, so I can only start from the practice process that I have experienced. Buddhism pays attention to understanding and enlightenment. If you can hold the mind of the Buddha, it is the Buddha. The vitality of the world is in us. It seems that it can be said that it is a gift that Haotian gave us, or it can be said that it is some brilliance that has existed since ancient times. Does Haotian have the will like human beings, whether it is the Taoist Buddhist school or the former sages of the academy, has been There are still controversies, we will not mention it today."
The boxer monk speaks really directly, without any humor, and without any initiation and transformation. He directly uttered a great proposition, but he stopped abruptly after a little explanation and quickly entered the topic.
"Buddhist practice is asceticism. Suffering is not suffering, but walking between heaven and earth, and having close contact with the cliffs and streams for many years. Then one day, if the cliffs and streams are not moved, a water splash will appear in the stream. Perceive the vitality between heaven and earth."
"Cultivation pays attention to understanding the law of movement of the vitality of the heavens and the earth, and perceiving how the vitality flows and how to be static. Buddhist disciples must also learn, but our learning depends more on years of accumulation. We suddenly figure out these things. Call it enlightenment."
Even if a real good student faces Einstein, he will not wait to be fed by the goose with his tail like a fish in the back of the college, but will bravely and timely ask questions, Ning Queshi He is undoubtedly a good student, so after the monk Huang Yang finished saying this, he frowned and asked: "You can realize all the attributes of things by being extremely familiar with the objective existence of things?"
"Your summary is very good. No wonder you can enter the second floor of the college."
The boxer monk stunned slightly, admiringly said: "Generally speaking, this is the truth, but from the Buddha's point of view, these heaven and earth vitality has existed before us, and will always exist after us. This is a kind of transcendence. Experience is even the objective existence of survival experience, so we live in it, more of perception than mastery, and we should not think about controlling it."
"So Buddhism does not divide the realm with the degree of understanding and control of the laws of heaven and earth like the general practice schools. There is nothing not to confuse Dongxuan, and to learn the endless world with a life of boundlessness. How can you not be confused? Since it is heaven and earth Xuanyi, how can you penetrate it?"
Ning Que thought about this passage seriously and felt that these views of Buddhism were a bit too rigid, at least not very positive.
"The Buddhism only pays attention to enlightenment. If you are enlightened, you are enlightened. If you don't have enlightenment, you are not enlightened."
The boxer monk looked at him and said calmly: "I followed my master to practice asceticism everywhere in the world since I was a child. After the master died in old age and frailty, I heard that there was a Buddhist holy place in the extreme west of the wasteland, so I went to the moon. Lun Nation, followed the Lunar Nation’s caravan into the wasteland. In the past seven years, I followed 17 different caravans into the wasteland. Some caravans stayed in the barbarian tribe and never came back. The team returned to the Moon Kingdom with a generous reward, but I never found the legendary Buddhist holy land."
"One of the caravans entered the wasteland four times before and after, and I followed them in and out four times, and became familiar with the guards of the merchant coachmen. One day, a sandstorm hit, and the caravan was trapped somewhere in the autumn city. At night, a team of horse thieves who came to avoid the sandstorm also entered this enclosure, and then they killed it for no reason."
Listening to the word horse thief, Ning Que's eyebrows were raised purely subconsciously, a bright light appeared in his eyes, his body suddenly stiffened with killing intent, and he said in a deep voice, "Master, what happened later? How is it?"
He knows that it is unnecessary to ask this sentence. He knows more about the ferocity of the horse thief in the wasteland than anyone else, and the master is sitting here with good intentions, thinking that something happened in it, even the master is very likely to open that day Enlightenment.
Sure enough, the monk Huang Yang said: "After all, the horse thief was a little jealous of the Buddhist disciples. He didn't surround me until after killing everyone. That is to say, at that moment, I followed the master for twenty years and went in and out. After seven years in the wasteland, I am finally enlightened."
Listening to the master’s narration, Ning Que seemed to be able to see the cruel scenes of the wasteland surrounding that night. His heart was slightly shaken. He looked at the opposite side of the table and asked subconsciously: "Master, what about after you become enlightened? Those horse thieves later How is it?"
The boxer monk smiled slightly, did not answer the question, but slowly poured some tea into his cup.
Ning Que smiled, knowing that he had asked another meaningless question. Although Buddhism pays attention to compassion, but when I saw the introduction of the angry venerable in Buddhism, I knew that Buddhism would also have thunder when encountering wicked people. When angry, those horse thieves died naturally.
The boxer monk said: "As for how I was enlightened then, I still don’t understand. I only remember that my body was soaked with blood from a familiar companion. I think the blood was very hot and the skin on my body was hot. It seems to burn."
Hearing these words, Ning Que gently rubbed his fingers under the table, feeling that the blood stains from his childhood are still sticky, although it has faded a lot now, it still makes him feel a little Uncomfortable.
The Huangyang monk looked at him and said, "I have been in pain and perplexity for many years. Since I want to be enlightened, why can’t I be enlightened earlier? Even half a day in advance, my friends in the caravan will not be killed by horse thieves. Death. After a long time, I finally want to understand this truth. Everyone has different reasons for enlightenment. The opportunity comes when the opportunity comes. If the opportunity does not come, you cannot force it."
Ning Que understood that the master's words were referring to himself.
The boxer monk continued: “Blood is not fire. It shouldn’t be spicy, let alone burn. However, for me at that moment, blood is spicy, it can burn, and my clothes will be burnt. Even the Buddha's heart burns cleanly. If enlightenment is the perception of the laws of heaven and earth, then everyone’s enlightenment should be different. Only what you feel is true, and what others teach you is false, so Don't worry, take your time, you will always realize."
Ning Que thought silently for a long time, and then walked down the Wanyan Pagoda for a long time.
After a while, Datang State Master Li Qingshan walked in from nowhere, looked at the boxer monk and said, "I am grateful."
The Huang Yang monk shook his head and said: "With so many contacts in such a short time, don't you worry about him having problems?"
Li Qingshan said calmly: "A rune master who is already standing in front of the threshold, the imperial brother of Buddha Zong Gaode, plus those weird people on the second floor of the academy, use this lineup to lead someone who has just entered the world of practice. The young man, if he can not have any problems, then the future is bound to be expected. If this still doesn’t work, then... we can only wait for the Master to return to China."
The great practitioners who stood at the highest point of the Datang Empire were all involved in the education of Ning Que. Just as the national teacher Li Qingshan said, such a lineup dare not say that there will be no one, but I believe Hard to appear.
The Huangyang monk was silent for a while and smiled and said, "I hope he can live up to your expectations in the future."
"The Military Department and the Tianshu Department have also investigated him in detail. There is no doubt about his loyalty to Datang. Being able to enter the second floor of the academy means that he has sufficient potential and may even grow into a runemaster in the future. The most important thing is that he is not like other practitioners who are impassive in world affairs and walks in the clouds. Instead, he acts calmly and sternly. When encountering enemies, he dares to kill or kills. He is willing to use any method."
"How could your majesty miss a young man like this? Not to mention the fate of that pair of calligraphy?"
"So painstakingly training him with such a lineup is not because we old guys expect him to grow up in the future and be able to brighten our faces, but because the future of the Tang Empire needs young people like him."
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Since that day in the palace, after having an exquisite and unsatisfied banquet in the imperial palace, Ning Que sent in some books through the guards, but he has never been in the palace again, nor has he been with the university. Tang Tianzi met, so he didn't know that he had become the most important candidate for the talent training plan of the Great Tang Empire. However, today he had a conversation with Master Huang Yang on Wanyan Pagoda. He more or less guessed something that could make this Tang imperial brother come out in person. In addition to Master Yan Se's face, there must be a bit of face in the palace.
Even if he guessed a little bit, he was not shocked, especially compared with the previous day when the master in the Nancheng Tower pointed to the picturesque country and said that the safety of this majestic city under heaven will be handed over to you, but of course he will Moved emotions.
For a few days after Wanyan Pagoda had a meeting, he had been thinking about Master Huang Yang's words, especially the enlightened word.
The more he thinks, the more he confirms the enlightenment that Buddhism pays more attention to. If it is placed in the system of ordinary practice, it is actually Dongxuan, which is a preliminary grasp of the law of movement of the vitality of the world.
At this time, Ning Que's realm is still at the level of no confusion. There is only a small distance from the lower realm of Dongxuan. The same is true for the talisman. He is only a trace of the distance from the talisman drawn. , It’s just that it seems that there is only a slight distance left, but it is the most difficult one.
Seeing that there is only one step away from climbing the dangerous peak, but that step is not going out. No matter who you change to, you will inevitably feel anxious and irritable. A few days ago, Ning Que did calmly and calmly. Deep down, of course, I have been looking forward to that day. It was not until the Wanyan Pagoda that he heard Master Huangyang's words about enlightenment that he suddenly discovered that these seemingly natural expectations of tranquility were also a kind of anxiety and an obstacle to practice.
Thinking about it for a night, Ning Que stopped thinking about these things, and he left all of these things behind. He would still go to Shan Feijian at the back of the academy to listen to Qu Da Tie and gossip, and he would still walk around in the scenic spots of Chang'an City, but he never thought about the day he would be able to do so. The first pen fell on the paper. Looking at the cornices of scenic spots, I no longer want to feel anything from it, but just purely appreciate the beauty in it, reflecting those lines and printing them into my eyes.
One day in midsummer.
Lao Bi Zhai in the afternoon was shrouded in the sultry heat and dampness, Ning Que leaned on the bamboo chair under the tree, staring at the sky divided by the branches and green leaves above his head in a daze, and from time to time he carried him from the basin next to the chair. Tapping the wet towel on the body twice, wash away greasy sweat and heat with well water.
"Hurry up and change the water, the water in the basin is hot again, what kind of weather is this, hurry up and get some fresh water from the cold well."
He is not anxious due to practice, but anxious due to the heat, and shouts to the front.
In order to resist the endless stream of admirers and government officials, Lao Bi Zhai is now open for two days and three days after the owner is happy. Sangsang is really boring during the day, so he wipes the tables and chairs in the front bunk over and over again. At this time, listening to Ning Que's annoyed shouts in the courtyard, she ran out quickly, poured the old water in the basin under the tree, and then walked to the well to fetch new water.
At this moment, a long-awaited rain fell down, crackling against the eaves and leaves, and then quickly transformed into a majestic rain. The rain was thundering, but it could not cover the transmission in the back alley. The neighbor who came was ecstatic and shouted.
"Master, you go into the house and hide."
Sangsang threw down the basin and quickly closed the window.
Ning Que lay on the bamboo chair but did not move. He watched the rain falling from the sky, feeling the crunchy feeling of raindrops hitting the naked skin, and the wetness that enveloped the streets and lanes, his expression It looks a little weird.
Sangsang looked at him at the window and shouted: "Why haven't you come in yet?"
Ning Que opened his eyes, watching the denser rain, suddenly shouted: "Look, it's so beautiful."
Sangsang thought that the young master was talking nonsense again. She waited for a long time and found that Ning Que was still lying on the bamboo chair stupidly. Although she was not worried that he would catch a cold on a hot day, she was worried that he would become a fool by the rain, and walked out with her thin eyebrows. Go to the bamboo chair and look up to the sky like him.
Ning Que looked up at her with difficulty, stretched out his arms around her waist, and hugged her into his arms.
The master and servant lie side by side on bamboo chairs, lying in the majestic rain, looking towards the sky with their eyes open.
Sangsang looked at the rain line that was rushing toward his face like arrows, and said in surprise: "It's really beautiful."
Ning Que wiped the rain off her face and asked: "Do you think we are like the eaves of rain under a thousand years of wind and rain?"
Sangsang shook his head and said: "I don't think it, I think it is like a city wall, being shot by many arrows."
Ning Que sighed and said, "Is really an unsentimental girl."
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At night, the rain gradually stopped.
Sangsang started cooking, and after Ning Que dried his body, he went to the desk in front of the window again.
He poured water into the inkstone, rubbed the ink and picked up the pen, just as natural and ordinary every time for more than ten years.
The white paper on the desk is still the original one. The edge has been rolled up after being left for dozens of days, but it is still white.
His eyes moved away from the page of the water part of the rune book, and he glanced at the rain dripping under the eaves.
Then he sinks his wrist and writes down.
The plump nib is like a treetop that **** rainwater, gently falling on the snow-white paper.
One line, two lines, three lines, six lines.
The six lines are finished.
Ning Que took a deep breath and put aside the pen.
Sangsang walked in with two large bowls of soy sauce rice, put it aside, and walked to the desk to look curiously.
Then she raised her head to look at the roof, frowned slightly, and said unhappily, "It's actually leaking? Didn’t this mean that this is the new house in the fourth year of Apocalypse? Master Minger, you have to talk to Fourth Master Qi. Reduce rent."
Ning Que shook his head helplessly, and said, "When did we pay the rent? Besides, the house did not leak."
"It's also called no rain leak? Master, are you getting a fever from the rain? Do you want me to go to the pharmacy..."
Sangsang pointed to the white paper on the desk and looked at Ning Que and asked concerned.
However, without waiting for her to finish, Ning Que took her thin body into his arms.
Sangsang felt that the young master seemed very excited today, so he opened his arms helplessly and let him hold him in a daze.
Ning Que hugged her tightly, and after a moment of silence, he said with a smile in her ear: "Tell those who want to invite me to dinner in Chuan-Chuan Ancheng. Starting today, I will have time to eat at their house. Up."
Hearing this, Sangsang stiffened slightly and looked at the desk again.
The six ink marks on the snow-white paper on the desk have long since disappeared.
Only a large pool of water marks.
It's not rain.
It is water.
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(I originally expected to write three thousand words, but when I wrote it, I wrote hi again, and I am happy when I wrote it, so I wrote six thousand words and finished this large plot. Okay, it's really pretty Happy. When you are so happy, don’t click on the recommendation ticket and ***I am sorry for myself. Anyway, you know that the recommendation ticket is your own destiny. ***I really want it casually, but you really can’t give it casually, you have to give it hard! )