Nightfall

Before dawn, Ning Que woke up.

He opened his eyes and looked at the few spiders weaving on the beam of the Zen room, and remained silent for a long time. Sang Sang's disease may be cured, which is naturally a gratifying thing, but he always feels that this matter is not so simple, whether it is Washan's three games, especially in the end he and Sang Sang saw on that chess board Illusion.

The thing that made him most wary was the Buddha of that side. He always wondered why he seldom set foot in the unknowable place of Xuankong Temple, why he suddenly sent such a big man to Washan.

The practitioners came to attend the Bon Festival, and did not leave after last night. Qu Ni Madi and others, as well as the first of the Xuankong Temple Discipline Hall, all rested in the Lanke Temple.

Ning Que decided to keep a distance from these people, especially the monk in Xuankong Temple, before he cured the disease—had grown up in a habit of instinct—dangerous hunting career in Minshan since childhood—if You have no way to determine where the danger is in the forest, so it is the best option not to walk into that forest.

Footsteps came from outside the Zen room.

Ning Que looked at Sang Sang, who was asleep, and got up quietly to get dressed and walked out of the Zen room very lightly.

At this time, the morning light gradually worked, and the ancient temple was particularly beautiful in the autumn mist.

On the stone fence outside the Zen room, Master Qishan, wearing a thick cotton coat, still seemed a little chilly, looking at those palaces Tallinn tremblingly, and said, "It hasn't been seen in decades, and the original has not changed much."

This Buddhist monk lived in seclusion in Washan for half his life, especially after the **** conspiracy of Liansheng that year. He had not stepped down the mountain for decades. At this moment, it is inevitable to see the familiar and strange temple.

Ning Que walked to the master, looked at the looming front hall in Qiuwu, and said: "Sang Sang spent at least ten years on the chessboard yesterday. Although she didn't say it, I knew it was very painful."

Master Qishan said: "She is not an ordinary person, so she will not be as painful as you think."

Ning Que asked: "Is that the chess board really left by the Buddha? What does the world I saw on the board yesterday and what Sang Sang and I experienced mean something?"

Master Qishan said: "The chessboard is indeed the relic of the Buddha. As for the world in the chessboard, you can understand it as an illusion created by the Buddha's supreme mana, or as a possible future."

Hearing the word future, Ning Que was silent for a long time, and asked, "Is that the future of Sang Sang and me?"

Master Qishan looked at the distance in the mist and said, "The future that can be seen is no longer the future."

Ning Que said: "Is it possible to change in the future?"

Master Qishan looked at Ning Que's eyes and said kindly: "Since it is a possible future, then there is a corresponding possibility. Since it has never been determined, why can't it be changed?"

Ning Que said, if he understood, "You have the ability to predict the future of the legendary masters of the world, so you can turn the world's luck and luck, and answer questions. Is this ability from the chessboard?"

Master Qishan laughed and said, "Buddha may be able to see how many years are behind him, but how can mortals like me have this ability? And even if you have this ability like Buddha, but when you see the future At that time, your gaze will fall on the future, and the future will be affected by your gaze. Then how can the future you have not seen be exactly the same as the future after you have seen it? "

Ning Que said: "It sounds a little complicated."

Master Qishan did not give more explanations, and continued: "So if someone wants to misjudge the heavens and glance at the future, such as Li Qingshan, your Datang State Master, such as the once ignorant and fearless me, such as the Oracle of Oracle, it still can only Fearfully, remotely, and secretly glance at the chaotic world of the future. "

"Because of that, our mortal gaze will not affect the chaotic world too much, but will be swallowed up by the future chaotic world."

Master Qishan said with emotion: "But if we people try to see the future world more carefully and more clearly, and not to say that the future we see may become more false, our own condemnation will be heavier. . I heard that the Tianyu Orion went to Chang'an City last spring and saw Sang Sang in Lao Bi Zhai. After seeing it for three years, she would return to the Xiling Temple, for which he almost blinded her eyes. "

Ning Que lacked his expression, and he didn't know until today that the original oracle of the day was in Lao Bi Zhai, and he actually tried to see Sang Sang's future, and actually paid such a heavy price.

"No wonder the Oracle will promise me a three-year contract."

He suddenly thought of a thing, frowned and asked: "Although the future he sees may not be the real future, but the Oracle God spent so much effort to confirm that Sang Sang will appear in the Xiling Temple three years later. It is impossible for him to read this wrong. "

Master Qishan sighed and said: "For some reason, I have some doubts about the future he saw, but as you said, I have to believe what he saw, so I am very sorry."

What kind of future will it be that will not be seen by Master Tianyu and Master Qishan? Where is Sang Sang's future going and what will happen?

Ning Que patted the railing in front of him, looked at the heavy autumn fog in front of the temple, and said, "I still don't understand."

Looking into the future is to spy on the heavenly machine, don't say him, even the powerful oracles such as the oracle of God, Master Qishan or the national teacher Li Qingshan dare not say that they can understand the truth.

However, I don't understand. For Ning Que, it has become indifferent. Since the three days after the oracle is confirmed, Sang Sang will appear in Xiling, so it means that her disease should be cured.

As long as Sang Sang is still alive, any future is acceptable.

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The morning bell of the autumn temple starts.

After using a simple breakfast, the monks in the Lanke Temple started to take early classes. Sang Sang, who was a little bit sick because of illness, was also taken out of the bed by Ning Que and started to take classes.

Sang Sang's classroom is the apse in the depths of Lanke Temple.

Such a magnificent golden temple, used as a classroom for one person, is really too much.

In addition to Ning Que and Sang Sang ’s special status, the Lanke Temple gave such treatment because the teacher Qi Shan who taught Dang Sang Sang Sang Sang Sang was originally the ancestor of this ancient temple.

Master Qishan said something casually, not to mention an apse, even if he wanted to empty the entire Lanke Temple, the monks in the Lanke Temple did not dare to have any opinions.

The monks in the rear hall of the Lanke Temple have already been strictly prohibited from taking a step in the hall. In addition to the outside of the hall, several monks of extremely high ranks are waiting for chores, and there is no one inside or outside the hall, which is extremely quiet.

In the main hall, Master Qishan's calm and intelligent narration sounded from time to time.

Without Sang Sang's voice, she just listened carefully and studied.

Under the outer corridor of the temple, Ning Que looked at the falling autumn mist and listened to the essence of Buddhism coming from behind, feeling calm.

Master Qishan did not say that he could not listen with him, but after all, he was a disciple of the academy. He was in the cave last night. Inevitably, he was a little too unconscious, and because of the second brother, he was really not interested in Dharma.

As time passed slowly, the Dharma lesson in the hall came to an end. Sang Sang sat on the futon, closed his eyes and tried to enter, while thinking about the content of the morning class.

Master Qishan came out of the hall.

It was almost noon at this time, only the autumn clouds covered the sky, the world was dark, and occasionally a few cold rain fell. The temperature outside the hall was a little low. The master was agitated by the cold and coughed a few times.

Ning Que brought a cup of hot tea to warm the chest and abdomen.

Master Qishan took a sip of hot tea, put the teacup on the step in front of him, looked at Ning Que and said with a smile: "You have a better attitude towards me than others, and today's attitude is better than last night."

Ning Que laughed and said, "I am very realistic, and even snobbish. The master should not be surprised."

The master smiled and shook his head and said: "Frankly, sometimes, it doesn't necessarily make people change their perception of you, but I believe that before becoming a disciple, although you are equally realistic, you must be less careful than now."

Ning Que said: "It wasn't until I entered the wilderness that I found out that the second-floor college students' badges could scare so many people. I found out that I could live a little less."

Master Qishan nodded and said, "There is a mountain with Master behind you. There really is no one in this world who is qualified, and it will keep you alive like before."

Ning Que said, "I sometimes wonder if I am too crazy to be a villain."

The master said: "Another rampant argument is to be happy and enmity. The evaluation will never have anything to do with the means. Although you were tough at the foot of the mountain yesterday, it is more like Mr. Ke's back then ... honestly like a rabbit."

Ning Que said: "I don't want to be the second uncle, so I still feel that bullying is harder than hard, or it is more interesting than fighting the world with one person."

Master Qishan looked at him and said with pity: "I know that you have suffered very much in your childhood, and even suffered from the world's most miserable things, so you have developed the temperament you have today. There are companions, and you should always change. "

Ning Que said after a moment of silence: "The Academy has changed me a lot. I like this change, so I am grateful to the Academy, but it must be a very long process."

Master Qishan said kindly: "I may not see what kind of person you will eventually become, but I am looking forward to it."

Ning Que's heart moved slightly ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ asked: "The master, you don't want to see what kind of person I am?"

Master Qishan did not answer his question directly. His sad and sad eyes passed through the pattering autumn rain and landed on the square in front of the rotten temple.

"Several years ago, Brother Liansheng's blood was washed away, and it was there. He was eating people for the first time."

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(This is the first chapter, I will write, although hard, but do n’t wait, the next chapter is estimated to be in the early morning ... it is tired, everyone go to sleep first, I will continue to write slowly.) to be continued