Nan Dequ glanced at the passerby strangely and said, "Does it mean that if I'm not sincere, that temple won't exist?"
The passerby thought for a while and said, "If you don't come here sincerely, it won't matter whether there is a temple or not."
Nan Dequ was a little surprised when he saw these two people casually asking a passerby.
The passers-by probably knew what this swordsman who didn't look like Lu Naruto was thinking, so he smiled and said, "Don't think I'm an expert, it's just that what you hear and see in the two places is different."
The sense of luxury often comes from the sense of strangeness.
Just as Chen He and Nan Dequ lamented before, tofu is a luxury product in Luming.
In Huaian, probably no one would think that tofu is a very high-end food.
Chen He said with a smile: "That's true. When I went to Huangliang, I always thought they were very mysterious. How could things like gods and ghosts have contact with the world? But thinking about it on the other hand, people like us People who don't care about gods and ghosts at all are probably weird in Huangliang. Although people there don't fully believe in gods and ghosts, they are just influenced by what they hear and see. After all, they will have many concepts and definitions about gods and ghosts."
The passers-by nodded sincerely, but did not ask where the two of them were from.
After all, the only people who can come to the Luming Snow Country are the Huaian people, and it is naturally difficult to see the Huangliang people.
What's more, the identity of the sword cultivator has already explained a lot of things.
But looking at the strange combination of the two, I asked.
"What are you doing here?"
Chen He said sincerely: "I know a very delicious thing. I originally wanted to come to Luming to try to see if it can be sold, but unfortunately it is probably difficult to eat in Luming."
Passers-by asked curiously: "What is it?"
"Tofu."
Passersby sighed.
"That is indeed a pity, but I heard that a few years ago, His Majesty was thinking of forcibly building a high-mountain road between Luming and Huai'an to promote the integration of the two places. It is called a heavenly road. I don't know if it has been implemented now."
Nan Dequ raised his eyebrows and said, "Who is your Majesty?"
The passers-by looked at Nandequ strangely and said, "Of course it's His Majesty Kamigawa from the Gale Dynasty."
Nan Dequ was silent for a while, but said softly.
"Your Majesty is indeed worthy of these two words."
It's just that the person I'm probably sorry for is the word "senior brother".
The three of them stayed there for a while, and then the passerby started heading towards the mountain temple again.
Chen He and Nan Dequ pushed the cart and followed.
"What are you doing there?"
Chen He looked at the man and asked.
When the man heard this, he clasped his hands together, just like the monk in white whom Chen He had seen, and bowed devoutly.
"Pray for blessings."
Hearing this, Nan Dequ looked at the people walking in the wind and snow.
"They too?"
"Yes."
Chen He thought about what the monk in white said about the war going on in the west, and nodded thoughtfully.
Although along the way, Chen He only heard about the war, but he didn't encounter anything. It was just that such things were probably true.
It's just that the 300,000 Qingjia entered the desert and then came from the north. Chen He and the others were located southeast of Luming, so naturally they couldn't encounter those stories.
"When you encounter war, you probably really need to pray."
But when he heard such a sentence, the passerby shook his head, turned to look east, and said softly: "We are not praying for Lu Ming's war."
Chen He asked in surprise: "What's that for?"
The passerby said sincerely: "Pray for His Majesty."
Both Chen He and Nan Dequ stood there in a daze.
"Which Your Majesty?"
This question was asked by Chen He.
"Of course it's His Majesty Kamigawa from the Gale Dynasty."
The two stood there in silence.
As everyone thought, when Huaian went to see Lu Ming, it was very far away. Although the two were actually close to each other, they were only separated by countless winds and snow. So they thought that Lu Ming should look at Huaian like this.
But the words of this nameless passerby clearly shocked both of them.
Nan Dequ was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Why?"
The passerby smiled, stepped on the deep snow, and said softly: "Because we don't want Bai Yuya to remain Bai Yuya."
Chen He said with some confusion: "Why do you think of praying for His Majesty?"
The expressions of passers-by became serious.
"If there is a war in Lu Ming, then we can't imagine what the world outside will be like. The world outside is very chaotic, and His Majesty will naturally have a headache."
As the passerby spoke, he prayed devoutly in the direction of the mountain temple that Nan Dequ saw.
It probably means that you can live for thousands of years and have your wishes fulfilled for eternity.
Neither Nan Dequ nor Chen He could have imagined that the so-called blessing would be such an answer.
A certain boy once had a dream.
In the snowy land in the dream, countless devout people walked and kowtowed.
At that time, the young man thought it was a devout belief in Buddhism.
Just think about it in another way.
Those people who had been dreamed by the young man and told by Zhang Xiaoyu in the story of the wind and snow, kowtowed devoutly and prayed for His Majesty. What kind of story was that?
The passerby looked back at the two of them, smiled, and said, "Would you like to come and pray for His Majesty too?"
Chen He turned his head and silently glanced at Nan Dequ, who was silent with his sword behind his back. He shook his head and smiled and said, "Forget it, we don't believe in such things. We are not sincere. It would be bad if it backfires."
If Nan Dequ hadn't been there, Chen He would probably have been interested in praying for blessings. However, the sword cultivator beside him was standing in the wind and snow, so the young man could only refuse as tactfully as possible.
So the passerby lowered his head and carried the oil lamp away in the wind and snow.
Nan Dequ stood there for a long time with his sword on his back.
Chen He thought for a while, but didn't say anything. He just sat down on the Tianyan car beside him, then took out a roasted potato that was still warm from his arms and gnawed on it.
There's some salt sprinkled on the potato skin, so it doesn't taste too choking.
Although the seasoning is simple, it tastes very good when eaten in such a windy and snowy place.
After a long time, the sword cultivator said nothing and just walked forward quietly.
Probably still decided to visit such a temple.
Chen He didn't ask anything.
It is not difficult to understand some things naturally.
Arsenic and rain are never absolute.
...
The temple in the snow is probably not that far away.
When the two saw the passerby again, Chen He also saw the outline of a temple, a corner of it exposed in the wind and snow, full of tranquility.
The passerby looked at the two of them curiously.
"You can't say it, right?"
Before Chen He could speak, Nan Dequ had already spoken first.
The sword cultivator looked ahead calmly.
"After all, Your Majesty has indeed changed the world a lot over the past thousand years, so I can try to be sincere."
Chen He smiled softly but didn't say anything.
The passerby said sincerely: "This is indeed how it should be."
The matter between the Human Sword Sect and Kamikawa has nothing to do with the human world after all.
Of course the Human Sword Sect cannot represent the human world.
The three of them walked all the way towards the temple.
A mountain road full of ice and snow appeared in front of everyone. On it, there were already many Luming people carrying oil lamps and heading towards the mountainside.
The temple on the mountainside finally appeared in their eyes after the wind and snow calmed down a lot.
The red walls and blue tiles are somewhat solemn. Behind the temple are some gray pagodas, and bells are ringing in the mountains.
When the passerby came here, he tied the oil lamp he was carrying on his right hand with a rope, then walked towards the mountain road, knelt down, threw his hands on the snow steps, touched the wind and snow with his forehead, and raised his head again , raised it to his eyebrows, clasped his hands together, prayed silently and devoutly, then stood up and walked forward.
Repeatedly.
The people who come all the way are like this.
Especially better than those in Huangliang who worship gods and ghosts.
Nan Dequ calmly walked up with his sword on his back.
He is a sword cultivator, not a Buddhist, so naturally he will not use etiquette like this.
The two were both one of the three major schools of cultivation in the world at the beginning, so naturally there was no distinction between them.
What's more, Buddhism has declined even in Luming, let alone in the entire human world. Naturally, it cannot be compared with a place of cultivation like Jian Sect.
Naturally, Chen He would not climb a snow mountain like that.
The two of them followed the passerby forward one after the other.
Although the two of them were so eye-catching, the Luming people didn't say much.
Everyone in the world has their own beliefs, so there is no need to be strict.
When the mountain road stops, there is a winding snow path leading to such a temple.
Nan Dequ and Chen He walked all the way and stopped in front of the not-so-grand temple.
Many people were already there praying devoutly.
Nan Dequ watched quietly for a while, but followed the others to the front yard of the temple, lit an incense stick in the snow stove placed in front of the temple, then lowered his head slightly, waited for a while, and left. There.
The two of them stood at the edge of the red walls of those temples. There were many pieces of ice and snow hanging on the walls that had been frozen for who knows how many years.
"What did senior brother pray for?"
Chen He didn't go, he just stood aside and watched, so he was naturally curious.
Nandequ stood with his sword behind his back, looking quietly at the halls filled with solemn prayers, and then said softly: "If your majesty is worthy of the world, then naturally you can live forever."
This seems to be saying something that should be like this, or maybe it is the prayers of Nande song.
The stories of people praying for blessings are probably not very interesting.
The sword cultivator who was attracted here by certain footprints also began to observe such a temple.
There were not many monks in the temple, but some voices singing Buddhist scriptures could be vaguely heard coming from the temple.
Under the sound of people praying, there are probably some sounds of knocking wooden fish.
Nan Dequ watched quietly for a long time. There was a path leading to the back of the temple.
Chen He probably saw what Nan Dequ was thinking, thought for a while and said, "Maybe go and take a look behind?"
Nan Dequ nodded, and the two of them bypassed the Lu Ming people who were praying for His Majesty, and headed towards the back of the temple.
Behind them are those gray pagodas.
Some cleanly swept cobblestone paths with just a hint of fine snow shuttled between the pagodas. There were many low rocks and ancient trees that had been dead for countless years on both sides, all the way to the depths. go,
Nan Dequ and Chen He just started to walk on the path. At a fork in the road ahead, a monk wearing gray robes walked out. His eyes calmly stopped in the wind and snow on the path.
"Amitabha, why are the two donors here?"
Chen He was about to say something, but he saw that Nan Dequ beside him seemed to have a serious look on his face, so he stopped talking and turned to look at this Sword Sect disciple.
The latter looked at the monk for a long time, and then said slowly: "Have you ever seen a sword cultivator from Huai'an?"
Chen He probably didn't understand why Nan Dequ suddenly asked such a question, but he didn't interrupt and just stood aside quietly.
What was unexpected was that the monk did not deny it. He just nodded and said, "Yes, a black-robed sword cultivator suffered some injuries and came here more than ten days ago."
The monk said something very concisely.
Nan Dequ was silent for a while, and then asked: "What happened next?"
The young monk clasped his hands together and bowed toward the depths of the pagoda.
"He wanted to know the location of Ami Temple, but unfortunately no one in the temple knew it, so he killed the abbot of the temple and went west."
Chen He looked at the monk in astonishment, probably amazed that he could talk about these things so calmly.
Such a picture is in sharp contrast to the people in the front yard who are fervently praying for blessings.
Even Nande Qudu was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "But I see that you don't seem to be feeling sad."
The monk said calmly: "If you have perfected your cultivation, why do you need to grieve?"
Chen He said somewhat incomprehensibly: "How can you call it perfection if you died suddenly without practicing hard?"
The monk asked Chen He, "What is perfection?"
Chen He was speechless.
Therefore, life and death are naturally perfect.
Buddhism had not appeared in the world for a long time, and neither Nan Dequ nor Chen He had any idea of discussing Buddhism with this monk.
Everything has its explanation.
Nan De Qu can even think of many things, such as being born with suffering, and then passing away, and it will be natural and perfect.
As for cultivating the next life and cultivating the past life, there are naturally many opinions.
So the swordsman just remained silent for a long time, and then looked at the shoes on the soles of the monk's feet.
There was some slush on it, and there were some footprints on the trail behind him.
Just having slush does not mean anything. There is also slush in the temple.
"Have you been to that small town in the south before?"
The monk said calmly: "A few days ago, I went down the mountain to chant sutras and pray for an old man in the town."
Nan Dequ looked at it quietly for a while, and then said: "Is it convenient for me to go and see where the abbot is?"
The monk nodded, bowed, and led the way.
The two of them followed the monk along the winding paths and headed deeper.
The temple is not big, so the two of them didn't walk long.
There are many pagodas in the forest, some of which are very old, and the masonry on them is dilapidated. However, it is probably because someone takes care of them every year that they have not collapsed.
Although Ami Temple has disappeared, it is only a long-standing sect in the human world. These human temples probably once had some Buddhist major repairs.
In addition, in such a windy and snowy place, there is little chaos, so it is understandable that the traces of Buddhism are still intact.
There is a brand new pagoda of about one foot on the edge of those forests.
The monk stopped there, chanted the Buddha's name, and then stood quietly aside and recited scriptures silently.
Nan Dequ walked forward and looked at him silently for a long time, then turned around and saluted the monk with his hands clasped together.
"I have offended you so much, but I hope you will bear with me."
Chen He thought that Nan Dequ glanced at him and was about to leave, but the sword cultivator stood up straight, and the sword behind him suddenly unsheathed, dragging the sword light in the wind and snow, and slashed towards That pagoda.
Chen He looked silently at the sword cultivator who was slashing other people's pagodas while saluting.
It turns out that this is what it means to offend.
When the pagoda was built, there was no intention of opening it again.
So they are all sealed.
Naturally, it can only be cut open with one sword.
Although Chen He didn't understand why Nan Dequ did this, he didn't say anything.
after all.
The monk just stood there extremely calmly and said nothing.
Nan Dequ bowed again, sheathed his long sword, and then reached out to touch the pagoda.
Chen He couldn't bear it, but the monks on the path remained silent, just reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice.
The young man who came to sell iron plate tofu looked at the monk, hesitated a little, and said softly: "Why is the master indifferent?"
The monk then opened his eyes, looked at the sword cultivator and the severed pagoda quietly, and then said softly: "Now that it is perfect, it has no self and no form, just like color and space."
Chen He sighed, but said nothing more.
On the other hand, Nan Dequ looked at the urn taken out from the pagoda for a long time.
Chen He was about to ask something when he saw the pair of ears in Nan Dequ's arms suddenly flew out, and the sound of Buddha's voice sounded from the forest.
And the next moment, countless sword intentions spread in this Buddhist forest, but they were gradually suppressed by the sound of Buddha.
"what is that?"
Chen He asked a little strangely.
Nan Dequ put the ashes altar back into the pagoda, then bowed and said softly: "The sword intention of the Human Sword Sect."
So it's probably exactly what the extremely calm monk said.
A certain demon cultivator from four hundred years ago once came here and killed the abbot of this temple.
Those remaining sword intentions are naturally the best proof.
Chen He looked at the pair of ears and suddenly remembered, wasn't it when he came to Luming that he saw the ears of the monk who kept saying that his ears hurt?
So is there any telepathic power?
Chen He was thinking strangely there.
However, Nan Dequ used his sword to hold back the section of the pagoda that he had chopped off, and then stood in the snow and saluted the monk.
"Where did that sword cultivator go?"
The monk returned the favor.
"west."
Nan Dequ said thank you, then left with his sword in his hand.
Chen He hesitated a little, and felt a little ashamed when he saw Fulin, who was a little messed up by the sword intention.
The monk just chanted the Buddha's name and walked towards another place on the path.
