Nightfall Chapter 112: The morning bell is shocking, and the light of Buddha will come again
Ning Que asked: "What if I can't die?"
Jun Mo said: "That is my death."
He said that the clouds were light and the wind was clear, but Ning Que was thrilled to hear. After a long silence, he said again: "Brother, the Buddha may really be alive."
Jun Mo flatly did not believe him, Su Rong taught: "Fuzzy, the Buddha has already Nirvana, if he is still in the world, how can the teacher not know, how can she know Haotian?"
Ning Que sighed and said: "She really doesn't know the Buddha's life or death, otherwise, why did she come to the Xuankong Temple to visit?"
Jun Mo was silent for a moment, and said: "Then find it first, then talk about it."
The two returned to the small tent by the lake, Sangsang was sleeping.
It turns out that Haotian felt sleepy. Hearing the sound of footsteps, she opened her eyes and looked at Ning Que and said, "I will spare him his life, even if I have cut this fate."
Jun Mo said: "Before Qingxia, I said, why do I need God to spare my life?"
Ning Queyu said earnestly: "Chen Yuan didn't want you to cut it, but you can cut it if you want to cut it. Can you tell some truth?"
Sangsang sat up, looked at Jun Mo and said: "If you are reasonable, I don't understand. If the Buddha wants to kill me, it should be the thing that the academy wants to see most. Why are you standing by my side. "
She is Haotian. Since Jun Mo's expression knows his inclination, the reason why she doesn't mention Ning Que's position is because she is used to Ning Que's following.
Jun Mo said calmly: "Not ashamed."
Not ashamed is not ashamed to be with him.
Ning Que's answer was more direct, saying: "The college can't afford to lose that person."
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Leaving the lake and meadow in front of the cliff, Ning Que and Sangsang were walking around in the wilderness under the ground, trying to find traces of the Buddha still alive or already dead.
Sometimes when he was grilling fish by the lake, he would think about what the second brother is doing now, whether he is holding an iron sword to kill the nobles and monks and soldiers, or is arguing unreasonably with those living Buddhas.
In the long time that may even be decades in the future, Jun Mo will hold an iron sword and fight in this tragic world. The Buddhaland, which has been silent for countless years, will surely set off countless storms. The hanging temple enslaved millions of serfs. Maybe you start to tremble because of fear, right?
Thinking about those pictures, it is as cold-blooded as he also feels a little emotionally upset, and he can’t wait to join hands with his brother, but now he has more important things to do, even if he finishes the Buddha’s deal, then he finishes the Haotian deal Trading, he has to return to Chang'an to do the big sale in the world.
The journey of finding the Buddha continues. Ning Que and Sangsang walked through the vast wilderness at the bottom of the tiankeng, but they still did not find any clues, and the two became increasingly silent.
The unknown is disturbing, especially for people who know everything.
Tread all over the wilderness and come back again. After climbing the mountain, Sangsang walked back and forth in countless temples among the forest cliffs, meditating in front of those quiet and solemn Buddha statues, standing on the cliffside facing the sky in a silent daze.
In the West Peak, the main hall of the Discipline Academy, they stood among the towering old trees, listening to the sound of the board falling heavily on the monk, in the East Peak. They stand in the shadow of the cliffs. Watching the monk stomping on the ground.
In the Daxiong Hall on the summit, they saw the seven thoughts of meditation. In the thatched house behind the temple, I saw a thin old monk making porridge, and then saw an ancient bell.
The Hanging Temple between the peaks looks so quiet and peaceful, completely different from the world below the peaks. Looking at these pictures, Ning Que is very puzzled. The Buddhism claims to be compassionate, and they meditate on the peaks. Suffering under the peak, sitting on the peak thinking under the peak, how can you meditate, and how can you meditate?
In the Yellow Temple on the cliff below the peak, Ning Que saw an acquaintance, Master Huang Yang who had left Chang'an and returned to the Xuankong Temple to ask the Buddha again. At the time Sangsang was elsewhere, Huang Yang only saw it. he.
Master Huang Yang was a little surprised. Ning Que simply talked about the experience of this period. The master realized that so many things have happened in the world and said: "You should leave earlier."
Ning Que frowned slightly and asked, "What's going on in the Xuankong Temple?"
Master Huang Yang shook his head and said, "I don't know what's going on, so there should be something."
Master Huang Yang is the imperial younger brother of the Tang Dynasty, and his status in the duny world is extremely honorable. This makes him naturally respected in the Xuankong Temple. However, the worship in the temple is still the same, but there are no monks coming to visit him, giving people a feeling , Xuankong Temple seemed to be deliberately isolating him, which made him feel a little wary.
The moment he saw Ning Que, the master knew where it came from.
On the wasteland, Sangsang stepped on the first seat of the lecture into a solid ground, but the first seat was not dead. The Xuankong Temple knew the news of her and Ning Que's arrival, and it was not unexpected.
Ning Que is not worried, as Haotian is in his arms, who is the opponent.
Master Huang Yang knows what he thinks, but he has some different thoughts. He untied the rosary from his wrist and handed it to his hand. He said solemnly, "My Buddha is merciful, and there are also times when thunder is moving. "
Listening to the four words of my Buddha's compassion in the Xuankong Temple, Ning Que subconsciously felt a little uncomfortable. He walked to the stone steps in front of the temple, pointed to the cloud-covered world under the peak, and said, "Where is compassion?"
Master Huang Yang knew that he had been walking in the world below the peak for a long time, and said: "Countless years ago, the Buddha opened up the Buddha kingdom with great willingness. There were countless yellow temples between the peaks and countless sins. The disciples farm and graze here to provide for the monks and gain the influence of Dharma, hoping to wash away their sins."
Ning Que said: "It's all farts. Not to mention whether the mortals who were taken by the Buddha back here are really sinful, even if they are, he has his own law to deal with, he is just a practitioner, how qualified is he convicted? Those people are really sinful, even ten generations of wicked people. What are the sins of the offspring of these people? Why should they live in this ghost place for generations to come?"
Master Huang Yang has the Buddha in his heart, and he cannot agree with his accusation, but he also knows that the matter is indisputable. After a long silence, he said: "This life is the most bitter, the next life or the happiest."
Ning Que turned around on the stone steps, looked at the Buddha statue in the temple, and said: "No matter how happy the next life is, how can it be worth the suffering of countless generations? This Buddha you worship is really disgusting."
Master Huang Yang said: "Or it is wrong, but who dares to violate the rules laid down by the Buddha?"
Ning Que said: "What you want to cultivate in Buddhism is meditation. The monks sit on the peak and enjoy the offerings of the slaves. Can you really meditate? Can you really enter meditation?"
Master Huang Yang said: "The vast majority of monks in the temple have never been under the peak in their entire lives."
Ning Que said: "But they are not fools, they know exactly what the world is under the peak, and Xuankong Temple will also enter the world. Those monks and soldiers who go to the world. Or the strong like you and Qi Nian, will go out of the Tiankeng , You have to pass through the wilderness, how can there be no poor people in your eyes?"
Master Huang Yang said: "What you said is reasonable. The Xuankong Temple has been passed down for countless years. Naturally, there will be truly compassionate monks. Even if they violate the precepts of the Buddha, they want to make changes, but they have not made it. What makes those monks and great virtues feel at a loss is that when they try to make changes, those under the peak will become at a loss. Suffering seems to have become a dependency of their lives."
Ning Que said: "Faith is addiction. To get rid of it, pain is inevitable in the beginning, but how can you just let it go because of temporary pain?"
Master Huang Yang said: "But if the Buddha Kingdom starts to collapse, what can I do?"
Ning Que said: "These ghost places have collapsed, so why bother."
Master Huang Yang shook his head helplessly. I think you are an outsider. It is natural to think so, but the monks in the temple are disciples of the Buddha. How can one watch the destruction of the Buddha kingdom?
Ning Que said again: "If those eminent monks really have compassion, how can they be tolerated?"
Master Huang Yang said: "If you can't bear it, and can't control it, you can only leave."
Ning Que said, "So you left Xuankong Temple and returned to Chang'an."
Master Huang Yang said: "Yes, there are still many monks who leave Xuankong Temple like me. Master Qishan read all the Buddhist scriptures and enlightened all the Dharma when he was young, and was regarded as the first heir of the Xuankong Temple at that time, but the master I couldn't bear to see the suffering of the people under the peak, and finally broke through the mountain gate and went to Lanke Temple."
Ning Que looked at the golden Buddha statue in the temple, thinking of Master Qishan who had been overworked in the Washan Cave for a long time. He was silent for a long time, and said: "The heart that cannot bear is the heart of the Buddha." /
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Ning Que returned to the remote cliff, pulled out the ivy, and came to the tree in front of Liansheng's former residence.
He didn't know what kind of tree it was. He only remembered that when the tree came a few days ago, the whole tree had only one white flower, which was blown to his shoulder by the wind, and it was now inserted between Sangsang's hair.
Only a few days later, the tree was full of small white flowers, stamens spread out among the less dense green leaves, exuding a very refreshing floral fragrance, mixed with the breeze and drifting away.
Sangsang walked to him, as she said the other day, no matter where Ning Que is, she can easily find him, and she will never let her get lost.
The breeze blowing between the cliffs made the green leaves and white flowers tremble slightly. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the green leaves became thicker and the white flowers gradually withered, making the picture very magical.
Only the small white flower in the mulberry temple is still tender and fresh as ever.
The green leaves are getting thicker and the white flowers are wilting. It does not mean that it is desolate, but it may also be a bumper harvest, because the fruit only bears when the flowers fall, and within a short time, the trees are full of green pears.
Only then did Ning Que realize that the tree beside the cliff turned out to be a pear tree.
He stretched out his hand to pluck a green pear from the branch and found that the pear was much smaller than the common pears in the world. The surface of the pear was very light blue and smooth as jade, and it felt extremely sweet and juicy.
Ning Que has seen this kind of green pear, and Sangsang has also seen it. It was in the cave behind the Washan Buddha statue a few years ago. Master Qishan took out a green pear for Sangsang to eat, and then Sangsang divided it. Half of him.
This green pear is really delicious.
Ning Que looked at the green pear in his hand, hesitated, and even a little wary, because the last time he and Sangsang ate this green pear, he fell asleep and was taken into the Buddha's chessboard.
It would be fine if it was other times, but now he and Sangsang are in the Xuankong Temple.
Ning Que has been wondering why the monks in the Xuankong Temple are always so calm. Even if they can’t find Sangsang and themselves, they should be a little nervous. However, the countless temples between the peaks are still the same, chanting. The chanting, the entering concentration, the commandment hall is still punishing the monks, and the monks keep stomping the ground.
In the morning, the bell is still clear, and the Xuankong Temple is too peaceful.
What are the monks in the Hanging Temple waiting for? Waiting for the Favor that Buddhism pays attention to? The moment they are waiting for the fate to arrive? Where is that moment? Is it on this green pear?
Ning Que frowned slightly looking at the little green pear in his hand.
At this moment, a very melodious bell suddenly came from the top of the mountain.
Can you be pure?
Ning Que didn't think so. When the bell rang in his ears, his heart suddenly squeezed, as if being held firmly by an invisible hand, the next moment he would be crushed!
The sound of this bell can't be pure, it can only be alarming!
Ning Que paled instantly, and almost crushed the little green pear in his hand in pain.
Immediately afterwards, he puffed out a mouthful of red blood!
Her hand passing through the breeze between the cliffs, she did not know when to hold his hand.
That is Sangsang's hand.
An extremely pure and powerful divinity came from her hand, instantly occupying Ning Que's body and mind, repairing his broken heart at an unimaginable speed.
Ning Que got rid of the desperate situation and looked at the top of the mountain where the bell started, blood stained on the coat and blood on his face, and the lingering palpitations in his eyes could not disappear.
This melodious bell came from the Great Hall of the Great Heroes of the Xuankong Temple, from the ancient bell he and Sangsang had seen before, but how could he think that this bell was so terrifying!
As Hao Ran's Qi cultivation deepened, his body was as strong as steel, and ordinary swords and arrows could not break his skin, not to mention the heart in the body, which was even more enveloped by Hao Ran's atmosphere.
However, a bell in the Xuankong Temple broke his heart and almost killed him!
Feeling the warmth in my hand, Ning Que once again felt the so-called Sangsang in my hand, the world I feel.
No matter how terrifying the bell is, no matter how strong the Xuankong Temple is, as long as I hold Sangsang's hand tightly, then even if you cut me into countless sections, I can still live.
This is Ning Que's conclusion drawn by countless blood and tears in the Temple of Light and Youge. He is very confident.
Holding Sangsang's hand, he no longer feared, so he could listen to the bell carefully.
The bell is ringing between the cliffs and in countless temples, so far away.
Gradually, the sound of countless chants began to melt into the bell.
Countless monasteries, countless monks are chanting Buddhist scriptures, and countless chanting scriptures are mixed together, buzzing, and it is hard to hear which volume of Buddhist scripture they are reading.
Buddha temples in the world start the day with bells, which are morning bells.
The morning bell rang, and the monk woke up and began to read the scriptures religiously, which was the morning class.
When the Xuankong Temple woke up, the real Buddha country that the Buddha left in the world began to reveal its true face.
A Buddha light appeared on the cliff, covering the sangsang.
Ning Que looked at this scene, his body was cold, his heart seemed to have stopped beating.
Because he remembered a scene in the apse of Lanke Temple many years ago.
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(This chapter is four thousand, there are still today, but it is a little tired, writing will be slower.) (To be continued.)