932 Beautiful (1/2)

The Buddha land woke up, and so did the monks in the yellow temples. Ning Que was not worried about being discovered by the Xuankong Temple since Sangsang was by his side, so he kept searching like last night.

He stepped into every yellow temple he pa.s.sed by and searched carefully for the sign of his Second Brother. It was Sangsang's turn to be impatient since Ning Que spent much time searching.

On a cliff covered by the green vine, she turned around and asked, ”Are you looking for Jun Mo?”

Ning Que answered, ”Of course, I don't have the ability to help you find Buddha.”

Sangsang said, ”Idiot.”

After saying this, she walked toward the front yard of the cliff. Unlike last night, Ning Que was just stumped and puzzled. Why does she keep on calling me an idiot?

The green vines separated voluntarily to let Sangsang pa.s.s through, and Ning Que quickened his pace and followed her tightly. He found that the cliff was a bit weird.

There was an unknown tree by the cliff, projecting a shade on the ground. A small temple was behind the tree, with its yellow paint peeling off. It seemed that no one had been here for many years due to the dust on the stairs.

All the temples that they stepped in along the way from the bottom of the mountain were magnificent or sacred. They found it odd to see such a dilapidated temple here.

What puzzled Ning Que more was that he sensed familiar breath coming from the dilapidated temple. He and Sangsang had cultivated Buddhism in Lanke Temple, so they could detect the supreme Buddha nature in the breath.

The Buddha nature was very pure and even more powerful than that of the temples that they had stopped by last night all added together. How could a temple with such pure Buddha nature be so dilapidated? How could the monks in Xuankong temple forget about this temple? Who used to live here?

Was this the place Sangsang wanted to find? Was Buddha hiding here?

Standing under the tree by the cliff, Ning Que looked at the little temple and suddenly felt a little cold. He subconsciously leaned towards Sangsang and asked, ”Is it here?”

Sangsang looked serious but said nothing and just walked straight to the temple.

The temple door was pushed open, and the cobweb inside was instantly swept to the endless abyss under the cliff by the breeze.

Stepping in, Ning Que found that this was a fake temple and what they saw before was only the front of the temple. There was not even any building inside the temple, just a corridor full of dust.

The corridor led directly to the wall of the cliff, and there was an entrance to a cave in the wall.

Ning Que was getting more and more nervous, but Sangsang remained calm. She walked straight into the cave with her hands behind her back and seemed to be a little impatient.

The cave was very quiet and dry, and the only furnis.h.i.+ng was one futon, which was plainer than the one Ning Que once stayed in the Back Hill of Academy.

The futon lay in front of the wall of the cave, covered with dust and Ning Que felt that it would fall apart if he were to breathe heavily.

There was a shadow in the stone wall facing the futon. Examining carefully, he found that it was the shadow of a human figure and even vaguely recognized the edge of the kasaya.

A long time ago, there must have been a monk who sat quietly facing the wall. He must have sat here for countless years to make his figure print on the stone wall. Who was this monk?

Ning Que was shocked.

Sangsang completely ignored the ident.i.ty of the monk who faced the wall here many years ago. She looked at the shadow and instantly knew that the monk was definitely not Buddha. So she was a little impatient.

”Don't follow me. You will only slow me down.” After saying this, she stepped out of the cave.

Looking at her back, Ning Que shouted, ”I am still looking for Second Brother.”

Sangsang didn't turn back and said, ”Idiot.”

Ning Que asked, ”Even though I am an idiot, I have to look for Second Brother. What if we can't find each other?”

Sangsang answered, ”I can find you.”

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Sangsang left, and Ning Que stayed at the cave alone. Looking at the shadow on the stone wall, he shook his head and was about to leave, but slowly stopped at the entrance of the cave.

While still standing under the tree in the front yard of the cliff, he felt that the breath in this dilapidated temple was very familiar. At this moment, standing inside the cave, his feelings became more and more obvious, and he even felt that he had seen the human figure on the stone wall somewhere before.

Ning Que thought for a while and then walked back to the depths of the cave. Looking at the shadow on the stone wall, he pondered for a long time and then sat down due to exhaustion.

But he had forgotten that the futon in front of the stone wall was very old and couldn't support his weight. The moment Ning Que sat on the futon, it was scattered into cattail leaves, floating everywhere.

”What the f.u.c.k?”

Looking at the cattail leaves on the floor, Ning Que shook his head helplessly and reached out to collect the scattered leaves together. Then he took out the sewing kit from the luggage and started the sewing expertly.

It didn't take long for the futon to be repaired. He pressed the futon and confirmed that it was strong enough to support some weight, then sat on it and stared at the shadow on the stone wall.

The shadow on the stone wall was branded by a monk of the previous generation using his Buddha nature. It was indeed a magical Buddha Dharma and he would be wors.h.i.+pped by countless Buddhist followers in the temples of the human world. But what did this have anything to do with Ning Que?

He didn't know why he was so attracted by the shadow on the stone wall. Unwilling to look away, Ning Que felt that the shadow contained countless mysteries waiting to be discovered.

After sitting on the futon for a long time, Ning Que was tired. He clasped his knees with his arms and put his head on his knees. After a while, he changed his position again and began to cup his chin with his palm. Like a young child who was indulged in the village theatrical performance, he stared at the stone wall with good relish.