(Today's monthly ticket, tomorrow's monthly ticket, November's monthly ticket, all the monthly tickets you have this year, please give them to me. Keep muttering …)
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The stone statues in the temple were originally painted with gold lacquer. After many years, the gold lacquer peeled off, revealing the stone inside. Under the dim light, they looked merciful yet terrifying.
Ning Que looked at one statue of the Venerable and then another. He was so focused that he forgot himself and did not feel thirsty or sleepy at all. His hands kept moving in front of him.
He did not stop until he finished looking at all four statues of the Venerable. He picked up the futon and sat down in front of the temple sill. Facing the night sky, he closed his eyes and began to ponder quietly.
Unknowingly, a night had passed. The autumn rain fell on the old temple again, rushing out the thin mist and making the eaves of the temple shine clearly in the morning light.
The clear and long bell of the main hall of the front temple spread to the distant back hall.
Ning Que opened his eyes. His eyes were crystal clear and then gradually returned to normal.
Looking at the gradually falling autumn rain outside the sill, he raised his right arm and casually stretched it forward.
The autumn wind blew in front of the temple and the rain fell restlessly. Suddenly, a huge blank space appeared in the heavy rain. There was not a single drop of rain in that space, which looked extremely dry.
If one looked carefully, the blank space in the autumn rain was exactly in the shape of a palm.
After a long time, the aura that lingered in front of the temple gradually faded. The slanting autumn rain that did not dare to fall drifted into the range of the invisible palm print, and everything returned to normal.
Ning Que did not understand what he had learned and gained during the night until now. Looking at the heavy autumn rain outside the temple, he could not help but feel a little agitated.
"Fearlessness, Dhyana, Exorcism, Mindfulness … I did not expect that you could understand the Four Emblematic Gestures of Buddhism in one night."
Master Qishan's weak but surprised voice came from outside the temple.
Ning Que turned around and bowed to the Grandmaster, making a deep bow.
He had many things to thank him for. Last night, he had been meditating in the temple, and the master had guarded him outside the temple for the whole night. Such loving care deserved his sincere bow.
Master Qishan looked at Ning Que and sighed.
No matter how deep one's affinity with Buddhism was, or how high one's comprehension ability was, it was impossible for one to comprehend the profound meaning of the Four Great Buddhist Hand Incantations in one night. This was because the Buddhist Hand Incantations were not Buddhist Dharma, and Buddhist cultivators could not bypass them and open up their perception.
However, the Perceptive Barrier did not seem to have any effect on Ning Que.
Master Qishan could feel the aura of Junior Brother Lotus in Ning Que's body. It was much fainter than yesterday, and he understood the real reason why he could surpass the Knowledge Barrier.
Because Lotus had already overcome these barriers in the past.
Master Qishan looked at Ning Que and thought sadly, Younger Brother, you are constantly leaving this world. Is this how you continue to exist in this world?
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Envoys from various countries had already arrived at the Wa Mountain. They were discussing the Desolate Man's invasion in the front temple and had meetings all day long. In the middle temple, cultivators were discussing what they had seen and heard in the Wa Mountain a few days ago. They recalled the scene of that day with awe and excitement. At the same time, they guessed if any bigwigs would come to the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival in a few days.
Ning Que and Sangsang naturally did not care about these things, even though they were invited to attend the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival. They read Buddhist scriptures and looked at Buddha statues in the back temple of the Lanke Temple. They followed Master Qishan to visit the Buddhist Dharma in the halls. Their lives were unusually peaceful, and even their states of mind had become much more tranquil.
He still asked Master Qishan about the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival. After all, this was the grandest festival in the human world. It had a strange origin, and there was a legend about the Light of Buddha suppressing the Underworld, so he was very curious.
"How could the Buddhism Sect have the ability to suppress the Underworld? In the beginning, they only prayed that the night would not come. Later, it gradually evolved into a gathering of the strongest cultivators in the cultivation world to discuss how to deal with it. However, after countless years, the night never came. The legend of the Underworld Invasion became a real legend. Who would still care about it?"
Master Qishan smiled and said, "The Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival is held every year, but the time of the cultivators' gathering is not fixed. Even though it has lost its original purpose, the Buddhism Sect does not want to lose the opportunity to show itself."
"The Yuelun Kingdom is known as the Seventy-Two Temples of Misty Rain, and only the famous ones. If we count the ordinary temples, I am afraid there are more than a thousand of them. Moreover, it is adjacent to the Western Wilderness, much closer to the Xuankong Temple. Why didn't the Buddhism Sect hold the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival in the Yuelun Kingdom, such as the White Tower Temple?"
Ning Que asked in confusion.
Master Qishan asked, "Do you know where the first big temple that the Xuankong Temple built in the world was?"
Ning Que shook his head.
Master Qishan pointed at the eaves under the railings and said, "It is here."
Ning Que was slightly surprised. What was the reason?
Master Qishan knew what he was thinking and explained, "Because it is the closest to the Xuankong Temple."
Ning Que thought that the Xuankong Temple was far away in the depths of the Western Wilderness, while the Lanke Temple was located in the southeast. The coastline could be seen from the top of the Tile Mountain. The distance between the two places was obviously the furthest in the world. Why did the master say that it was the closest?
Master Qishan smiled and said, "It is said that when the Buddha traveled to the southeast, when his disciple was playing chess in the mountains, he suddenly sensed it and pointed to the foot of the mountain from the peak. That was the location of the Lanke Temple. The reason for this is that the Lanke Temple that we are in now has some kind of connection with the Xuankong Temple."
Ning Que still did not understand the deep meaning hidden in these six words.
Master Qishan turned around and pointed to the back of the hall. He said, "It is said that many years ago, the Buddha comprehended the supreme Dharma of unhindered passage through space. He built a simple stone tower there, allowing monks to directly reach the Western Pure Land."
Ning Que said in shock, "I have only heard that the Tang military and the West-Hill Divine Palace have some special and powerful talisman arrays that can transmit simple information. I have never heard of any array that can transmit people far away. Isn't this the legendary Limitless State?"
Master Qishan said, "There is no Tianqi in the Buddhism Sect. Naturally, there is no Limitless State. However, with the Buddha's omnipotent ability, it is not too hard to imagine that he could create such an item."
Ning Que thought of the adventure that he and Sangsang had on the Buddha's chessboard and the Buddha's notes that had not left him these days. He believed it more and asked nervously, "What about the array now?"
Master Qishan smiled bitterly and said, "No matter how romantic he was, he would always be blown away by the wind and rain. No matter how powerful Buddha was, after thousands of years, the mana he left behind would have long disappeared. The simple stone pagoda in the legend would have long turned into ashes. The monks in the temple later built a Buddhist hall on the rumored location of the stone pagoda, which is the back hall. Not to mention traces of the past, not even a trace of Buddha can be found."
Ning Que could not help but feel a little emotional when he heard this.
In the face of time, only death could be eternal.
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The entire Tile Mountain belonged to the Lanke Temple. Although the Buddhism Sect did not expand the temple to include the mountain, the area of the temple was extremely wide. It would take at least half an hour to walk from the square in front of the temple to the Buddha hall in the back of the temple. One could imagine the size of the temple.
The ancient temple was divided into three parts: the front, the middle, and the back. In the front temple, besides the majestic main gate and the square in front of the temple, there were two extremely imposing Buddha halls. The middle temple was relatively small, with nearly ten Buddha halls scattered around. The back temple was the smallest and the most secluded, with only one back hall.
The autumn rain continued, and the monks in the temple were busy preparing for the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival. The diplomatic corps of various countries were still having heated or intense discussions, and the cultivators were still competing with each other. The front temple was solemn and tense, while the middle temple was lively with sword shadows.
Only the back temple was still quiet. Ning Que would occasionally take Sangsang for a walk in the halls of the middle temple when he had free time to study Buddhism. They walked in the drizzling autumn rain with big black umbrellas and listened to the voices in the halls. They smiled and did not speak. No one noticed their existence, as long as they did not want to be noticed.
They also went to the front temple and stood in the pavilion under the autumn trees, watching the dance of the House of Red Sleeves in the courtyard outside the temple. Those young and beautiful girls were sweating and their clothes were swaying, which was very pleasing to the eye.
Looking at Xiaocao on the stage from afar, who was directing and reprimanding with a clear voice, she looked a bit like Mistress Jian. Sangsang could not help but laugh.
Although the dance of the House of Red Sleeves was not as gorgeous as Nichang's, it was more auspicious like the Goddess of the Buddhism Sect. It should be very successful.
Ning Que and Sangsang just stood in the pavilion and watched from afar. They did not intend to meet the dance group of the House of Red Sleeves. He did not go to the Tang Empire's diplomatic corps either. The Western General Xian Zhilang had expressed his request for a meeting through the monks in the temple, but he really did not want to be disturbed by worldly affairs.
When Master Qishan was preaching the Buddhist scriptures, he once said that Buddhism was a way of looking at the world and a way of learning. But most importantly, it was an attitude towards life.
His attitude towards life was teased by the Headmaster of the Academy for keeping his mouth shut, ridiculed by Lotus for pretending to be a turtle, and ridiculed by Second Brother for pretending to be dead. However, the unique calmness and self-control of the Buddhism Sect had its own charm.
Now that Sangsang was recovering from her illness and Ning Que had learned Buddhism, he was naturally in a peaceful state of mind. In retrospect, the few days in the Lanke Temple in the autumn of the 16th year of the Tianqi era were the most peaceful and joyful period of his life. However, it was then that he realized that this peaceful and joyful period was just a sad comfort.
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On the first day of the Yue Laan Hungry Ghost Festival.
Tourists from all over the world came one after another. The small town in front of the Tile Mountain was extremely lively, and the square in front of the Lanke Temple was even more crowded. No one knew how many pairs of shoes had been trampled on. If it were not for the monks and the soldiers sent by the local government to maintain order, there would be no way to perform in the square and the ceremony would not have been able to proceed.
All the countries in the Central Plains had sent their audience groups and performing guests. The parade of floats attracted waves of cheers. The dance group of the House of Red Sleeves from Chang 'an City easily received the most applause and cheers.
After that, there was a ceremony led by the abbot of the Lanke Temple to pray for the world. Then, there was a divine priest from the Divine Hall who presided over the worship to Heaven. Countless believers knelt on the ground, and the scene was extremely solemn.
Ning Que and Sangsang did not join in the fun. They stood on the railing of the back temple and looked down at the bustling scene at the foot of the mountain. Looking at this scene, he could not help but laugh and said, "Can they mix and match like this?"
After the ceremony, the girls of the House of Red Sleeves began to dance.
The applause and cheers in front of the temple suddenly broke through the sky.
A few senior monks in the Lanke Temple looked at the beautiful and solemn girls dancing on the stage. They did not know if it was because they thought of the story from many years ago, but their eyes became wet.
Ning Que looked at the front of the temple and said with emotion, "After decades, the old temple can finally see the dance of the flower-scattering goddess again. Fortunately, Lian Sheng is dead. I think the Lanke Temple will be able to get through this peacefully." If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it and vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation. "
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