Returning to the small courtyard, sitting under the tree and meditating for three days and three nights, Ning Que felt that his spirit had completely recovered, got up and walked out, Sang Sang said: "If you don't understand, why suffer?"

Ning Que didn't look back and said, "I've suffered so much, of course I have to figure it out." ”

When he came to the White Pagoda Temple, he quietly read the Buddhist scriptures and the notes of the previous monks, and when the twilight came, he lit the candle on the table.

The candle flame flickered, and the shadow reappeared on the wall.

He walked over to the wall, sat down cross-legged, thought for a moment, and then drew his iron knife and placed it on the ground beside him, while taking out a few pieces of rune paper from his sleeve, ready to use later.

In fact, he knew very well that whether it was an iron knife or a rune, it had no meaning to the shadow on the wall and the two giant axes, because this was an extraordinary calamity.

But doing so will give him a little more peace of mind.

It didn't take long for the bell in the White Pagoda Temple to ring again, but the monks in the temple still didn't hear it, and only Ning Que could hear the bell.

He looked at the shadows on the wall and said, "Come on." ”

The shadow stood up and began to roar furiously and silently, and began to struggle.

The giant axe swung wildly in Ning Que's mind again.

Ning Que's face turned pale suddenly, the green tendons on his forehead kept emerging with the rhythm of the axe's fall, and his clenched teeth began to bleed, but he always maintained a cross-kneeled posture and refused to surrender.

Now he knows very well that the shadow on the wall is his own and Liansheng's, and the giant axe in his head is actually Liansheng's consciousness fragment that is making trouble.

Three days ago, when he couldn't bear the pain, he wanted to use his telekinesis to suppress the fragment of Liansheng's consciousness, but at that moment, the axe fell in the sky.

The first night. Although he didn't understand the truth of the matter, in his confusion, he instinctively wanted to destroy the fragment of Liansheng's consciousness, and it was at that time that a bell rang in the sky.

He didn't have the ability to resist two giant axes at the same time, and he wanted to see if he could resist the axe in his head.

"You keep struggling and writhing, people who know know you're uncomfortable, and people who don't know are afraid that they'll think you're really crazy. What exactly do you want to do?"

Ning Que looked at the shadow on the wall that was struggling in pain, and asked with a pale face: "What do you want, you just say it, how do you know what you want if you don't say it?"

The shadow still didn't answer him.

The axe was still chopping in his head, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans ran down the bridge of his nose. It flowed into his mouth, a little salty, but he didn't know if it was sweat or blood.

He stared at the shadow on the wall, his body trembling, enduring more and more terrible pain, his hands clenched so tightly that his nails sunk deep into his palms.

"What the fuck do you want!" he cried out in pain and rage.

The shadow suddenly stopped. It turned into a shadow and spread out in all directions, eventually occupying the entire Zen room, whether it was candlelight. Or the starlight outside the window, falling on the walls and the ground, it is all dark.

In this dark world, Ning Que saw the stone beams hanging in the air in the belly of the Demon Sect Mountain. See the wordless monument, see the mountain of white bones. I saw the old monk in the mountain who was as thin as a ghost.

The old monk is a Buddha, and the old monk is also a demon.

The old monk said: "If you want to cultivate demons, you must first cultivate Buddha." ”

Ning Que said: "I have 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, only to realize that Liansheng was not answering his own questions, but just a wisp of thought after death, retelling the past.

The old monk's eye sockets were very deep, and there seemed to be a ghost fire shining in them, and his face was distorted, looking extremely painful, and he hissed and shouted: "But these are all fake! The Buddha is fake! The demon is also fake!"

Ning Que woke up, cold sweat dripping.

With a creak, the door of the meditation room was pushed open, and the shadows in the room suddenly converged, turning into a shadow sitting cross-legged on the wall.

Sang Sang walked behind him, looked at the shadow quietly, and said, "He is not Liansheng. ”

Ning Que's head was still in severe pain, and he asked in a trance, "Who is that?"

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 is the omniscient Haotian, but she doesn't know the answer to these two things.

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In the days that followed, Ning Que would occasionally go to the White Pagoda Temple, ask the shadows on the wall in pain, and scold angrily, but still did not find the answer.

What pained him the most was that if he didn't go to Baita Temple, the axe in his brain wouldn't cut him, but no matter where he was, the bell in the sky would always continue, and the invisible giant axe kept slashing his body and mind, as if he wouldn't cut him in two, and he would never give up.

No one could hear the bell falling from the sky, just as no one could hear the bell at night in the White Pagoda Temple, and no one could see the giant axe that fell from the sky, and neither could Sangsang.

Ning Que sometimes even felt that these were hallucinations, but the incomparably clear pain was constantly reminding him that the axe really existed, and someone was really cutting him.

There was a huge axe coming to him all the time, what a kind of pain, he couldn't bear it at all, his body became weaker and weaker, his spirit became more and more refreshed, there was

He couldn't bear it anymore and rushed to the yard to scold at the sky, only to find that there was no point at all.

Sangsang spent all his time taking care of him, wiping the sweat from his forehead, dispelling the shadows of nightmares and summer insects and flies for him, holding his hand and occasionally looking at the sky.

Three years passed like this, Ning Que was chopped by an axe for three whole years, and the time became so long and unbearable in the painful torture that he even thought about committing suicide, but he was reluctant to Sangsang.

One day in late autumn, Ning Que got up from the bed, walked to the table, stretched out his trembling fingers, picked up the tea bowl and took a sip of tea, he used a lot of strength to not let the bowl fall.

Real pain will make people's body react instinctively, and the endless pain is a great torture for the spirit and a great harm to the body.

He pushed the door and walked out of the room, looked at Sangsang, who was preparing lunch in the kitchen, and said, "No appetite." Just eat whatever you want. ”

Sang Sang stood up, looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled.

Ning Que thought that there was something on his face, and reached out to touch it, only to find that he had lost a lot of weight.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he remembered that he hadn't had pain in a long time.

He looked up at the crisp autumn sky and muttered, "Don't you cut it?"

Sang Sang said, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

In the past three years, Ning Que rarely went for a walk in the hospital. He didn't want to take Sangsang's hand and walked under the weeping willows by the river, and suddenly his face was pale and he fell to the ground, which was very shameless.

But...... Since the axe in the sky is no longer chopped. Or can you go out for a walk? Just, why don't you feel a little lost when the axe stops chopping?

"Okay. He said with a smile, but he hadn't laughed in a long time because of the pain that was all the while, so the smile seemed a little stiff.

Sang Sang wiped the water from his hands on his apron and asked, "Where are you going?"

Ning Que thought for a moment. said: "Let's go to the White Pagoda Temple." ”

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Walking into the meditation room, closing the door, Ning Que sat down in front of the wall.

Sang Sang was outside the meditation room, quietly looking at the sky.

The candle has been lit. Shadows on the walls gradually emerged.

"Long time no see. ”

Ning Que looked at the shadow and said, "I don't know if you are Liansheng or myself, but I think you won't harm me." So what exactly do you want to sue me?"

Just like it has been for the past three years, the shadow still doesn't speak.

Ning Que said: "No matter what is going on. I don't want to endure it any longer, and while the axe in the sky hasn't fallen, I'm still awake, so I'll ask you one last time. ”

The shadow slowly stood up and looked up.

"If you still won't give me an answer, then ...... I'm going to die. ”

Ning Que laughed miserably and said, "I really can't stand it." ”

The shadow suddenly looked at him.

The shadow didn't have eyes, but Ning Que knew that he was looking at himself.

Ning Que stared at him and said, "If I die, you will die too." ”

The shadow suddenly bent down, trembling incessantly, as if laughing, laughing until she couldn't stop crying.

Ning Que was about to say something more, when the shadow suddenly straightened up and slapped his palm on the top of his head!

The bell of the White Pagoda Temple is ringing again!

The giant axe in Ning Que's head slashed fiercely at the top of his head!

This is the heaviest axe in three years!

Almost at the same time, an extremely violent sound sounded in the sky!

An invisible and extremely sharp giant blade came from the sky, fell in an instant, and landed on Ning Que's body!

The two axes met on top of Ning Que's head, only separated by the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

Buzz bang!

Ning Que felt that his body and heart had really been split in half.

The intense pain made his pupils shrink sharply and the base of his tongue tingle.

He just wanted to bite his tongue and commit suicide, but he couldn't do it.

The next moment, the pain slowly disappeared like the water at low tide.

He felt a gaping crack in his head.

In that crack was his eyes, able to see.

He looked at the wall, but at the same time he looked at the sky.

He feels that he is transparent, the pictures that he couldn't see before, can be seen now, and the things that he couldn't see through before can be seen clearly, this is the discerning eye?

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A little earlier, the people in the mountain behind the academy gathered under the pear tree, and the sixth senior brother held a hammer and kept smashing the chessboard, while the rest of the people kept cheering for him.

They have been smashing this chessboard, as long as they don't come out for a day, they will smash it for a day, and they believe that one day they will be able to smash this chessboard.

The autumn breeze rose slightly, and the senior brother came to the pear tree, and everyone stepped forward to salute.

The elder brother took the hammer and said, "You rest, I'll try it." ”

The hammer fell, and the smoke and dust were loud, and the sound was like thunder.

Simon Bufu exclaimed: "Senior brother deserves to be a senior brother, how loud this voice is." ”

Beigong Weiyang looked at the chessboard and said in disappointment: "It's not the same, it's not smashed?"

The elder brother smiled a little embarrassedly and handed over the hammer.

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(Chapter 2)