(Today's monthly pass, tomorrow's monthly pass, November's monthly pass, all the monthly passes in everyone's hands this year, all the monthly passes in everyone's hands, you have to give it to me, broken thoughts...... ）

The statue of the stone Venerable in the hall was originally painted with gold paint, but after many years, the gold paint peeled off, revealing the stone inside, which looked merciful but terrifying under the dim light.

Ning Que looked at one stone venerable statue, and then looked at another, engrossed, completely forgetful, not feeling hungry or thirsty at all, nor the slightest sleepiness, his hands kept changing in front of him.

It wasn't until he had seen all the four stone statues that he stopped moving his hands, picked up the futon and sat down in front of the temple threshold, facing the night of the temple, closing his eyes and starting to meditate on the aftertaste.

Unconsciously, the night passed, and the autumn rain landed in the ancient temple again, rushing out of the thin mist, so that the faint morning light shone the eaves of the Buddha hall clearly.

The clear and long bell of the main hall of the former temple is transmitted to the distant apse.

Ning Que opened his eyes, his eyes were full of crystal, and then gradually returned to normal.

Looking at the autumn rain outside the threshold, he raised his right arm, followed his thoughts, and stretched out his head very casually.

The autumn wind in front of the hall was blowing, the rain was uneasy, and quietly, in the heavy rain curtain, a huge blank suddenly appeared, and there was not a drop of rain in that space, looking extremely dry.

If you look closely, the blank space in the autumn rain happens to be the shape of a palm.

I don't know how long it took, the breath that lingered in front of the Buddha hall gradually faded, and the autumn rain that swept sideways and did not dare to fall drifted into the range of the invisible palm prints, and returned to normal.

Ning Que didn't understand until this time what he had realized and gained in one night, and he couldn't help but feel a little agitated when he looked at the heavy autumn rain outside the hall.

"Fearless, meditative, demonic, and reciting ...... I really didn't expect that you would be able to comprehend the four true mudras of my Buddhism in one night. ”

Outside the hall, there was a weak but unconcealed surprise voice from Master Qishan.

Ning Que turned around and bowed to the master, making a big salute.

There are many things he wants to thank, and last night he visited the Buddha in the temple for a whole night, and the master guarded him outside the hall for a whole night.

Master Qishan looked at Ning Que and sighed with emotion.

Even a person with a deep Buddha affinity and a high level of understanding cannot comprehend the subtlety of the four true mudras of Buddhism overnight, because the Buddhist mudra is not the Dharma, and the Buddha cultivator cannot go around the obstacle of knowledge and vision.

However, the perception barrier did not seem to have any effect on Ning Que.

Master Qishan felt that the aura of Liansheng's junior brother in Ning Que's body was much fainter than yesterday, and he understood the real reason why he was able to overcome the obstacle of knowledge.

Because of these obstacles, Lotus Sheng had already crossed it back then.

Master Qishan looked at Ning Que and thought sadly, "Senior brother, you are constantly and truly leaving this world, is this how you continue to exist in this world?"

Delegations from various countries have arrived in Washan one after another, and they have been meeting in the former temple to discuss the southern invasion of the deserted people, and the practitioners have been discussing what they have seen and heard in Washan a few days ago in the middle temple, recalling the scene of the day in awe and excitement, and at the same time speculating whether there will be any big people in the Yu Lan Festival in the next few days.

Ning Que and Sang Sang naturally ignored these things, although they were invited to participate in the Yu Lan Festival. They read Buddhist scriptures in the back temple of Langke Temple, looked at Buddha statues, and visited the Buddhist wall law in the halls with Master Qishan, and lived an unusually peaceful life, that is, their state of mind has become much quieter.

He still asked Master Qishan about the Yulan Festival, after all, the origin of this grandest festival in the world is somewhat peculiar and there is a legend that the Buddha Light Town suppresses the underworld, so he is very curious.

"Where can the Buddha sect have the ability to suppress the underworld, the earliest time was just to pray that the night would not come, and then gradually evolved into a gathering of the strong people in the cultivation world to discuss how to deal with it, but countless years have passed, and the night has never come, and the legend of the invasion of the underworld has become a real legend, where are there still practitioners who care?" Master Qishan smiled and said: "There is a gathering of practitioners every year during the Yu Lan Festival, and the time is not fixed, although I have lost the original intention, my Buddhism does not want to lose the opportunity to show myself." ”

"The Moon Wheel Country is known as the Seventy-two Temples of Smoke and Rain, and it is also said that it is a famous temple, if you want to count those ordinary temples, I am afraid that it will exceed a thousand, and it is adjacent to the Western Wasteland, and it is much closer to the Hanging Temple, why didn't the Buddha Sect hold the Yu Lan Festival in the Moon Wheel Country back then, such as the White Pagoda Temple?"

Ning Que asked puzzled.

Master Qishan asked, "Do you know where the first big temple built by the Hanging Temple in the world back then?"

Ning Que shook his head.

Master Qishan pointed to the eaves of the hall under the railing and said, "This is the place." ”

Ning Que was slightly surprised, thinking to himself what the truth is?

Master Qishan knew what he was thinking and explained, "Because this place is the closest to the Hanging Temple. ”

Ning Que thought to himself that the Hanging Temple was far away in the depths of the extreme western wasteland, and the Rotten Ke Temple was located in the southeast, and the coastline could be seen from the peak of the tile mountain, and the distance between the two places was obviously the farthest distance in the world, why did the master say that it was the closest?

Master Qishan smiled and said: "It is rumored that when the Buddha traveled to the southeast, when the disciple was playing chess in the mountains, he suddenly had a sense, pointed to the bottom of the mountain from the peak, and determined the location of the Rotten Ke Temple, and the reason why this is so is because the Rotten Ke Temple where we are now has some kind of faint similarity with the Hanging Temple. ”

Faintly connected, these six words have a deep meaning, but Ning Que still doesn't understand. Master Qishan turned around and pointed to the apse and said, "It is said that countless years ago, the Buddha realized the supreme method of unhindered space passage, so he built a simple stone pagoda there, which allowed monks to reach the Pure Land in the extreme west. ”

Ning Que was shocked and said: "I've only heard that the Tang Dynasty military and the Xiling Temple have some special and powerful rune formations that can transmit simple information, but I've never heard of any formations that can transmit people to distant places, isn't this the legendary realm of no distance?"

Master Qishan said: "There is no apocalypse in Buddhism, and naturally there is no unparalleled saying, but with the Buddha's ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth, it is not too unimaginable to make such a thing." ”

Ning Que thought about the adventure between himself and Sangsang on the Buddha's chessboard that day, and thought about the Buddha's notebook that he hadn't left these days, and he also believed a little more in his heart, and asked nervously: "What about the magic circle now?"

Master Qishan smiled slightly, and said: "No matter how merry it is, it is always beaten by the wind and rain, no matter how powerful the Buddha is, tens of thousands of years have passed, and the mana he left behind has long since dissipated without a trace, and the simple stone tower in the legend has long been turned into a monk in the Flying Ash Temple, and later built a Buddha hall in the position of the stone tower in the rumor, which is the apse, not to mention the traces of the old years, even a trace of Buddha traces have been found. ”

Hearing this, Ning Que couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

In the face of time, the only thing that can last forever is death.

The entire Washan belongs to all the Buddhist gates of the Langke Temple, although the temple has not been expanded to include the Washan within the temple walls, but the area of the temple has been extremely open. To walk all the way from the wide field in front of the temple to the Buddha hall of the back temple, it takes at least one pillar of incense to imagine the scale of this temple.

The ancient temple is divided into threefold, the front temple in the temple and the back temple, in addition to the majestic and solemn main gate and the wide field in front of the temple, there are two extremely magnificent Buddha halls, the area of the middle temple is relatively small, scattered nearly ten Buddha halls, the area of the back temple is the smallest, it is also the most secluded, there is only one apse.

The autumn rain is still continuing, the monks in the temple are busy preparing for the Yu Lan Festival, the envoys of various countries are still discussing enthusiastically or fiercely, the practitioners are still learning from each other, the front temple is solemn and tense, and the sword shadow in the middle temple is lively.

Only the back temple is still quiet, and Ning Que, who has the leisure time to study Buddhism, occasionally takes Sangsang to the halls of the middle temple for a walk, they hold a big black umbrella and walk in the autumn rain, listening to the voices in each hall and smiling silently, no one notices their existence as long as he doesn't want people to notice.

They also went to the front temple, standing in the autumn tree pavilion to see the red-sleeved dance in the courtyard outside the temple, only to see those young and beautiful girls, drenched in sweat, clothes and temples shaking, feel extremely pleasing to the eye.

Looking at Xiaocao on the stage from afar, he kept commanding and reprimanding in a crisp voice, as if he already had a bit of Jane's style, Sang Sang couldn't help laughing.

Although the dance of the red sleeves is not as gorgeous and stunning as the neon dress, it has a little more auspiciousness of the Buddhist goddess, and it should be very successful.

Ning Que and Sang Sang just stood in the pavilion and watched from afar, and they didn't mean to meet with the Red Sleeve Dance Troupe. He also did not go to the Tang mission, the monks of the Zhenxi General Xian Zhi Langtong Guò Temple expressed their request to meet, but he really did not want to be disturbed by the worldly things now, and his rare peace of mind was disturbed.

When Master Qishan talked about Buddhist scriptures, he once said that Buddhism is a way to look at the world and a way to learn, but the most important thing is an attitude to life.

That kind of attitude to life was ridiculed by the master as shutting up, ridiculed by Liansheng as pretending to be a turtle, and ridiculed by the second senior brother as pretending to be dead, but the calm and silent self-control unique to Buddhism has its own touching features.

Now that Sangsang is gradually recovering from his serious illness, Ning Que has also gained from studying Buddhism, and his state of mind is naturally peaceful, and he later recalled that the short few days in the autumn of the sixteenth year of the Apocalypse in the Rotten Ke Temple were the most peaceful and joyful time in his life, but at that time he realized that this calm and joy was only a poignant comfort.

The first day of the Yu Lan Festival.

Tourists from all over the world come one after another, the town in front of Washan is very lively, and the Guanglu field in front of the Langke Temple is even more crowded, I don't know how many pairs of shoes have been trampled on, if it is not for the monks and the soldiers sent by the local government to maintain order together, there is no way to perform on the Guanglu field, and the ceremony cannot be carried out.

All the countries of the Central Plains sent a viewing group and guests to perform, and the floats on the tour triggered a burst of applause, and the Red Sleeve Dance Troupe from Chang'an City easily won the greatest applause and applause.

After that, the abbot of the temple led the monks to pray for the blessing of the world, and then there was a priest of the temple presided over the worship of the heavens, and countless believers knelt on the ground, and the scene was extremely solemn.

Ning Que and Sang Sang didn't go to join in the fun, they stood on the railing of the back temple hall, condescending and looking at the excitement under the mountain from a distance. Looking at this scene, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "Can this also be mixed and matched?"

After the ceremony, the girls with red sleeves began to dance.

The applause and cheers in front of the temple suddenly broke through the sky.

Several high-ranking old monks in the Rotten Ke Temple, looking at the girls dancing on the stage, with delicate and solemn faces, I don't know if they remembered the story many years ago, but their eyes were wet.

Ning Que looked at the front of the temple and said with emotion: "After a few decades, the old temple of the ancient temple finally saw the dance of the Scattered Flower Heavenly Maiden again, fortunately, Liansheng is dead, and I want to come to this time the Rotten Ke Temple can spend it peacefully." ”