"Since the sun and the moon correspond, there should be a moon."
"The sun and the moon rotate, and the light blends, so the moon should be at night."
"But there are countless tribulations, and there is no moon in the eternal night."
"This goes against the law of nature."
"When the night comes, the moon appears. The night in this sentence does not refer to every ordinary night, but the Everlasting Night."
"In the Everlasting Night, the moon appears in the Dharma Ending Age, and nature revives."
"Thus, the world has another way."
"In that case, it is better to wait for the long night. Why do things against the will of Heaven?"
"Is the sky also waiting for the arrival of the night?"
"Or is it afraid of the arrival of the night?"
"Is it afraid of the night itself, or the moon that comes with the night?"
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Buddha's handwriting was very ordinary, no different from that of a teacher in a village school in the Gushan Commandery. The sentences in the notebook were also very casual and easy to understand.
Ning Que read it carefully. The twilight fell on his face, gilding his eyebrows with a layer of golden luster, just like the golden statues of the venerables in the temple.
The "Ming" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane had always been in the Academy, casually placed by Eldest Brother on his waist. He had seen it twice, but always felt confused. Today, seeing the notebook left by Buddha, he finally believed something.
In Buddha's view, the Everlasting Night this time was different from the countless Everlasting Nights in the human world. Then he remembered that the Headmaster did not seem to believe in the Underworld Invasion, but he never denied the Everlasting Night would come. He even mentioned that a butcher and a drunkard had lived in the last Everlasting Night.
The biggest difference between the Everlasting Night this time and the past was probably the character "Ming", the character "Yue" in "Ming". It was something that had never been seen in the world, and even the Headmaster was confused about.
But why was there a moon recorded on the "Ming" Handscroll? There used to be a moon in this world countless years ago, but it disappeared mysteriously? Then, just as the Buddha predicted, he would reappear during the Everlasting Night this time?
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The twilight faded, and the night came. Ning Que left the meditation room and came to a hut outside the pagoda forest in the backyard of the Lanke Temple. He quietly listened to the sound of the stream behind the hut and pushed the door open.
Master Qishan was not surprised by his arrival. He smiled and said, "Did you find anything?"
Ning Que did not answer the question, but asked, "Isn't it said that Buddha's notes have been lost?"
Master Qishan said, "Notes that no one can understand are lost. I've been reading this notebook for nearly a hundred years, but I still can't understand it. I hope you can. "
After a moment of silence, Ning Que asked, "Master, why do you think I can understand it?"
Master Qishan looked at him meaningfully and said, "Because the Headmaster said in the letter that if there is one person in the world who can understand the Buddha's notes, that person should be you."
Ning Que had mixed feelings. He was a little shocked and a little confused.
Whether it was the Buddha who had read the "Ming" Handscroll countless years ago or the Great Divine Priest of Light who had brought the Tomes of Arcane out of the Zhishou Abbey a thousand years ago, or the Headmaster of the Academy, they all found it hard to understand the "Ming" Handscroll.
That was because no matter how intelligent a person was, when faced with something that had never appeared in their world and experience, they could not analyze it and could only guess. Ning Que was the only exception.
Ning Que knew that the Headmaster of the Academy had written a letter to Master Qishan, and Eldest Brother had also written a letter. He had originally thought that it was to mention Sangsang's illness and ask the Master to take care of her, but he did not know that there was another meaning.
Could it be that the Headmaster had guessed his origin?
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Master Qishan led Ning Que out of the cottage and into the forest.
The mountain stream flowed slowly in the pine forest. After the continuous autumn rain, the night sky cleared up and the starlight fell on the pine stream, scattering countless fine silver dust. It was very beautiful.
Looking at the night scene, Ning Que subconsciously thought of two lines of poetry.
The bright moon shone among the pines, and the clear spring flowed over the rocks.
He turned to look at the Master and asked, "Master, why did you pass on the Dharma to me?"
Master Qishan looked at him and sighed, "Because you have killed too many people and are too evil. It is not a good thing for you and others, so I want to use the Dharma to dispel the evil in your heart."
Ning Que said bitterly, "After leaving the City of Wei and returning to Chang 'an, I laughed and joked around. I thought that the smell of blood on my body had lessened and that no one would be able to see through my true cold-blooded self. I did not expect that I could not hide it from the Master."
Master Qishan looked at him and said with a little pity, "As I said on the mountain last night, I knew that the first half of your life was extremely hard, so I did not think that this was your responsibility. However, now that you have entered the human realm on behalf of the Academy, I have to consider for the world. In order to prevent the world from being flooded by you in the future, don't blame me for forcing you to learn Buddhism."
Ning Que gradually calmed down and said, "No one likes killing except madmen. I am not a madman, so I do not like it either. In the past, I killed because I would die if I did not kill. If I could still live without killing, that would be the best. I like it very much, how could I blame the Master? "
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Ning Que did not want Sangsang to be distracted from the Buddhist scriptures, nor did he want her to worry about him, so he did not tell her about the Buddha's notes. He walked into the back hall of the Lanke Temple, lit a copper lamp, and continued to read carefully.
In the dozen pages of the Buddha's notes, apart from the prophecy of the future, it also recorded some of his understanding of the world, and more importantly, his way of understanding the world, such as his views on darkness and light.
These words contained great wisdom, but it was a pity that when the Buddha wrote them on the paper, he did not deliberately write them, so they seemed a little short and casual, and it was difficult to form a system. Otherwise, Ning Que would have gained great benefits.
In addition, the notes also contained a few idle words that the Buddha occasionally left when he was in a mood. Through these idle words, Ning Que realized that the Buddhism Sect was not founded by the Buddha.
Before the Gautama Buddha, there were even more ancient Buddhas who had passed through the long Everlasting Night. But because the Gautama Buddha comprehended the most fundamental ideology of the present Buddhist Sect under the tree, the Gautama Buddha was honored as the earliest Buddha by the disciples of the Buddhist Sect today.
Ning Que remembered that the Headmaster had once described the method that the Buddha had comprehended as "shut up", and could not help but laugh.
Both the Headmaster and Second Brother had mocked the Buddhism Sect, but this only represented the temperament of the Academy itself, and did not mean that the Buddhism Sect could be ignored.
Being able to read the Buddha's notes was a great Lucky Chance that not everyone could have. Ning Que sighed with relief, but he was still a little unwilling. He did not know if the memory of reading in the old library was too deep, but looking at the ordinary handwriting left by the Buddha in the notes, he subconsciously used the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong.
At that time, he could not cultivate, but he wanted to see the words of the predecessors of the Academy, so he forced the method of breaking the characters. He was in a coma and vomited blood all the way. It finally proved that although it was useful, it was really not very useful.
After he could cultivate, especially after he entered the Seethrough Realm, the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong became even more useless for cultivation. It had disappeared from his life for a long time.
At this time, facing the Buddha's notes, he actually did not think that it would have any effect when he used the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong. It was just a futile attempt in front of a mountain of treasures, and he was unwilling to return empty-handed.
However, in the next moment, Ning Que found it hard to understand that his attempt seemed to have worked.
With a soft hum, his sense of perception suddenly opened.
The ink characters on the Buddha's notebook gradually floated in front of his eyes and then gradually dispersed, turning into densely packed individual strokes. Some of the strokes hung straight down like a Buddhist pestle, some were thicker, like a Buddhist bell, some were like a copper bowl in the hands of an ascetic monk, and some were like a Buddhist bell in a mountain pavilion.
These strokes floated away from the pages of the notes, into his eyes, and then into his sense of perception. They kept flying in his spiritual world, reconstructing an incomprehensible picture.
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Ning Que put down the Buddha's notes and looked to the side of the hall.
The Lanke Temple worshiped the stone statues of the Buddha. There were a dozen of them in the front of the temple, and four in the deepest back hall. He was looking at these four statues.
There were also stone statues of the Buddha in the Wanyan Tower Temple in Chang 'an and the White Tower Temple in Yuelun Kingdom. It was said that people with great wisdom could understand the true meaning of the Emblematic Gestures of Buddhism from these statues.
A few days ago, the powerhouse from the Sword Garret of South Jin Kingdom, Mr. Cheng, who had reached the Knowing Destiny State, had lamented in front of the stone statues of the Buddha in the side hall of the front temple. He could feel the wisdom within, but he could not understand it.
The stone statue on the rightmost side of the back hall had a ferocious face, and its eyes were wide open. The hands of the stone statue were exposed, and they seemed to be touching but not touching, forming a very complicated hand gesture. A majestic and stern aura gushed out from the stone statue's fingers.
Ning Que looked at the stone statue of the Buddha quietly for a long time. Then he raised his hands and began to imitate the hand gesture according to the hands of the statue.
The hands of the statue of the Buddha maintained a fixed posture. Ning Que was obviously imitating, but his hands did not stop moving in front of him. Instead, they moved slowly and gestured in front of him.
At this moment, there was a fragment of consciousness deep in his sense of perception that seemed to sense something. It lit up slightly and released a very thin psyche. Then it disappeared and calmed down.
Ning Que understood the true meaning of the posture of the hands of the statue of the Buddha, and his hands gradually stopped.
He placed one palm vertically in front of him, and the other horizontally behind him. His right index finger was slightly bent in the air, and his left index finger fell on the back of his right palm. It looked very strange and did not have any beauty.
This posture was not the same as that of the stone statue of the Buddha. There was not even the slightest similarity. However, at the moment when his left index finger fell on the back of his palm, a chilling aura that was almost identical to that of the stone statue appeared.
The dewdrop condensed from the Great Spirit in Ning Que's abdomen began to spin slowly, releasing streams of pure Great Spirit that were transported to all parts of his body through the seemingly invisible channels.
He cultivated the Great Spirit day and night diligently, so he was no stranger to the operation of the Great Spirit. However, he found that the operation of the Great Spirit at this time seemed to be very different from before.
The biggest difference was that the Great Spirit in his body was no longer as unruly as before. Instead, it became much more peaceful and gentle. Even the slightest wisp of Qi could be completely controlled by him as long as he moved his psyche.
After the Great Spirit ran three times in his body, Ning Que only felt comfortable all over. Many senses were so beautiful that he could not help but let out a satisfied sigh, which floated in the quiet night hall.
Then he looked at the next stone statue of the Buddha.
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