When the Buddha land woke up, countless monks in the yellow temples also woke up. But as the saying goes, "As long as Sangsang is in my hand, I am in the human world." Ning Que was not worried about being found by the Xuankong Temple, so he continued to look around like last night.
He would go into every yellow temple and carefully observe if there was any trace of his Senior Brother. It was a time-consuming thing, so it was Sangsang's turn to feel troubled.
On a cliff platform covered by ivy, she turned to Ning Que and asked, "Are you looking for Jun Mo?"
Ning Que said, "Of course, I can't help you find Buddha."
Sangsang said, "Idiot."
After saying this, she continued to walk forward on the cliff platform. Ning Que was stunned. He was not as angry as last night, but confused. Why did she say he was an idiot?
As the indigo dress moved forward, the ivy separated and Sangsang walked by. Ning Que quickened his pace to catch up with her before the ivy swung back. Then he found that the cliff platform was a little strange.
There was an unknown tree on the edge of the cliff with a green canopy, which was very quiet. There was a very small temple behind the pine tree. The yellow paint had long peeled off and the stone steps were covered with dust. It seemed that no one had been here for many years.
Along the way from the foot of the peak, all the temples were either magnificent or sacred. Ning Que and Sangsang had never seen such a dilapidated temple, which was very strange.
What made Ning Que even more strange was that he felt a faint familiar aura from the dilapidated temple. He and Sangsang had practiced Buddhism in the Lanke Temple, so they could sense the supreme Buddha nature in the aura.
The trace of Buddha nature was very pure and compassionate, and very powerful, even more powerful than the Buddha nature they felt in the temples last night. How could a temple with such pure Buddha nature be so dilapidated? How could the monks in the Xuankong Temple forget this temple? Who used to live in this shabby temple?
Was this the place Sangsang was looking for? Could it be that the Buddha was hiding here?
Standing under the tree on the edge of the cliff, Ning Que looked at the dilapidated temple and suddenly felt a little cold. He subconsciously leaned to Sangsang and asked, "Is it here?"
Sangsang looked a little serious, but she did not say anything and walked directly into the temple.
The temple door was pushed open with a squeak. When the cobwebs were about to fall, a breeze blew and swept to the endless abyss under the cliff.
After entering, Ning Que found that it was a fake temple. Standing on the cliff platform, he could only see the front of the temple. There was not even a Zen temple inside, but only a dusty corridor.
The corridor led straight to the cliff, and there was a deep cave on the wall.
Ning Que became more and more nervous, but Sangsang remained calm. She walked directly into the cave and looked around with her hands clasped behind her back, showing a touch of annoyance on her face.
The cave was quiet and dry. The furnishings inside were extremely simple, even simpler than the cliff cave where Ning Que had secluded himself in the back mountain of the Academy. There was only a futon.
The futon was lying in front of the deepest cave wall, covered with dust. The futon was covered with. The futon was covered with dust. The futon was in was in a.
There was a shadow on the stone wall opposite the futon. Looking closely, one could find that the shadow was a human figure, and the cloud edge of the kasaya could be vaguely seen on the edge.
A long time ago, there was a monk who meditated here and faced the wall. He sat there for countless years and even left his figure on the stone wall. Which eminent monk was he?
Ning Que was very shocked.
Sangsang did not care who the eminent monk was. She took a look and knew that the person was not the Buddha she was looking for, so she was a little annoyed.
"You are too slow. Don't follow me."
After saying this, she walked out of the cave.
Ning Que looked at her back and said, "I also want to find someone."
Sangsang did not look back and said, "Idiot."
Ning Que did not want to be angry and said, "Even if I am an idiot, I still want to find someone. What if we get lost?"
Sangsang said, "I can find you."
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After Sangsang left, there was only Ning Que in the cave. He looked at the shadow on the stone wall and shook his head. He was ready to leave, but he slowly stopped at the entrance of the cave.
Previously, under the tree on the cliff plateau, he felt that the aura from the ruined temple was very familiar. Now in the cave, this feeling became more and more obvious. He even felt that he had seen the shadow on the stone wall somewhere.
Ning Que thought for a while and turned back to the depth of the cave. He looked at the shadow on the stone wall and thought for a long time. Then he felt a little tired and sat on the ground.
He forgot that the futon in front of the stone wall was so old that it could not stand people sitting on it. As soon as his body touched the futon, it scattered into countless cattail grass and floated everywhere.
"What the hell is this?"
Ning Que looked at the cattail grass on the ground and shook his head helplessly. He reached out and gathered all the loose grass together. Then he took out a needle and thread from his luggage and began to sew skillfully.
It did not take long for him to mend the futon. He tried to make sure that the futon would not be damaged again. Then he stuffed it under his buttocks and continued to look at the shadow on the stone wall.
The shadow on the stone wall was imprinted by the Buddha nature of the previous generation of eminent monks. It was indeed a very magical Dharma. If it was in the temples of the human world, it would definitely be worshiped by countless believers of the Buddhism Sect. But what did it have to do with him?
Ning Que did not know why the shadow on the stone wall was so attractive to him. His eyes fell on it and he did not want to look away. He always felt that there were countless mysteries waiting for him to discover.
He was tired of standing, so he sat down. After sitting and watching for a long time, he was also a little tired, so he hugged his knees and rested his head on them. After a while, he changed his posture again. He rested his chin on his hand and looked at the stone wall quietly. He was like a child in the countryside watching a social play, watching it with relish.
During the process of looking at the wall, Ning Que did not sit cross-legged, did not sit on the lotus seat, did not make the Emblematic Gesture, and did not meditate. He looked very casual and seemed to be in a daze.
But in fact, he sat on the lotus in his sense of perception and made the Emblematic Gesture. The Dharma that he had seen in the Lanke Temple and learned from Master Qishan kept floating in his mind, but he did not meditate.
After a long time, Sangsang returned to the dark cave. She had gone to the Three Halls of the Xuankong Temple for a long time, but still did not find that person.
Seeing Ning Que in a daze, her eyes slightly brightened, but she did not say anything. She turned around and walked out of the cave again. This time, she went to the Commandment Yard on the West Peak.
There were countless towering ancient trees in the West Peak, but there was still no trace of Buddha. Her expression became more and more serious. She stood on the twisted roots of the ancient trees that protruded out of the cliff, looking at the sun in the sky silently.
If Heaven's calculation could not be calculated, then there was no mystery of Heaven. Then where should the heart of Heaven fall?
Sangsang returned to the remote cliff platform again, walked into the dilapidated temple, and came behind Ning Que.
Ning Que was still in a daze while looking at the shadow on the stone wall.
Sangsang left again. This time, she went to the East Peak full of rugged rocks, but still found nothing. She stood among the rocks and looked at the sun in the sky silently.
She returned to the old temple cave again.
Ning Que was still facing the wall.
She left again.
And came back again.
She had done this countless times.
Although she was Haotian, she felt a little tired and puzzled. Heaven's calculation could not be calculated and the mystery of Heaven could not be seen. Why did the heart of Heaven always fall on this guy's side?
Could it be that she could not leave him?
Thinking of this possibility, Sangsang looked at Ning Que's back with infinite hatred and irritation in her eyes. She wanted to kill him and then suppress him to the deepest part of the earth.
But she could not kill him after all. She still wanted to be herself. So she could only wave her sleeves and leave the cave again to continue her search.
Ning Que did not know that Sangsang had once wanted to kill him, and he almost died. He was still looking at the shadow on the stone wall with his chin in his hand. His expression kept changing, sometimes solemn, and sometimes silly.
A day passed like this. When the sun set, a white flower bloomed on the unknown green tree by the cliff. It only bloomed for a moment, then left the branch and fell to the ground.
The white flower fell on the cliff and touched the dust. It was blown up by the breeze outside the cliff, as if it was slowly lifted by a pair of invisible hands. It floated into the dilapidated temple door, drifted to the stone wall in the cave, and gently fell on Ning Que's shoulder.
Ning Que reached out to pick the small white flower off his shoulder. He gently pinched the delicate flower handle with his fingers, looked at the shadow on the stone wall, and said with a smile, "So you used to learn Buddhism here."
With this sentence, the pieces of consciousness in the deepest part of his sense of perception, which had been sleeping for many years, suddenly lit up and then gradually faded, like the most dazzling brilliance of an old pearl.
At dusk, the bell of Xuankong Temple rang again, echoing in every corner of the peak.
Ning Que woke up and bowed to the shadow on the stone wall. Then he got up and walked out of the cave to the green tree by the cliff. He calmly looked at the scenery of the Buddha land in front of him.
This old temple was the old residence of Lotus. When Lotus studied Buddhism in Xuankong Temple, he sat on the wall for several years in the cave, leaving his shadow and the legend of the Front Gate of Buddhism in the human world.
In the Front Gate of Devil's Doctrine, he inherited the mantle of Youngest Uncle and everything of Lotus.
Before Lotus died, he once said to him, "You have joined the Devil. If you want to cultivate the Devil's Doctrine, you must first cultivate Buddhism. Then please walk bravely into the darkness. Although you have little chance of success and may die as soon as you start on the road, I still wish you well and curse you. "
Ning Que had long forgotten this. Although he had cultivated Buddhism with Master Qishan in Lanke Temple, it was to cure Sangsang. He had never actively studied Buddhism.
It was not until today when he came to Xuankong Temple and meditated for a whole day in front of the shadow on the stone wall that he remembered the words and Lotus's instructions and really made up for this very important lesson.
After facing the wall for a day, Ning Que had gained a lot. Although there was no change on the surface and his cultivation state was still in the Knowing Destiny State, he had planted a Bodhi seed in his heart. Perhaps the Bodhi seed would germinate and break out of the soil at any time. Eventually, it would grow green and cover the eyes of Heaven and Buddha.
In the twilight, Sangsang returned to the edge of the cliff.
Ning Que said, "It seems that you still haven't found Buddha."
Sangsang said, "You haven't found him either."
Ning Que said, "I forgot to find Senior Brother."
Sangsang asked, "What are you doing?"
Ning Que said, "I'm looking at it."
Sangsang said indifferently, "What's there to look at in the Buddhist psyche left by an old monk?
Ning Que walked to her and put the small white flower in her hair. He said happily, "It's really beautiful."
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(The second chapter is really well written. If Ning Que becomes a heart thief, he really has the potential.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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