Nightfall Chapter 108: It’s so beautiful

When the Buddha Kingdom woke up, countless monks in the Yellow Temple also woke up, but as the saying goes, Sangsang is in hand. I have it in the world. Where can Ning Que worry about being found in the Xuankong Temple and still look around like last night.

He would walk in every Huang Temple and observe carefully to see if there are any signs of seniors. This is a very time-consuming thing, so now it is Sangsang's turn to feel troubled.

On a cliff covered by green vines, she turned and looked at Ning Que and said, "Are you looking for Junmo?"

Ning Que said, "Of course, I can't help you find the Buddha."

Sangsang said: "Idiot."

After saying this, she continued to walk towards the front of Yaping. Ning Que was stunned, not as angry as she was last night, but puzzled, wondering why she would call herself an idiot?

Tsing Yi moved forward, and the green vines separated by themselves. Sang Sang Shi Shiran walked past. Ning Que speeded up his pace and followed along with the green vines before they swung back, and then found that there was something weird about Yaping.

There is an unknown tree on the edge of the cliff with a green cover that shades the light. It is very quiet. There is a small temple behind the pine. The yellow paint has already peeled off, and the stone steps are full of dust. It seems that no one has been here for many years. .

Along the way from the bottom of the peak, no matter which temple is magnificent or magnificent, Ning Que and Sangsang have never seen such a dilapidated temple. This is weird.

What made Ning Que feel weird was that he felt a familiar breath faintly from the ruined temple. He and Sangsang had cultivated Buddha in Lanke Temple, and could perceive the supreme Buddha nature in the breath.

The buddha nature is very pure and compassionate, and very powerful, even stronger than the sum of the buddha nature they felt in the temples last night. How can a temple with such a pure Buddha nature be so ruined? How could the monks in the Hanging Temple forget this temple? ? Who has lived in this ruined temple before?

Is this what Sangsang is looking for? Is the Buddha hiding here?

Standing under the tree by the cliff, Ning Que looked at the dilapidated small temple, suddenly felt a little cold, and subconsciously leaned towards Sangsang and asked: "Is this here?"

Sangsang's expression was a bit solemn, but he didn't speak, and walked directly to the temple.

The temple door opened, with a creak, the spider web was about to fall, and there was a breeze that swept the endless abyss under the cliff.

After entering, Ning Que discovered that it was a fake temple. Standing on the cliff, he saw the front face of the temple. There was no Zen temple inside, only a dusty corridor.

The corridor leads directly to the cliff, and there is a deep hole in the wall.

Ning Que's mood became more tense, but Sangsang didn't change his expression. He walked directly into the cave and looked around with his hands on his back, revealing a touch of irritability on his face.

The cave is very quiet and dry. The furnishings inside are very simple, simpler than Ning Que's cliff cave in the back mountain of the academy. There is only a futon.

The futon was lying quietly in front of the deepest cave wall, full of dust, and the thread in it had long been broken. Ning Que felt that as long as his breathing was a little bit stronger, the futon would disperse.

On the stone wall opposite the futon, there is a shadow. If you look carefully, you can find that the shadow is a human figure, and you can even see the flowing clouds of the robe on the edge.

A long time ago, there was a monk sitting here and facing the wall. He sat for countless years, and even printed his figure on the stone wall. Who is this monk?

Ning Que was shocked.

Sangsang didn't care about who the Taoist monk who was facing the wall here was back then. She glanced at it and knew that the man was definitely not the Buddha she was looking for, so she was a little irritable.

"You are too slow, don't follow me."

After saying this, she walked out of the cave.

Ning Que looked at her back and asked, "I'm looking for someone too."

Sangsang didn't look back and said, "Idiot."

Ning Que was too lazy to get angry, and said, "Even if I'm an idiot, I'm looking for someone. What if we get lost?"

Sangsang said: "I can find you."

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Sangsang left, only Ning Que was left in the cave. He looked at the shadow on the rock wall and shook his head, preparing to leave, but slowly stopped at the entrance of the cave.

Before, under the cliff tree, he felt that the aura from this ruined temple was very familiar. At this time in the cave, this feeling became more and more obvious. The shadow on the rock wall seemed to be Where have you seen it?

Ning Que thought for a while, turned around and walked back to the depths of the cave again, looking at the shadow on the rock wall, and meditating for a long time until he felt a little tired, and then sat on the ground.

He had forgotten that the futon in front of the stone wall was old and worn, wherever he could stand people sitting. As soon as his body touched the futon, the futon scattered into countless puffs, floating everywhere.

"What is this called?"

Ning Que looked at the rush of grass on the ground, shook his head helplessly, reached out to gather all the scattered grass in one place, and then naturally took out the needle and thread from the luggage, and began to do the sewing work very skillfully.

It didn't take long before the futon was patched up by him. He tried to make sure that the futon would not be rotten by sitting again, so he tucked it under his hips, sitting and continuing to look at the shadow on the stone wall.

The shadow on the stone wall was burned by the nature of the previous generations of eminent monks and Buddhas. It is indeed an extremely magical Dharma. If it is in the temples on the earth, it will inevitably be worshipped by countless Buddhist followers, but what does this have to do with him?

Ning Que didn't know why the shadow on the stone wall would be so attractive to him. When his eyes fell on it, he didn't want to leave anymore. He always felt that there were countless wonderful things waiting for him to discover.

Standing tired, so I sat, sat and watched for a long time, and was a little tired, so he hugged his knees and put his head on his knees. After a while, he changed his posture again. , Looking at the stone wall quietly with his hands supporting his jaw, like those children watching social operas in the country, watching with relish.

In the process of looking at the wall, Ning Que did not cross his knees, did not set up a lotus seat, did not have mudra, did not use meditation to meditate, he appeared very loose and seemed to be in a daze.

But in fact, he sat on a lotus in the sea of ​​knowledge and made big mudra. The Dharma that he had seen at Lanke Temple and learned from Qishan Master kept drifting in his heart, but he just didn't meditate.

I don't know how long it took, Sangsang returned to the gloomy cave. She had searched for a long time in the three halls of the Xuankong Temple, but she still couldn't find the person.

Looking at Ning Que staring at the stone wall, her eyes shimmered, but she didn't say anything. She turned and walked out of the cave again. This time she went to the main hall of Xifeng's Discipline Academy.

There are countless towering ancient trees in Xifeng, but there are still no traces of Buddha. Her expression has become more and more solemn, standing on the roots of the ancient tree protruding from the cliff, watching the sun on the sky, silent .

If the sky can't be calculated, there is no secret. Where should Tianxin fall?

Sangsang once again returned to the remote cliff, walked into the dilapidated temple, and came behind Ning Que.

Ning Que was still staring at the shadow on the stone wall in a daze.

Sangsang left again. This time she went to the East Peak full of jagged rocks, but she still found nothing. She stood among the rocks and looked at the sun on the sky, still silent.

She returned to the old temple cave again.

Ning Que is still facing the wall.

She leaves again.

Come back again.

There have been countless times like this.

Even though she is Haotian, she feels a little bored, and also feels a little puzzled. Heaven can't be counted. Before seeing the secret, why does Tianxin always fall by this guy's side?

Is it really impossible to do without him?

Thinking of this possibility, Sangsang looked at Ning Que's back with infinite disgust and irritability in his eyes, wishing to kill him and then suppress him to the deepest part of the earth.

It's just that she can't kill after all. She still wants to be her, so she can only wave her sleeves without taking away a piece of dust, leave the cave again, and continue her search.

Ning Que didn't know that Sangsang had ever moved to kill thoughts. He almost died. He still supported his jaw and looked at the shadow on the stone wall, his expression constantly changing, momentarily quiet and momentarily laughing.

One day has passed. When the sun sets, the unknown green tree by the cliff gave birth to a white flower. It only opened for an instant before leaving the branch and falling to the ground.

This white flower fell on the cliff, touched the dust, and was blown by the breeze outside the cliff. If it was slowly held up by a pair of invisible hands, it floated into the broken temple door and floated to the rock wall in the cave, gently It fell on Ning Que's shoulders.

Ning Que stretched out his hand and plucked this small white flower on his shoulder, gently twiddled the delicate flower stem, looked at the shadow on the stone wall and smiled and said, "So you used to learn Buddhism here."

Following this sentence, the few pieces of consciousness that had been sleeping for many years in the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly lit up, and then gradually faded away, just like the most dazzling brilliance of the pearl before it ages.

At twilight, the bell of the Hanging Temple rang again, echoing in every corner of the peak.

Ning Que woke up, paid homage to the shadow on the stone wall, then got up and walked out of the cave to the green tree beside the cliff, looking calmly at the scenery of the Buddha country in front of him.

This old temple is the former residence of Liansheng. At that time Liansheng studied Buddhism in the Xuankong Temple. He spent several years in the cave, leaving a shadow, and also left the legend of the Buddha Zongshan gate guardian in the world.

In the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, he inherited the mantle of the little uncle, and inherited all of Liansheng.

Liansheng once said to him before he died: "You have become a demon. If you want to cultivate a demon, you must first cultivate a Buddha. Then please bravely walk into the night. Although you don't have any chance of success, you may die right after you hit the road, but I still bless you and curse you. "

Ning Que had forgotten these words a long time ago. Although he had followed Master Qishan in the Lanke Temple to cultivate Buddha, it was to cure Sangsang, and he had not actively studied the Dharma.

Until today, when he came to the Xuankong Temple and sat in front of the shadow on the stone wall for a day, he remembered that sentence and Liansheng's explanation, and he really made up this extremely important lesson.

On the day of facing the wall, Ning Que has gained a lot. Although there is no change on the surface, the realm of cultivation is still in the state of knowing fate, but he has planted a bodhi seed in his heart. Maybe when, that bodhi The son will sprout and break through the soil, open branches and leaves, and eventually become green, covering the eyes of the sky and the Buddha.

In the twilight bell, Sangsang returned to the cliff.

Ning Que said: "It looks like you still haven't found the Buddha."

Sangsang said: "You didn't find it either."

Ning Que said: "I simply forgot to find a senior."

Sangsang said: "What are you doing?"

Ning Que said: "I'm optimistic about it."

Sangsang said indifferently: "What is so beautiful about the Buddha's thoughts left by an old monk?

Ning Que walked up to her, inserted the little white flower in her hand into her temple, overjoyed and said: "It's so beautiful."

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(The second chapter is really good-looking. In other words, if Ning Que is a heart-thief, he really has potential.) (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!)