That was the first rain after the drought in Hebei Province. The rain was very cold. When Ning Que found the baby girl under the pile of corpses, she was blue and purple all over and was about to die from hunger and cold. Since that rain, Ning Que had been hiding many psychological shadows in his heart. As Sangsang was seriously ill and on the verge of death, the shadows became heavier and heavier and he hid them deeper and deeper.
As time went by, Sangsang's illness became less and less frequent. Although the military doctor in the stronghold could not completely cure the cold Qi in her body, he still prescribed some symptomatic medicine. Other than making sure that she was accompanied by liquor and doing housework, Ning Que had almost forgotten about this matter.
Especially after Sangsang began to cultivate the Divine Skills of West-Hill Taoism, the cold aura in her body was like the thin snow in spring. Ning Que had thought that she had completely recovered. However, who would have thought that Sangsang would suddenly fall ill again, and this time, it was even more dangerous than when she was a child.
The shadow hidden in the depths of Ning Que's heart rose again. During the journey, he thought hard and worried. Even the Headmaster could not cure Sangsang's illness. Could the Lanke Temple really cure her? Was Sangsang's illness really just an illness, or was there destined to be a cold future waiting for the two of them?
Because of these psychological shadows, Ning Que had never discussed that with Sangsang since she was very young. At this time, Sangsang seemed to want to say something, but he did not want to hear it.
But he did not want to hear it. Sangsang wanted to say it.
"Young master, do you know why I have been staring at you recently?"
For some reason, Sangsang began to call him young master again.
Ning Que smiled and said, "Because I am good-looking."
Sangsang said, "You are not the old Prince Long Qing. You are not worth being stared at."
Ning Que was slightly angry and said, "I said not to mention this."
Sangsang knew that he was pretending to be angry to hide something. She said softly, "You know the reason."
Ning Que knew the reason, but he did not want to say it. At this time, he looked like a little boy in a fit of pique. He was stubborn, naive, childish, easily angered, and even cried easily.
At this time, Sangsang was like a gentle and sensible big sister. She looked at him quietly and said in a gentle voice, "I am worried that I will never see you again after I die."
Ning Que's body trembled slightly when he finally heard the word from her mouth.
Looking at the grave in front of them, Sangsang curiously asked, "Where do people go after they die? Whether I turn into ashes or rot, I'm sealed by the stone bricks. But is that still me? "
Ning Que did not want her to stay in this kind of mood for a long time, because this kind of mood or thinking was very unhealthy for a seriously ill person. He wanted to change the topic, but he could not.
"Some say that death is nothingness. Some say that after death, one will go to the Netherworld."
"I'd rather go to the Netherworld."
Sangsang looked at him and said seriously, "The Underworld sounds terrible, but I can wait for you there."
Looking at her pale face, Ning Que untied his coat and put it on her shoulders. He said in a low voice, "People in the Underworld will forget what happened in this world. You won't remember me then, so don't go."
"What does death feel like?"
Sangsang looked at him and asked. There was no sadness or fear on her face, only curiosity, just like a child.
She was very thin and small. Wearing Ning Que's coat, she indeed looked like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes to wear. It looked a little funny, but it also showed a rare sense of cuteness.
"Your face is a little pale from the cold. Hurry up and go back." Ning Que said.
At this time, although it was late autumn, it was not very cold around the Lanke Temple. Sangsang's little face was a little pale, but it was not because of the cold, but because of the cold aura in her body.
Sangsang was very clear about this. She stretched out her hands in front of Ning Que.
Ning Que was startled. He thought of many years ago, when Sangsang was still a little girl and sometimes acted like a spoiled child. He felt a pain in his heart and blew a few warm breaths into her palms.
Sangsang took back her slightly warm hands and touched both sides of her cheeks. She said with some regret, "Young master, you always said that I was an ugly girl. I know that I was indeed born black. You always said that whiteness can cover all ugliness, so I always wanted to make myself whiter. After coming to Chang 'an, I spent so much money to buy cosmetics from Chenjinji Cosmetics Store, but it was all in vain. Now that I'm really white, I can't make you happy."
Ning Que hugged her tighter and said, "No matter if you are black or white, as long as you can be as greedy and fierce as before, you can make young master happy."
Hearing this, Sangsang smiled happily, revealing two white teeth. She looked like a small animal in the forest of Min Mountain. She was very cute.
Now Sangsang was especially cute, often cute.
That was because she used to think that there was no need to play cute in front of Ning Que, and she didn't need to play cute in front of others. But now she wanted Ning Que to think that she was cute.
"You haven't answered my previous question."
"What question?"
"What does death feel like?"
"I've never died. How would I know? Do you want me to dig Youngest Aunt out from the grave and let her tell you?"
Ning Que made a tasteless joke and then realized that it was really not funny. He looked down at a dead autumn insect in the grass under his feet. After a long silence, he said, "Actually, I do know … Death is a very uncomfortable thing, so don't die."
Sangsang looked at him and said seriously, "Yes, I will try not to die."
Ning Que touched her head and said, "Let's work hard together."
In the misty forest, a drop of water suddenly fell, followed by several drops of water. The water drops were very small, even as fine as powder. They fell on his face and eyes, making them a little wet.
Ning Que said, "Let's go back."
Sangsang shook her head and said, "I still want to walk around."
Ning Que said, "Your body can't stand the rain now."
Sangsang untied the big black umbrella from her back and said, "It's hard even if I want to."
Ning Que smiled and opened the big black umbrella. He held her hand and walked to the front hall of the Lanke Temple.
In the morning, it began to rain in the Lanke Temple. The mist gradually dissipated, and the looming eaves and pagodas in the mist became clear. The Buddhist land had returned to the human world.
Ning Que looked at the ancient temple in the light autumn rain and saw a Buddha statue on the top of the mountain behind the temple.
The material used to carve the Buddha statue should be some kind of precious white hard stone. The carving was simple but smooth. At this time, the rain fell on the peaceful face of the Buddha statue, like tears, adding a bit of pity.
Even at such a distance, the face of the Buddha statue could still be seen clearly. One could imagine how huge the Buddha statue was. When the believers looked up at it from the foot of the mountain, it was easy to feel a sense of worship.
He pointed to the giant Buddha at the top of the mountain and said, "It is said that this is the Buddha who founded the Buddhism Sect."
Sangsang looked at him and asked, "Do you want to worship it? If you don't go up the mountain, you can worship it from afar. "
"The Buddha is a human, and so am I. The Buddha has read the" Ming "Handscroll, and so have I. Why should I worship him?"
There were faint sounds of people and wheels coming from the main hall. It was still early in the morning, and the Lanke Temple did not receive visitors. So they must be official envoys or representatives of cultivation sects staying in the temple like Ning Que.
Ning Que did not pay attention to these people and said, "Of course, if the Buddha can really show his spirit and cure your illness, why don't I worship him for three days and three nights after that?"
Suddenly, a voice came from the main hall.
"You need to be sincere to ask the Buddha to cure you. Do you think the Buddha is a doctor that you can find anywhere? If you are not sincere enough, even if the Buddha can cure your wife's illness, he will not cure her. "
A few luxurious carriages came from the main hall of the Lanke Temple. The voice that was full of blame and arrogance came from one of the carriages.
Ning Que had thought that only the people from the Yuelun Kingdom who believed in Buddhism would say something like that. However, when his gaze fell on the luxurious carriages, he was surprised to find that they were from the South Jin Kingdom.
Even though it was raining in autumn, it was still a little arrogant to drive a carriage in the quiet ancient temple. Since they were staying in the temple, they must not be ordinary people.
Looking at the carriages, Ning Que thought that if the people in the carriages were not from the South Jin Kingdom, they must be disciples of the Sword Garret. No matter who they were, they were not people he wanted to see now.
The carriage that had made the sound stopped not far from Ning Que and Sangsang. The curtains were lifted, revealing a pale but handsome young face.
The young man looked at Ning Que and said unhappily, "In a Buddhist temple, you should worship the Buddha. If you don't even know this, I don't know why the monks in the temple let you stay."
Ning Que asked, "Do you know me?"
The young man said mockingly, "Do I need to know you?"
Ning Que said, "I thought you recognized me, so you deliberately said this for me to hear. Then you sincerely apologized to me and finally achieved your goal of getting to know me."
Hearing this, the young man was stunned for a while before he understood what Ning Que wanted to say. He asked in disbelief, "You mean I deliberately approached you?"
Ning Que smiled and said, "Recently, many people have indeed thought of many strange ways to get to know me. I thought you deliberately flirted with me with the same idea, but I didn't expect that to be the case."
His calm words hid a very mean sense of ridicule.
Ning Que had been feeling uneasy since Sangsang's illness. After the battle in the Red Lotus Temple, he was even more depressed because of those very strange things. Although the joy of breaking through the Knowing Destiny State was slightly alleviated, he still needed a channel or an outlet to vent.
At this moment, he saw the carriages and heard the sound coming from the carriage.
The young man was furious. He pointed at Ning Que through the window and scolded coldly, "Who do you think you are!"
Hearing this, Ning Que was very happy. He tilted his head and clamped the big black umbrella on his shoulder. Then, he began to roll up his sleeves.
At this moment, a hand appeared from the window and forcefully pulled the young man back.
Ning Que felt very disappointed. He thought to himself, "Who is so boring and insensible?"
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(If you don't drink too much tonight, I will write some more. But I guess it will be too high. But, okay, forget what I said. Let me die!) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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