A Clash of Gods - Chapter 122

[Chapter 122]

When Yang Ning woke up, a beam of sunlight came in from the window and scattered scattered light spots in the room. He opened his eyes and looked left and right, but he felt very strange. He suddenly sat up and felt a tingling sensation in his chest. Already gone.

He calmed down, looked around, and saw that it was an ordinary wing room with two small windows with criss-crossing slats, and the light was pouring in through the gaps in the slats.

The furnishings in the house are very clean and simple. Except for the bed that I sleep on, there is a space in the middle. There is also an identical bed on the opposite side. It is very simple. There is only a pine table and a few small pine stools between the two beds. Teacup and teapot.

The quilt and sheets on the opposite bed were all gray and white, with no other colors, and were folded squarely.

Opposite is a wall, and in the middle is a banner with a simple word: Qing!

Yang Ning frowned and stood up from the bed. He only remembered that he had a sudden pain in his chest in the Hou Mansion, like a needle being stabbed like a knife, and passed out in a coma.

Waking up but in this place, everything is very unfamiliar, obviously not Hou’s mansion.

The door of the house was half-closed, Yang Ning took two steps, and felt that his feet were light and fluttering, and his body was a little weak.

When he came out, the warm and genial sunlight fell on him, with a touch of warmth.

Outside the door is a small courtyard, with a few pines and cypresses, a few clumps of grass and trees, and a bluestone path leading directly to the courtyard gate. Yang Ning walked along the bluestone path and walked out of the courtyard door. After a few steps, I saw that there was a cliff like the tip of a knife in front of me, and there was a giant hanging bell near the edge of the cliff.

He looked left and right. Outside the courtyard wall, there was a path that only one person could pass through. On one side was the courtyard wall, and on the other side was a bottomless cliff. Only the blade-like cliff protruded forward.

Yang Ning was surprised, and only then did he know that he was actually on a cliff.

He walked over slowly and came to the side of the hanging clock. There was a big stone pier under the giant clock. There was a slate on it. The slate was smooth, with lines crisscrossing it. There is a small stone pier on the left and right, and it is obvious that people often play games here on weekdays.

He was condescending, looked up, and had a panoramic view of the scenery, only to see the rolling hills, the hills were slightly curved, winding like a dragon, among the mountains, but vaguely saw many ancient temples and courtyards, and there were also many dangerous places erected by the sky Hanging Bridge, some halls look antique, simple and solemn, but some places are resplendent, quite conspicuous in the sun.

Yang Ning was greatly surprised. He didn’t know how to appear in such a place. He wondered if it was possible that he had crossed over again.

I was surprised when I heard a voice from behind: “Hey, are you awake? This is really nice.”

Hearing that voice was immature, Yang Ning turned around and saw that it was a young monk in a monk’s robe, but at the age of thirteen or fourteen years old, with a handsome appearance, carrying a basket in his hand, and looking at him happily.

Yang Ning was stunned for a moment, and said strangely: “You…are you talking about me?” He looked around and saw that there was no one else, so he could only be talking about himself, and asked in confusion, “Do you know me?”

The little monk said: “You have been here for two days, the little monk is really bright, and he still doesn’t know your name!”

“Zhen Ming?” Yang Ning said, “Your name is Zhen Ming?”

“Exactly.” The little monk raised one palm, “This is the name given by the host!”

Yang Ning stepped forward and asked, “Zhen Ming, let me ask you, why am I here? What exactly is this place?”

The little monk really wondered: “You don’t know where this is? This is the Daguang Temple, oh, where are you now? We are on the Tianbao Mountain, which is the smallest peak of the Three Treasure Peaks of the Zijin Mountain. . . but where the morning bell is.”

“Purple Gold Mountain? Daguang Temple?” Yang Ning said confusedly, “What is the Daguang Temple?”

Zhenming raised his hand and touched his bald head, wondering: “Daguangming Temple is Daguangming Temple,

I…we are in the Great Light Temple right now, and I don’t know where it is.

” asked: “The master said that you were injured and you need to rest here for a while. Are you a disciple of Daguang Temple?”

Haven’t shaved yet?

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“Da Guangming Temple disciple?” Yang Ning immediately shook his head and said, “I don’t want to be a monk.”

Zhenming said strangely: “Don’t be a monk? But…but in the Daguang Temple, aren’t all monks? You are not a monk, why can the temple help you heal?”

Yang Ning immediately thought that he had suffered an injury when he was in the Hou Mansion. After thinking about it in his mind, he cleared up some ideas and said, “Are you saying that someone in Daguang Temple helped me treat my injury?”

Zhenming nodded and said, “Yes, it was the two uncles who helped you heal at the same time. How do you feel now? The master said that your injury has not fully recovered, and it will take some time. Stay here for the time being.”

“Who is your master?”

Zhen Ming said: “Master’s name is pure, don’t you know?”

Yang Ning shook his head and saw that little monk Zhenming had two fragrant scars on his bald head. He asked curiously, “Little monk, why are there only two fragrant scars on your head? Aren’t they all nine?”

Zhenming was stunned for a moment, then shook his head quickly and said, “Don’t dare, this is a ring scar, don’t make any mistakes. This ring scar is one, two, three, six, eight, nine, twelve, twelve o’clock is the Bodhisattva vow, great In Guangming Temple, only the host master has nine precepts, and the master only has eight scars, I am Lefujie, and I am satisfied.”

Only then did Yang Ning know that in the Daguang Temple, there are so many things about ring scars.

“Then where is your master? How many days do I have to stay here?” Yang Ning asked as he walked into the yard, “Do you want to help me with the two monks who helped me heal?”

Zhen Ming said: “You can’t say that about the two uncles, but they and the master have gone down the mountain now and are not in the temple.”

“What?” Yang Ning stopped, “Then when will they come back?”

But he was thinking, now there are a lot of things in the Hou Mansion, he left suddenly, and he doesn’t know what the situation is. Besides, he made an agreement with Tang Nuo, and within half a month, the girl will go to Beijing to find him. Listen to this. The little monk said that he had been in the Daguang Temple for two days. According to the time, if Tang Nuo kept his promise, he should be in the capital in the next two days. Don’t know where it will go.

He didn’t feel any discomfort, but thought that if the injury was cured, it would be better to leave earlier.

Zhenming replied honestly: “They are going down the mountain to do things, and the master said that it will take three days to come back at the earliest.”

“Three days?” Yang Ning frowned and said, “I see that this Daguang Temple has many pavilions and palaces, and it is not a small temple. There must be many pilgrims. Why do you still go out to do things to earn money? Is there a shortage of money in the temple?”

Zhenming was stunned for a moment, and said strangely: “Earn money? Why make money? The emperor passed away. In addition to the master and master of the Daguang Temple who have to sit in the air, the thirteen monks went to ten, just to hold a land and water dharma meeting, which is the biggest The Master of the Master, the ten monks must be in place to achieve Consummation. The master is one of the thirteen monks of the light, and he must go.”

“What do you mean by the thirteen monks?” Yang Ning said curiously, “There must not be only thirteen monks in such a large temple, right?”

Zhenming hurriedly said: “No, no, there are four or five hundred people up and down the temple, and the thirteen monks of the light refer to the thirteen monks of the Jingzi generation, including the master teacher.” Don’t you understand Guangming Temple? It’s as pure as the sea, you don’t know it, right?”

“I really don’t know.” Yang Ning sighed: “I was originally in the capital, and as soon as I opened my eyes, I was here.”

Zhen Ming patted his head, “Yes, I almost forgot, you just entered the temple. Hey, the master walked in a hurry, and he didn’t make it clear.” Carrying the basket, he walked into the room, put it on the table, and said, “Quickly. Come and eat.”

Only then did Yang Ning feel really hungry. When he entered the house, Zhen Ming had already put Lan Nei’s food on the table, a small plate of tofu, a small plate of vegetables, and two bowls of rice.

“This…is this for one person or two?” Yang Ning couldn’t help but ask, not to mention two people, he could only eat half full by himself.

Although Zhenming is honest, he is not stupid. Seeing what Yang Ning meant, he said, “The little monk is not hungry, you should eat it.”

Although Yang Ning was hungry, he was really embarrassed to let Zhenming watch from the side. He pushed over a bowl of rice and said, “Let’s eat together.” He couldn’t help asking, “Is the Daguang Temple real? Very poor? How come there are only these meals?”

Zhenming explained: “The senior brother of Wugutang said that if you want to cultivate the mind, you should eat less. He also said that the monk is not too old. You shouldn’t eat too much. That’s a karmic sin.”

“Everyone else is like this?” Yang Ning frowned.

Zhen Ming shook his head and said, “That’s not true.” He asked, “By the way, Master… Junior Brother, do you have a Dharma name?”

Yang Ning picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat when he heard Zhenming’s question, put down his chopsticks, and said seriously: “Little monk, you heard clearly, I am not a monk, not now, nor will I be in the future, I have no connection with Buddhism in my life, It is impossible to become a glorious monk, so there will be no legal name.” Pointing to his chest, he said, “You will call me in the future… Brother Ning!”

“Brother Ning?” Zhenming folded his hands together: “The temple has always been called by the brothers and sisters, you…not long after you entered the temple, the little monk can only call you Junior Brother Ning, may I know?”

“Whatever, I’m too lazy to bother with you.” Yang Ning picked up the rice bowl and pulled the bowl of rice down in three or two. He looked up and saw Zhenming staring at him blankly, put down the bowl and chopsticks, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Junior Brother Ning, you look very hungry. You should eat this bowl as well.” Zhen Ming pushed the bowl of rice in front of him, “I don’t eat a meal, I can bear it.”

Yang Ning asked, “How far is the Wugutang you said from here? Why don’t we go get some more food.”

Zhenming waved his hand and said: “No, no, Wugutang has hours every day to break the fast, and now it is closed. Let’s go now, it will take at least one stick of incense to walk to Wugutang, and even if it arrives, the senior brothers of Wugutang will not for us.”

Yang Ning slapped the table and said angrily, “What kind of senior brother is that? He’s so awesome that he can’t even get enough to eat. What do they want to do?”

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PS: The new month is here, and everyone’s guaranteed monthly tickets are expected to be rewarded to the desert, and I will return in a more coquettish manner!