Nightfall Chapter 134: Shadows and Bells

The wheelchair is not big, but the viewer is very spacious while sitting inside, because he is very thin now, even if he is wrapped in a blanket, he can’t take up much space, just like a great person after death, he only uses a box It can be installed, of course, we cannot use this to deny the greatness before life.

He quietly looked at the gray sky. The sky fell in his eyes, and it was slightly dim. It was no longer as high-spirited as he entered Chang'an City. He is now a candle in the wind, living his last dying years.

If you don’t think about the issues of good, evil, morality, or the future of mankind, the master is of course a great man, even if he has become a useless man now, what he has to do in his dying years is still a great thing.

Putting Haotian in his own planning, who dares to say that this is not great?

Long Qing responded in a low voice and was silent for a long time. He couldn't help but ask: "What if?"

The master said: "Nothing in case."

He is the most remarkable figure of the Taoist School in the past thousand years. He is the most devout Haotian believer. Even if he is calculating Haotian, he is still like this. He will never doubt that Haotian is omnipotent.

"No one can kill Haotian, Master cannot, and Buddha naturally cannot."

Long Qing looked at the gray sky and said, "But the Buddha put Haotian into that chessboard."

The master said: "On that chessboard is the Buddha's bliss. Although I saw the Buddha's Nirvana, I know what Nirvana is, and I know what he wants to do. It's just in vain."

Long Qing said: "The disciple is puzzled."

The watcher said: "Haotian knows everything and is omnipotent. Even if she thinks she doesn’t know, she still knows that the sky is not counted. There is also Tianxin. Her Tianxin is located on the chessboard. In time, she wants to go, otherwise why would she look for the traces of the Buddha in the world?"

Long Qing asked: "Why did Haotian look for that chessboard?"

Guardian said: "Because that chessboard allows her to return to the kingdom of God."

Long Qing said: "The disciple still doesn't understand."

The Guanzhu said: "Don't say you don't understand, or she doesn't understand it herself."

Long Qing frowned slightly and said, "But teacher, you understand."

"Because Haotian gave me instructions."

The master pointed to the gloomy sky and said: "It's not that the Taoist wants to count Haotian, and it's not that I want to kill Haotian by the Buddha's game, but Haotian himself wants to go back."

Long Qing was silent for a long time. He understood what the Lord meant, even if the Buddha killed Haotian on the chessboard, it only meant helping Haotian to restore the purest rules.

It's just...is this really her own idea? Or the idea of ​​Haotian in the kingdom of God? What is the relationship between her and Haotian in the kingdom of God, who is the real Haotian?

"It's all Haotian." The master said.

"If the Buddha is really on the chessboard, suppressing Haotian forever, even occupying it, that is, if she does not kill her or let her come out, how can she return to the kingdom of God?"

Long Qing said: "The first lecturer said a year ago that there is only Buddha's fate and no providence."

Hearing what he said, the viewer couldn't help but laugh. The smile was very joyful and innocent, like a child stealing gifts in a tree house, and even shed tears.

"Except Haotian herself...Where is there such a thing as eternity? She either died in it, and thus returned to the kingdom of God, or came out alive, or returned to the kingdom of God."

The master took the handkerchief that Long Qing handed over, wiped the tears from his face, and said with a smile: "Who can trap the sky? How can the sky be trapped? Even if it can escape the sky, what Have you escaped Tianxin? Even if you can escape this Fangtian, how can you escape that Fangtian? Even Haotian can't escape her own mind, let alone master or **** Buddha, it's ridiculous. "

Long Qing still didn't understand. If Haotian died on the chessboard, or could become a rule to return to the kingdom of God, why is the Lord so sure that even if she comes out alive, she will return to the kingdom of God?

The viewer felt a little cold and raised his skinny right hand.

The middle-aged Taoist was behind the wheelchair and had not spoken. At this time, he pushed the wheelchair and walked into the stone house.

The master left a statement to Long Qing, then closed his eyes wearily, and began to calm down.

"Tell Xiong Chumo to start preparing."

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The morning bell and the evening drum, spring flowers and autumn fruits, kimchi and rice, black crow and creek, Buddhist scriptures and sky, lake and white pagoda, time and space, seem to be flowing, but also still.

After reading hundreds of Buddhist scriptures, Ning Que began to read the notes left by the previous generations of monks. With the sound of bells, he practiced silently. The Dharma gradually deepened, and his mind was naturally tranquil like a well without water marks.

Sangsang is still looking at the sky, sometimes in the small courtyard, sometimes by the lake, sometimes at the messy sky in the stream, and sometimes at the quiet sky in the lake.

One morning, Ning Que came to the White Pagoda Temple after cooking breakfast, and went to the meditation room to read the scriptures after talking some gossip with the demented monk named Qingban Sang as usual.

Looking at a wonderful place in the Buddhist scriptures, he felt joy and harmony in his heart, and he felt that the Zen heart was transparent. Hearing the bells from the temple in the distance, he seemed to forget all his troubles and sorrows.

Suddenly, he saw a shadow appearing on the wall. It was a figure left on the wall by the candlelight falling on him. The shadow was sitting cross-legged, as if practicing.

Only then did he realize that the sky outside the window was dark and it was late at night. He couldn't help but sigh in secret that the Dharma is really wonderful. Reading the Buddhist scriptures can forget the passage of time and naturally can forget the sorrow and suffering.

Sangsang did not come with him to the White Pagoda Temple today, thinking that she was still at home waiting for her to go home to make dinner, Ning Que packed up the Buddhist scriptures on the table, blew out the candles, and was about to leave.

Just as he crossed the threshold, he suddenly withdrew his steps.

He stood in the sill and was silent for a long time, sweat gradually oozing from his forehead.

He wants to look back, but he dare not look back. There is a very strong feeling in his heart. As long as he looks back, terrible things will happen and the good life will be gone forever.

He struggled for a long time, and finally turned around.

Because he is very curious, for humans, this is the emotion that can best overcome fear.

Ning Que saw the shadow on the wall again.

He didn't read the Buddhist scriptures at the table. The candles on the table had been extinguished. The stars above the temple were covered by clouds, and it was dark, but...the shadow was still there.

This is not his shadow, then whose shadow is.

Ning Que looked at the shadow, was silent again for a long time, and then walked to the wall.

His steps are heavy and his expression is heavy.

Walking to the wall, he silently observed for a long time, and even reached out to touch it, and found that there was nothing strange about this shadow, it was a pure shadow, which could only be seen but could not be touched.

The shadow is the shadow of the tree, the sundial is the shadow of the sun, and the shadow is the shadow of the mountain. Whose shadow is this? How could there be a single existence in the world?

Ning Que thought for a while, and sat cross-legged in front of this shadow.

Until he sat down cross-legged, he realized that this was his shadow, because it was exactly the same.

Before he sat at the desk and saw the shadow cross-legged, as if he was cultivating Buddha, but he didn't pay attention.

He suddenly remembered that he had seen a shadow on the rock wall deep in the cliff cave of Xuankong Temple.

That is the shadow of Master Lotus.

Is it true that you have reached the realm of Liansheng when you cultivate yourself to achieve great success?

Ning Que was a little surprised. He sat on a lotus in the Sea of ​​Knowledge, made a big mudra, and started to practice Buddha.

He was a little worried that this shadow would fade away gradually, so he wanted to strengthen it.

Only in an instant, he entered the state of meditation where things are forgotten.

However, to his shock, the shadow on the wall suddenly struggled!

The shadow no longer crosses his knees, stands up on the wall, raises his arms, and pushes toward the top of his head, as if to support something extremely heavy, no, this shadow seems to be breaking through the sky!

The sky was too heavy, and the shadow failed to succeed. He began to hold his head and twisted his body, twisting into various strange shapes, which seemed extremely painful.

The shadow continued to struggle, like a black flame, burning continuously on the white wall, spreading out flames, like dancing a weird dance, let the world dance with it!

Ning Que stared at the painful and struggling shadow. For some reason, he could feel the pain of the other party. What made him feel cold was that from the shadow’s struggle, he felt a deep sense of unwillingness and anger. Unwillingness and anger are so desperate, and the whole world will cry in despair.

A strong bitterness hit the eyebrows, and Ning Que burst into tears.

At this moment, a bell rang in the White Pagoda Temple.

The evening class should be over long ago. Why is there a bell ringing in the temple?

The bell is so melodious, it can clear the heart and calm the mind.

Listening to the bell, Ning Que gradually calmed down.

The shadow on the wall also calmed down, but it was only an instant, the shadow struggled again, and because of the bell, it became more crazy and violent!

A loud hum!

It wasn't the bell in the temple, but the voice in Ning Que's head. He felt like someone in his head was holding a sharp axe, slashing at his skull!

An indescribable extreme pain spread from the top of his head to his body. His face was pale and his lips trembled. It was so painful that he couldn't make a sound!

The bell in the temple stopped and it was quiet.

The bells in Ning Que's mind continued, and the giant axe was still scratching his skull, as if it was about to split his head. In pain, he held his head and rolled on the ground!

What is going on here?

Because of the intense pain, his sweat soaked through his clothes, his mind was a little tranced, and he didn't realize that in the deepest part of his sea of ​​consciousness, a few fragments of consciousness became extremely bright, as if about to explode.

The only remaining consciousness he has is to find the person who swung the axe in his head, he wants to kill that person, and he wants to get rid of this terrible pain!

He climbed up to the wall with difficulty, looked at the frantically struggling shadow, drew out the iron knife, and chopped it down with all his strength. He knew all this must be related to this shadow, and he was going to hack him!

The iron knife fell on the wall, smoke and dust rose, stone bricks flew around, but the shadow was still there, still in front of his eyes.

At this moment, a bell suddenly rang in the sky above the night temple.

The bell fell into the meditation room, on his body, and on his heart.

This bell is another great axe.

Someone hacked with an axe in his head.

Someone slashed with an axe in the sky.

He curled up in the corner, his face pale, his eyes scattered and painful, as if he would die at any time.

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