A monk walked out of the hall, the monk was not very old, his face was dark, he was a little fat, the distance between his eyes was a little far, he looked a little silly, or childish, but his eyes were very clear

The monk held a white and fat steaming steamed bun in his hand, gnawed all the way, his face was full of happy and joyful expressions, and he didn't see the road clearly, and hit Ning Que's body headlong

"Ouch ouch"

The monk rubbed the top of his head, his fingers brushed over the incense scar, his left hand was still tightly gripping the steamed bun, his fingers were sunk into the white soft steamed bun, his eyes were full of tears, and it seemed that it was really painful

The collision was because he didn't see the road, and it didn't matter to Ning Que, but for some reason, Ning Que looked at the monk's stupid demeanor, and naturally felt pity and apologized warmly

The monk looked at Ning Que's face, suddenly forgot the pain, suddenly became happy, stretched out the steamed bun in front of his eyes, and said with a smile: "I invite you to eat"

Ning Que felt so sudden, and asked, "Why do you want to invite me to eat?"

The monk said, "Because you are similar to me, and Master said that I am a good person, then you are also a good person."

Ning Que looked at his silly Nirvana, thinking to himself where he was like you, and asked, "Who are you?"

The monk said, "My name is Qingbanzi"

Ning Que looked at his expression and tone of speech, and knew that this person's mind was probably a little underdeveloped, so he asked casually, "Where did the green board come from?"

The monk refused to answer, and lifted the steamed bun higher, almost touching his mouth

Ning Que understood, took the steamed bun from his hand and took a bite

The green board monk happily clapped his palms, and his hand walked towards a certain part of the temple wall, pointing to the moss-covered stone steps outside a side gate and said, "I'm from here."

Ning Que looked at the stone steps and vaguely understood that this person was probably an abandoned baby, who was abandoned by his relatives and thrown on the stone steps outside the White Pagoda Temple, and then was taken in by the monks in the temple, and grew up like this

"Why do you say I look so much like you?" he asked curiously

The Qingban monk pursed his lips, and said a little shyly: "Master said that I am an idiot, there is Su Hui, and the brothers in the temple also say that I am stupid, you looked quite stupid before, then you naturally have a root."

Ning Que thought to himself, a generation of high monk Liansheng had of course wisdom roots in his own consciousness, but he was just ...... The monks in the temple said that Qingban is idiot, that is dementia, what does it have to do with Su Hui?

The Qingban monk is innocent and childish, and Ning Que naturally will not say that these things add trouble to him and make himself more troubled, so he will let his own hands wander around the temple

The bell in the temple was far away, and Ning Que's mood gradually calmed down, and the strange feeling he had from watching the white pagoda and the water shadow by the lake gradually disappeared, which made him feel very comfortable

In the meditation room in the side hall of the temple, the Qingban monk moved out all the more than 300 Buddhist scriptures left to him by his master, and asked Ning Que to watch it like a child showing off his treasure to his companions

Ning Que couldn't bear to disappoint him, picked up a Buddhist scripture at random and began to read, admiring two sentences from time to time, and the Qingban monk scratched his ears and cheeks with a face full of joy, indescribably happy

There is a true meaning in the scriptures, Ning Que just casually echoed and praised it before, but after reading it, he found that it was indeed meaningful, and he gradually immersed himself in it and forgot to return

When he woke up, it was already dark outside the side hall, he was very uneasy, quickly got up, woke up the Qingban monk who had already fallen asleep on the futon, and left the White Pagoda Temple and walked back to the small courtyard

The reason why he is uneasy is because he is greedy for reading Buddhist scriptures, and he doesn't know the passage of time, so he forgot to make dinner.

Sang was not in the small courtyard, but under the tree by the stream outside the courtyard, hearing Ning Que's footsteps, she did not turn to look at him, but continued to look at the sky, the little white flowers between the temples trembled in the night wind

Ning Que walked up to her and expressed his sincerest apologies for forgetting to make dinner today

Sang was in a good mood, because she watched the sky for a whole day, the sky was beautiful, she had long forgotten about eating, so she showed her tolerance to Ning Que

That night, after having dinner in the courtyard, Ning Que talked about what he had seen and heard in Baita Temple today, mentioned the naturally stupid Qingban monk, and said, "Do you want to follow me tomorrow?"

"Some new friends, it's always good"

Sang said like an ordinary housewife, but did not promise to accompany him to Baita Temple tomorrow, because she wanted to stay in the courtyard to watch the sky, the sky was really beautiful, and she couldn't see enough of it

In the following days, in addition to accompanying her to wander around the city, Ning Que spent a lot of time in the Baita Temple, saying some unknown words with the Qingban monks, listening to the bells and reading those Buddhist scriptures, the mood was quite quiet, and sometimes he would bring some vegetarian food back from the temple for Sang to eat, but Sang didn't like it very much

Sang was still sleepy, and when she woke up, she looked at the sky, from early morning to dusk, under the tree and by the stream, she quietly looked at the sky, and felt that the sky was very beautiful, and felt that this sky was a little strange.

One day, Ning Que said that the Baita Temple could also see the sky, Sang felt that it was very reasonable, so he followed him to the Baita Temple, although he didn't like the Su Zhai and those monks in the temple, but he felt that the lake was very beautiful, and the sky reflected in the lake was beautiful, so she began to sit by the lake and watch the sky

The days went on like this, in the morning bell and the dusk drum, Ning Que and Sang looked at the lake, looked at the sky and read the Buddhist scriptures, their hearts were calm, happy and peaceful, time passed slowly, and they gradually did not know their age

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The bright bells echoed among the peaks of the majestic peaks, echoing in hundreds of temples, and I don't know how many monks were awakened, compared with the melodious and quiet bells of the Hanging Temple, today's bells seem so tough, even faintly anxious, because these bells are warning signs

The bell rang to convey countless messages, but also pointed out the direction, more than 100 monks and soldiers walked out of the yellow temple of the west peak, swept towards the peak, changed horses at the foot of the mountain, turned into a cloud of smoke, and drove along the mountain road at high speed towards the dark underground wilderness, the monks' clothes fluttered, and the momentum was shocking

The wilderness underneath is vast and infinite, and for countless years, it has always seemed so silent and quiet, but today the sound of killing has already shook the sky somewhere in the wilderness, and there is smoke and dust everywhere, and everywhere you can hear the sound of shouting and roaring, the sound of weapons crashing, and there is a compassionate chant hidden in between, which seems strange

The former Buddha country has become a once devout believer in Zhan Chao, and has long since become a bloodthirsty Shura, but if killing someone is a sin, in fact, this has always been a Shura field

More than 100 monks and soldiers armed with iron rods came to the periphery of this bloody and tragic battlefield, slowly stopped their advances, and the mounts gradually separated, and four monks wearing hats walked out

The monk at the head had a simple face and a resolute expression, even the shadow of the hat could not hide the quiet Zen in his eyes, which was the seven thoughts of the Buddha Sect

The other three monks wearing hats had very old faces, and they were all elders of the Hanging Temple Discipline Academy

Qi Nian quietly watched the murderous Zhan Chao's gaze pass through the smoke and dust raised by the horse's hooves, and fell to the cliff wall that was extremely far away, there were people on the cliff, and he was responsible for the world under the cliff

Dozens of tribes of nobles armed together, after dozens of days of desperate fighting, finally stopped those slaves in front of the meadow next to this abandoned gold field, the Hanging Temple sent powerful monks and strong men, logically speaking, the outcome of the war has lost suspense, but Qi Nian is still a little faintly uneasy, because he always feels that person will not admit defeat so easily

The rebellion of the serfs in the underground fields has been going on for a year

At the beginning, this rebellion was just a riot of the shepherds of a poor tribe on the side of the cliff, killing more than a dozen people, and the tribe tried to suppress it forcefully, and even invited a monk who was punished by the precept hall to the sacred mountain, but he did not expect that the noble people of the tribe were all killed in that suppression, and the monk did not survive

The Hanging Temple still didn't care much, ruling the underground world for countless generations, the monks in the temple have long been accustomed to every few years, there will be descendants of sinners who will forget the Buddha's compassion back then, and ungrateful to try to get the treatment they are not qualified for at all, but no matter how fierce those sinners are at the beginning, in the end, only a few monks need to be sent to suppress it easily, and it can also be used to prove to the believers that the sacred mountain is powerful, why not?

But this serf rebellion is very different from the countless rebellions in the past, the nobles gathered two hundred cavalry to suppress the sinners composed of more than a hundred old and young sick shepherds, still unsuccessful, so they gathered more troops, but still unsuccessful, and later the nobles sent a thousand cavalry, and even invited special slave hunters, but still could not succeed

The encirclement of the rebels never stopped, but not only did it never succeed, but even the ranks of the rebels became larger and larger, and several wandering ascetics also died in the battle

The news of this rebel army began to circulate in the underworld, along with the legend that the rebels had found a way to the true Elysium, the innate desire for freedom, and the innate hatred of suffering and inequality, which made this rebel army have more and more sympathizers, and even some people began to respond

Similar to the rebellions of the cliffside tribes, the rebellions of other tribes in the underworld are often initiated by shepherds, and those who have lived between heaven and earth for generations, accompanied by expansion, and move relatively freely, have the strongest desire for freedom and the most determined resistance to exploitation

As more and more people joined the rebellion, the wilderness of the underworld became more and more chaotic, and the order that had maintained the Buddha kingdom for thousands of years began to be threatened, especially as more wandering ascetics were killed by the rebels, and the Hanging Temple could no longer sit as calmly as before

The monks in the Hanging Temple are cultivators, and for the serfs in the underground wilderness, they are the living Buddhas who once worshipped, and the appearance of these monks is the most fatal blow to the rebellious serfs, both spiritually and in terms of strength

In a short period of time, the vast majority of rebellions in the Underworld were suppressed

However, once some things have begun, it is difficult to end, once certain ideas have been generated, it is difficult to extinguish certain bonfires, and the fire of rebellion in the meadow seems to be about to be crushed, but under those weeds, who knows how many sparks are hidden?

A few months later, dozens of rebellions, large and small, broke out in the underworld, and the monks of the Hanging Temple had to rush to another place after suppressing one place, exhausted and helpless, and every time they finished suppressing one place, a new rebellion would arise there

This is the spark that can start a prairie fire

(To be continued)

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