Ning Que woke up before the sun rose.
He opened his eyes and looked at the spiders weaving webs on the beams of the meditation room. He was silent for a long time. It was a good thing that Sangsang might be cured. However, he felt that it was not that simple. The three games of chess on Wa Mountain, especially the illusion he and Sangsang saw in the chessboard, made him wary of the Buddhist chariot.
What alarmed him the most was the Buddhist chariot. He could not understand why the Xuankong Temple, an Unknown Place that rarely stepped into the mortal world, would suddenly send such a bigwig to Wa Mountain.
The cultivators came to attend the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival and did not leave after last night. Quni Madi and the others, as well as the president of the Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple, were resting in the Lanke Temple.
Ning Que decided to keep a distance from these people, especially the high monk of the Xuankong Temple, before Sangsang was cured. His dangerous hunting life in Min Mountain had made him develop an instinctive habit. If you could not determine where the danger was in the forest, it was the best choice not to enter the forest.
Faint footsteps came from outside the meditation room.
Ning Que looked at Sangsang, who was sleeping soundly. He got up, put on his clothes, and quietly walked out of the meditation room.
At this time, the morning light was gradually rising. The ancient temple looked exceptionally beautiful in the autumn fog.
Master Qishan, who was wearing a thick cotton coat, stood by the stone railing outside the meditation room. He seemed to be a little afraid of the cold. He looked at the palaces and pagodas and said, "I haven't seen it for decades. Nothing has changed."
The high monk of the Buddhism Sect had lived in seclusion on Wa Mountain for half his life. He had not left the mountain for decades, especially after the bloody conspiracy of Lotus. At this moment, seeing the familiar and strange temple, he could not help but sigh.
Ning Que walked to the master and looked at the front hall that was faintly discernible in the autumn fog. He said, "Sangsang spent at least decades in that chessboard yesterday. Although she did not say it, I know it was very painful."
Master Qishan said, "She is not an ordinary person, so it will not be as painful as you think."
Ning Que asked, "Was that chessboard really left by Buddha? What did the world that Sangsang and I saw on the chessboard yesterday mean? "
Master Qishan said, "The chessboard is indeed a relic of the Buddha. As for the world in the chessboard, you can understand it as an illusion created by the Buddha's supreme power, or a possible future."
Hearing the word "future", Ning Que was silent for a long time and asked, "Is that the future of Sangsang and me?"
Master Qishan looked into the distance in the fog and said, "The future that can be seen is no longer the future."
Ning Que asked, "Is it possible to change the future?"
Master Qishan looked into Ning Que's eyes and said kindly, "Since it is a possible future, then there is a corresponding impossibility. Since it has never been confirmed, why can't it be changed?"
Ning Que seemed to understand something and said, "Master, it is said that you have the ability to predict the future, so you can guide people to turn misfortunes into blessings and solve their doubts. Does this ability come from that chessboard?"
Master Qishan laughed and said, "Buddha may be able to see what will happen many years later, but how can a mortal like me have such an ability? And even if you have this ability like Buddha, when you see the future, your gaze will fall on the future, and the future will be affected by your gaze. Then, how can the future that you haven't seen be exactly the same as the future that you have seen? "
Ning Que said, "It sounds a bit complicated."
Master Qishan did not give any further explanation. He continued, "So if someone wants to predict the mysteries of heaven and see the future, such as Li Qingshan, the Nation Master of the Tang Empire, or me, who used to be ignorant and fearless, or the Great Divine Priest of Revelation, they can only look at the chaotic world in the future from a distance in fear."
"Because that is the only way that the illusory gazes of mortals like us will not affect the big chaotic world too much, but will be swallowed up by the chaotic world in the future."
Master Qishan sighed and said, "But if we try to see the world in the future more carefully and clearly, not only will the future we see become more false, but we will also suffer more from the wrath of Heaven. I heard that the Great Divine Priest of Revelation went to Chang 'an last spring and took a look at Sangsang in the Old Brush Pen Shop. He saw that she would return to the West-Hill Divine Palace in three years. He was almost blinded by this. "
Ning Que was slightly stunned. It was not until today that he knew that the Great Divine Priest of Revelation had tried to see Sangsang's future in the Old Brush Pen Shop, and had paid such a heavy price.
"No wonder the Great Divine Priest of Revelation agreed to my three-year promise."
He suddenly thought of something and frowned. "Although the future he saw might not be the real future, the Great Divine Priest of Revelation spent so much effort to confirm that Sangsang would appear in the West-Hill Divine Palace in three years. So he couldn't have been wrong about this."
Master Qishan sighed and said, "Because of some reasons, I have some doubts about the future he saw. But as you said, I have to believe what he saw. So I am very confused."
What kind of future could the Great Divine Priest of Revelation and Master Qishan not see through? Where would Sangsang's future be, and what would it be like?
Ning Que patted the railing in front of him and looked at the heavy autumn fog in front of the temple. He said, "I still don't understand."
Looking into the future was to pry into the mysteries of heaven. Not to mention him, even the Great Divine Priest of Revelation, Master Qishan, and the Nation Master Li Qingshan, who were famous for being able to foresee the future, did not dare to say that they could understand the truth.
But it did not matter to Ning Que whether he understood or not. Since the Great Divine Priest of Revelation had confirmed that Sangsang would appear in the West-Hill in three years, it meant that her illness could be cured.
As long as Sangsang was still alive, any future could be accepted.
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The morning bell in the Autumn Temple rang.
After a simple breakfast, the monks in the Lanke Temple began their morning classes. Sangsang, who was a little sleepy because of her illness, was also carried out of bed by Ning Que and the class began.
Sangsang's classroom was the back hall in the depths of the Lanke Temple.
It was too much to use such a majestic golden palace as a classroom for a single person.
Other than the special status of Ning Que and Sangsang, the Lanke Temple gave them such treatment because Master Qishan, who taught Sangsang Dharma, was the ancestor of this ancient temple.
Master Qishan said casually, and even if he wanted to empty the entire Lanke Temple, not to mention the back hall, the monks in the Lanke Temple would not dare to have any objections.
The monks in the back hall of the Lanke Temple had already received strict orders to not step into the hall. Other than a few monks of high seniority waiting outside the hall to do chores, there was no one inside or outside the hall. It was extremely quiet.
Master Qishan's calm and wise voice could be heard from time to time in the hall.
Sangsang's voice was not heard. She was just listening carefully and learning.
In the corridor outside the hall, Ning Que looked at the gradually dispersing autumn fog and listened to the essence of Dharma behind him. He was calm.
Master Qishan did not say that he could not listen with them, but he was a disciple of the Academy after all. Last night in the cave, it could be said that it was an urgent matter. Since today was the official start of the lesson, it would be too inappropriate for him to listen to the teachings of the Buddhism Sect that were not taught to outsiders. Moreover, because of Second Brother, he had no interest in Dharma.
Time passed slowly, and the Dharma lesson in the hall temporarily came to an end. Sangsang sat on the futon and tried to meditate with her eyes closed. At the same time, she recalled the contents of the morning class.
Master Qishan walked out of the hall.
It was almost noon, but the autumn clouds covered the sky. The sky was dark, and occasionally there would be a few drops of cold rain. The temperature outside the hall was a little low, and the master coughed a few times because of the chill.
Ning Que gave the master a cup of hot tea to warm his chest and abdomen.
Master Qishan took a sip of the hot tea and put the teacup on the steps in front of him. He looked at Ning Que with a smile and said, "Your attitude towards me is better than others. Your attitude today is better than last night."
Ning Que laughed and said, "I am a very realistic person, and even a little snobbish. I hope you don't mind."
The master shook his head with a smile and said, "Sometimes, honesty does not necessarily change people's impression of you. However, I believe that before you became a disciple of the Headmaster, you were also realistic, but you were definitely more careful than you are now."
Ning Que said, "It was not until I entered the Wilderness and found that the waist token of the Second floor of the Academy could scare so many people that I realized that I could live a life that was not so careful."
Master Qishan nodded and said, "With the Headmaster behind you, there is indeed no one in this world who is qualified to let you live like before."
Ning Que said, "Sometimes I also wonder if I am too arrogant."
The master said, "Another way of saying arrogance is to be quick to repay kindness and hatred. Evaluation has nothing to do with means. Although you were tough at the foot of the mountain yesterday, compared to Mr. Ke … you were as honest as a rabbit."
Ning Que said, "I don't want to be the second Youngest Uncle, so I still think that bullying the weak and fearing the strong is more interesting than fighting the world alone."
Master Qishan looked at him and said pitifully, "I know that you had a hard childhood and even encountered the most difficult things in the world. That is why you have developed your current temperament. However, since you have entered the Academy, you have the Headmaster's teachings and the companionship of your peers. You should change."
After a moment of silence, Ning Que said, "The Academy has changed me a lot. I like this change, so I am grateful to the Academy. But it will be a long process."
Master Qishan said kindly, "I may not be able to see what kind of person you will become in the end, but I look forward to it."
Ning Que was slightly moved and asked, "Master, what kind of person do you want me to be the most?"
Master Qishan did not answer his question directly. His sad and sorrowful gaze passed through the rain and landed on the square in front of the Lanke Temple.
"Decades ago, Junior Brother Lotus massacred Lanke. It was there that he ate a human for the first time."
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(This is the first chapter. I can still write. Although it is hard, please don't wait. The next chapter will probably be written in the wee hours of the morning … I am really tired. Please sleep first. I will continue to write.) (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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