Nightfall

> A moment later, one person and one horse awakened from the shock. The **** horse was completely unable to resist the instinct's fear, and turned to prepare to continue to escape. Ning Que still looked at the picture under the cliff in a daze.

Xuankong Temple is an unknowable place, even practitioners only vaguely know that this Buddhist shrine is far in the depths of the extremely west wilderness, and people are rare. Because of the name of Xuankong Temple, many people naturally guess that Xuankong Temple is definitely a building In the legendary floating islands that only exist in those gods.

Who can think of Xuankong Temple instead of suspending in the sky, but under the ground? Ning Que looked at the mountain in the distance, hiding her petty body under the ground, and gave birth to many puzzles.

At this moment, at the extremely distant cliffs in the southwest, there were suddenly countless white morning mists. The mist was slightly damp and heavier than the air. It fell slowly from the cliff to the bottom of the tiankeng. It looked like a white waterfall.

In the tiankeng, the humidity was heavy, and it spontaneously became foggy. At this time, it merged into the countless morning fog on the surface, and suddenly became white. The majestic mountain peaks were clouded, and they could not be seen below the mountainside. Looking from the black carriage, it looks like it has become a floating island floating in the clouds. The yellow temple between the peaks of the island appears and disappears in the fog, like a fairyland in the country.

Ning Que looked at the shocking and magical picture in front of her and said with emotion: "It turns out that this is the origin of Xuankong Temple."

The big dark horse kicked the ground with his head bowed, not daring to make any sound, but his mood was extremely anxious and tense. He thought that even if the Buddha ’s Holy Land is wonderful, it is not worth the risk.

Ning Que didn't think it was very risky. With his eyesight, he looked at the mountain peaks in the sky pit in the distance, and he could only see the appearance of those yellow temples. The size of the black sand is about the same, and it will not attract the attention of the monks in the hanging temple at all.

He walked back to the carriage and took out an iron-cylinder-like thing from his luggage. His hands stretched slightly. Then he leaned over his right eye and looked towards the mountain below the ground in the distance.

The iron tube was a star-gazing mirror that he designed and then elaborately created by Brothers Four and Six. A total of two were made, one of which honored the teacher and the other he naturally took with him.

When Confucius first used this mirror to stargaze, he changed his name to a telescope according to its effect. Ning Que still doesn't know this thing yet. But he knew that this mirror was originally used to look into the distance.

The clouds in the tiankeng flowed quickly. The yellow temples in the mountain peaks are hidden, and sometimes they can occasionally see the world below the mountainside, rather lacking a telescope. Looking at the view magnified many times in the circular view, watching the monks doing morning classes on the stone ping in front of the temple, they were silent.

Probably a wind roared upward from the bottom of the sky pit. The thick clouds between the mountainsides were blown away a lot, and Ning Que saw the picture below the mountainside through the telescope. He suddenly found that under the huge mountainside, there were actually many layers of terraces. Looking at the color of the plants in the field, it should be cold rice that is difficult to grow on the wilderness. Then, he discovered that there was a river at the bottom of the tiankeng. There is also a farmhouse.

Ning Que observed the Xuankong Temple silently with a telescope, the expression on his face became more and more dignified, and the hands holding the iron circle became more and more rigid.

Based on the moments he saw, he simply calculated that there were more than a thousand monks in Xuankong Temple, and there were at least 100,000 people living on the huge field at the bottom of the Tiankeng, with dark complexions. The hungry, peasant farmer is responsible for providing the supplies necessary for life for the Hangjian Temple on the Peak, and he must bear a lot of heavy labor.

The Xuankong Temple has existed for many years. Presumably those mortals have lived at the bottom of the tiankeng for many years. I do n’t know how many generations have lived in the dark and damp ground. Work hard and live a life of hard work. In order to maintain the existence of Xuankong Temple, I would rather believe that even a devout Buddhist believer would not be able to endure such torture forever. The monks in Xuankong Temple must have their own means to drive these farmers like animals, in this sense That said, the farmers are more like the serfs that have been abolished in the Central Plains.

In a very short period of time, a lot of pictures appeared in Ning Que ’s mind. The escaped slave who was penetrated by the scapula with iron ropes, the ignorant Buddha who died in the cold rice fields, and more than one hundred thousand poor mortals kneeling down in front of the mountain, The extravagant life of the monk in the temple ... He put down his binoculars and looked at the hanging temple in the cloud with the Buddha Kingdom, his brow furrowed slightly.

Sang Sang lifted the car curtain and saw the picture in front of him, shocked and unable to speak.

Ning Que handed her the telescope and said, "Let's leave if you see it, and we will come to Xuankong Temple for a walk."

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If Ning Que is a man of great wisdom and bravery, he may climb down the cliff and secretly go to the tragic world under the clouds, mobilize those serf uprisings to rebel and overthrow the deformed hanging temple with ruined ant caves, or he will sneak into the hanging quietly Temple, to find the treasure that Buddhism has accumulated for unknown years.

But he was not such a person. After observing the Xuankong Temple, he did not hesitate at all, so he let the **** horse take the carriage away from the cliff on the edge of the Tiankeng and quietly left in the opposite direction.

Although the treasure is good, it depends on whether there is a life to get it. Everyone has curiosity. If he is still a simple Mr. Thirteen in the academy before Rotten Temple, he will go to Xuankong Temple to say anything, even if it is in the temple. The monk grabbed him and did n’t dare to kill him at will, but now he carries Sang Sang. Although the world seems to have no place to settle, not to mention the Buddhist shrine in Langke Temple who wants to kill Sang Sang. ?

The black carriage was sneaking quietly, and after a while, it returned to the place where they had set off before, only slightly deviated, and just passed the linden tree.

Ning Que looked at the Bodhi tree outside the car window and said, "That should be where the Buddha died."

Sang Sang looked at this gray tree trunk ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Ye Ruofu's green tree, thinking that in such a cold autumn, there could be such a lonely tree on the wasteland, it was a bit magical, and I was surprised to see that the place where Buddha died in the sutra was actually recorded.

Ning Que said with a smile: "Ye's status is no worse than Buddha's, and he doesn't need to be too awesome."

After the Buddha's light on the top of Washan Mountain came to the Lanke Temple, they were in danger of life and death. The two of them had no chance to discuss that thing, or they didn't want to discuss it, but it was impossible to remain silent after all.

Sang Sang was silent for a long time and whispered: "Will I really ruin the world?"

Ning Que thought of the Xuankong Temple he had seen before, the cruel truths he had guessed, and said, "I don't know and don't care, but if it's a world like that, it doesn't matter if it's ruined."

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(It's hard to get up until lying at more than eight o'clock, oh ... continue to write a chapter.)