Nightfall

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The statue of Venerable Stone in the temple was originally painted with gold lacquer. I do n’t know how many years passed, the gold lacquer peeled off, exposing the stone inside. Under the dim light, it looked compassionate but terrible.

Ning Que finished watching one statue of Venerable Stone, and then looked at the other. He was absorbed in it, completely obsessed with it. He didn't feel hungry or sleepy at all, and his hands kept changing in front of him.

It wasn't until all the four statues of Venerable Stones were finished that he stopped his hands, picked up the futon and sat down in front of the hall threshold, facing the night of the temple, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Unconsciously, the night passed and Qiu Yu landed in the ancient temple again, rushing out the thin mist, and let the faint morning light illuminate the eaves of the Buddha Temple clearly.

The clear and long bells in the main hall of the front temple spread to the distant back hall.

Ning Que opened his eyes, his eyes were crystal clear, and then gradually returned to normal.

Looking at the gradual autumn rain outside the threshold, he raised his right arm and walked with his thoughts, reaching out extremely at will.

In front of the hall, there was a great wind in the autumn, the rainy silk was unsteady, quietly, and in the heavy rain curtain, a huge blank suddenly appeared. There was no raindrop in the space, and it looked very dry.

If you look carefully, the blank in the autumn rain happens to be the shape of a palm.

I don't know how long it took before the breath lingering in front of the Buddha's palace faded away. The autumn rain that darted to fall and flew into the invisible palm print range, everything returned to normal.

Ning Que didn't understand the overnight time until now, he realized what he had learned, and what he had gained. Looking at the heavy autumn rain outside the hall, his mind was irritated.

"Fearless, meditation, demonic, go to read ... I really didn't expect you to be able to realize the four real fingerprints of my Buddhist door in one night."

Outside the hall, Master Qishan's weak but difficult to conceal surprise sounds.

Ning Que turned and bowed to the master and paid a big gift.

There are many things he has to thank. And last night, he joined the Buddha in the temple for a whole night, and the master kept him outside the temple for a whole night. This kind of loving protection is worthy of his sincere worship.

Master Qishan looked at Ning Que and felt emotional.

Even a person with a deep Buddha buddhism and a high level of understanding can never grasp the magical meaning of the four real handprints of the Buddhist family overnight. Because the Buddha's handprint is not a Dharma, the Buddhist cultivator cannot get around the obstacles.

However, the knowledge barrier did not seem to have any effect on Ning Que.

Master Qishan felt the breath of Ning Que ’s younger brother Lisheng. Much lighter than yesterday. He understood the real reason why he was able to overcome the obstacles.

Because of these obstacles, Liansheng had already surpassed that year.

Master Qishan looked at Ning Que and thought sadly. Brother, you are constantly and truly leaving this world. Is this how you continue to exist in this world?

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Missions from various countries have already arrived in Washan to discuss the invasion of the barren by the former temple. Meetings are held throughout the day, and the practitioners are talking about what they saw in the Washan Mountain in Zhongsi Temple. They are awed and excited about the scene of the day, and guess whether the Yulan Festival will come again. What a big deal.

Ning Que and Sang Sang will naturally not care about these things, although they are invited to attend the Bon Festival. They read Buddhist scriptures, watch Buddha statues in the temple behind the Lanke Temple, and follow Master Qishan to visit the Buddhist temples of the various temples. They lived very peacefully, and their mood became quiet.

He still asked Master Qishan about the Bon Festival. After all, the grandest festival in the world has a peculiar origin, and there are legends that the Buddha is suppressing the underworld, so he is very curious.

"Where can Buddhism be able to suppress the underworld, the earliest time was to pray that the night should not come, and later it gradually evolved into a strong assembly in the spiritual world to discuss how to deal with it, but countless years have passed. The night has never come, and the legend of the invasion of the underworld has changed. Became a true legend, where else do practitioners care? "

Master Qishan said with a smile: "The Yulan Festival takes place once a year, and the meeting time of the practitioners is not fixed. Although the original intention is lost. But I also do n’t want to lose the opportunity to show myself."

"Yuelunguo is known as the Seventy-two Temple of Yanyu, and it also refers to the famous big temple. If you want to count those ordinary temples, I am afraid that it will exceed 1,000, and there is a western wasteland next to it, which is much closer to the Hanging Temple. Why did Buddhism not hold the Bon Festival in the Lunar Kingdom, such as Baita Temple? "

Ning Que asked.

Master Qishan asked: "Do you know where the first large temple was built in the world?"

Ning Que shook his head.

Master Qishan pointed to the heavy hall eaves under the column and said, "This is the place."

Ning Que was slightly surprised, thinking what is the reason?

Master Qishan knew what he was thinking and explained: "Because it is nearest to Xuankong Temple."

Ning Quexin thought that Xuankong Temple was far in the depths of the extremely west wilderness, while Lanke Temple was located in the southeast, and the coastline could be seen on the top of Washan Mountain. The distance between the two places is obviously the farthest distance in the world. Why? The master wants to say recently?

Master Qishan said with a smile: "It was rumored that when the Buddha traveled to the southeast, and his disciples were playing chess in the mountains, he suddenly felt that he was pointing at the mountain and pointing down the mountain, and he set the position of the Lanke Temple. It's because the Lanke Temple we are in now has some kind of connection with Xuankong Temple. "

These six words have a deep meaning, but Ning Que still doesn't understand.

Master Qishan turned back to the apse and said, "It is said that the Buddha realized that the highest way to pass through the space was that many years ago, he built a simple stone pagoda there, which would allow the monks to reach the pure west."

Ning Que was shocked and said: "I have only heard that the Tang Dynasty military and Xiling Temple have some special powerful runes that can transmit simple messages, but I have never heard of any formation that can pass people to a distance. Is this not a legend? The realm of medium distance? "

Master Qishan said: "There is no apocalypse in Buddhism, and there is no indistinguishable argument in nature, but it is not too unimaginable to use the Buddha's ability to make such a thing out of the earth."

Ning Que thought about the encounter with Sang Sang on the chessboard of the Buddha that day, and the Buddha's notes that had not left these days. He also believed a little more in his heart and asked nervously, "Now that Falun Gong? "

Master Qishan smiled faintly and said, "However, it is always blown away by the wind and rain. How powerful the Buddha is. Thousands of thousands of years have passed, and the mana he left behind has long disappeared. The legendary one The simple stone pagoda was afraid that it would have turned into fly ash. The monks in the temple later built a Buddhist temple at the position of the stone pagoda in the rumor, which is the apse. Not to mention the traces of the old years. To. "

Listening to this, Ning Que couldn't help but feel some emotion.

In the face of time, the only thing that can last forever is death.

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The entire Washan Mountain belongs to Lanke Temple. Although the Buddhist gate did not expand the monastery to include Washan in the monastery wall, the area of ​​the monastery was already extremely wide. It takes at least one incense to travel from the square in front of the temple gate to the temple of Hou Temple. You can imagine the scale of this temple.

The ancient temple is divided into three layers. The front temple is the middle temple and the back temple. In addition to the majestic main entrance and the square in front of the temple, there are two extremely impressive Buddhist temples. The central temple is relatively small in size, and there are nearly ten Buddhist temples scattered around. The smallest and quietest area, with only one apse.

Autumn rain continues. The monks in the temple were busy preparing for the Festival of the Lan Lan Festival. The missions of various countries were still in heated or fierce discussions. The practitioners were still discussing with each other. The former temple was serious and tense, and the sword shadow of the temple was lively.

Only after the temple is still quiet, leisure time to study the Dharma, Ning Que occasionally takes Sang Sang to the temples of Zhong Temple. They walked in the autumn rain under the **** umbrella, listening to the voices in the halls and smiling, no one noticed their existence as long as he didn't want them to be noticed.

They also went to the front temple and stood in the autumn tree pavilion. Seeing the red-sleeved dances in the other courtyard outside the temple, I saw the young and beautiful girls. Xiang Khan was dripping with sweat, and his temples were shaking.

Looking at the grass on the stage from afar, he kept commanding and reprimanding with a clear voice, as if there was already a little bit of everyone's style, Sang Sang couldn't help laughing.

Although the dance of Red Sleeve's sacrifice is not as gorgeous and stunning as the neon clothes, it has a little more auspicious feeling from the Buddha Emperor, and it should be very successful.

Ning Que and Sang Sang just stood in the pavilion and watched from afar, and did not mean to meet the Red Sleeve Dance Company. He also did not go to the Tang Dynasty mission, General Zhenxi Xian Zhilang, through the monks in the temple to express his request to meet, but now he really does not want to be disturbed by worldly things.

When Master Qishan told the Buddhist scriptures, he once said that Buddhism is a way of looking at the world and a method of learning, but the most important thing is an attitude to life.

That attitude of life was teased by the Confucius as a shut-up, mocked by Lian Sheng as a tortoise, and ridiculed by the second brother as pretending to be dead, but the unique calmness and silence of the Buddhist gates kept it moving.

Now that Sang Sang's serious illness is getting worse, Ning's lack of Buddhism is also gaining, and his mood is naturally peaceful. He recalled later that the few days in the Lanke Temple in the autumn of the 16th day of the apocalypse was actually the most peaceful and joyful part of his life. Time, but then he realized that this calm joy turned out to be just sad comforting.

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The first day of the Lan Festival.

Tourists from all over the world are coming one after another. The town in front of Washan is very lively. The square in front of the Lanke Temple is full of people. I do n’t know how many pairs of shoes were trampled on, if not sent by the monks and the local government. The sergeants maintained order together, there was no way to perform on the square, and the ceremony could not be carried out ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ All the Central Plains countries sent ceremonial troupes and performance guests, and the parade of floats caused a burst of applause, The red-sleeved dance troupe from Chang'an City easily won the biggest cheers and applause.

After that, the priest led by the abbot of Lanke Temple prayed for the blessings of the world, and then there was a festival of heaven hosted by a priest in the temple.

Ning Que and Sang Sang did not join in the excitement, standing on the temple bar of the rear temple, standing high and looking at the excitement under the mountain. Looking at the scene, he couldn't help laughing, and said, "Can this also be mixed?"

After the ceremony, the girls in red sleeves started to dance.

Applause and applause in front of the temple suddenly broke through the sky.

Several very senior monks in the Lanke Temple, watching the dancing on the stage, the beautiful and graceful girls, did not know if they remembered the story of many years ago, but their eyes were wet.

Ning Que looked at the temple and said with emotion: "Several decades later, the old temple of the ancient temple finally saw the dance of the scattered sky goddess again. Fortunately, the lotus life is dead. I want to come to this time. The Lanke Temple can spend it peacefully." To be continued