Nightfall Chapter 111: Above the clouds, below the ground

A moment later, one person and one horse awoke from the shock. The big dark horse was completely unable to resist the fear in his instinct. Turning around and preparing to continue to flee, Ning Que still looked at the picture under the cliff in a daze.

The Hanging Temple is an unknowable place. Even practitioners only vaguely know that this Buddhist holy place is far away in the extreme western wasteland, and it is also a rare place. Because of the name of the Hanging Temple, many people naturally guess that Hanging The temple must be built on the floating islands that are only found in the gods in the legend.

Who would have thought that instead of floating in the sky, the Hanging Temple was below the ground? Ning Que looked at the mountain in the distance that hides his pet's body under the ground, and he was puzzled.

At this moment, on the extremely remote cliffs in the southwest, countless white morning fog suddenly hung down. The fog was slightly wet and heavier than the air. It slowly fell from the cliff to the bottom of the sinkhole, looking like It is a white waterfall.

The tiankeng was originally heavy with moisture and spontaneously drenched in mist. At this time, countless morning mists flowed into the surface, and it suddenly became white. The majestic mountain peak was covered in clouds and mist, and the mountainside was completely invisible, as if Disappearing, looking from the black carriage, it looks like it has become a suspended island floating in the clouds. The yellow temple between the peaks of the island is faint in the fog, resembling the fairyland of Buddha.

Ning Que looked at the shocking magical picture in front of him, and said with emotion: "So this is the origin of the Xuankong Temple."

The big dark horse kicked the ground lightly with his head low, and did not dare to make any noises, but his mood was extremely anxious and nervous, thinking to himself that even though the Buddhist holy place was so wonderful, it was not worth taking such a big risk.

Ning Que didn’t think it was very risky. With his eyesight, he looked at the peaks in the tiankeng in the distance, and he could only see the outlines of the yellow temples. From the peaks to the ground, the black carriage was probably It was about the size of a grain of black sand and would not attract the attention of the monks in the Hanging Temple.

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

The iron barrel is a stargazing mirror designed by him and carefully crafted by the fourth and sixth brothers. Two of them were made. One of them honored the teacher, and the other he naturally took with him.

The first time the Master used this mirror to observe stars, he changed the name to a telescope based on its effect. Ning Que still doesn't know about this. But he knew that this mirror was originally used to look into the distance.

The clouds and mist in the tiankeng flow quickly. The yellow temples on the mountain peaks sometimes disappear, and sometimes you can occasionally see the world below the mountainside, Ning Que is holding a telescope. Looking at the view magnified many times in the circular field of view, watching the monk doing morning class on the stone ping in front of the temple, he was silent.

Probably the wind was whistling upwards from the bottom of the sinkhole. The thick clouds on the mountainside were blown away a lot. Ning Que saw the picture below the mountainside through a telescope, and suddenly discovered that under the mountainside of the giant peak, there are actually innumerable 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 wasteland. Then, he discovered that there was a river at the bottom of the tiankeng. There are also farmhouses.

Ning Que was silently observing the Xuankong Temple with the telescope, the expression on his face became more and more solemn, and the hands holding Tie Yuan became more and more rigid.

According to the moments he saw, he simply calculated that there are probably more than a thousand monks in the Xuankong Temple, and there are at least a hundred thousand people living in the huge field at the bottom of the Tiankeng. Those with dark complexions. The hungry and ragged farmer is responsible for providing the materials needed for life for the Hanging Temple on the Peak, and must have to bear a lot of heavy labor.

How many years the Xuankong Temple has existed, presumably those mortals have lived at the bottom of the tiankeng for many years. I don't know how many generations have been in the dark and humid underground. Work hard, live with no complaints. In order to maintain the existence of the Xuankong Temple, Ning Que believes that even a devout Buddhist believer cannot endure such torture forever. The monks in the Xuankong Temple must have their own means to drive these farmers like livestock. In this sense In other words, those farmers are more like serfs that the Central Plains has long abolished.

In a very short period of time, many images appeared in Ning Que's mind. The fugitive slaves who were pierced through the shoulder blades by the iron ropes, the disrespectful Buddhas who fell dead in the cold rice fields, and more than 100,000 poor people kneeling in front of the mountain. A mortal, the luxurious life of a monk in the temple... He put down his binoculars and looked at the hanging temple in the cloud and mist, frowning slightly.

Sangsang raised the car curtain and saw the scene in front of him, shocked and speechless.

Ning Que handed her the telescope and said, "Look at it and leave. It's not worth our visit to Xuankong Temple."

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If Ning Que is a man of great wisdom and bravery, he might climb down the cliff, sneak into the miserable world under the clouds, launch the serfs insurrection, and overthrow this deformed Xuankong Temple that resembles an ant cave, or he will Quietly sneaked into the Xuankong Temple, looking for the treasures accumulated by Buddhism for many years.

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

Although the treasure is good, it depends on whether there is life to get it. Everyone has curiosity. If he is still the simple Mr. Thirteen of the Academy before the Lanke Temple, he has to go to the Xuankong Temple for whatever he wants to say, anyway. The monks in the monastery grabbed him, presumably they would not dare to kill him at will, but now he is carrying Sangsang, although the world seems to have no place to stay, let alone in Lanke Temple, he wants to kill Sangsang. Buddhist holy land?

The black carriage sneaked quietly, and after a while, it returned to the place where they had started before, but it deviated slightly, just about to pass the linden tree.

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

Sangsang looked at the gray-white trunk and the green tree with Ye Ruo futon, thinking that in such a cold autumn, there could be such a lonely tree on the wasteland. It was a little bit magical, and thinking about himself. I was surprised to see the place where the Buddha passed away as recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.

Ning Que said with a smile: "You are not inferior to the Buddha. You don't need to be too in awe of him."

After the light from the top of Washan Mountain came to Lanke Temple, life and death were in danger all the way. The two had no chance to discuss that matter, or that they didn't want to discuss that matter, but after all, they couldn't remain silent.

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

Ning Que thought about the Xuankong Temple he had seen before and the cruel truths he had guessed, and said, "I don't know or care, but if it is such a world, it doesn't seem to matter if it is destroyed."

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