Nightfall

The third volume of the eventful autumn Chapter 57 does not know the real Buddha in front of you

It was the first rain after the drought in Hebei Province. The rain was very cold. When Ning Que found the little baby girl from under the corpse, she was covered with purple and hungry and was about to die. That is, since the rain, Ning Que's heart has been hiding a lot of psychological shadows. As Sang Sang died of several illnesses in his childhood, the shadows became heavier and he was hiding more and more. Deeper.

With the passage of time, Sang Sang has become less and less frequent. Although the army doctor in the walled city has no way to completely cure the cold air in her body, she still prescribed some symptomatic drugs. In addition to ensuring that she is surrounded by spirits and letting her do housework and blood, Ning Que is about to forget this matter.

Especially after Sang Sang began to practice Xiling Taoist magic, the cold air in his body was like the thin snow of spring, Ning Que thought it was completely good, but who could think that Sang Sang suddenly fell ill again. And the illness is so serious that it is more dangerous than when I was a child.

The shadow hidden deep in Ning Que's heart floated up again. During his journey, he was thinking hard and worried, and his master could not cure Sang Sang's disease. Can Lanke Temple really be cured? Sang Sang's illness is really just sick, or is there a destiny in the cold future waiting for the two of them?

Because of these psychological shadows, since Sang Sang was very young, Ning Que will never discuss things with her in that respect. At this time, Sang Sang seems to want to say something, but he doesn't want to listen.

But he didn't want to listen, Sang Sang wanted to say.

"Master, do you know why I often stare at you recently?"

Somehow, Sang Sang started calling him Young Master again.

Ning Que said with a smile: "Because your young master is good-looking."

Sang Sang said: "You are not the former Longqing prince, where is worth watching."

Ning Que was slightly angry, and said, "I haven't said this before."

Sang Sang knew he was pretending to be angry, to cover up something, and said softly, "You know why."

Ning Que knew the reason, but refused to say it. At this time, he looked like a stubborn little boy, stubborn, naive, naive, or easily crying.

At this time, Sang Sang, like a gentle and sensible older sister, looked at him quietly and said softly: "I am worried that I will never see you again after I die."

Finally hearing the word from her mouth, Ning Que's body shivered slightly.

Sang Sang looked at the tomb in front of the two and asked curiously, "Where will people go after they die? Whether it is ash or decay, they are all sealed by stone bricks, but is that still me?"

Ning Que does not want her to stay in this emotion for a long time, because this emotion or thinking things are very unhealthy for the seriously ill, and she wants to change the subject, but she can't move a little.

"Some people say that death is nothingness, and some say that they will go to the underworld after death."

"I prefer to go to the underworld."

Sang Sang looked at him and said seriously: "The underworld sounds terrible, but I can wait for you there."

Ning Que looked at her pale face, unbuttoned her coat, put it on her shoulder, and whispered: "People in the underworld will forget things in this world, then you won't remember me, so don't go . "

"How does it feel to die?"

Sang Sang looked at him and asked, there was no grief or fear on his face, just curiosity, like a child.

She was very thin and dressed in Ning Que's clothes. She did steal the adult's clothes like a child. She looked ridiculous and rarely showed a cute feeling.

"Look at your frozen face, it's a little white, hurry back." Ning Que said.

At this time, although the autumn was deep, the surrounding area of ​​Lanke Temple was not so cold. Sang Sang's small face became pale. Naturally, it was not frozen, but the cold air in her body made her chill.

Sang Sang knew this very well, and she extended her hands to Ning Que in front of her.

Ning Que was stunned, remembering the appearance of Sang Sang, who was a little girl many years ago, when she occasionally acted spoiled. Her heart felt some pain, and he sighed a few heaters in the palm of her hand.

Sang Sang withdrew his slightly warming hands and touched them on the sides of his cheeks. He said with regret: "Since I was young, you said that I am an ugly girl. I know that I am really black. What do you say? If so, I always want to make myself whiter. After arriving in Chang'an City, I spent so much money to buy the fat powder of Chen Jinji's family. The result was futile. It is really white now, but I can't make you happy. "

Ning Que hugged her more tightly and said, "Whether it is black mulberry or white mulberry, as long as it can still be as greedy as before, it will be a good mulberry that will make the younger man happy."

Listening to this, Sang Sang smiled happily, revealing two white teeth, looking like some kind of small animal in the forest of Minshan, very cute.

Sang Sang is now very cute, often cute.

That's because she didn't feel the need to be cute in front of Ning Que, she didn't need to be cute in front of others, and now she wants to make Ning Que feel cute.

"You have not answered my previous question."

"what is the problem?"

"How does it feel to die?"

"I haven't died yet, how do I know, should I dig the little aunt out of the tomb and let her tell you?"

Ning Que said a joke without quality, and found that it was not really funny. He looked down at a dead autumn worm in the grass under his feet. After a long silence, he said, "I still know ... … Death is a very uncomfortable thing, so do n’t die. ”

Sang Sang looked at him and said seriously: "Well, I'll work hard not to die."

Ning Que touched her head and said, "Work hard together."

In the misty forest, a drop of water suddenly fell, and then a few drops of water. The drops of water were very small and small, even as thin as powder, and fell a little damp on his face and eyes.

Ning Que said, "Go back."

Sang Sang shook his head and said, "I want to go shopping again."

Ning Que said: "You can't get rain in your body now."

Sang Sang released the **** umbrella from behind and said, "It's hard to get rain."

Ning Que smiled, took the **** umbrella and opened it, and took her hand to the front hall of Lanke Temple.

In the morning, the Lanke Temple began to rain, and the mist gradually dispersed. The pagodas and pagodas that were looming in the fog before became clear, and the Buddhist kingdom changed back to the world.

Ning Que looked at the ancient temple in the subtle autumn rain and saw a Buddha statue on the top of the mountain behind the temple.

The material used for the Buddha statue should be some precious white hard stone. The carvings are clumsy but round. At this time, the rain fell on the peaceful and peaceful face of the Buddha statue, as if it were tears, adding a bit of compassion.

Across this distance, the face of the Buddha statue is still clearly seen. It can be imagined how huge this Buddha statue is. The believers look up at the mountain, and it is easy to have the feeling of worship.

He pointed to the giant Buddha at the top of the mountain and said, "It is said that this is the Buddha who created the Buddha Sect."

Sang Sang glanced at him and asked, "Would you like to worship? If you don't go up the mountain, you can also worship here."

"Buddha is a human being, and I am also a human being. The Buddha has seen the Mingzi scroll, and I have seen the Mingzi scroll. Why do you worship him?"

Voices of people and wheels are faintly heard from the main hall. This fashion is early in the morning. The Lanke Temple will not receive tourists. Then it must be like a formal envoy or a sectarian representative who lives in the temple like Ning Que.

Ning Quezi would not pay attention to these people and said, "Of course, if the Buddha can really manifest his spirit and heal your illness, how can I come to worship him for three days and nights afterwards?"

Suddenly a voice came from the main hall.

"Praying for Buddha's treatment requires piety. Do you think that Buddha is a doctor who can be found everywhere? If you are not sincere enough, even if Buddha can cure your wife's disease, it will not cure."

Several luxurious carriages detoured from the main hall of the Lanke Temple. This reproachful and extremely arrogant voice came from one of the carriages.

Ning Que thought that only those who were from the Lunar Kingdom who believed in Buddhism would say such things. However, when his eyes fell on those expensive carriages, he unexpectedly discovered that the other party should be from Nanjin.

Even though it is raining in autumn, driving in a horse-drawn carriage in the Qingjing ancient temple still seems a bit arrogant, and since it is a lodging in the temple, it is naturally not ordinary people to come.

Looking at the horse-drawn carriages, Ning Que thought that if the people in the carriages were not the missionaries of Nan Jin, they would probably be disciples of Jiange, and no matter who they were, they were not the people he wanted to see now.

The carriage that had previously made a noise was parked not far in front of Ning Que and the curtains were lifted, revealing a slightly pale and handsome young face.

The young son looked at Ning Que and said: "In the Buddhist temple, you should respect the Buddha. You don't even understand this kind of truth, and you don't know why the monks in the temple let you stay in the temple."

Ning Que asked, "Do you know me?"

The young man said slightly, "I need to know you?"

Ning Que said aloud, "I thought you recognized me, so I intentionally said this sentence for me to hear, but then sincerely apologized to me, and finally reached the purpose of meeting me."

Listening to this, the young son was stunned for a while before he understood what Ning Que wanted to express. He wondered: "You mean that I am approaching you deliberately?"

Ning Que smiled and said: "Recently these days, there are indeed many people who think of many weird methods and try to get to know me. I thought you deliberately lifted me, but I also had this idea, but I didn't expect it but it wasn't."

There is a very mean ridiculous meaning hidden in the very calm words ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Since Sang Sang disease, Ning Que has been uneasy, and after the war at the Red Lotus Temple, because of those very strange things, the mood It is extremely depressed. Although the joy of breaking into the fate has eased a little, he still needs a vent or outlet.

Just then, he saw these carriages and heard the sound from the carriage.

The young man was furious, pointing at Ning Quehan through the window and yelling, "What are you thinking of!"

Ning Que heard the words of Joy, tilted her head and clamped the **** umbrella on her shoulder, and then began to pull the sleeves.

Just then, a hand appeared in the window, pulling the young man back.

Ning Que felt greatly lost, thinking who was so boring and so uninteresting?

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(If you do n’t drink high in the evening, write it again, but it is estimated that it will definitely be high, but, well, when I have n’t said, let me die!)