At the top of Tile Mountain, there is silence.

The silver starlight, sprinkled among the mountains, seems to gild the huge stone Buddha with a layer of light and compassionate luster, a few wisps of night clouds slowly drift in front of the Buddha statue, faintly heard a few night bird chirps.

The Buddha chariot stops outside the cave, bearing the starlight, the Buddhist mantra embroidered on the curtain seems to be shining, the night breeze blows, those Buddhist scripture patterns seem to come to life, it seems to be more and more solemn and gorgeous.

Qu Ni Ma Di walked under the Buddha and whispered a few words, and it was vaguely seen that the senior monk seemed to shake his head, and Qu Ni Ma Di took the ascetic monks of the White Pagoda Temple to go down the mountain, and the was also among them.

The cultivators who came out of the cave were either confused or excited, and it took a long time for them to dissolve the words of Master Qishan when he called them out, and when they woke up, they bowed to the depths of the cave, and then bowed to the Buddha, then saluted to the black carriage, and then walked down the mountain.

The cultivators gradually left, and their figures disappeared into the night of Washan one by one, as if a chess game was over, and whether it was black or white, they were all lifted one by one, leaving only a clean chessboard.

Mo Shanshan walked to the black carriage and said, "You take Sangsang in, I live in the Rotten Ke Temple, and I need to go down the mountain, so I won't wait for you." ”

Ning Que said, "Do you want to wait a little longer and go down the mountain together?"

Mo Shanshan said: "It's enough to go up the mountain together, why go down the mountain together, no need." ”

With that, she drifted away.

Ning Que was silent for a moment, didn't think about it anymore, and helped Sang Sang out of the black carriage. Looking at the Buddha who looked a little lonely outside the house, his brows furrowed slightly, and he walked into the cave.

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Master Qishan stretched out two fingers and put them on Sangsang's wrists.

The master has been ill for a long time and his body is weak. The fingers are as thin as dry branches

Sangsang has been ill for a long time and his body is weak. The wrist is as thin as a reed stick.

Occasionally, the night wind leaked into the cave, and the oil lamp flickered slightly, and the master felt a chill. I couldn't help but cough violently. The trembling of his body passed down his fingers to Sang Sang's wrist, and Sang Sang couldn't help coughing.

Looking at this scene, Ning Que wanted to laugh again, but felt sad.

Master Qishan and Sangsang had a better mentality than him, and the old and the young looked at each other and laughed.

"It's a cold breath, as if it comes from the abyss. ”

Master Qishan's fingers slowly left Sangsang's wrist and said with a sigh.

Ning Que looked at the master. There was nothing unusual in his expression, only the clenched fists knew how nervous he was.

Master Qishan ignored him, looked at Sang Sang and said lovingly: "When the cold breath attacks, it must be extremely painful, and I don't know how you have survived for so many years, especially how you held on when you were a child." ”

Sang Sang glanced at Ning Que.

Ning Que thought about the situation when Sangsang was sick when he was a child, even after more than ten years, he still felt cold, shook his head, and drove all those pictures out of his mind.

"Master. How can I get rid of this cold aura?"

Ning Que didn't ask what this cold breath was, because it didn't make sense, it had been stored in Sangsang's body, and it had been stored for so many years, he didn't ask the master if he could get rid of this cold breath, but asked the method directly, because if you want to cure Sangsang's disease, you must remove this cold breath, since Master Qishan said before that he can cure Sangsang's disease, then there must be a way.

Master Qishan shook his head slowly, and said: "I don't know why this cold aura starts, it goes deep, and Sangsang has been with her for sixteen years, and it has already penetrated into the flesh and blood, and it is difficult to separate, if it weren't for the academy's medicinal method is extremely good, she herself studied under the Great Divine Officer of Light to practice divine arts, and a few days ago you asked the ruling god seat to forcibly suppress it with a domineering divine radiance, she can't hold on to it at all, where is it so easy to remove?"

Ning Que said: "Even if it is the most poisonous thing in the world, there is a corresponding antidote, I don't understand, since it is a cold breath, why can't it be neutralized with the Yang breath?"

Master Qishan said: "I understand what you mean, I think that in the past few years, this cold aura has been suppressed by Haotian Shenhui, but when Haotian Shenhui enters Sangsang's body, those cold breaths will hide in the abyss again, hidden in the depths of her bone marrow and flesh. If you want to get rid of the cold aura hidden in the deepest part of your bone marrow flesh, you need to remove all her marrow and flesh. ”

Ning Que thought to himself that this was not a mythical world after all, where could he cut the flesh and remove the bones and return it to someone, and then rebuild his body with lotus flowers and lotus roots, frowned and said: "Haotian Shenhui is the purest fire in the world, even if those cold breaths can be hidden in the depths of the bone marrow, there should be no reason to escape." ”

Master Qishan looked at Sangsang and sighed and said, "This will start with Sangsang's body again. ”

Ning Que's expression was slightly grim, and he said, "Please ask the master for advice." ”

Master Qishan raised his arm, stretched out his finger and pointed at Sangsang, and said, "She is transparent. ”

Sang Sang was stunned, remembering that the teacher seemed to have said the same thing after entering the old pen house.

Ning Que didn't understand the meaning of the master's words.

Master Qishan said: "Why did the Great Priest of Light choose Sangsang as his successor? It is because of her special physique, she is transparent without a trace of impurities, so Haotian Shenhui will not encounter any stagnation in her body, nor will there be any loss, so she can accommodate infinite Shenhui, and it is the purest kind. ”

Ning Que was a little nervous and said, "Isn't this a good thing?"

"It's a good thing and a bad thing...... If there is no cold aura in her body, only light. ”

Master Qishan looked at Sangsang quietly and said: "My Buddhism often says that one flower is one world, you are the flower called the world, you are transparent, you are infinite, and those who can tolerate one qiē light can tolerate one qiē darkness." ”

Ning Que vaguely understood what the master meant.

Cultivators all pay attention to the talent of roots and bones, for example, when they first realized it, they saw a lake, a stream or a pool, and some people, such as Liu Bai, could see a surging river, but Sangsang didn't need to look at it at all, she was a world in itself.

That world was very large, almost infinite, so no matter how much Haotian Divine Radiance was poured into her body, it still couldn't completely occupy all the corners of this space, and that cold aura could always find its own abyss, waiting for the moment to see the light of day again.

"So what should we do?"

Ning Que's voice trembled slightly. At this time, he finally understood why even the teacher was helpless about Sangsang's illness, and he couldn't help but feel a little desperate, and couldn't think of any other way.

Master Qishan looked at him and asked calmly, "Are you willing to let Sangsang join me in Buddhism?"

Ning Que was slightly startled, not understanding why the master would suddenly mention this.

Sang Sang didn't understand either, and then he was very worried about Ning Que's reaction.

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(Xiaoka, it's late, I'm sorry, Chapter 3 must come out before half past ten 1)