The wheelchair is not big, but the viewer sits in it and it seems very spacious, because he is very thin now, even if he is wrapped in a blanket, it does not occupy much space, just like the great man can be put down with only a box after he dies, of course, we cannot use this to deny the greatness of that person's life.

He quietly looked at the gray sky, the sky fell in his eyes, slightly dim, he was no longer as high-spirited as the day he entered Chang'an City, he was now a candle in the wind, and he was spending his last years.

If we don't think about the question of good and evil, morality, or the future of mankind, of course, the Lord is a great man, and even if he has become a wasted person now, what he has to do in his last years is still a great thing.

Put Haotian in his own planning, who dares to say that this is not great?

Long Qing responded in a low voice beside him, was silent for a long time, and couldn't help but ask, "What if?"

The viewer said, "There is no contingency. ”

He is the most amazing figure in the Dao Sect for thousands of years, he is the most devout believer of Haotian, even if he is calculating Haotian, he is still like this, he will never doubt that Haotian is omnipotent.

"No one can kill Haotian, Master can't, and Buddha can't either. ”

Long Qing looked at the gray sky and said, "But the Buddha put Haotian into that chessboard. ”

The contemplator said, "In that chessboard is the Buddha's blissful world, although I have seen the Buddha's nirvana, but I know what nirvana is, I know what he wants to do, but in vain. ”

Long Qing said: "The disciple is puzzled. ”

The contemplator said, "Haotian knows everything and can do anything. Even if she thinks she doesn't know, she still knows, the sky can't be calculated, and there is a heavenly heart, and her heavenly heart is between that chessboard, and she wants to go herself, otherwise why would she look for the traces of the Buddha in the world?"

Long Qing asked, "Why is Haotian looking for that chessboard?"

The Lord said, "Because that chessboard will allow her to return to the kingdom of God." ”

Long Qing said: "The disciple still doesn't understand. ”

The Lord said, "Don't say you don't understand, she doesn't understand herself. ”

Long Qing frowned slightly and said, "But teacher, you understand. ”

"Because Haotian gave me instructions. ”

The viewer pointed to the dark sky and said, "It's not that the Daomen wants to calculate Haotian, and it's not that I want to use the Buddha's situation to kill Haotian. It's Haotian who wants to go back. ”

Long Qing was silent for a long time, he understood what the Lord meant, even if the Buddha killed Haotian on the chessboard, it would only mean helping Haotian return to the purest rules.

It's just that...... Is this really her own idea? Or is it the idea of Haotian in the Kingdom of God? What is the relationship between her and Haotian in the Kingdom of God? Who is the real Haotian?

"It's all Haotian. The viewer said.

"If the Buddha is really in the chessboard, suppressing Haotian forever, or even occupying it, that is, not killing her, and not letting her come out, then how can she return to the kingdom of God?"

Long Qing said: "The first lecture on the scriptures said a year ago that there is only Buddha fate, and there is no providence. ”

Hearing what he said, the viewer couldn't help but laugh, and the smile was very happy. Innocent. It's like a child who steals a gift in a treehouse and even sheds tears.

"Except for Haotian himself...... Where is there such a thing as eternity? She either dies in it and returns to the kingdom of God, or she comes out alive and returns to the kingdom of God. ”

The viewer took the handkerchief handed over by Long Qing. Wiping away the tears on his face, he said with a smile: "Who can trap the sky? How can the sky be trapped? Even if you can escape the heavens, how can you escape the heart of the heavens? Even if you can escape this heaven, how can you escape that heaven? Even Haotian can't escape her own mind. Not to mention what kind of shit Buddha there is, it's ridiculous. ”

Long Qing still didn't understand, if Haotian died on the chessboard, or if he could turn into rules and return to the kingdom of God, why was the Lord so sure that even if she came out alive, she would return to the kingdom of God?

The viewer was a little cold, and raised his thin right hand.

The middle-aged Taoist man was behind the wheelchair and did not speak, and at this time he pushed the wheelchair towards the stone house.

The viewer left a sentence of explanation for Longqing, and then closed his eyes tiredly and began to recuperate.

"Sue Xiong Chumo, let's start preparing. ”

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Morning bells and dusk drums, spring flowers and autumn fruits, kimchi and rice, black crows and streams, Buddhist scriptures and the sky, lakes and white pagodas, time and space, seem to be flowing and still.

Ning Que finished reading hundreds of Buddhist scriptures, and began to read the notes left by the previous generation of monks, practicing silently with the sound of the bell, the Dharma gradually deepened, and his mind was as natural and quiet as a well, and there were no traces of water.

Sangsang is still looking at the sky, sometimes in the small courtyard, sometimes by the lake, sometimes at the messy sky in the stream, sometimes at the quiet sky in the lake, no matter how you look at it, you can't get tired of looking at it.

Early one morning, Ning Que came to the Baita Temple after making breakfast, and talked to the demented monk called Qingban Monk as usual, and then went to the meditation room to read the scriptures.

Looking at a wonderful place in the Buddhist scriptures, he had a happy and peaceful thought, and he only felt that his Zen heart was transparent, and he listened to the bell from the temple in the distance, as if he wanted to forget his troubles and sorrows.

Suddenly, he saw a shadow on the wall, which was the shadow left on the wall by the candlelight falling on him, and the shadow was sitting cross-legged, as if he was practicing.

Only then did he realize that the sky outside the window was dark, and it was late at night, and he couldn't help but secretly sigh that Buddhism is really wonderful, and reading Buddhist scriptures can forget the passage of time, and naturally can forget sorrow and suffering.

Sang Sang didn't come to Baita Temple with him today, thinking that she was still waiting at home for her to go back to make dinner, Ning Que put away the Buddhist scriptures on the table, blew out the candles, and prepared to leave.

Just as he crossed the threshold, he suddenly retracted his steps.

He stood in silence for a long time, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

He wanted to turn back, but he didn't dare to turn back, and he had an extremely strong feeling in his heart that as long as he turned back, something terrible would happen, and the good life would be gone forever.

He struggled for a long time, but finally turned around.

Because he is curious, it is the most conquering emotion for human beings.

Ning Que saw the shadow on the wall again.

He did not read the sutras at the table, and the candles on the table had been extinguished. The stars above the temple were obscured by clouds, and it was overcast, yet ...... The shadow is still there.

This is not his shadow, then whose shadow is it.

Ning Que looked at the shadow, was silent again for a long time, and then walked towards the wall.

His steps were heavy, and his expression was heavy.

Walking to the wall, he observed in silence for a long time, and even reached out to touch it, and found that there was nothing strange about this shadow. It's pure shadows, you can only see them, you can't touch them.

The shade is the shadow of the tree, and the sundial is the shadow of the sun. Yin is the shadow of the mountain, whose shadow is it? How can there be a shadow in the world that exists alone?

Ning Que thought for a moment and sat down cross-legged in front of this shadow.

It wasn't until he sat down cross-legged that he realized that this was his own shadow, because it was exactly the same.

Earlier, he was sitting at his desk and saw the shadow crossed on his knees, as if he was practicing Buddha, but he didn't pay attention.

He suddenly remembered that he was on the stone wall deep in the cliff cave of the Hanging Temple. I once saw a shadow.

It was the shadow of Master Rinpoche.

Could it be that he has become a Buddha by himself? Have you reached the realm of Lotus back then?

Ning Que was a little surprised, sat on a lotus flower in the sea of knowledge, made a big mudra, and began to cultivate Buddhism.

He was a little worried that the shadow would fade away, so he wanted to strengthen it.

Just for a moment. He then entered the state of meditation in which things and self are forgotten.

However, to his shock, the shadow on the wall suddenly struggled!

The shadow stopped crossing his knees and stood up against the wall, arms raised. Pushing towards the top of his head, as if he was going to hold up something very heavy, no, this shadow seemed to be about to break through the sky!

The sky was too heavy, and the shadow did not succeed, and began to hold its head and twist its body constantly, twisting into all kinds of strange shapes, which seemed extremely painful.

The shadow continued to struggle, like a black flame, burning on the white wall, spitting flames, as if in a strange dance, to make the heavens and the earth dance with it!

Ning Que looked at the shadow of the painful struggle in a daze, for some reason, he could feel the pain of the other party, and what made him feel even more cold was that from the struggles of the shadow, he felt a deep unwillingness and anger, that unwillingness and anger were so desperate, and the whole world was going to cry with despair.

A strong bitterness rushed to the eyebrows, and Ning Que cried like this.

At this moment, the bell rang in the White Pagoda Temple.

The evening class should have ended long ago, why is there a bell ringing in the temple?

The bell is so melodious, it can clear the heart and calm the mind.

Listening to the bell, Ning Que gradually calmed down.

The shadow on the wall also calmed down, but in an instant, the shadow struggled again, and because of the bell, it became even more crazy and violent!

Buzz bang!

It was not the bell in the temple, but the voice in Ning Que's head, and he felt as if someone was holding a sharp giant axe in his head, slashing at his skull!

An indescribable extreme pain spread from the top of his head to his body, his face was pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't cry out in pain!

The bell in the temple stopped, and there was silence.

The bell in Ning Que's head was still ringing, and the giant axe was still cutting at his skull, as if it was going to split his head, and he was holding his head and rolling on the ground in pain!

What's going on?

Because of the intense pain, his sweat soaked his clothes, and his mind was a little trance-like, and he didn't notice that in the deepest part of his sea of consciousness, several fragments of consciousness became extremely bright, as if they were about to explode.

The only consciousness he had left was to find the man who had the axe in his head, and he was going to kill that person, and he was going to get rid of this terrible pain!

He climbed to the wall with difficulty, looked at the shadow that was struggling wildly, drew his iron knife, and slashed it down with all his strength, he knew that this qiē must have something to do with this shadow, and he was going to hack him to death!

The iron knife fell on the wall, the smoke and dust rose, and the stone bricks flew wildly, but the shadow was still there, still before his eyes.

At this moment, a bell suddenly rang in the heavenly dome extremely high above the Night Temple.

The bell fell into the meditation room, on his body, and on his heart.

This bell is another great axe.

Someone slashed at him with an axe in his head.

Someone slashed in the sky with an axe.

He hunched in the corner, his face pale, his eyes scattered and painful, as if he were going to die at any moment.

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