If there were holes in the corner of the wall, Ning Que would definitely get into it. No matter whether it was the endless abyss or the legendary Netherworld, but not, so he could only hold his head, trembling all over in pain, sweating like slurry, blood flowing out of the corners of his lips, tears flowing, and his clothes had already been wet.

He had never experienced such terrible pain, and even felt that it was countless times more difficult than being caught by a horse thief on the wasteland and tortured and forced to confess. The axe in his head and the invisible giant axe in the sky kept falling down, as if it would never stop, which was extremely desperate.

Later, his body even began to twitch, his eyes began to scatter, and even the color of his lips had turned into inauspicious gray, which was really not much different from the dead.

I don't know how long it took, the giant axe from the sky finally stopped. Although the axe in his head was still chopping, it was a little better. He stood up with unimaginable perseverance and rushed out of the Zen room, not daring to look back at the shadow.

Escaped from Baita Temple, he coughed up blood all the way in the astonished eyes of the people in Chaoyang City, and finally walked back to the courtyard. When he saw Sangsang's figure under the tree, his spirit suddenly relaxed and could no longer resist the feeling of weakness caused by pain. He turned dark and fainted.

When he woke up, it was already dawn outside the window, Sangsang was already asleep while sitting beside the bed. There was a bowl of grass ginseng porridge on the table, and there was a faint heat on the porridge. It seemed that she had been hot many times last night.

Ning Que remembered those nights in Chang'an in Weicheng many years ago, and was in a warm mood. He got up and helped her to the bed, covered her with bedding. A sound came from his belly. He realized that he was already hungry. He picked up the bowl and drank the porridge, wiped his mouth, and was about to go to Baita Temple as usual, but his face suddenly turned pale.

He remembered what happened in the Zen room last night. As soon as he had thought, he felt another severe pain in his mind. No one was cutting himself with an axe, but the remaining power of pain was still there.

Sangsang opened his eyes, looked at him quietly for a long time, and suddenly pointed to his head and said, "There is someone in you, he wants it out."

Nothing could be hidden from Haotian's eyes, but she didn't know what was going on Ning Que's body. Why did someone in his head keep chopping with an axe? Even if this problem can be explained, how can she explain the invisible giant axe falling from the sky?

Ning Que walked to the window, looked at the dark sky, and said with a trembling voice: "Why did you chop me that day?"

Sangsang thought for a while and said, "Maybe it is because you rarely accompany me these days and often forget to cook for me, so you are struck by lightning?"

"There is no thunder, only the sky is striking." Ning Que said.

Sangsang said, "What's the difference?"

Ning Que's face turned pale, he turned to look at her and said, "Why did God chop me?"

Sangsang pointed at himself and said, "I am the god, or I want to chop you."

Ning Que asked, "Are you chopping me?"

Sangsang looked at the sky outside the window and said, "Maybe it's me who can't stand you treating me like this."

Ning Que thought about the pain that last night and shouted angrily: "I marry you as a wife, and I will be controlled by your twin brothers and sisters? Is there any reason for it?"

Sangsang's expression remained unchanged and said, "Our truth is the law of heaven."

Ning Que felt that this statement was a bit unreasonable, and he didn't know whether her reason was true. Anyway, he decided not to go to Baita Temple today. Although he wanted to know what the shadow on the wall was, and even more so why there were axes in his head and in the sky to chop himself, he didn't want to repeat the painful process that night last night. Human curiosity can indeed overcome the fear of the unknown, but it may not necessarily overcome the pain.

On that day, he stayed in the yard, staring at the sky with Sangsang in a daze. Whenever a bell rang in a temple in the distance, his face turned a little pale because he was afraid.

Sangsang looked at his expression and said inconspicuously: "You were not so afraid of the pain before."

Ning Que said: "I used to be afraid of pain, but I just had to take care of you, so I could only pretend not to be afraid."

Sangsang said, "You have to take care of me now."

Ning Que thought about it and said, "It makes sense. You have to figure out what's going on, otherwise there will be a problem. But let's talk about it in a few days. I'm really a little scared."

After all, he underestimated human curiosity, or overcame his fear because he had to take care of Sangsang. He did not wait longer and returned to Baita Temple the next day.

The monk Qingban was talking to him as usual. He ignored him and walked directly to the meditation room. The wall that he smashed last night had been repaired.

He was silent for a long time when he faced the wall, and there was no shadow on it.

He sat back to the table and began to read Buddhist scriptures. When dusk gradually came, he lit the candles on the table. When the fire was ignited, his hands trembled a little, so the flames shook slightly.

The shadow reappeared on the wall. At the beginning, it became a little weak because of the candlelight shaking. Then it took only a short time to become clear.

Ning Que stood up, just this simple move seemed to have consumed all his strength, so that when he walked towards the wall, his steps seemed a little weak.

The shadow sat cross-legged, as if practicing Buddhism.

Ning Que took a few deep breaths, sat cross-legged in front of the wall.

"Who are you?" he asked looking at the shadow.

The shadow naturally would not answer him, and was silent like a dead old monk.

Ning Que stared at the shadow as if he wanted to see through him.

The shadow has no eyes, so naturally he will not look at him.

Just when Ning Que thought he would spend this peacefully tonight, the bell suddenly rang in Baita Temple.

Just like the night class had already ended, but the bell began to echo. He couldn't even tell whether the bell came from the Buddhist temple or rang in his heart.

Ning Que's expression was very nervous. He remembered that after the bell rang out the night before, something changed.

It was true to be the same tonight. The bell sound seemed to be a signal of the beginning of a disaster. The bell sound, which had a strong effect of clearing the mind and calming the mind, made the shadow on the wall crazy.

The shadow no longer crossed his head, stood up and began to wave his arms towards the sky. It was not calling anyone, but looking at the intense situation, it was more like cursing at a place in the sky.

The shadow turned into a black flame, dancing constantly, as if it was about to burn everything, and it was like a prisoner in pain on the stolen rack, whose body was ablated and zoomed by the flames, which seemed particularly terrifying.

Ning Que's heart was a little sad and began to cry, because he felt the shadow's unwillingness again, the other party's despair and anger, and the feeling of endless desolation and sadness.

He seemed to see an old monk standing in front of a grave, facing the heavy rain falling in the night sky, cursing the sky and the earth angrily, slandering the Tao and destroying the Buddha, and wishing to tear the world apart.

Ning Que shed tears not only because he felt these emotions, but also because he knew that he would soon start to suffer the pain like the previous eve.

There was a loud buzzing sound!

Ning Que felt that someone was standing in his sea of ​​consciousness, holding a sharp giant axe and slashing hard at his skull, as if he wanted to break his head and jump out.

The severe pain spread from the top of his head to his limbs. He even felt that his skin was being stabbed by countless fine needles. The feeling was like being peeled and then sprinkled with countless handfuls of sea salt!

Ning Que's face suddenly pale, and his body kept trembling, like a mountain that could collapse at any time, but he was prepared tonight and forced to maintain a cross-legged posture.

"Liansheng! What exactly are you going to do!"

He looked at the shadow on the wall and shouted angrily.

The shadow on the wall did not answer him, and was still struggling desperately, cursing and hitting the sky, so the axe was still chopping his head.

Ning Que endured the pain, bit his lips tightly, and a trembling and hoarse voice oozed out of his teeth, looking particularly terrifying, and shouted: "If you don't stop, I will destroy you!"

Liansheng's fragments of consciousness have been lying quietly in the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness for many years. When Ning Que is in danger, it will occasionally brighten and give him instructions.

Although Liansheng's consciousness is very strong, it is a remnant left after death. Ning Que believes that with his own mental strength, he can definitely suppress it.

The shadow still ignored him and seemed very contemptuous.

Because of the pain, Ning Que's eyebrows kept beating, and his clothes were already wet with sweat. He knew that he could no longer bear it, so he mobilized his mind and dived into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Although it was a pity and unwillingness, he still wanted to crush the fragments of consciousness left by Liansheng, otherwise he might really go crazy in this pain or even die directly.

But he forgot that he had two axes.

He had just mobilized his mind and another thunderous bell rang out over the Baita Temple.

The invisible giant axe fell from the high sky and slashed directly on him.

At this moment, he felt as if his body was split in half and his heart was split in half.

Although he bit his lips, he could not stop a very miserable howl of pain from his lips.

He fell to the ground in pain and vomited blood, his body twisted constantly, like a loach stuffed into a hot pot, and the ground quickly became bloody.

The axes from the sky continued to chop, and the axes from the sea of ​​consciousness continued to chop. His eyes were dissipated and he could no longer bear it. He fainted like this, but even in a coma, his body still twitched from time to time. It was obvious that the two sharp axes from the sky and in his head were still chopping and chopping.

I don't know how long he woke up in the meditation room. The sky was shining outside the window. He was in a coma for a whole night. Fortunately, the bell stopped and the axe stopped.

He wiped off the blood stains from the corners of his lips, walked out of the Zen room with difficulty, and came to the lakeside.

The monk Qingban was on the lakeside, looking at his pale face and blood on his body, and was a little surprised and said blankly: "Senior Brother, are you chanting scriptures or killing animals in the Zen room?"

Ning Que looked at the blue sky and asked, "Did you hear the bell?"

The monk Qingban looked confused and said, "What bell?"

Ning Que's expression was also confused and said, "Why can only I hear it?"

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