After returning to the small courtyard, Ning Que sat under the tree and meditated for three days and three nights. He felt that he had completely recovered. He got up and walked out. Sangsang said, "If you can't figure it out, why suffer?"
Ning Que did not look back and said, "I have suffered so much. Of course, I have to figure it out."
He came to the White Tower Temple and quietly read the Buddhist scriptures and the notes of the previous eminent monks. When dusk came, he lit the candle on the table. He was very familiar with this and did it naturally.
The candle was slightly lit, and the shadow reappeared on the wall.
He walked to the wall and sat down cross-legged. After thinking for a while, he took out the iron cutlass and put it on the ground beside him. At the same time, he took out a few pieces of Fu paper from his sleeves and prepared to use them later.
In fact, he was very clear that neither the iron cutlass nor the Divine Talisman would have any effect on the shadow on the wall and the two giant axes. Because this was not an ordinary disaster.
But doing so could make him feel a little relieved.
It did not take long before the bell in the White Tower Temple rang again. The monks in the temple still did not hear it. Only Ning Que could hear it.
He looked at the shadow on the wall and said, "Come on."
The shadow stood up and began to roar and struggle violently.
The giant axe was waved crazily in Ning Que's mind again.
Ning Que's face suddenly turned pale, and the blue veins on his forehead appeared with the rhythm of the axe falling. He gritted his teeth and began to bleed, but he still maintained the posture of sitting cross-legged and refused to surrender.
Now he was very clear that the shadow on the wall was his and Lian Sheng's. The giant axe in his head was actually a fragment of Lian Sheng's consciousness.
Three days ago, when he could not bear the pain, he wanted to use his Psyche Power to suppress the fragment of Lian Sheng's consciousness. But at that time, the axe fell from the sky.
On the first night, although he did not understand the truth of the matter, he instinctively wanted to destroy the fragment of Lian Sheng's consciousness. It was also at that time that the bell rang in the sky.
He did not have the ability to resist the two giant axes at the same time. He wanted to try whether he could resist the axe in his head.
"You keep struggling and twisting. Those who know you will know that you are suffering, but those who don't will think that you are really crazy. What do you want to do?"
Ning Que looked at the shadow struggling in pain on the wall and asked with a pale face, "What do you want? Just tell me. How can I know what you want if you don't tell me?"
The shadow still did not answer him.
The axe was still chopping away at his head. Bean-sized beads of sweat flowed down his nose and into his mouth. It was slightly salty, but it was unknown whether it was sweat or blood.
He stared at the shadow on the wall, his body trembling as he endured the increasingly terrifying pain. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.
'What the devil do you want! 'he cried in pain and anger.
The shadow suddenly stopped and turned into a dark shadow. It spread out in all directions and eventually occupied the entire meditation room. Whether it was the candlelight or the starlight outside the window, they all fell on the walls and the floor in darkness.
In this dark world, Ning Que saw the stone beams suspended in the air in the belly of the Devil's Doctrine. He saw the wordless tablet, the mountain of white bones, and the skinny old monk in the mountain.
The old monk was a Buddha, but he was also a demon.
The old monk said, "If you want to cultivate the devil, you must first cultivate Buddhism."
Ning Que said, "I've been practicing Buddhism."
The old monk said, "If you don't go crazy, you won't become a Buddha."
Ning Que came to his senses and remembered that he had heard these words before. Then he realized that Lotus was not answering his question, but just a wisp of thought after his death, repeating the past.
The old monk's eye sockets were deep, as if there were ghost fires shining in them. His face was twisted and he seemed to be in extreme pain. He screamed, "But these are all fake! Buddha is fake! Even the devil is fake! "
Ning Que woke up in a cold sweat.
With a squeak, the door of the meditation room was pushed open. The shadows in the room suddenly converged and turned into a shadow sitting cross-legged on the wall.
Sangsang walked behind him and looked at the shadow quietly. She said, "He's not Lotus."
Ning Que's head was still aching. He asked absentmindedly, "Then who is it?"
Sangsang looked at him and said, "It's you."
Ning Que asked, "Why me? What about the bell from the sky? "
Sangsang said, "I don't know, I don't know."
She was the omniscient Haotian, but she did not know the answer to these two questions.
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In the following days, Ning Que still went to the White Tower Temple occasionally. He asked the shadow on the wall in pain and cursed angrily, but he still did not find the answer.
The most painful thing for him was that if he did not go to the White Tower Temple, the axe in his head would not hit him. But no matter where he was, the bell in the sky was still ringing. The invisible giant axe kept hitting his body and mind, as if it would not stop until it cut him into two pieces.
No one could hear the bell falling from the sky, just like no one could hear the bell in the White Tower Temple at night. No one could see the giant axe falling from the sky, not even Sangsang.
Sometimes Ning Que even thought that these were all illusions. But the incomparably clear pain kept reminding him that the axe really existed and that someone was really hitting him.
What kind of pain was it to have the giant axe slashing at his body all the time? He couldn't bear it at all. His body became weaker and weaker, and his spirit became more and more scattered. Sometimes, he really couldn't bear it and rushed into the courtyard to curse at the sky, but he found that it was meaningless.
Sangsang spent all her time taking care of him. She wiped the sweat from his forehead, drove away the shadows of nightmares and summer flies, held his hand, and occasionally looked at the sky.
Three years passed. Ning Que had been hit by the axe for three whole years. Time seemed so long and unbearable in the pain. He even thought of killing himself, but he could not bear to leave Sangsang.
One day in late autumn, Ning Que got up from his bed and walked to the table. He reached out his trembling fingers and picked up the teacup to take a sip of tea. He used a lot of strength to keep the teacup from falling.
Genuine pain would cause one's body to react instinctively. Endless pain was a great torment to one's spirit, and it was also a great harm to one's body.
He pushed the door and walked out of the room. Looking at Sangsang who was preparing lunch in the kitchen, he said, "I have no appetite. Just eat something."
Sangsang stood up and looked at him quietly. Suddenly, she smiled.
Ning Que thought that there was something on his face. He reached out and touched it, only to find that he had lost a lot of weight.
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly. He remembered that he had not felt pain for a long time.
He looked up at the clear autumn sky and murmured, "Don't you want to chop anymore?"
Sangsang said, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"
In the past three years, Ning Que rarely left the hospital for a walk. He did not want to hold Sangsang's hand and suddenly fall to the ground with a pale face when they walked to the weeping willow by the river. That would be very embarrassing.
But … since the axe in the sky was not chopping anymore, maybe they could go out for a walk? But why did he feel a little disappointed that the axe was not chopping anymore?
"Okay." He said with a smile. But because of the constant pain, he had not smiled for a long time, so his smile seemed a little stiff.
Sangsang dried her hands on the apron and asked, "Where to?"
Ning Que thought for a while and said, "Let's go to the White Tower Temple."
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Walking into the meditation room, Ning Que closed the door and sat in front of the wall.
Sangsang was outside the meditation room, quietly looking at the sky.
The candle had been lit, and the shadow on the wall gradually appeared.
"Long time no see."
Ning Que looked at the shadow and said, "I don't know whether you are Lotus or me. But I think you won't hurt me. So what do you want to tell me?"
Just like in the past three years, the shadow still did not speak.
Ning Que said, "No matter what is going on, I don't want to endure it anymore. While the axe in the sky has not fallen and I am still sober, I want to ask you for the last time."
The shadow slowly stood up and looked up.
"If you still refuse to give me an answer, then … maybe I have to die."
Ning Que smiled bitterly and said, "I really can't stand it anymore."
The shadow suddenly looked at him.
The shadow had no eyes, but Ning Que knew that he was looking at him.
Ning Que stared at him and said, "If I die, you will die too."
The shadow suddenly bent down and kept trembling. It seemed that he was laughing so hard that he could not stop his tears.
Ning Que was about to say something when the shadow suddenly straightened up and hit his head with his palm!
The bell of the White Tower Temple rang again!
The giant axe in Ning Que's head fiercely chopped at his head!
This was the heaviest blow in the past three years!
Almost at the same time, an extremely violent sound rang in the sky!
An invisible and extremely sharp giant blade came from the sky and fell on Ning Que's body in the blink of an eye!
The two axes met on Ning Que's head, separated only by the top of his skull.
There was a loud buzzing sound!
Ning Que felt that his body and heart were really split into two halves.
The severe pain made his pupils shrink and the root of his tongue numb.
He could not even bite his tongue to commit suicide.
The next moment, the pain slowly disappeared like the ebbing tide.
He felt as if his head had been split open.
His eyes were in the gap, and he could see things.
He looked at the wall and the sky at the same time.
He felt that his body was completely transparent. He could see the scenes that he could not see before. He could see clearly the things that he could not see before. Was this the Divine Sight?
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Earlier, people gathered under the pear tree at the back of the mountain of the Academy. Sixth Brother held an iron hammer and kept hitting the chessboard. The others kept cheering for him.
They kept hitting the chessboard. As long as Ning Que did not come out, they would keep hitting it. They believed that one day the chessboard would be broken.
The autumn wind blew slightly. Eldest Brother came under the pear tree and everyone came forward to bow.
Eldest Brother took the iron hammer and said, "You take a break. Let me try it."
The iron hammer fell, and smoke and dust rose. The sound was like thunder.
Ximen Buhuo praised, "Senior Brother is indeed Senior Brother. The sound is so loud."
Beigong Weiyang looked at the chessboard and said disappointedly, "Isn't it still not broken?"
Eldest Brother smiled embarrassedly and handed over the iron hammer.
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