Nightfall Chapter 136: I hacked you because I missed you, so it’s very loud

Back to the small courtyard, sitting under the tree and meditating for three days and three nights, Ning Que felt that his spirit had fully recovered, got up and walked out, Sangsang said, "If you don't understand, why bother? "

Ning Que did not look back, and said: "I have suffered so much, of course I have to figure it out. (/baojian/宝鉴)"

When I came to the White Pagoda Temple, I quietly read the Buddhist scriptures and the notes of the previous generations of monks. When the twilight came, he lit the candle on the table. He was already familiar with these levels and did it naturally.

The candlelight gleamed slightly, and the shadow reappeared on the wall.

He walked to the wall, sat down cross-legged, thought for a moment, then drew out the iron knife and placed it on the ground beside him, and at the same time took out some talisman paper from his sleeve, ready to use it later.

In fact, he knew very well that neither the iron sword nor the magic rune had any meaning to the shadow on the wall and the two great axes, because it was a catastrophe of extraordinary significance.

But doing so can give him a little peace of mind.

It didn't take long for the bell to ring again in the White Pagoda Temple. The monks in the temple still did not hear it. Only Ning Que could hear the bell.

He looked at the shadow on the wall and said, "Come on."

Shadow stood up, began to scream violently, and began to struggle.

The giant axe swung frantically in Ning Que's mind again.

Ning Que's face suddenly paled, and blue veins in the forehead kept appearing with the rhythm of the axe falling, and the clenched teeth began to ooze blood, but he always maintained a cross-legged posture and refused to surrender.

Now he knows very well that the shadow on the wall is his own and Liansheng's. The giant axe in his head is actually Liansheng's fragment of consciousness.

Three days ago, when he couldn't bear the pain, he wanted to use his mind to suppress Liansheng's fragments of consciousness, but at that time, the axe fell from the sky.

The first night. Although he didn't understand the truth of the matter, he instinctively wanted to destroy Liansheng's fragments of consciousness while he was confused. It was also at that time that a bell rang in the sky.

He doesn't have the ability to resist two great axes at the same time. He wants to try whether he can resist the axe in his head.

"You are constantly struggling and writhing. People who know know you are uncomfortable. People who don't know may think you are really crazy. What do you want to do?"

Ning Que looked at the painful shadow on the wall and asked with a pale face: "Just say what you want. If you don't say, how do I know what you want?"

Shadow still didn't answer him.

The axe kept hacking in his head, and big beads of sweat ran down the bridge of his nose. It was slightly salty flowing into his mouth, but he didn't know whether it was sweat or blood.

He stared at the shadow on the wall, his body trembling constantly, enduring more and more terrible pain, his hands were extremely tight, his nails sinking into his palms.

"What the **** do you want!" he cried out in pain and angrily.

The shadow suddenly stood still. It turned into a shadow, spreading towards the surroundings, and eventually occupied the entire Zen room, whether it was candlelight. Still the starlight outside the window, falling on the walls and the ground, are all dark.

In this gloomy world, Ning Que saw the suspended stone beams in the belly of Mozong Mountain. See the monument without words, and see the boneless mountain. I saw the old monk who was as thin as a ghost in the mountains.

The old monk is a Buddha, and the old monk is also a demon.

The old monk said: "If you want to cultivate demons, you must cultivate Buddha first."

Ning Que said: "I have been cultivating Buddha."

The old monk said: "If you don't be crazy, you won't become a Buddha."

Ning Que woke up, remembering that he had heard these words before, and realized that Liansheng was not answering his own questions, but just a ray of thoughts after death, retelling the past.

The old monk’s eye sockets are deep, and there seems to be a ghost fire shining in it. His face is distorted and looks extremely painful, and he hissed: "But these are fake! The Buddha is fake! The devil is also fake!" /

Ning Que woke up with a cold sweat.

With a squeak, the door of the Zen room was pushed open, and the shadows all over the room suddenly gathered, turning into shadows sitting cross-legged on the wall.

Sangsang walked behind him, looked at the shadow quietly, and said, "He is not Liansheng."

Ning Que's head is still in pain, and he asks in a daze, "Who is that?"

Sangsang looked at him and said, "It's you."

Ning Que asked: "Why me? What about the bells from the sky?"

Sangsang said: "I don't know, I don't know."

She is Haotian who knows everything, but she doesn't know the answer to these two things.

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In the days that followed, Ning Que would occasionally go to the White Pagoda Temple, inquiring painfully and angrily at the shadow on the wall, but still did not find the answer.

The most painful thing for him is that if he does not go to the White Pagoda Temple, the axe in his head will not cut him, but no matter where he is, the bell in the sky will always continue, the invisible The giant axe kept chopping his body and mind, as if not cutting him in two, vowing not to stop.

No one can hear the bells falling from the sky, just like no one can hear the bells of the White Tower Temple at night, and no one can see the giant axe falling from the sky, neither can Sangsang.

Sometimes Ning Que may even feel that these are hallucinations, but the extremely clear pain keeps reminding him that the axe really exists and that someone is cutting him constantly.

There is a giant axe all the time. What kind of pain he can’t bear. The body becomes weaker and weaker, and the spirit becomes more and more radiant. Sometimes he can’t bear it and rushes to the yard. Li yelled at the sky, only to find that it didn't make any sense.

Sangsang spends all his time taking care of him, wiping sweat from his forehead, dispelling the shadows of nightmares and summer insects, holding his hand, and occasionally watching the sky.

Three years have passed. Ning Que was chopped with an axe for three full years. The time became so long and unbearable in the painful torture. He even thought about suicide, but he was reluctant to bear it.

One day in the late autumn, Ning Que got up from the bed, walked to the table, stretched out trembling fingers, took a sip of tea from the tea bowl, he used a lot of strength to not let the bowl fall.

True pain will make the human body respond instinctively. Unending pain is a great torture to the spirit and a great harm to the body.

He pushed the door and walked out of the room, looking at Sangsang who was preparing lunch in the kitchen, and said, "I don't have an appetite. Just eat whatever you like."

Sangsang stood up, looked at him quietly, and suddenly smiled.

Ning Que thought there was something on his face, so he reached out and touched it, only to find that he had lost a lot of weight.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, remembering that he hadn't had any pain for a long time.

He raised his head and looked at the crisp autumn sky, and muttered, "Don't you cut it?"

Sangsang said: "Would you like to go for a walk?"

In the past three years, Ning Que rarely left the hospital for walks. He didn't want to hold Sangsang's hand and walked under the weeping willows by the river. Suddenly, his face was pale and he fell to the ground, which was very shameless.

But... now that the axe in the sky doesn't chop. Or can you go for a walk? It's just that, why doesn't the axe cut, but feels a bit lost?

"Okay." He said with a smile, but because of the pain that is present all the time, he hasn't smiled for a long time, so his smile looks a little blunt.

Sangsang wiped the water on his apron dry, and asked: "Where to go?"

Ning Que thought for a while. Said: "Let's go to the White Pagoda Temple."

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Entering the Buddhist room, closing the door, Ning Que sits in front of the wall.

Sangsang is outside the meditation room, quietly looking at the sky.

The candle has been lit. The shadow on the wall gradually emerged.

"Long time no see."

Ning Que looked at the shadow and said: "I don't know whether you are Liansheng or myself, but I think you should not harm me. Then what are you trying to tell me?"

As in the past three years, the shadow still doesn't speak.

Ning Que said: "No matter what is going on. I don't want to bear it anymore. I'm still awake while the axe in the sky hasn't fallen, and I will ask you one last time."

Shadow stood up slowly and looked up.

"If you still refuse to give me the answer, then...I may have to die."

Ning Que said with a sad smile: "I really can't stand it."

The shadow suddenly looked at him.

Shadow has no eyes, but Ning Que knew he was looking at himself.

Ning Que stared at him and said: "If I die, you will die too."

Shadow bends down suddenly, shaking constantly, seeming to be laughing, until he can't stop his tears.

Ning Que was about to say something more, when the shadow suddenly straightened up and slapped his head with a palm!

Baita Temple bells are coming again!

The giant axe in Ning Que's head slashed at the top of his head fiercely!

This is the heaviest axe in three years!

Almost at the same time, an extremely violent voice sounded in the sky!

An invisible and extremely sharp giant front came from the sky and fell in a flash, landing on Ning Que's body!

The two axes met on the top of Ning Que's head, only separated by the Tian Ling Gai.

A loud hum!

Ning Que felt that his body and heart had really been split in half.

The intense pain caused his pupils to shrink suddenly and the base of his tongue numb.

He wanted to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but he couldn't do it.

The next moment, the pain slowly disappeared like low tide sea water.

He felt that his head was split apart.

There are his eyes in that crack, able to see things.

He looked at the wall, but also at the sky.

He feels that his body is transparent. You can see all the pictures you couldn't see before, and you can see things that you couldn't see clearly before. Is this the wisdom eye?

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Slightly earlier, the people in the mountains at the back of the academy were surrounded by pear trees. Brother Six held a hammer and kept hitting the chessboard. The rest were cheering for him.

They have been smashing this board. As long as Ning Que does not come out, they will smash it for a day. They believe that one day they can smash this board.

The autumn breeze rose slightly, and the big brother came under the pear tree, and everyone came forward to bow.

The big brother took the hammer and said: "You take a rest, I will try a hammer."

The hammer fell, and the smoke was loud and the sound was like thunder.

Simon was not confused and exclaimed: "Brother is worthy of being a senior, how loud is this voice."

Bei Gong Weiyang looked at the chessboard and said disappointedly: "Didn't it be broken?"

The big brother smiled embarrassedly and handed over the hammer.

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(Chapter Two)