A moment later, a man and a horse woke up from the shock, the big black horse was completely unable to resist the instinctive fear, turned around and prepared to continue the escape, but Ning Que was still looking at the picture under the cliff in a daze.

The Hanging Temple is an unknowable place, even practitioners only vaguely know that this Buddhist holy place is far away in the depths of the extreme western wilderness, and it is rarely visited, because of the name of the Hanging Temple, many people naturally guess that the Hanging Temple must be built on the Hanging Island that only exists in the legendary gods.

Who would have thought that instead of being suspended in the sky, the Hanging Temple was under the ground? Ning Que looked at the mountain in the distance that hid his big body under the ground, and he was puzzled.

At this moment, at the cliff in the southwest direction, countless white morning mist suddenly drooped, the fog was slightly wet, heavier than the air, and slowly fell from the cliff to the bottom of the sinkhole, looking like a white waterfall.

The sinkhole was originally heavy with moisture, self-generated fog miasma, at this time it merged into the surface of countless morning mist, suddenly became white, the majestic mountain peak was covered with clouds and mist, and the mountainside could not be seen at all, as if it disappeared, looking at the luck from the black carriage, it was like becoming a suspended island floating in the clouds, and the yellow temple between the peaks and peaks of the island appeared and disappeared in the fog, like a fairyland of the Buddha country.

Ning Que looked at the shocking magical picture in front of him, and said with emotion: "It turns out that this is the origin of the Hanging Temple. ”

The big black horse lowered his head and kicked the ground lightly, not daring to make any sound, but his mood was extremely anxious and nervous, secretly thinking that even if the holy land of Buddhism was wonderful, it was not worth taking such a big risk.

Ning Que didn't think it was risky. With his eyesight, he looked at the peaks in the sinkhole in the distance, and he could only see the general appearance of those yellow temples, so from the peaks to the ground. The black carriage was about the size of a grain of black sand, and it would not attract the attention of the monks in the Hanging Temple at all.

He walked back to the carriage, took out an iron cylinder-shaped object from his luggage, stretched his hands slightly with force, and then leaned into his right eye, looking at the mountain peaks beneath the ground in the distance.

The iron cylinder was a stargazing mirror designed by him and then carefully built by the fourth and sixth senior brothers, and a total of two were made, one of which honored the teacher. There was another one that he naturally carried with him.

When the master used this mirror to gaze at the stars for the first time, he renamed it a telescope according to its effect, and Ning Que didn't know about it yet. But he knew that the mirror was meant to look into the distance.

The clouds and mist in the sinkhole flow very fast, the yellow temples in the mountain peaks appear and disappear from time to time, and sometimes you can occasionally see the world below the mountainside, Ning Que held the telescope and looked at the scenery that was magnified many times in the circular field of vision. Looking at the monks who were doing morning classes on the stone in front of the temple, they were silent.

There was probably a wind howling upwards from the bottom of the sinkhole, and the thick clouds on the mountainside were blown away a lot, and Ning Que saw the picture under the mountainside through the guò telescope. It was discovered that under the mountainside of this giant peak. It is actually a terraced field with layers on top of each other, and it is impossible to count how many layers there are, depending on the color of the plants in the field. It should be difficult to grow cold rice in the wasteland, and then he found that there was a river at the bottom of the sinkhole, and there were farmhouses.

Ning Que held the telescope and silently observed the Hanging Temple, the expression on his face became more and more solemn, and the hands holding the iron circle became more and more stiff.

Based on the momentary picture he saw, he simply calculated that there were probably more than 1,000 monks in the Hanging Temple, and there were at least more than 100,000 people living in the huge field at the bottom of the sinkhole.

How many years has the Hanging Temple existed, presumably how many years those mortals have lived at the bottom of the sinkhole, I don't know how many generations have been in the damp and dark underground without seeing the light of day, hard work, hard work, and hard work, in order to maintain the existence of the Hanging Temple, Ning Que believes that even if it is a devout Buddhist believer, it is impossible to endure such torture forever, and the monks in the Hanging Temple must have their own means to drive these farmers like livestock, in this sense, those farmers are more like the serfs that have long been abolished in the Central Plains.

In a very short period of time, many images appeared in Ning Que's mind, such as the fugitive slave who was pierced through the shoulder blade by the iron cable, the disrespectful Buddha who died in the cold rice field, the more than 100,000 poor mortals who knelt down in front of the mountain peak, and the arrogant and luxurious life of the monks in the temple...... He put down his binoculars and looked at the Hanging Temple in the clouds and mist, frowning slightly.

Sang Sang lifted the curtain of the car and saw the picture in front of him, shocked and speechless.

Ning Que handed her the binoculars and said, "Take a look and leave, it's not in vain for us to come to the Hanging Temple." ”

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If Ning Que was a wise and brave man, he might climb down the cliff and sneak to the miserable world under the clouds, launch those serfs to revolt and overthrow this deformed Hanging Temple with ant caves, or he would sneak into the Hanging Temple to find the treasures that Buddhism has accumulated for an unknown number of years.

But he is not this kind of person, after making some observations of the Hanging Temple, he did not think about it at all, and let the big black horse take the carriage and leave the cliff at the edge of the sinkhole and quietly leave in the opposite direction.

Although the treasure is good, it also depends on whether there is a life to take it, everyone has curiosity, if he is still a simple Mr. Thirteen before the Rotten Ke Temple, he will go to the Hanging Temple to wander around, anyway, even if the monks in the temple catch him, they must not dare to kill him at will, but now he is taking Sangsang, although the world is big, there seems to be no place to stay, let alone the holy place of Buddhism that wants to kill Sangsang in the Rotten Ke Temple?

The black carriage stalked quietly, and after a while, it returned to the place where they had set out, only slightly off, just past the linden tree.

Ning Que looked at the Bodhi tree outside the car window and said, "That should be the place where the Buddha passed away." ”

Sang Sang looked at this green tree with a gray trunk and leaves like a futon, thinking that in such a cold autumn, there could be such a lonely tree in the wasteland, which was really a little magical, and he thought that he couldn't help but be surprised to see the place where the Buddha passed away recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.

Ning Que said with a smile: "Your current identity is no worse than that of the Buddha, so you don't need to be too in awe of him." ”

After the Buddha's light on the peak of Washan Mountain descended on the Rotten Ke Temple, life and death were dangerous all the way, and the two had no chance to discuss that matter, or they didn't want to discuss that matter, but after all, it was impossible to be silent all the time.

Sang Sang was silent for a long time and whispered, "Will I really ruin this world?"

Ning Que thought about the Hanging Temple he had seen before, thought about the cruel truths he had guessed, and said, "I don't know and don't care, but if it's that kind of world, it doesn't seem to matter if it's ruined." ”

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