Chen Fan looked at it carefully, and there were some footprints on the ground, not dust left on the ground, but shallow footprints left by falling into the stones, and there were many of these footprints, one after another.

Looking at these footprints, Chen Fan fell silent, where did these footprints come from?

In a trance, Chen Fan seemed to understand.

Raising his head, there was a stone tablet in front of him, there was no word on the stone tablet, this should be a wall tablet, Chen Fan understood the purpose of this hall, this is for one after another enlightened people, here for the wall.

Chen Fan no longer spoke, just faced this stone tablet, and practiced silently, day after day.

Cultivation is a trace, a silent trace.

Some people say that when Shakyamuni practiced facing the wall, a hundred years later, when some disciples were wiping the stone wall, they could see the shadow left by Shakyamuni on the stone wall, which was a proof of Shakyamuni's cultivation.

Chen Fan has not yet reached the level of this kind of water drop stone wearing, but he has also taken root in the temple day after day.

It doesn't belong to this temple, but it eventually merges with this temple.

Spring goes and begs for it.

The old tree outside the temple, a stubble of leaves, and some new shoots, year after year sweeping monks, sweeping the ground for a year, raised their heads, silently continued to sweep.

In the temple, the incense is still there.

Chen Fan forgot where he was, and no one came to ask Chen Fan, Chen Fan seemed to have been forgotten by the whole world.

When he was empty, Chen Fan sat in this courtyard, looking at a lake in a quiet daze.

During these years, a lot of big things have happened in the outside world.

In the palace of resentment, the fifth question heaven has reached the cultivation of the middle stage of the Xuanying period, and he has a grudge against those people in the Eastern Wilderness, and there are many victories and defeats between the palace and people.

But gradually, the pressure of the vengeance palace has almost reached its peak.

In the Tianxuan Continent, there were traces of 'demon cultivators', sucking human blood, a village was killed and injured overnight, and when the nearby monks arrived, there was no survivor in the entire village.

The monks continued to pursue, and finally lost track of the man.

Within ten years, there were many traces of this 'demon cultivator', and the latter became stronger and stronger, once destroying a small sect, and a powerful power of the Nine Heavens was sucked dry of blood and died in the sect, but this matter has not attracted anyone's attention for the time being.

Under the ancient mountain, Zhou Tongying reached the middle stage of Baodan.

In the Giant Spirit Daoist Academy, Li Wanji successfully attacked the Xuan's infancy, became a god overnight, and became the first female Tianjiao in the ancient land, which shocked the world.

Zhang Buxuan successfully attacked Xuan's infancy and became a new generation of elders of the Juliu Ancient Dynasty.

Liu Shengzi failed to impact five years ago, fell in the Xuanying Tribulation, and died!

Time flies, and there is a person who seems to have been forgotten by everyone.

Chen Fan has been practicing for ten years, during which he kept sending hair, not saying a word, just silently looking at the lake in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, or returned to the meditation room and practiced alone.

On this day, the old host walked outside Chen Fan's house, pressed one hand on the door, and wanted to push it open, but he was stunned for a moment, and his face couldn't help showing a trace of surprise, and he raised his head to look.

In the house, Chen Fan had already settled down, facing the wall, wearing black hair draped around his waist, such an action Chen Fan had been going on for many years and had long been used to it.

This will, from this pitch-black stone wall, Chen Fan seems to see countless shadows.

One after another, overlapping together, Chen Fan was surprised.

These are the enlightened ones from before!

One by one, the enlightened people who had been sitting in this room, facing this black stone wall, on this day, Chen Fan finally saw their shadows, as if they were overlapping one by one.

These shadows gradually became clearer and clearer, and Chen Fan's thoughts were vast for the first time, and some of them spread.

The whole thought flew to the top of the great void, flew out of this courtyard, flew above the sky, looking down on the entire land of West Buddha, Chen Fan saw countless golden lights permeating, the Buddha was angry, and the majestic atmosphere was dazzling, so that Chen Fan could hardly open his eyes.

In just a moment, Chen Fan felt that his soul was scorching, as if it was about to melt.

Chen Fan was shocked, he had to take it back, his soul descended from the sky, and he didn't dare to peek at the entire land of the West Buddha, from Chen Fan's point of view, the entire land of the West Buddha was shrouded in golden Buddha light, every inch of land, the temple tiles, were so, very sacred.

The spirit was withdrawn and returned to the body, Chen Fan was shocked into a cold sweat, opened his eyes, and saw nothing on the stone wall in front of him.

"Do you have some understanding?" Chen Fan muttered, after ten years, Chen Fan finally felt the restlessness in his dantian, and today, it is time to break through!

"Congratulations to Mr. Chen. With that, the old host pushed open the door, walked in, and said with a slight smile.

"Thank you, Abbot. Chen Fan waved his hand.

The old host sat down, glanced at Chen Fan up and down, and said with a smile, "Looking at Your Excellency, you are only one step away from breaking through, since this is the case, you might as well let me tell you a story, how about it?"

Chen Fan's heart moved, and he nodded, "Please speak." ”

The old monk's eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he said lightly, "My Tianlong Babu Temple, covering an area of 100,000 acres, has countless believers, does Lord Chen know who this piece of land belongs to now?"

"Who?" Chen Fan was stunned, "Isn't it your temple itself?"

Tianlong Babu Temple, the first magnificent temple in the land of Western Buddha, this temple does not belong to themselves, who else can it belong to?

The old monk's question is really a bit strange.

The old monk smiled, "It belongs to a little girl 30,000 years ago." ”

"Oh?" Just hearing these words, Chen Fan could almost get a glimpse of it, this must be some kind of old thing.

"30,000 years ago, I taught in the land of the West Buddha, called 'Tianyue Zen Master', Tianyue Zen teacher and student are intelligent, a little bit of Buddhist scriptures, the master before he died, called him the first genius of my Buddhism, he has the hope of becoming a generation of real people. ”

"Tianyue Zen Master visited the Buddhist scriptures day and night, and finally became a generation of three flowers to gather at the top, leading the entire land of Western Buddha to the peak of glory. ”

At that time, a four-year-old girl came from outside the Tianlong Babu Temple. ”

The old monk smiled, "It is said that this little girl is innocent, followed her mother into the temple to burn incense, saw the Buddha and did not worship, saw the Buddha statue magnificent, smiled and said, 'Great monk, I use this lotus flower in my hand, ask you to change this temple, how about it?'"

The monks saw that the lotus flower in the little girl's hand was just plucked from the lake pond, and they all laughed loudly, and her mother was already frightened, and pulled the little girl back for a while, saying that it was a child's joke. ”

"Zen Master Tianyue didn't care, just touched her head with a smile and asked, 'Why can you use this lotus flower to exchange for the entire Tianlong Babu Temple?'"