Ning Que stood up and looked a little confused. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood.
With a puff, the wall was suddenly covered with blood.
The grey wall of the meditation room was stained with blood. The shadow was on the wall, so was the blood.
The shadow put his palms together as if he was very happy. Then he turned around and walked into the depths of the blood sea and gradually disappeared.
Ning Que looked at this scene and suddenly felt very sad. It seemed that he would never see the shadow again.
The shadow disappeared and the grey wall gradually disappeared. It turned out that the wall was fake.
He looked back at the candle on the table and found that the candle was also fake.
He looked at the wooden door of the meditation room and found that the door was fake, and the threshold was also fake.
He looked at the roof of the meditation room and looked through the beams at the gray sky.
The meditation room was fake, and so was the temple.
Then what about Chaocheng and Yang? What about the sky?
Ning Que pushed open the wooden door of the meditation room and walked out. At this moment, the clouds in the sky suddenly disappeared and the sun appeared. The world suddenly became extremely clear. The White Tower and the clear lake were as beautiful as a painting.
The sun shone on his face and he slightly squinted his eyes. The clouds in the sky floated over again and blocked the sun. Then a cold autumn rain fell and wet the picture of the White Tower and the lake.
Sangsang was not outside the meditation room. She should be looking at the sky by the lake as she had done these years.
Ning Que walked to the lake calmly as if he had already been relieved.
Monk Qingban was standing under the willow by the lake to avoid the rain. Looking at Ning Que's expression, he was slightly stunned and then showed a sincere emotion on his face. He asked happily, "Senior Brother, did you get it?"
Ning Que looked at the crazy monk and said, "Yes, I got it all."
Monk Qingban opened his eyes wide and asked eagerly, "What did you get?"
Ning Que said, "Everything is fake."
Monk Qingban was confused and repeated it subconsciously, "What is fake?"
"Yes." Ning Que stood by the lake and looked at the White Tower that was constantly being washed by the autumn rain. He said, "This tower is fake, and the rain falling on it is also fake."
"This lake is also fake."
He pointed at the lake in front of him and then continued, "The temple is fake, the city is fake, the country is fake, and the people are also fake. The Blue Pass in the snow is fake, and the seventy-two temples in the misty rain are also fake."
Monk Qingban scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously. he didn't understand what Ning Que was talking about. He suddenly thought of something and took out a steamed bun from his robe.
"I am real."
Monk Qingban said innocently. He took a bite of the steamed bun and chewed it hard. Then he said vaguely, "I'm eating the steamed bun, so the steamed bun must be real."
Ning Que looked at him with pity in his eyes, but he did not say anything.
Monk Qingban pointed at the lake in front of him and the White Tower on the other side of the lake with the steamed bun in his hand. He cried aggrievedly, "These are all here, and I can see them all. You are so unreasonable. "
Ning Que looked at him in silence for a long and said, "Monk of of of of Monk.
Monk Qingban looked at him blankly, not understanding what he was talking about.
Ning Que said, "In fact, you died many years ago. You are only left with a wisp of Buddha's nature … The monks in the temple said that you have innate wisdom. Of course, they are right. You were an eminent monk of the Buddhism Sect in your previous life. It is a pity that you were killed as soon as you entered the human realm. Otherwise, you might have become the Bhadanta of Xuankong Temple."
Monk Qingban was confused and asked, "I was killed? Who would kill me? Who killed me? "
Ning Que looked at him quietly and said, "I'm the one who killed you."
"Your name is Daoshi. Your mother is the elder sister of the Yuelun Kingdom, Quni Madi. Your father is the president of the Commandment Yard of the Xuankong Temple, Master Boshu. Because I once humiliated your mother, after you left the Xuankong Temple, you first became a Dharma name in the 72 temples of the Yuelun Kingdom, and then went to Chang 'an to find me. Then, I killed you."
"Later, in order to avenge you, your father, Master Boshu, wanted to suppress the Daughter of Yama and kill me at the same time. He left the Xuankong Temple with the Yue laan Bell and set up a trap with Qi Nian, the World Wayfarer of the Buddhism Sect. In the end, the trap was broken by the Academy. Your father died in the hands of the Academy, which means he died in my hands."
"Later, she and I fled to Chaoyang City and were besieged in this White Tower Temple by countless believers and powerhouses of Buddhism and Taoism. Your mother, Quni Madi, was cultivating here and was taken hostage by me. I was going to let her go later, but for some reason, I killed her in the end."
Ning Que looked at Monk Qingban and said calmly, "I killed you and your family."
"But … but, why did you kill me? Why did you kill my family?"
Monk Qingban didn't listen to Ning Que's words at all. He only felt confused and scratched his head, "And my name is Qingban, not Daoshi. Are you mistaken?"
Ning Que said, "Qingban … is the stone used to pave the road."
"Senior Brother, you must be joking."
Monk Qingban said with a silly smile, "I'm called Qingban because when the abbot and the abbot played mahjong all night, they finally heard a clear board. But when they heard me crying on the stone steps, their hands trembled and they threw away the second round of mahjong. That's why I'm called Qingban."
Ning Que didn't say anything more. Since he didn't believe it, why should he believe it?
Monk Qingban didn't give up. He followed Ning Que and kept asking, "How can you prove it?"
Sangsang had been sitting by the lake and looking at the sky, so she heard their conversation clearly. She looked back at Ning Que with a slightly confused expression.
Ning Que didn't need to prove anything to Monk Qingban, but he had to prove it to her. Only by making her believe it could she really wake up and they could leave here.
"Which direction is Chang 'an?" He asked.
Sangsang sat by the lake and pointed to somewhere in the east.
He untied the arrow box and assembled the iron bow in a very short time. Then he drew the bow and put an arrow in the distance. When the bowstring was like a full moon, he suddenly released it.
A round white turbulence appeared at the end of the arrow, and the dark iron arrow disappeared on the lake. No one knew where it went. There was no response for a long time.
"See, I told you it was fake." Ning Que said.
Sangsang asked, "Why?"
Ning Que said, "If Chang 'an is there, the Academy will definitely know it if the iron arrow is shot there."
Sangsang thought for a moment and said, "Then?"
Ning Que said, "Eldest Brother hasn't come after such a long time, which means that there is no Eldest Brother in this world. So this world is naturally fake."
Sangsang was a little confused and asked, "Will Li Manman come?"
Ning Que said, "Yes. He came back then, and he will come back now."
Sangsang didn't say anything.
Ning Que pointed to the lake and the White Tower in front of her and said, "Many years ago, before we entered the chessboard, the White Tower and the lake were in Xuankong Temple. Why are they here?"
Sangsang said, "We left Xuankong Temple, so the White Tower and the lake can naturally come back."
Ning Que's arrow and words still couldn't convince her. She hadn't woken up yet, or in other words, she didn't want to wake up. She just quietly looked at the sky reflected by the lake.
"Actually … I don't want to wake up either. Especially at the moment when I woke up, I was very uneasy and even scared. My body and mind were cold, and my Divine Sense was agitated. I even vomited a lot of blood."
Ning Que walked to her side and sat down. He gently held her hand and looked at the gray sky. He said, "Although this world is illusory, these years … especially the first few years, were really happy. Those days were really good. I really don't want to leave and don't want to leave."
Sangsang leaned on his shoulder and looked confused.
Ning Que gently touched the small white flower on her hair and said, "You think the sky is beautiful?"
Sangsang gently nodded.
Ning Que said, "You think the sky is very familiar and intimate, so you want to see it?"
Sangsang looked at the gray and high sky. She obviously knew the answer, but she didn't dare to say it.
Ning Que hesitated a little and said, "You were born in the sky, and you grew up there. It is your home, so you feel familiar and intimate with it. You always want to go back."
After hearing this, the confusion in Sangsang's eyes gradually faded and became calm. Just like the lake in front of her that was disturbed by the autumn rain, it gradually calmed down, and the reflected sky became clear.
She blinked, and the lake waves swayed, just like her eyes.
The sky reflected by the lake was cut into countless pieces of light and shadow. The original appearance of the sky could no longer be found. It turned into countless stars, as if they were constantly being born and destroyed.
The lake evaporated, and the White Tower disappeared. Since it was in Xuankong Temple, it naturally couldn't be in front of her.
Sangsang looked at the sky. The rain clouds suddenly dispersed, revealing the clear blue sky behind. However, it was still not the sky she wanted to see. Several cracks suddenly appeared on the porcelain-like blue sky.
It was as if a beautiful piece of porcelain had been thrown to the ground, and the sky had shattered just like that.
She had quietly watched the sky in the small courtyard and by the lake for hundreds of years. Today, with the help of Ning Que, she finally saw through the sky and saw the darkness and nothingness behind it.
Yes, this world was fake, or it was real. But in any case, this was not her world. This was the inside of the chessboard, and this was the world of Buddha.
She slowly stood up and put her hands behind her back.
Monk Qingban looked at the suddenly dark sky and panicked. He grabbed Ning Que's sleeve and said in a trembling voice, "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"
Ning Que said, "We are going to leave here. You go and find a place to hide."
Monk Qingban asked, "Where are you going?"
Ning Que said, "We are going outside."
"Outside … Where is outside?"
Monk Qingban looked at him in a daze and suddenly said sadly, "Am I really dead?"
Ning Que didn't say anything.
Monk Qingban kept crying. He kept wiping his tears with his sleeve, but he couldn't wipe them clean.
Ning Que's expression suddenly became solemn.
Monk Qingban wiped his tears with his sleeve, but his tears couldn't be wiped clean.
He wiped his face with his sleeve, and his face was very clean. When he wiped his face with his sleeve, one of his eyebrows was gone. When he wiped again, his nose was gone. When he wiped again, his eyes were gone.
He seemed to feel a little embarrassed. He covered his face with his sleeve and said honestly, "I don't want you to go."
Monk Qingban rubbed himself with his sleeves until he looked like a Buddha covering his face.
He said he didn't want Ning Que and Sangsang to go.
He didn't want them to go.
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(Chapter 3) (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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