If there was a hole in the corner of the wall, Ning Que would definitely crawl into it, regardless of whether it was the endless abyss or the legendary Netherworld. But there wasn't, so he could only hold his head and tremble in pain. He sweated profusely and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth. Tears and snot flowed down his face, and his clothes were already wet.
He had never experienced such terrible pain. He even felt that it was countless times more difficult to endure than when he was captured by the Horse Gang in the Wilderness and interrogated. The axe in his head and the invisible giant axe in the sky kept falling, as if it would never stop, making him feel incomparable despair.
Later, his body even began to twitch, and his eyes began to lose focus. Even the color of his lips had turned into an ominous gray. He was really no different from a dead person.
After a long time, the giant axe from the sky finally stopped. Although the axe in his head was still chopping, it was slightly better. He stood up with unimaginable willpower and rushed out of the meditation room, not daring to look back at the shadow.
After escaping from the White Tower Temple, he staggered forward while coughing blood all the way to the astonished eyes of the people of Chaoyang City. Finally, he walked back to the small courtyard. When he saw Sangsang under the tree, he suddenly relaxed and could no longer resist the weakness brought by the pain. He blacked out and fainted.
When he woke up, it was already dawn. Sangsang was sitting by the bed and had fallen asleep. There was a bowl of grass ginseng porridge on the table. The porridge was still faintly steaming. It seemed that she had heated it many times last night.
Ning Que thought of those nights in the City of Wei and Chang 'an many years ago. He felt a little warm. He got up and helped her to the bed and covered her with the quilt. His stomach growled and he found that his stomach was wet. He picked up the bowl of porridge and wiped his mouth. When he was about to go to the White Tower Temple as usual, his face suddenly turned pale.
He remembered what happened in the meditation room last night. As soon as he thought about it, he felt a sharp pain in his head. Although no one was chopping him with an axe, the pain was still there.
Sangsang opened her eyes and quietly looked at him for a long time. Suddenly, she pointed at his head and said, "There is someone in your head. He wants to come out."
Nothing could be hidden from Haotian's eyes, but she did not know what had happened to Ning Que. Why was there someone chopping in his head with an axe? Even if she could explain this, how could she explain the invisible giant axe falling from the sky?
Ning Que walked to the window and looked at the gray sky. He asked in a trembling voice, "Why did you strike me that day?"
Sangsang thought for a moment and said, "Maybe it's because you haven't been with me these days and often forget to cook for me, so you were struck by lightning?"
"There is no thunder, only the sky." Ning Que said.
Sangsang asked, "What's the difference?"
Ning Que's face was slightly pale. He turned to look at her and said, "Why did Heaven strike me?"
Sangsang pointed to herself and said, "I am the sky, or I want to chop you."
Ning Que asked, "Are you hacking me?"
Sangsang looked at the sky outside the window and said, "Maybe it's because I can't stand you treating me like this."
Thinking of the pain last night, Ning Que shouted angrily, "I married you, but I have to be controlled by your twin brothers and sisters? Is there any justice? "
Sangsang's expression did not change, and she said, "Our reason is the justice."
Ning Que felt that this statement was somewhat unreasonable, and he did not know whether her reason made sense or not. Anyway, he decided not to go to the White Tower Temple today. Although he wanted to know what was going on with the shadow on the wall and why there was an axe in his head and the sky that wanted to chop him, he did not want to repeat the painful process last night. Human curiosity could indeed overcome the fear of the unknown, but it did not necessarily overcome the pain.
That day, he stayed in the small courtyard and accompanied Sangsang to look at the sky in a daze. Every time a temple bell rang in the distance, his face would turn a little pale because he was afraid.
Sangsang looked at his expression and said in confusion, "You were not so afraid of pain before."
Ning Que said, "I was afraid of pain before, but I had to take care of you, so I could only pretend not to be afraid."
Sangsang said, "You have to take care of me now."
Ning Que thought for a moment and said, "It makes sense. I have to figure out what is going on, or there will be problems. But let's talk about it in a few days. I am really a little scared."
After all, he still underestimated human curiosity, or because he had to take care of Sangsang, he overcame his fear. He did not wait for a long time and returned to the White Tower Temple the next day.
Monk Qingban was chatting with him as usual, but he did not have the energy to pay attention to him. He went directly to the meditation room, where the wall he smashed last night had been repaired.
He faced the wall and remained silent for a long time. There was no shadow on the wall.
He sat back at the table and began to read the Buddhist scriptures. When dusk came, he lit the candle on the table. When he lit the candle, his hands trembled, so the flame was also a little shaky.
The shadow reappeared on the wall. At first, it was a little weak because of the shaky candlelight, but it only took a very short time for it to become clear.
Ning Que stood up. It was just a simple movement, but it seemed to consume all his strength. When he walked to the wall, his steps seemed a little weak.
The shadow sat cross-legged as if it was cultivating the Buddha.
Ning Que took several deep breaths and sat cross-legged facing the wall.
"Who are you?" He looked at the shadow and asked.
Of course, the shadow would not answer him. It was silent like a dead monk.
Ning Que stared at the shadow as if he wanted to see through it.
The shadow had no eyes, so it would not look at him.
Just when Ning Que thought that the night would pass peacefully, the bell suddenly rang in the White Tower Temple.
Just like the night before, the evening class had already ended, but the bell began to echo. He could not even tell whether the bell came from the hall or from his heart.
Ning Que was very nervous. He remembered that something strange happened when the bell rang last night.
It was the same tonight. The bell seemed to be the signal of the beginning of a catastrophe. The bell, which had a strong effect of calming the mind, made the shadow on the wall crazy.
The shadow no longer sat cross-legged. It stood up and began to wave its arms to the sky. It was not calling someone, but it seemed to be cursing somewhere in the sky.
The shadow turned into a black flame and kept dancing, as if it was going to burn everything. It was like a prisoner on the stake in pain. Its body was burned and scorched by the flame, which looked extremely horrible.
Ning Que felt a little sad and began to cry. He felt the shadow's unwillingness, despair and anger, and the seemingly endless desolation and sadness.
He seemed to see an old monk standing in front of a tomb, cursing the Heaven and the Earth, slandering Taoism and Buddha, and wanting to tear the world apart.
Ning Que cried not only because he felt these emotions, but also because he knew that he would soon start to suffer the same pain as the night before.
There was a loud buzzing sound!
Ning Que felt that someone was standing in his sense of perception, holding a sharp giant axe and chopping at his skull. It seemed that the person was going to break his head and jump out.
The severe pain spread from the top of his head to his limbs. He even felt that his skin was being pricked by countless fine needles. It was like being peeled and then sprinkled with countless handfuls of sea salt!
Ning Que's face suddenly turned pale, and his body kept trembling like a mountain that could collapse at any time. But he was prepared for tonight, so he forcibly maintained the posture of sitting cross-legged.
"Lotus! What the hell are you doing! "
He looked at the shadow on the wall and shouted angrily.
The shadow on the wall did not answer him. It was still struggling desperately, cursing and hitting at the sky. So the axe was still chopping at his head.
Ning Que endured the pain and bit his lips tightly. His trembling and hoarse voice came out from his teeth. He looked extremely miserable. He shouted, "If you don't stop, I will kill you!"
The fragments of Lotus's consciousness had been lying quietly in the depths of his sense of perception for many years. When Ning Que was in danger, it would occasionally light up and give him instructions.
Although Lotus's consciousness was very strong, it was after all a remnant left after death. Ning Que believed that with the strength of his Psyche Power, he could definitely suppress it.
The shadow still did not pay attention to him and seemed very contemptuous.
Because of the pain, Ning Que's eyebrows kept twitching, and his clothes had long been soaked with sweat. He knew that he could no longer bear it, so he decisively mobilized his Psyche Power and dived into the depths of his sense of perception.
Although it was a pity and he was unwilling, he still had to crush the fragments of consciousness left by Lotus. Otherwise, he might really go crazy in this kind of pain, or even directly die.
But he forgot that he had two axes.
As soon as he mobilized his Psyche Power, a thunderous bell rang in the sky above the White Tower Temple.
The invisible giant axe fell from the high sky and directly chopped at his body.
At this moment, he felt as if his body was split in half, and his heart was also split in half.
Although he bit his lips, he could not stop an extremely miserable howl from bursting out from his lips.
He fell to the ground in pain and kept vomiting blood. His body kept twisting, like a mudfish stuffed into a hot pot. Soon the ground became stained with blood.
The axe from the sky and the axe from the sense of perception continued to chop at him. His eyes were glazed and he could no longer bear it, so he passed out. But even in a coma, his body still twitched from time to time. Obviously, the two axes from the sky and the head were still chopping at him.
After a long time, he woke up in the meditation room. The sky outside the window was bright, and he had been in a coma for a whole night. Fortunately, the bell and the axe stopped.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, struggled out of the meditation room, and came to the lake.
Monk Qingban was by the lake. Seeing his pale face and the blood on his body, he was a little surprised and said blankly, "Senior Brother, are you chanting or killing in the meditation room?"
Ning Que looked at the blue sky and asked, "Did you hear the bell?"
Monk Qingban looked confused and said, "What bell?"
Ning Que also looked confused and said, "Why can only I hear it?"
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(Chapter One) (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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