It was quiet at the peak of Tile Mountain.
Silver starlight shone on the mountain, as if it was gilding the huge stone Buddha with a faint and merciful luster. A few strands of clouds floated past the Buddha statue, and faint nocturnal bird cries could be heard.
The Buddhist chariot stopped outside the cave. It was illuminated by the starlight, and the Buddhist mantras embroidered on the curtains seemed to be shining. As the night wind blew, the Buddhist mantras seemed to come alive, looking even more solemn and beautiful.
Quni Madi walked to the Buddhist chariot and said something in a low voice. The monk in the chariot seemed to shake his head. Quni Madi led the sadhu of the White Tower Temple down the mountain. The Flower Addict was among them.
The cultivators who came out of the cave were either confused or excited. It took them a long time to digest Master Qishan's words and wake up. They kowtowed to the depths of the cave, then to the Buddhist chariot, then to the black horse carriage, and then to the foot of the mountain.
The cultivators gradually left, disappearing into the night of Tile Mountain. Just like a game of chess, the black and white chess pieces were all picked up, leaving only a clean chessboard.
Mo Shanshan walked to the black horse carriage and said, "Bring Sangsang in. I live in the Lanke Temple and need to go down the mountain. I won't wait for you."
Ning Que said, "Do you want to go down the mountain together?"
Mo Shanshan said, "It's enough to go up the mountain together. There's no need to go down together."
After saying this, she floated away.
Ning Que was silent for a while and stopped thinking about it. He helped Sangsang out of the black horse carriage and looked at the lonely Buddhist chariot outside the hut. He frowned and walked into the cave.
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Master Qishan stretched out two fingers and placed them on Sangsang's wrist.
The Master had been ill for a long time and was weak. His fingers were as thin as dry branches.
Sangsang had been ill for a long time and was weak. Her wrist was as thin as a reed.
Occasionally, the night wind would leak into the cave and shake the oil lamp. The Master felt cold and could not help but cough violently. His body trembled and spread from his fingers to Sangsang's wrist. Sangsang could not help but cough too.
Looking at this scene, Ning Que wanted to laugh, but he also felt sad.
Master Qishan and Sangsang were in a better mood. They looked at each other and laughed.
"Such a cold aura, as if it came from the abyss."
Master Qishan's fingers slowly left Sangsang's wrist and he sighed.
Ning Que looked at Grandmaster, his expression unreadable, only his tightly clenched fists showing how nervous he was.
Master Qishan ignored him. He looked at Sangsang and said lovingly, "When the cold aura breaks out, it must be extremely painful. I don't know how you survived for so many years, especially when you were young."
Sangsang glanced at Ning Que.
Ning Que thought of Sangsang's illness when she was young. Even though it had been more than ten years, he still felt cold all over. He shook his head and drove those images out of his mind.
"Master, how can I get rid of this cold Yin Qi?"
Ning Que did not ask what this cold Yin Qi was because it was meaningless. It had already existed in Sangsang's body for so many years. He did not ask the Master if he could get rid of this cold Yin Qi, but directly asked for the method. If he wanted to cure Sangsang's illness, he had to get rid of this cold Yin Qi. Since Master Qishan said that he could cure Sangsang's illness, there must be a way.
Master Qishan shook his head slowly and said, "I don't know where this cold Yin Qi came from, but it went deep. It has accompanied Sangsang for sixteen years, and it has long penetrated into her bones and flesh. It is difficult to separate. If not for the Academy's excellent medicine, her cultivation of Divine Skills from the Great Divine Priest of Light, and the fact that you asked the Great Divine Priest of Judgment to suppress it forcefully, she would not have survived until now. How can it be so easy to get rid of?"
Ning Que said, "Even the most poisonous things in the world have a corresponding antidote. I don't understand. Since it is a cold Yin Qi, why can't it be neutralized with a pure Yang Qi?"
Master Qishan said, "I understand what you mean. In the past few years, this cold Yin Qi has been suppressed by the Haotian Divine Light. But when the Haotian Divine Light entered Sangsang's body, the cold Yin Qi would hide in the abyss again, deep into her bones and flesh. If we want to get rid of the cold Yin Qi hidden in the deepest part of her bones and flesh, we need to remove all of her bones and flesh. "
Ning Que thought that this was not a world of legends, after all. How could he remove her flesh and bones and then rebuild her body with lotuses and lotus roots? He frowned and said, "The Haotian Divine Light is the purest fire in the world. Even if the cold Yin Qi can hide in the depths of her bones, it should not be able to escape."
Master Qishan looked at Sangsang and sighed. "This is from Sangsang's body."
Ning Que's expression turned serious. He said, "Please enlighten me, Master."
Master Qishan raised his arm and pointed at Sangsang. He said, "She is transparent."
Sangsang was stunned. She remembered that her teacher had said the same thing when he first entered the Old Brush Pen Shop.
Ning Que did not understand what the master meant.
Master Qishan said, "Why did the Great Divine Priest of Light choose Sangsang as his successor? It is because of her special physique that she is transparent without any impurities. That is why the Haotian Divine Light can pass through her body without any obstruction or loss. That is why she can contain infinite Divine Light, the purest kind. "
Ning Que said nervously, "Isn't this a good thing?"
"It is a good thing and a bad thing … If there is no cold Yin Qi in her body and only light."
Master Qishan looked at Sangsang quietly and said, "The Buddhism Sect often says that a flower is a world. You are the flower called the Boundless World. You are transparent and infinite. Those who can contain all the light can also contain all the darkness."
Ning Que vaguely understood what the master meant.
Cultivators paid attention to their innate talent. For example, when they first got enlightenment, they saw a lake, a stream, or a pond. Some people like Liu Bai could see a surging river, but Sangsang did not need to see at all. She was a world.
That world was huge and almost infinite. That was why no matter how much Haotian Divine Light was poured into her body, it could not completely occupy every corner of this space. The cold Yin Qi could always find its own abyss and wait for the moment to see the light of day again.
"Then what should we do?"
Ning Que's voice trembled slightly. He finally understood why even his teacher could not do anything about Sangsang's illness. He could not help but feel a little desperate. He could not think of any other way.
Master Qishan looked at him and asked calmly, "Are you willing to let Sangsang follow me to Buddhism?"
Ning Que was slightly shocked. He did not understand why the master suddenly mentioned this.
Sangsang did not understand either. She was very worried about Ning Que's reaction.
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