Nightfall Chapter 83: The palm print in the autumn rain, the dance in front of the temple

(Today's monthly pass, tomorrow's monthly pass, November's monthly pass, all the monthly passes in your hand this year, you have to give it to me...)

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The statue of Venerable Stone in the temple was initially painted with gold paint. I don't know how many years have passed, the gold paint peeled off, revealing the stone inside. Under the dim light, it looked compassionate but terrifying.

Ning Que looked at one stone statue, and then looked at another, completely absorbed, completely forgetting me, not feeling hungry or sleepy at all, and his hands kept changing in front of him.

He didn't stop the movement of his hands until he saw all the four stone statues. He picked up the futon and sat down in front of the temple threshold. Facing the night of the temple, he closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Unknowingly, one night passed, Qiu Yu once again landed in the ancient temple, rushing out of the thin mist, and let the faint morning light shine clearly on the eaves of the temple.

The long and clear bells in the main hall of the former temple spread to the distant apse.

Ning Que opened his eyes, their eyes sparkling, and then gradually returned to normal.

Looking at the gradual autumn rain outside the threshold, he raised his right arm, walked with his mind, and stretched forward very casually.

The autumn breeze in front of the temple was strong, the rain was swaying, and silently, a huge gap suddenly appeared in the heavy rain curtain. There was no raindrop in that space, and it looked extremely dry.

If you look closely, the blank space in the autumn rain is exactly the shape of a palm.

I don’t know how long it took before the aura surrounding the temple gradually faded. Those autumn rains that slanted and flew and dared not fall drifted into the invisible palmprint range, and everything returned to normal.

Ning Que didn't understand the whole night until this time, what he had realized and what he had gained, watching the heavy autumn rain outside the temple, his heart was a bit turbulent.

"Fearlessness, meditation, contemplation of demons, chanting... I didn't expect that you would be able to comprehend my four Buddhist mudra in one night."

Master Qishan's weak but surprising voice came from outside the hall.

Ning Que turned around and bowed to the master, and bowed a big gift.

There are many things he wants to thank. But last night, he entered the temple for a whole night, and the master guarded him all night outside the temple. This kind of guardianship is worth his sincere worship.

Master Qishan looked at Ning Que with emotion.

Even if it is a person with a deep connection with Buddha and a high level of comprehension, it is impossible to comprehend the magical meaning of the four true mudra of Buddhism in one night, because mudra of the Buddhism is not the Dharma, so the cultivator cannot get around the form to open up the obstacles of understanding and seeing. .

However, knowing and seeing obstacles did not seem to have any effect on Ning Que.

Master Qishan felt the breath of Junior Lian Sheng in Ning Que's body. A lot faint than yesterday. Then he understood the real reason why he was able to overcome the obstacles of understanding and seeing.

Because of these obstacles, Lian Sheng had already surpassed that year.

Master Qishan looked at Ning Que and thought sadly. Junior Brother, you are constantly leaving this world. Is this how you continue to exist in this world?

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Diplomas from various countries have arrived at Washan one after another to discuss the invasion of the deserted people in the former temple. Meetings were held all day long. The practitioners were discussing what they had seen in Washan a few days ago in the Central Temple, reminiscing with awe and excitement about the scene of the day, and at the same time guessing whether the Yulan Festival will come again. What a big shot.

Ning Que and Sangsang would naturally ignore these things, although they were invited to attend the Yulan Festival. They lived in the -<>-Buddha statues in the back temple of Lanke Temple and followed Master Qishan to visit the Buddhist walls of the temples. Their lives were extremely peaceful, and their mood became much more peaceful.

He still asked Master Qishan about the Yulan Festival. After all, this most grand festival in the world has a strange origin, and there are legends of Buddha's light suppressing the underworld, so he is very curious.

"Where can the Buddhism be able to suppress the underworld. At first it was just praying that night would not come, and then gradually evolved into a gathering of strong men in the spiritual world to discuss how to deal with it, but countless years passed. The night never came, the underworld invaded The legend has become a true legend. Where else would practitioners care?"

Master Qishan smiled and said: "The Yulan Festival will be held once a year, and the gathering time of practitioners is not fixed. Although it has lost the original intention. But I Buddhism does not want to lose the opportunity to show myself."

"The Moon Country is known as the Seventy-two Temples of Misty Rain, and it is also a famous temple. If you want to count the ordinary temples, it’s probably more than a thousand, and it’s adjacent to the Western Wasteland, which is similar to the hanging temple Recently, why didn’t Buddhism hold the Yulan Festival in the Moon Country, such as the White Pagoda Temple?"

Ning Que asked inexplicably.

Master Qishan asked: "Do you know where the first large temple was built in the world in the Xuankong Temple?"

Ning Que shook his head.

Master Qishan pointed to the eaves of the palace under the column and said, "This is the place."

Ning Que was surprised, wondering what the reason is?

Master Qishan knew what he was thinking and explained: "Because this is the closest to the Xuankong Temple."

Ning Que thought that the Xuankong Temple is far in the depths of the Western Wasteland, while Lanke Temple is located in the southeast. The coastline can be seen from the top of Washan Mountain. The distance between the two places is obviously the farthest in the world. Distance, why does the master say the nearest?

Master Qishan smiled and said: "It is rumored that when the Buddha traveled to the southeast, when his disciples were playing chess in the mountains, he suddenly felt that he was on the top of the mountain and pointed at the bottom of the mountain, and he determined the location of Lanke Temple. So this is because the Lanke Temple where we are now has something in common with the Hanging Temple."

There are faint connections between these six words, but Ning Que still doesn't understand them.

Master Qishan turned around and pointed to the apse, and said: "It is said that countless years ago, the Buddha realized that the space is the highest method of unimpeded access, so he built a simple stone tower there to allow the monks to reach the extreme western pure land."

Ning Que said in shock: "I have only heard of some special and powerful rune formations in the Tang military and Xiling Temple, which can transmit simple messages, but I have never heard of any formations that can transmit people to distant places. Isn’t it the legendary realm without distance?"

Master Qishan said: "There is no apocalypse in Buddhism, and naturally there is no saying that there is no distance, but it is not too unimaginable to create such a thing with the Buddha's ability to reach the sky and the earth."

Ning Que thought about the adventures of himself and Sangsang on the Buddha's chessboard that day, and also thought about the Buddha's notebook that he hadn't left in these days. He believed a little bit more in his heart, and asked nervously, "Now that Where's the formation?"

Master Qishan smiled slightly and said: "No matter how romantic it is, it will always be blown away by wind and rain. No matter how powerful the Buddha is, after thousands and tens of thousands of years, the mana he left has already disappeared. The simple stone pagoda in, I am afraid that it has long since turned into fly ash. The monks in the temple later built a Buddhist temple at the location of the stone pagoda in the rumor, which is the apse. Not to mention the traces of the old years. Even a trace of the Buddha is already there. Can't find it."

Ning Que couldn't help feeling a little after hearing this.

In the face of time, the only thing that can last forever is death.

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The entire Washan Mountain belongs to Lanke Temple. Although Buddhism did not extend the temple to enclose Washan within the temple wall, the area of ​​the temple is already extremely wide. It takes at least a stick of incense to go up from the square in front of the temple to the temple of the back temple. You can imagine the scale of this temple.

The ancient temple is divided into three parts, the former temple is the middle temple and the back temple. In addition to the majestic main entrance and the square in front of the temple, the former temple also has two very majestic temples. The area of ​​the central temple is relatively small, with nearly ten temples scattered around. The back temple has the smallest area and the most secluded, with only one back hall.

The autumn rain continues. The monks in the temple are busy preparing for the Yulan Festival. The delegations of various countries are still discussing lively or intensely. The practitioners are still discussing with each other. The former temple is serious and tense, and the sword shadow of the central temple is lively.

Only the back temple is still quiet. In his leisure time studying Buddhism, Ning Que occasionally takes Sangsang to the temple halls for a walk. They walked in the patter of autumn rain with their **** umbrellas, and they smiled silently while listening to the voices in the halls. No one noticed their existence, as long as he didn't want people to notice.

They also went to the former temple and stood in the autumn tree pavilion. Looking at the red-sleeved maneuvers in the other courtyard outside the temple, I saw only the young and beautiful girls. The fragrance was dripping with sweat, and the sideburns of his clothes shook, feeling extremely pleasing to the eyes.

Looking at the grass on the stage from afar, he kept directing and reprimanding with a clear voice, as if he had already had the style of everyone, Sangsang couldn't help but laugh.

The dance of the sacrificial offering of Hongxiuzhao is not as gorgeous as the neon clothes, but it is a bit more auspicious for the Buddha's goddess, and it should be very successful.

Ning Que and Sangsang just stood in the pavilion and watched from a distance, and did not intend to meet the Red Sleeve Dance Troupe. He also did not go to the Tang state mission-General Xian Zhilang of Zhenxi expressed his request to meet through the monks in the temple, but he really does not want to be disturbed by secular things in his rare and peaceful state of mind.

When Master Qishan spoke about the Buddhist scriptures, he once said that Buddhism is a way of looking at the world and a way of learning, but the most important thing is an attitude to life.

That kind of life attitude was ridiculed by the master as shutting up, Liansheng ridiculed as pretending to be a tortoise, and ridiculed by the second senior brother as pretending to be dead, but Buddhism's unique tranquility and self-sustaining have its own moving parts.

Now that Sangsang’s serious illness is gradually healed, and Ning’s absence from studying Buddhism has also gained, and his mood is natural and peaceful. He recalled later that the only few days in Lanke Temple in the autumn of the sixteenth year of the Apocalypse were the calmest in his life. A period of joy, but only then did he realize that this peaceful joy turned out to be just a sad comfort.

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The Observatory is the first day.

Visitors from all countries of the world come here one after another. The small town in front of Washan is very lively, and the square in front of Lanke Temple is full of people. I don’t know how many pairs of shoes were trampled on, if not for monks and locals. The sergeants sent by the government maintained order. There was no way to perform on the square and the ceremony could not be carried out.

All the Central Plains countries sent ceremonies and performance guests. The floats paraded in the parade triggered waves of cheers. The Red Sleeve Dance Troupe from Chang'an City easily won the biggest cheers and applause.

Subsequently, the abbot of Lanke Temple led the monks to pray for the world, and then there was a sacrifice to the heavens presided over by a priest of the temple. Countless believers bowed to the ground in a very solemn and solemn scene.

Ning Que and Sangsang didn't go to join in the fun. They stood on the fence of the temple hall, condescending and watching the excitement below the mountain from a distance. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but laugh, and said: "Can this be mixed?"

After the ceremony was over, the red sleeved girls began to dance.

The applause and cheers in front of the temple suddenly broke through the sky.

Several senior monks in Lanke Temple, watching the beautiful and solemn girls dancing on the stage, do not know if they think of stories from many years ago, but their eyes are wet. .

Ning Que looked at the temple and said with emotion: "Decades later, the old temple finally saw the dance of the goddess of scattered flowers. Fortunately, Liansheng is dead. I want to spend this time in Lanke Temple in peace."

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