Nightfall

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"Sun and moon reincarnation, the light blends, the moon should be at night."

"Of course, there are countless robberies, and there is no moon in the long night."

"This is against the principle of endless nature."

"The night is coming, the moon is present. The night in this sentence refers to not every ordinary night, but eternal night."

"Every night at the end of the Dharma era, Fang Youyue appeared naturally, and resurrected naturally."

"This way does not die, the world has another debut."

"In this case, the arrival of Jinghou Long Night is why He Kuo forced to act against the sky."

"Could it be that night is waiting for this day?"

"Or is it the night of fear?"

"Does it fear the night itself, or the moon that goes with the night?"

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Buddha's handwriting is very common, just like the teacher in the rural school in Gushan County, and the sentences on the notes are very casual and ordinary, very simple and easy to understand.

Ning Que looked very seriously, the twilight fell on his face, and his eyebrows were plated with a golden luster, just like the golden statues of the Venerables in the temple hall.

The Tianshu Mingzi scroll has been in the academy, and was arbitrarily inserted in the waist by the master. He has seen it twice, but he is still a little confused. Today, seeing the notes left by the Buddha at that time, I finally believed something.

In the eyes of Buddha, this time Yong Ye is different from the countless Yong Ye encountered in the past. Then he remembered that the teacher did n’t seem to believe in the invasion of the underworld, but he never denied that Yong Ye will come, even once. It was mentioned that there was a butcher and a drunkard who used to live in the last night.

The biggest difference between Yongye and the past this time is probably in the clear word, the moon word in the clear word, and the thing that has never been seen in this world, but the Master also felt ashamed.

But why is the moon recorded on the Mingzi? This world had a moon many years ago, but it disappeared bizarrely? Then, as the Buddha predicted, will it reappear at this night?

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The twilight faded and the night came, and Ning Que left the Zen room and came to a hut outside the Talin in the backyard of Lanke Temple. Listening quietly to the sound of the stream behind the hut, Songtao, then pushed the door in.

Master Qishan was not surprised by his arrival, and said with a smile: "How can I get something?"

Ning Que did not answer this question and asked, "Isn't it said that the Buddha's notes have been lost?"

Master Qishan said: "A note that no one can understand is equivalent to being lost. I have read this note for almost a hundred years, and I still haven't understood it. I hope you can understand it."

Ning Que asked after a moment of silence: "Master, why do you think I can understand?"

Master Qishan looked at him. The look is deep. Said: "Because the Master said in the letter, if there is another person in the world who can understand the Buddha's notes, that person should be you."

Ning Que's mood is very complicated. A little shocked, some awkward

Whether it is the Buddha who read the notes of the Ming Dynasty innumerable years ago, or the bright priest who took the heavenly book away from the mind and watch thousands of years ago. Or the confucius who makes people stand up to the mountain, it is very ugly to understand the script.

Because no matter who is wise, in the face of things that have never appeared in their world and experience, they cannot be analyzed but can only guess, and Ning Que is the only exception.

Ning Que knew that Master had written a letter to Master Qishan, and that Brother had also written a letter. Originally, he thought that he only mentioned the sickness of Sang Sang. Please ask Master to take care of it, but did not expect to have this meaning.

Does it mean that the teacher guessed his origin?

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Master Qishan walked out of the hut with Ning Que. Came to the forest.

The mountain stream flows slowly among the pine forests. After the continuous autumn rain, the night sky is clear, the stars are quiet, and it falls on the Songxi River. Scattered with countless fine silver chips, it is very beautiful.

Looking at the night scene. Ning Que subconsciously thought of two poems.

Mingyue pine photos, Qingquan stone high.

He turned to look at the master and asked, "Master, why do you preach my Dharma?"

Master Qishan looked at him and sighed, "Because you have killed too many people, you have too much anger. No matter what you do to others, it's not a good thing, so I want to use Dharma to resolve the anger in your heart."

Ning Que said with a slight voice: "Leave Weicheng and go back to Chang'an. I laughed and ridiculed the rogue. I thought the blood on my body was a lot weaker. No one should see how terrible and cold-blooded one can wear real one. But the master's eyes. "

Master Qishan looked at him and said: "I said on the mountain the night before, I know that you have suffered very hard in the first half of your life, so I don't think this is your responsibility, but now that you have entered the world for the academy, I will replace it. Consider from the world, in order not to cause **** storms in the future, you should blame me for letting you learn Buddha. "

Ning Que calmed down and said, "No one likes killing people except lunatics. I am not a madman, so I do n’t like it either. In the past, killing was because you would die if you did n’t kill. If you can still live without killing, then naturally it ’s best. I like it very much, how can I blame the master. "

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Sang Sang did not want to be distracted from the Buddhist scriptures, nor did she want to worry about herself. Ning Que did not tell her the Buddha's notes. She walked into the back hall of Lanke Temple, lit a bronze lamp, and continued to watch it seriously.

A dozen pages of Buddha notes, in addition to the prediction of the future, also recorded some of his knowledge of the world, and more importantly, his method of understanding the world, such as his insights into darkness and light.

These words contain great wisdom, but it is a pity that when the Buddha wrote it on paper, it was not deliberately written, so it seems a bit short and random, and it is difficult to form a system, otherwise it would definitely benefit greatly if you lack it.

In addition, there are a few casual pens occasionally left in the notes due to Buddha's interest. Through these idle writings, Ning Que learned that the original Buddhism was not founded by the Buddha.

Before the Buddha, there were even more ancient Buddhas who even spent a long and eternal night, but because the Buddha realized the most fundamental thoughts of the current Buddhism under the tree, the Buddha was revered as the earliest Buddha by today's Buddhist disciples.

Ning Que remembered that the Master had described the method the Buddha realized as "shut up" and couldn't help laughing.

Regardless of the Master or the Second Brother, there are many ridicules for Buddhism, but this only represents the temperament of the academy itself, and does not mean that Buddhism can be ignored.

Being able to read the notes of the Buddha is not a great opportunity that anyone can encounter. Ning Que is still feeling a little thankful, but still a little unwilling. I do n’t know if it was too deep memory when I was reading in the old book building. Unusual handwriting. He subconsciously used the eight character method.

At first, he could not practice, but he wanted to read the words of the sages in front of the academy, and forcibly created such a word-breaking method. He coma and vomited blood all the way. It turned out that although it was useful, it was not very useful.

After he was able to practice, especially after entering Dongxuan Realm, the eight-character method of Yongzi was to practice. It has become chicken taste. It has been a long time and disappeared in his life.

Facing the notes of the Buddha at this time, he used the eight characters of Yongzi. Actually, I didn't think of any effect, but just tried in vain in the face of Baoshan, not willing to go back empty-handed.

However the next moment. Ning Que found it incomprehensible that his attempt seemed to work.

With a soft buzz, his consciousness suddenly opened.

The ink characters on the Buddha's notes gradually floated between his eyes, and then gradually spread out, becoming densely and individually strokes, some of the strokes hung down vertically, just like a Buddha's pestle, and some of the strokes were thicker. It looks like a Buddha bell, some strokes resemble a copper bowl held by ascetic monks, and some strokes resemble a Buddhist bell in a mountain pavilion.

These strokes drifted away from the pages of the notebook, into his eyes, and then into his sea of ​​knowledge, flying continuously in his spiritual world, reconstructing his incomprehensible picture.

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Ning Que put down the notes of Buddha. Looking towards the temple.

The Lanke Temple houses the statue of Venerable Stone. There are more than a dozen seats in the front temple. The deepest rear hall also houses four seats, which he saw at this time. These are the four statues of Venerable.

There are also statues of these Venerable Stones in Changan Wanyan Pagoda Temple and Moon Pagoda Baita Temple. Legend has it that people with great wisdom can understand the true meaning of the Buddha's handprint from these statues.

A few days ago, Mr. Cheng, who was already strong in the sword pavilion in the Southern Jin Dynasty, already knew the hit situation. In the front hall of the former temple, he faced the statue of Venerable Shizun with emotion. He could feel the wisdom in it, but could not comprehend it.

The statue of Venerable Stone on the far right side of the apse, with a greasy face and wrathful eyes, the hands of the stone statue exposed outside, seemingly untouched, forming a very complex hand style, a majestic killing breath sprayed from the finger of the stone statue Out.

Ning Que quietly looked at the statue of Venerable Stone for a long time, and then he raised his hands and began to imitate that kind of hand style, comparing his hands with Venerable Statue of Venerable Stone.

The hands of the statue of Venerable Shi Zun maintained a fixed posture. Ning Que was obviously imitating, but his hands did not stand still, but moved slowly in front of him, gesturing.

At this moment, he knew there was a fragment of consciousness deep in the sea, which seemed to sense something. It lighted up slightly, released a very thin idea, and then converged to calm.

Ning Que understood the true meaning of this statue of Shi Zun's hands, and his hands gradually stopped.

He put his palm upright and his palm sideways, his right index finger slightly bent in the air, and his left index finger landed on the back of his right palm. It seemed inexplicable, without any beauty.

This posture is not the same as the hand style of the statue of Venerable Shizun, and there is not even the slightest difference. However, at the moment when the index finger of his left hand fell on the back of his palm, a killing breath almost identical to the stone figure appeared ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ning Que's abrupt dew condensation formed in the abdomen, began to slowly rotate, releasing one after another thick and noble qi, along those seemingly non-existent channels, and transported to all parts of the body .

He practiced Haoranqi day and night, diligently, and was no stranger to the operation of Haoranqi. However, he found that the operation of Haoranqi at this time seemed to be very different from the previous one.

The biggest difference is that the noble qi in his body is no longer as arrogant as before, but has become a lot calmer and softer. Even the most subtle qi can be fully mastered as long as he moves his mind.

Haoranqi has been running in the body for three weeks. Ning Que only feels comfortable and comfortable. Many senses are so beautiful that he couldn't resist a sigh of satisfaction and wandered in the quiet night palace.

Then he looked down at the next statue of Venerable Stone.

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(Only two chapters today, I went to bed earlier to recuperate my spirits, and fight for a big outbreak tomorrow at the end of the month.) To be continued ...