Coming to the cliff, Ning Que looked at the giant peak of the giant sinkhole and the temple between the peaks in silence. This was the second time he had seen the true face of Xuankong Temple, but he was still shocked.
The cliff was very steep, and it suddenly sank from the surface of the Wilderness, which was quite shocking. Ning Que left the Big Black Horse and the carriage on the ground and followed Sangsang down. He and Sangsang had been here before, but they turned away after a glance from a distance, not daring to go down. The situation now was naturally different from before.
Sangsang looked calm and walked slowly with her hands behind her back, like a snow lotus falling in the wind. But Ning Que, who was behind her, looked a little embarrassed.
It was noon, and the early autumn sunshine was bright enough to clearly illuminate the smooth cliff and the narrow path made of gravel. But the cliff was thousands of feet deep, and the further they went, the darker the light became, and the temperature gradually dropped. It was very cold, and there was even snow between the cliff stones, which was quite amazing.
They continued to walk in the cold world of ice and snow. After a long time, they finally walked out of the shadow cast by the Wilderness into the giant sinkhole, and came to the bright sunshine. There was a boundless field under the sunshine.
The field at the bottom of the sinkhole was very wide. Even with Ning Que's sharp eyesight, he could not clearly see the scene in the distance. There were all kinds of yurts scattered in the field. On the ground near the cliff, there were cold-resistant meadows. Cows and sheep with long fluffy hair were eating in the meadows.
Contrary to the process of walking down the cliff, the two of them walked toward the center of the giant sinkhole field. The temperature was getting higher and higher, as if it was going to warm spring from winter. The natural grass in the field was gradually replaced by artificially cultivated species, and the ears in the field kept swaying in the breeze to greet them.
Ning Que walked to the field and picked an ear. He rubbed the shell with his fingers and found that the grain inside was much smaller than the rice commonly seen in the Central Plains, and the grain fragrance was a little strange. He pulled one out and found that the root system of this plant was quite developed. He guessed that this was probably a special kind of rice, which could resist the cold by absorbing the warmth from the ground. Judging from the shape of the leaves, it probably had a relatively low demand for light.
This underground wilderness was far away from the human world, so the sunlight was not as abundant as it was on the surface. Fortunately, Haotian was always fair. The temperature of the soil in the wilderness was a little high, and the rivers flowing through it were different from the cold rivers in Ning Que's imagination. They were covered with a light mist like a hot spring.
This underground field was a completely new world for Ning Que. Of course, because of his poor background and the influence of the Academy, what he cared most about was food.
At this moment, a faint bell suddenly rang in the distance, and then a pious buzzing sound came from all directions in the field, attracting his attention.
He looked into the distance and vaguely saw countless people kneeling on the ground. He knew that they should be the farmers who worshiped the Xuankong Temple. They started chanting after hearing the bell.
The sound of the bell came from an even further distance, coming from the huge mountain peak in the middle of the vast wilderness. It was unknown which yellow temple or hall in the middle of the peak was the monk who was striking the bell.
Sangsang walked toward the mountain. Ning Que suddenly thought of something, but he missed it and could not remember it again. He shook his head regretfully and quickened his pace.
The mountain was very tall and majestic. He could feel the pressure from miles away, as if it was right in front of him, but in fact, the mountain was still in the sky.
Sangsang did not say anything and walked toward the mountain.
Although she and Ning Que did not deliberately, they still walked very fast. Even so, it still took them a long time to walk to the foot of the mountain. It was already dusk.
The world at dusk should be warm, but for the world in the giant sinkhole, there was only darkness and coldness. The setting sun in the west could not reach here at all. The vast field at the bottom of the pit and the entire mountain were shrouded in shadows. Only the highest peak was still in the twilight, like a candle flame.
Looking at the mountain road in the night, Ning Que quietly adjusted his breath and was ready for battle. Although Sangsang was unimaginably powerful, and even the Chief Monk of Scripture was just a stone under her feet, the Xuankong Temple on this mountain was, after all, the Unknown Place of Buddhism. It had been passed down for countless years and had a deep foundation. Who knew what kind of dangers were hidden in it?
Sangsang suddenly stopped and turned to look at the road they came from.
Ning Que felt a little strange. He followed her gaze and saw that the cliff they came down from at noon had become a scenery far away, and the snow between the cliffs had long been gone.
The cliffs around the giant sinkhole were very far from the bottom of the mountain. According to common thinking, the cliff should have become an inconspicuous black line, but it was still towering at this time.
The long cliff was too high. The mountain where the Xuankong Temple was located was higher than any mountain on the surface of the earth, but the peak was only level with the surface of the Wilderness. This meant that the cliff surrounding the giant sinkhole was as high as the mountain, and higher than any other mountain in the world.
Ning Que and Sangsang stood here and looked around. They felt that the giant sinkhole was a huge dry well, and the high cliff was the wall of the well. The people standing at the bottom of the well were blocked by the wall of the well.
The people living here had seen the round sky for generations, while the fields in the field were square and incomparably orderly. Was this the so-called round sky and square earth?
Ning Que looked at the scene in front of him and thought with some shock.
Sangsang couldn't help but feel shocked. She only made such a comment about this magical world created by Buddha.
"A frog in a well."
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The two did not continue to stay. They walked directly to the peak under the cover of the night. The mountain road hidden in the forest and flowers was not as steep as before, but it was long as if there was no end.
The big black horse and the horse carriage were left on the ground. Ning Que naturally carried all the things that could not be separated from him. At the moment when Sangsang boldly decided to come to the Xuankong Temple to confirm the life and death of Buddha, he had made clear his identity — he was a handyman, porter, cook, feet-washing technician, and bed warmer.
He had no objection to this. It was a couple's life, and someone had to take care of the outside and the inside. Since his wife had the ability to take care of the outside, why not he take care of the inside?
The heavy arrow case and iron cutlass, the big black umbrella, and the Buddha's chessboard were carefully packed into the luggage, which was now on his back.
The luggage was too heavy, and the mountain road between the peaks was so long. Even though he had cultivated the Great Spirit and was extremely strong, he still felt a little tired.
The mountain was too big, and there were too many yellow temples hidden in the forest. It was said that Yuelun Kingdom was a prosperous place for Buddhism, and there were 72 temples in Misty Rain. In an hour, he and Sangsang had already seen more than this number of temples. Since Sangsang was here to find someone, she naturally had to go to every temple. This meant that they had to walk a longer distance, which also meant that Ning Que had to walk a longer distance with the heavy luggage, and he was climbing a slope.
When they passed by each temple, Sangsang did not look carefully, so it was hard to tell what method she was using. When they walked to the edge of a cliff, Ning Que finally sat down on a stone.
"Let's rest for a while."
He wiped his sweat and said while panting, "I don't think it's a good idea to search blindly."
Sangsang was naturally not tired, but she felt a little tired and sleepy like she had been since they left Peach Mountain. She walked with her eyes closed most of the time, as if she was really sleeping. Of course, she did look like a blind person walking.
Listening to Ning Que's words, she said indifferently, "Do you want me to die so badly?"
Ning Que understood why she was so anxious to confirm whether Buddha was dead or alive. If Buddha was still alive, he would be the only existence in the world that could threaten her. She had to kill Buddha while she was still strong enough. Otherwise, she would be in great danger when she returned to the Divine Kingdom or became a mortal.
In this case, her words made sense. But he felt bored and said while covering his forehead, "Can you put it in another way? You have said it so many times, aren't you tired of it? Can you not seek death at the slightest provocation? Although we are husband and wife, you can't really treat yourself as an ordinary woman. "
Sangsang ignored him and said, "If I want to find someone, I will. Where is the person you are looking for?"
Ning Que came to Xuankong Temple mainly to accompany her, but also to find someone.
Outside the Academy, Seventh Sister had specifically told him to come here and see if that proud man was still as proud as he was now kneeling in front of the Buddha.
Along the way from the foot of the mountain, Sangsang had searched hundreds of yellow temples in the lower half of the mountain. But he just followed her and did not look like he was looking for someone.
He said, "Senior Brother will definitely not cultivate Buddhism here. Why waste your energy?"
Sangsang asked, "Why?"
Ning Que said with certainty, "Senior Brother is such a genius. Who in Xuankong Temple is qualified to teach him? He must be reading Buddhist scriptures in the temple on the peak. Why would he linger in these shabby temples at the foot of the mountain? "
Sangsang thought for a while and looked at him. She said, "Idiot."
Ning Que thought that his inference was so reasonable, but she did not think of it. How could she call him an idiot? Ke Haoran could not bear it, and neither could Aunt Xiao.
"How am I an idiot?" He asked angrily.
Sangsang ignored him and continued to walk up the mountain with her hands behind her.
Ning Que carried his heavy luggage and ran behind her. He kept asking himself how he was an idiot. She knew that her man liked to call others idiots. How could she call him an idiot for no reason?
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They searched all the way, but the temple was deserted at night.
They searched all the hundreds of yellow temples in the dozens of cliffs at the foot of the mountain, but still found nothing. Finally, they came to the top of the mountain, and the night had passed.
The new morning sun was still lying on the surface of the Wilderness. The morning light first illuminated the cliff in the west, and then the peak. It was like a candle wick that had been extinguished for a whole night was reignited. Then the light spread from the peak to the foot of the mountain at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bell rang and the Buddhist chants were heard. The Buddhist land was thus awakened.
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(Chapter One. P.S. I don't have time to revise it recently. If there are any rough parts, just blink and pretend you didn't see it. Sorry, keep writing.) (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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