When he came to the cliff and looked at the sinkhole peak and the temple between the peaks in front of him, Ning Que was silent. This was the second time he had seen the true face of the Hanging Temple, but he still felt shocked.

The cliff was very steep, and it suddenly sank from the surface of the wasteland, looking quite amazing, Ning Que left the big black horse and the carriage on the ground, and followed Sang Sang down. He and Sangsang had been here before, and after looking at it from a distance, they turned around and left, not daring to go down at all, and the situation now was naturally different from that year.

There was rubble everywhere at his feet, Sang Sang looked calm, and walked slowly with his hands behind his back, like a snow lotus falling in the wind, but Ning Que behind him couldn't help but look a little wolf.

It is noon, the early autumn sun is bright enough, the smooth cliff wall and the gravel pile of sheep intestine path illuminated very clearly, but the cliff is thousands of feet deep, the more down, the more dim the light, the temperature is gradually reduced, it is very cold, there is snow between the cliffs and rocks, which makes people feel very magical.

Continuing in the cold world of ice and snow, the two of them did not know how long they walked, and finally walked out of the shadow cast in the sinkhole of the wasteland, and came to the bright sunshine, under which there was an endless field.

The field at the bottom of the sinkhole is very wide, even with Ning Que's keen eyesight, there is no way to see the picture in the distance, the field is scattered with all kinds of felt houses, close to the cliff ground, there is a hardy meadow, dragging long-fluffy cattle and sheep to feed in the meadow.

Contrary to the process of walking down the cliff, the two walked towards the middle of the sinkhole, the temperature became higher and higher, as if they were about to return from the cold winter to the warm spring, the natural grass in the field was gradually replaced by artificially cultivated species, and the ears of the field kept swaying in the breeze to say hello.

Ning Que walked to the field and picked a spike, rubbed the shell with his fingers, and found the grains inside. It is much smaller than the common rice of the Central Plains, and the grain fragrance emitted is also a little unfamiliar. He pulled out one and found that the root system of this plant was quite developed, and guessed that this was probably some kind of special rice, which could resist the cold by absorbing the heat of the floor, and looking at the shape of the rice leaves, there was probably relatively little need for light.

In this subterranean wilderness, far from the human world, the light is naturally not as abundant as the surface of the earth. Fortunately, Haotian is always fair, the temperature of the soil itself is a little high, and the large and small rivers that flow through it are also different from the cold rivers in Ning Que's imagination, with a faint mist. It's like a hot spring.

This underground wilderness is a completely new world for Ning Que, of course, because of his poor background and academy cultivation, the thing he cares about most is really food.

At this moment, a faint bell suddenly sounded in the distance. Immediately afterward, a reverent hum rang out from all sides of the field, attracting his attention.

He looked into the distance and vaguely saw countless people kneeling down in the distance of the field. The peasants who understood that it should be the worship of the Hanging Temple, heard the bell and began to chant.

The bell rang farther away, from the huge peak in the middle of the vast field, but I don't know which monk in the Yellow Temple between the peaks was striking.

Sangsang walked towards the peak. Ning Que suddenly thought of something, but missed it. Unable to remember it anymore, he shook his head with some regret and quickened his pace.

The mountain peak was very majestic and tall, and from countless miles away, you could feel a rushing pressure, as if it was close at hand, but in fact the mountain was still in the sky.

Sangsang didn't speak, and walked towards the peak.

Although she and Ning Que did not deliberately, the speed was also extremely fast, Rao was like this, and the two of them still walked for a long time before they reached the bottom of the mountain, when it was already dusk.

The world at dusk should be warm, but for the world in the sinkhole, there is only darkness and cold. The sunset sun in the west could not shine here at all, and the vast field at the bottom of the pit and the entire mountain peak were shrouded in shadows, but the highest peak was still in the twilight, like a little candle flame.

Looking at the mountain road in the night, Ning Que silently breathed and prepared for battle, although Sangsang was unimaginably powerful, even the first one to preach was only a stubborn stone under her feet, but the hanging temple on this mountain peak, after all, is an unknowable place of Buddhism, inherited for countless years, with a profound heritage, who knows what kind of danger is hidden in it?

Sangsang suddenly stopped, turned to look at the way he came.

Ning Que was a little strange, and when she looked at her, she saw that the cliff that came down at noon today had become an incomparably distant scenery, and the snow between the cliffs had long been gone.

The cliffs around the sinkhole are extremely far from the bottom of the peak, and according to common thought, the cliff should have become an inconspicuous black line, but at this time it is still so high.

The long cliff was too high—the peak on which the Hanging Temple was located was taller than any other mountain in the surface world, but the peak was only level with the surface of the wasteland, and a little bit was exposed, which showed that the cliff that surrounded the sinkhole was as high as the peak, higher than all the other peaks in the world.

Ning Que and Sangsang stood here and looked around, feeling that the sinkhole was a huge dry well, and the high-risk cliff wall was the well wall, and the people standing at the bottom of the well were blocked by the well wall.

The people who live here have seen the sky round for generations, and the fields in the field are square and extremely regular.

Ning Que looked at the picture in front of him and thought with some shock.

Sang Sang was shocked, and only made such an evaluation of this magical world created by the Buddha.

"Sit in the well and watch the sky. ”

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The two did not continue to stay, and walked directly to the peaks by the night, and the mountain road hidden in the night forest and flowers was no longer so steep, but it was long and seemed to have no end.

The big black horse and the carriage were left on the ground, and the things that could not be separated from the body were naturally carried by Ning Que, and from the moment Sang Sang Haomai decided to come to the Hanging Temple to confirm the life and death of the Buddha, he made clear his identity - he was a handyman, a porter, a cook, a foot washing technician, and a bed warmer.

He has no opinion on this, the two of them live a life, they always need someone outside the home and someone inside the home, since the wife has the ability to live outside, what does it matter if he is inside the house?

The heavy arrow box and iron knife, the big black umbrella and the Buddha chessboard, which was very obstructively shaped, were very carefully arranged by him, and packed into his luggage, which was now on his back.

The luggage was too heavy, and the mountain trail between the peaks was so long, even if he practiced Haoran Qi, his body was not good, and his strength was great, he still felt a little hard.

This mountain peak is too big, there are too many yellow temples hidden in the mountains and forests, and it is said that the moon wheel country is the prosperous era of Buddhism, and there is a view of the seventy-two temples of smoke and rain, and he and Sangsang have seen more than this number of temples in half an hour. Since Sang Sang is here to find people, he naturally has to go to every temple, which means that he has to walk a longer distance, which means that Ning Que has to walk a longer distance with his heavy luggage, and he is climbing the hill.

When passing by each temple, Sang Sang didn't look closely, and couldn't see what method she was looking for, and when the two of them walked to a certain cliff, Ning Que finally sat on the stone.

"Let's take a break and then go. ”

Wiped his sweat and gasped, he said, "I don't think it's a problem to look for it like this." ”

Sang Sang naturally didn't get tired, but just like on the way after leaving Momoyama, she felt a little tired, a little tired, and most of the time she walked between the peaks, she was walking with her eyes closed, looking like she was really sleeping, and of course, she did look like a blind man walking.

Listening to Ning Que's words, she said indifferently: "You just want me to die like that?"

Ning Que understood why she was in a hurry to confirm the life and death of the Buddha, if the Buddha was still alive, he was the only existence in the world that could threaten her now, she had to kill the Buddha while she was still strong enough, otherwise it would be extremely dangerous when she ascended to heaven and returned to the kingdom of God or became a mortal.

In this case, her words made sense, but he felt bored, covered his forehead and said: "Can you change the word? You have said it so many times, are you tired of it? Can you not look for life and death at every turn? Although we are husband and wife, you can't really treat yourself as an ordinary woman." ”

Sang Sang ignored him and said, "If I want to find someone, I will naturally find it, but what about the person you are looking for?"

Ning Que came to the Hanging Temple mainly to accompany her, but he also came to find someone.

Outside the academy, the seventh senior sister specially explained to him and asked him to come here to see if the proud man was still so proud when he bowed down in front of the Buddha now.

Walking all the way from the foot of the mountain, Sang Sang searched for hundreds of yellow temples in the second half of the mountain, but he always just followed, and he couldn't see that he was looking for someone.

He said, "Senior Brother will definitely not practice Buddhism here, so why bother. ”

Sangsang asked, "Why?"

Ning Que said with certainty: "Senior brother is such a genius, who is qualified to teach him in the Hanging Temple? He must be reading the Buddhist scriptures on his own in the peak temple, how can he be in these broken temples at the bottom of the mountain." ”

Sangsang thought for a moment, looked at him and said, "Idiot. ”

Ning Que thought to himself that his reasoning was so reasonable, just think of it, and actually call me an idiot? This is really unbearable, and Aunt Xiao can't bear it.

"What kind of idiot am I?" he asked, annoyed.

Sangsang ignored him, and continued to walk towards the peak with his hands behind his back.

Ning Que picked up the heavy luggage, ran behind her, and angrily kept asking himself where he was an idiot? Knowing that your man likes to scold people the most, how can you scold your man for being an idiot for no reason?

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Searching all the way, the night temple is deserted.

The two searched all the hundreds of yellow temples in the dozens of cliffs below the peak, but still found nothing, and finally came to the top, and the night had passed at this time.

The new morning sun was still lying on the surface of the wasteland, and the morning light first illuminated the cliff to the west, followed by the peak, as if the wick of the candle that had been extinguished overnight was ignited, and then the light spread from the peak to the bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the bell rang, and the Buddha woke up. (To be continued)