Nightfall Chapter 121: Liaoyuan

A monk walked out of the temple. The monk was young, his complexion was dark, a little fat, and the distance between his eyes was a little far away. He looked a little stupid or naive, but his eyes were extremely clear.

The monk held a fat, steaming steamed bun in his hand, gnawing all the way, his face was full of joy, and he didn't see the way clearly, and hit Ning Que with one end.

"Ouch."

The monk rubbed the top of his head, brushing his fingers across the incense scar, his left hand was still holding the steamed bun tightly, his fingers were sunk into the soft steamed bun, his eyes were full of tears, and it seemed to be really painful.

The collision was because he didn't see the road and didn't care about Ning Que's affairs, but for some reason, Ning Que looked at the monk's foolish attitude, naturally pitying and apologizing.

The monk looked at Ning Que's face, suddenly stunned, forgetting the pain, and suddenly became happy, stretched the bun to his eyes, smiled and said, "I'll treat you to eat."

Ning Que felt so sudden and asked: "Why do you want me to eat?"

The monk said: "Because you are very similar to me, the master said I am a good person, then you are also a good person."

Ning Que looked at his silly appearance and wondered where he resembled you? Asked: "Who are you?"

The monk said, "My name is Qingbanzi."

Looking at his expression and the tone of his speech, Ning Que knew that this person was probably mentally underdeveloped, so he asked at random: "Where did Qingbanzi come from?"

The green board monk refused to answer, and raised the bun higher, almost touching his mouth.

Ning Que understood, took the steamed bun from his hand and took a bite.

The green board monk happily clapped his palms, took his hand to some place on the temple wall, pointed to the mossy stone steps outside a certain side door and said: "I'm here from here."

Ning Que looked at the stone steps and vaguely understood that this person was probably an abandoned baby, abandoned by his relatives. Throw it on the stone steps outside the White Pagoda Temple, and then be taken in by the monks in the temple, and grow up like this.

"Why do you say that I look a lot like you?" he asked curiously.

The Qingban monk pursed his lips, and said shyly: "Master said I am a fool, there is Su Hui, and the brothers in the temple also said I am foolish. You looked so foolish before, then you Naturally there is a root."

Ning Que thought, a generation of senior monk Liansheng was in his own consciousness. Of course he has the root of Hui, but... the monks in the monastery said that it is dementia. What does Su Hui have to do?

The green board monk is naive and naive, so Ning Que naturally wouldn't say that these things add to his troubles. This made him feel more troubled, allowing him to walk around the temple holding his hand.

The bells in the temple sounded far away, and Ning Que's mood became calmer. The strange feeling that had been produced by looking at the white pagoda and the water shadow on the lakeside gradually disappeared, which made him feel very comfortable.

In the meditation room in the side hall of the temple, the Qingban monk took out all the more than 300 Buddhist scriptures left by his master. Ning Que can watch it. It's like a child showing off his baby to his companions.

Ning Que couldn't bear to disappoint him, picking up a Buddhist scripture at random and starting to read, admiring two sentences from time to time, and the green board monk scratched his ears and cheeks. His face was full of joy, indescribably happy.

There is a true meaning in the scriptures, and Ning Que just echoed the praise casually before, after reading it in. I found that it was really interesting, and I was gradually immersed in it. Forgot to return.

When he woke up, the night was already deep outside the Piandian. He was very uneasy. He quickly got up, waking up the already asleep green board monk on the futon, and left the Baita Temple and walked back to the courtyard.

He was uneasy because he was greedy for reading Buddhist scriptures. He didn't know the passage of time, so he forgot to make dinner. Now, what would Sangsang, who regard eating and sleeping as the most important thing, think of himself?

Sangsang is not in the small courtyard, but under the trees by the stream outside the courtyard. Hearing Ning Que’s footsteps, she did not turn to look at him, but continued to look at the sky, the small white flowers in the temples were in the night breeze Trembling lightly.

Ning Que walked up to her and expressed my sincerest apologies for forgetting to make dinner today.

Sangsang was in a good mood, because she watched the sky for a whole day, and the sky was very beautiful. She had forgotten about eating, so she showed her tolerance to Ning Que.

That night, after having dinner in the courtyard, Ning Que talked about what he saw and heard at the White Pagoda Temple today, and mentioned the silly green board monk who was born stupid, and said, "Will you come to see me tomorrow? Look."

"Some new friends are always good."

Sangsang said like an ordinary housewife, but did not promise to accompany him to the White Pagoda Temple tomorrow, because she wanted to stay in the courtyard and watch the sky. She was so innocent and she couldn't see enough.

In the following days, apart from accompany her to wander around the city, Ning Que spent a lot of time staying in the White Pagoda Temple, saying something unknown to the Qingban monk, listening to the bells and reading the Buddhist scriptures, feeling quite Quiet, sometimes I bring some vegetarian food from the temple back to Sangsang, but Sangsang doesn't like it very much.

Sangsang is still lethargic, and when she wakes up, she will watch the sky. From early morning to sunset, under a tree by the stream, she quietly looks at the sky. She thinks the sky is beautiful, but also feels this sky is a bit strange.

One day, Ning Que said that the sky can also be seen in the White Pagoda Temple. Sangsang felt that it made sense, so he followed him to the White Pagoda Temple. Fortunately, although he didn't like the Su Zhai and the monks in the temple, he felt that The lake is very beautiful, and the sky reflected in the lake is beautiful again, so she began to sit by the lake and watch the sky.

The days continue like this. In the morning bell and dusk, Ning Que and Sangsang watch the lake, the sky, and the Buddhist scriptures. Their hearts are calm and peaceful, joy and tranquility, time is slowly passing by, and the age is gradually unknown.

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The bright bells reverberate among the peaks of the majestic peaks and hundreds of temples. I don’t know how many monks have been awakened. Compared with the melodious and quiet bells of the Xuankong Temple, today’s bells seem so strong. Even faintly with some anxiety, because these bells are warning signs.

The ringing of the bells carried countless messages and pointed out the direction. More than a hundred monks and soldiers walked out of the yellow temple of Xifeng, rushed towards the bottom of the peak, changed to horses at the foot of the mountain, turned into a cloud of smoke, and moved along the mountain road at high speed. Some sort of driving away from the gloomy underground wilderness, the monk's clothes fluttered and the momentum was shocking.

The underground wilderness is vast and infinite. In the past countless years, it has always seemed so silent and quiet. However, today, somewhere in the wilderness has already shook the sky, there is smoke and dust everywhere, and the sound of shouting and roaring can be heard everywhere. , The sound of the weapon's impact, and the sound of pitying chants in it, seemed strange.

The former Buddha country. It has become a battlefield. The once pious believer has long become a bloodthirsty Shura. However, if it is a sin to kill, it has always been a Shura field.

More than a hundred monks and soldiers armed with iron rods came to the periphery of this **** and brutal battlefield. They slowly stopped, the mounts gradually divided, and four monks wearing hats came out.

The monk headed by him has a simple face. The expression is firm, even the shadow of the hat can not hide the tranquil Zen in his eyes, it is the Buddha's walking seven thoughts.

The other three monks wearing hats are very old. They are all elders from the precepts of Xuankong Temple.

Qinian quietly looked at the battlefield with the sound of killing sound, but his eyes passed through the smoke and dust raised by the horseshoe, and fell on that cliff far away, there were people on the cliff, and he was responsible for the world under the cliff.

The nobles of dozens of tribes armed united, after dozens of days of desperate fighting, the slaves finally stopped in front of the meadow next to this abandoned gold field. The Xuankong Temple sent powerful monks and soldiers. Logically speaking, the victory or defeat of the war has lost the suspense, but Qi Nian is still a little uneasy. Because he always felt that that person would not admit failure so easily.

The serf rebellion in the underground plains has been going on for a year.

At the very beginning, this rebellion was just a riot by the shepherds of a poor tribe by the cliff, killing more than ten people. The tribe tried to suppress it forcefully, and even invited a monk who was sent off to the mountain by the precepts hall. Unexpectedly, the noble armed forces of the tribe were all killed in the suppression, and the monk did not survive.

The Hanging Temple still doesn’t care much. It has ruled the underground world for countless generations. The monks in the temple have long been accustomed to it. After a few years, the descendants of sinners will forget the Buddha’s mercy and try ungratefully to obtain what they are not qualified to get. Treatment, but no matter how fierce the sinners were at the beginning, in the end, only a few monks need to be sent to suppress it, and it can also prove to the believers that the mountain is powerful. Why not?

But this serf rebellion is very different from countless rebellions in the past. The nobles assembled two hundred cavalry to suppress the sinner composed of more than a hundred sick and weak shepherds. They still did not succeed. So they assembled more troops but still failed. Later, the nobles dispatched a thousand cavalry. Even a dedicated slave hunter was hired, but he still couldn't succeed.

The encirclement and suppression of those insurgents has never stopped, but not only has it been unsuccessful, it has even made the ranks of insurgents bigger and bigger, and several ascetic monks from the wandering side also died in the battle.

The underground world began to circulate news of this rebel army, and the legend that the rebel army found a way to the real bliss, the innate desire for freedom, the innate hatred of suffering and inequality, let this The rebels have more and more sympathizers, and some people even begin to respond.

It is very similar to the rebellion of the cliffside tribes. Other tribal rebellions in the underground world are often initiated by shepherds. Those who live between heaven and earth, accompanied by cattle and sheep, and move relatively freely, desire freedom. The strongest, and the strongest resistance to exploitation.

More and more people participated in the rebellion, the wilderness of the underground world became more and more chaotic, and the maintenance of the order of the Buddha country for thousands of years began to be threatened, especially as more wandering monks were rebels Killed, the Xuankong Temple can no longer watch as calmly as before.

The monks in the Hanging Temple are practitioners. For the serfs in the underground plains, they are the living Buddhas who once worshipped. The appearance of these monks is the most deadly to the rebellious serfs, both in spirit and strength. Blow.

In a short period of time, most of the rebellions in the underground world were suppressed.

However, once something begins, it’s hard to end. Some thoughts are hard to extinguish once they are generated. Some bonfires are hard to extinguish once they are lit. The fire of this rebellion in the meadow seems to be about to go. Was crushed, but under those weeds, who knows how many sparks are hidden?

A few months later, dozens of large and small rebellions took place in the underground world. After the monks of the Hanging Temple suppressed one place, they had to rush to another place. They were tired and helpless. , Whenever they suppressed a place not long after, there will be a new rebellion.

This is a single spark, which can start a prairie fire.

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(Something has happened, and some are affected. Today's five chapters are bound to be finished, but please be considerate. There is no time and energy to modify it, it may be rough.)