The Buddha country woke up, and countless monks in the Yellow Temple also woke up, but the so-called Sangsang is in hand, I have it in the world, Ning Que will be worried about being discovered by the Hanging Temple, and he is still looking around like last night. He would walk into each Yellow Temple and observe carefully to see if there was any trace of his senior brother, which was a very time-consuming thing, so now it was Sangsang's turn to feel troublesome.

On a cliff covered by green vines, she turned to look at Ning Que and said, "Are you looking for Jun Mo?"

Ning Que said: "Of course, I don't have the ability to help you find the Buddha. ”

Sangsang said: "Idiot. ”

After saying this, she continued to walk towards the cliff flat. Ning Que was stunned, not as annoyed and angry as last night, but puzzled, thinking why did she say that she was an idiot?

Tsing Yi moved forward, Qingteng separated by itself, Sangsang Shi Ran walked by, Ning Que took advantage of the fact that before Qingteng swung back, he quickened his pace and followed, and then found that there was something strange on the side of Yaping......

There is an unknown tree on the side of the cliff, the green cover shades the light, it is very quiet, there is a very small temple behind the pine, the yellow paint has already been recorded, the stone steps are full of dust, it seems that no one has been here for many years.

All the way from the bottom of the peak, no matter which big temple, it is either golden or glorious, or solemn and sacred, Ning Que and Sang Sang have never seen such a dilapidated temple, this is strange.

What made Ning Que feel even more strange was that he felt that there was a faint familiar aura coming from the broken temple, and he and Sang Sang had cultivated Buddha in the Rotten Ke Temple, and they could perceive the supreme Buddha nature in the breath.

That trace of Buddha nature is very pure and compassionate, and it is very powerful, even stronger than the Buddha nature they felt in the temples last night combined, how can a temple with such pure Buddha nature be so broken? How could the monks in the Hanging Temple forget this temple? Who used to live in this broken temple?

Could this be where Sangsang is looking for? Could it be that the Buddha is hiding here?

Standing under the tree by the cliff, Ning Que looked at the dilapidated small temple, suddenly felt a little cold, and subconsciously leaned over to Sang Sang's side and asked, "Is this here?"

Sang Sang's expression was a little solemn but he didn't speak, and walked directly to the temple.

The temple door was pushed open, and with a creak, the cobwebs were about to fall, and a fresh breeze beckoned, sweeping away the endless abyss under the cliff.

After coming in, Ning Que found that this was a fake temple, and what he saw when he stood on the cliff was the front face of the temple, and there was not even a Zen temple in it, only a corridor full of dust.

The corridor leads to the cliff wall, and there is a deep hole in the wall.

Ning Que's mood became more and more nervous, but Sang Sang's expression remained unchanged, and he walked directly into the cave, looking around with his hands behind his back, with a touch of irritability on his face.

The cave was very quiet and dry, and the furnishings inside were unusually simple, even simpler than the cliff cave where Ning Que was retreating in the mountain behind the academy, with only a futon.

The futon lay quietly in front of the deepest cave wall, full of dust, and the threads between it had long been broken, Ning Que felt that as long as his breath was a little stronger, the futon would disperse.

On the stone wall opposite the futon, there is a shadow on the other side of the futon, and if you look closely, you can see that the shadow is a human figure, and you can even faintly see the flowing clouds of the robe at the edge.

A long time ago, there was a monk who sat here and faced the wall, he sat for countless years, and even imprinted his figure on the stone wall, which monk is this?

Ning Que was shocked.

Sangsang didn't pay attention to who the enlightened monk who was facing the wall here back then, and she knew at a glance that that person was definitely not the Buddha she was looking for, so she was a little irritable.

"You're too slow, don't follow me. ”

With that, she walked out of the cave.

Ning Que looked at her back and asked, "I'm also looking for someone." ”

Sangsang didn't look back and said, "Idiot. ”

Ning Que was too lazy to get angry and said, "Even if it's an idiot, I'm going to find someone, what if we get lost?"

Sangsang said, "I can find you. ”

Sang Sang left, and Ning Que was the only one left in the cave, he looked at the shadow on the stone wall and shook his head, ready to leave, but slowly stopped at the entrance of the cave.

Before, under the cliff tree, he felt that the breath coming from this ruined temple was very familiar, but at this time in the cave, this feeling became more and more obvious, that is, the shadow on the stone wall, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Ning Que thought about it, turned around and walked back to the depths of the cave, looked at the shadow on the stone wall, and meditated for a long time, until he felt a little tired, and then sat down on the ground.

He forgot that the futon in front of the stone wall was already old, and where could he afford to sit on, and as soon as his body touched the futon, the futon scattered into countless pampas grass, floating everywhere.

"What's this called?"

Ning Que looked at the grass all over the ground, shook his head helplessly, reached out and gathered all the loose grass in one place, and then naturally took out the needle and thread from the luggage, and began to do the sewing work very skillfully.

It didn't take long for the futon to be mended by him. He tried it to make sure that the futon would no longer be broken, so he tucked it under his hips and sat down to look at the shadow on the stone wall.

The shadow on the stone wall is branded by the Buddha nature of the previous generation of monks, it is indeed a very magical Dharma, if it is in the temples of the world, it will inevitably be worshiped by countless Buddhist believers, but what does this have to do with him?

Ning Que didn't know why the shadow on the stone wall had such a big attraction to him, and when his eyes fell on it, he didn't want to leave, he always felt that there were countless wonders waiting for him to discover.

Standing tired so sitting, sitting and watching for a long time, also a little tired, so he hugged his knees, rested his head on his arms, after a while, he changed his posture again, with his hands on his jaw and quietly looked at the stone wall, just like those children in the countryside watching social dramas, watching with relish.

In the process of looking at the wall, Ning Que did not cross his knees, did not raise the lotus seat, did not knot the mudra, did not meditate, and looked very casual, looking like he was in a daze.

But in fact, he sat on the lotus flower in the sea of consciousness, made a mudra, and the Dharma that he had seen in the Ranke Monastery and learned from Master Qishan kept drifting through his heart, but he didn't meditate.

I don't know how long it took, Sang Sang returned to the dark cave, she had been looking for a long time in the three halls of the Hanging Temple, but she still didn't find the person.

Seeing Ning Que stunned at the stone wall, her eyes lit up slightly, but she didn't say anything, she turned around and walked out of the cave again, this time she went to the main hall of the Discipline Academy in Xifeng.

There are countless towering ancient trees on the west peak, but there is still no trace of Buddha, her expression has become more and more solemn, standing on the root of the ancient tree sticking out of the cliff, looking at the sun on the sky, silent.

If the sky can't be calculated, there will be no heavenly opportunity, and where should the heart of heaven fall?

Sang Sang returned to the remote cliff again, walked into the dilapidated temple power, and came behind Ning Que.

Ning Que was still staring at the shadow on the stone wall in a daze.

Sangsang left again, this time to the eastern peak, which was full of jagged rocks, but still found nothing, she stood among the stones and looked at the sun in the sky, still silent.

She returned to the Old Temple Cave again.

Ning Que was still facing the wall.

She left again.

Come back again.

This has been the case countless times.

Although she is Haotian, she feels a little tired of it, and she feels a little puzzled, the sky can't be counted, she hasn't seen the heavens, why does the heart of heaven always fall by this guy's side?

Is he really inseparable from him?

Thinking of this possibility, Sang Sang looked at Ning Que's back, infinite disgust and irritability welled up in his eyes, eager to kill him, and then suppress him to the deepest part of the earth.

It's just that she can't kill after all, she still wants to continue to be her, so she can only wave her sleeves, don't take away a piece of dust, leave the cave again, and continue her search.

Ning Que didn't know that Sang Sang had ever had murderous thoughts, and he almost died, he still held his jaw and looked at the shadow on the stone wall, his expression kept changing, one moment quiet, one moment smiling.

The day passed like this, and when the sun set, the unknown green tree on the cliff gave birth to a white flower, which only opened for a moment, and then left the branch and fell to the ground.

This white flower fell between the cliffs, touched with the dust, and was blown up by the breeze outside the cliff, like a pair of invisible hands slowly held up, floated into the broken temple gate, floated to the stone wall in the cave, and gently fell on Ning Que's shoulder.

Ning Que stretched out his hand to pick the little white flower on his shoulder, his fingers gently stroked the delicate flower stalk, looked at the shadow on the stone wall and said with a smile: "It turns out that you used to learn Buddhism here. ”

With these words, the fragments of consciousness that had been sleeping for many years in the deepest part of his sea suddenly lit up, and then gradually faded away, like the most dazzling brilliance before the pearl grew old.

At dusk, the bell of the Hanging Temple rang again, echoing in every corner of the peak.

Ning Que woke up, bowed to the shadow on the stone wall, then got up and walked out of the cave, came to the green tree on the cliffside, and looked at the scenery of the Buddha country in front of him with a calm expression.

This old temple is the former residence of Liansheng, when Liansheng studied Buddhism in the Hanging Temple, he stayed on the wall of the cave for several years, leaving a shadow, and also left the legend of the Buddha's mountain gate protector in the world.

In the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, he inherited the mantle of the little uncle, and also inherited everything from Liansheng.

Before Liansheng died, he once said to him: "You have entered the demon, if you want to cultivate the demon, you must first cultivate the Buddha. "Then please be brave enough to go into the night, and though you have no chance of success, and you may die just after you hit the road, I still bless you and curse you. ”

Ning Que had long forgotten this passage, although he had practiced Buddhism with Master Qishan in the Rotten Ke Temple, but it was to treat Sangsang's illness, and he did not take the initiative to study Buddhism.

It wasn't until he came to the Hanging Temple today and meditated in front of the shadows on the stone wall for a day that he remembered that sentence and remembered Liansheng's confession, and he really made up for this extremely important lesson.

Facing the wall for a day, Ning Que has a lot of gains, although there is no change on the surface, the realm of cultivation is still in the realm of knowing fate, but he has planted a Bodhi seed in his heart, maybe when, that Bodhi seed will sprout and break the soil, open branches and leaves, and finally the green and green will cover the eyes of the sky and the Buddha.

In the twilight, Sangsang returned to the cliffside.

Ning Que said: "It seems that you still haven't found the ancestor. ”

Sangsang said: "You didn't find it either. ”

Ning Que said: "I forgot to find Senior Brother at all. ”

Sangsang said, "What are you doing?"

Ning Que said: "I'm looking good." ”

Sang Sang said indifferently: "What is the beauty of the remaining Buddha thoughts of an old monk?

Ning Que walked up to her, put the small white flower in his hand into her sideburns, and said happily: "It's so beautiful." ”

(The second chapter is really beautifully written, in other words, if Ning Que wants to be a heart thief, he really has potential.) (To be continued.)