"This level is a battle, and if you win against me, you can continue. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoIf you lose......" The man with the knife in front of him spoke.

Li Xianyuan said: "But what should I do if I hurt you." ”

"I am the distraction of the Ta Spirit, and there is no such thing as death or immortality. ”

Li Xianyuan nodded, so that he didn't have to keep his hand.

What he thought was a bit overwhelming. Li Xianyuan is the second layer of qi refining, and the man opposite is cultivating to the ninth layer of qi refining, and his cultivation is too high.

"Huh?" At this moment, Li Xianyuan suddenly frowned slightly and looked at the man's side.

The man with the knife was puzzled, glanced sideways, and said in a humane puzzlement: "What." ”

"Nothing. Li Xianyuan shook his head and arched his hand slightly: "Please." ”

"Please. Seeing this, the man with the knife stood slightly and bowed his hand as well.

And the next moment-

A blue rainbow light suddenly swept up, piercing straight through the neck of the knife-wielding man, bringing up a few traces of blood!

Dang Chang -

The long knife landed crisply, and with a thud, the man's figure fell, turning into white light and dissipating.

Li Xianyuan's eyelids lifted lightly and returned to reality.

He looked down and saw a long knife across his leg.

……

"Huh?" In front of the White Jade Pagoda, Ning Jiya, who was staring at the three disciples with beautiful eyes, suddenly sighed.

Ning Jiya couldn't see what was happening during the trial. She only saw three disciples find the futon each. And Li Xianyuan sat down for more than a dozen breaths, and white light melted out of his legs, and an extra long knife appeared.

This is the reward given to those who pass the level by the Nameless Tower. Doesn't this mean that Li Xianyuan only spent a dozen breaths, and he ......

……

Li Xianyuan picked up the long knife and looked at it. Maybe it's a punishment for taking advantage of your own loopholes, or bad luck. This long knife is just a slightly better product. It bears a slight resemblance to the knife-wielding man used in the trial.

He got up with a long knife and looked around as he walked forward, and on both sides of his feet, the disciples sat cross-legged on the futon, or frowned, or groaned. Outside the tower, a steady stream of disciples poured in, looking for an empty place to sit down.

The White Jade Pagoda will be open for eight days. Most of the disciples will enter on the first day.

Passing by a long knife with a slanted back, his face covered with cold sweat, sitting next to several disciples on the futon, Li Xianyuan paused, stopped and bent down slightly, and put the long knife beside him. This thing Li Xianyuan is useless, but it will be of great use to the registered disciples.

Outside, several elder deacons who had turned their eyes to Li Xianyuan's strange behavior nodded secretly. Ning Jiya was even more beautiful and smiled, extremely satisfied with what Xianyuan had done.

On the other side, when he came to the second floor, Li Xianyuan found that he was not the fastest person, and more than a dozen people had already appeared on the second floor of the Nameless Tower. But most of them are disciples in the foundation building period and even the Bigu period, and there is no comparison.

Because there are not many people, it is very empty. He sat down on a futon at random on the side of the stairs. Close your eyes and enter the trial.

The scene around me changed. Li Xianyuan came to a secluded meadow. Mountains rise and fall in the distance, and rivers flow.

The sunny day is white and white, the earth is fragrant, and it is pleasant.

Because he had seen this change in the imitation of the Nameless Tower, Li Xianyuan was not shocked, and walked slowly to the riverside, looking around.

On a rock by the river, an old man in a shabby robe sits cross-legged. There is a scar on the top of his head, holding a rosary, and chanting softly.

Li Xianyuan walked not far behind him and stood still. Not a word.

The water is sparkling and the fish are frolicking. An old monk and a young man in a robe by the lake. One plate sits and one stands. It's like a picture.

I don't know how long it took, the old monk slowly opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes were a little wise. Said to Li Xianyuan behind him.

"Xiaoyou stands behind the poor monk, can there be something?"

Li Xianyuan said calmly: "It's not that I have something, but you brought me here." ”

What Xiaoyou said, the poor monk didn't know. ”

"Straight to the point. How do you pass this level, but I want to fight with you?" Li Xianyuan said. His spirit sword was still behind his back, and he didn't move, and his words were just jokes.

The old monk smiled deeply: "Little friend is laughing. The poor monks are about to die, and naturally they are not as good as you young people. Since Xiaoyou was impatient, the poor monk spoke bluntly. This level is Zen. Xiaoyou has understood it, and this level has passed. If you don't have to participate in it, you have to stay with the poor monk for a while. ”

"That's interesting. Li Xianyuan raised his eyebrows lightly, and said lightly: "The Pure Yang Sect is Taoism, and the Nameless Pagoda is a Taoist thing. If Lu Dongbin is here, let alone a few scars on your head. ”

The old monk said slowly: "The Buddha is the Tao, and the Tao is the Buddha." Zhuang Zhou dreams of butterflies, butterflies dream of Zhuang Zhou. Right and wrong in this world can be clearly explained in a few words. ”

This is Zen. However, if some young monks listen to it, they will think that Taoism deliberately belittles themselves.

Li Xianyuan bowed his head, a little clear: "You are from the water word count, but so?"

"How many words of water?" the old monk's expression moved slightly. The poor monk was puzzled. ”

Li Xianyuan said: "The people of the Buddhist family have always loved to nag. If this is a folk fiction, pull you out, and you can have four or five chapters to say the least. And the environment is so beautiful, it can also deceive a few hundred words. ”

What Xiaoyou said, the poor monk didn't know. ”

Li Xianyuan seemed bored, and actually chatted with the old monk: "Since you can understand the reason of Zhuang Zhou's dream of Butterfly Butterfly and Zhuang Zhou." And how don't you understand

probably wrote Journey to the West, and it was because of merit. Li Xianyuan is very interested in every time he meets a Buddhist person.

"Little friend, do you feel that your words and deeds are being manipulated by others?"

Li Xianyuan shook his head and said, "It's pointless to talk about this. If this is a novel, you and I are arguing and questioning it from the words of the 'author'. ”

"Little friend, the old monk has a question in his heart, can you solve my doubts?"

"Speak. ”

"Do you believe that everything in heaven and earth is animist?"

"For example?"

"This grass, this wood. This cloud, this rock. ”

Li Xianyuan groaned slightly: "I believe in the grass and trees, but the rocks and clouds ......"

"Little friend, you have fallen into the cliché. Why can't rocks and clouds have spirits? Maybe it's a living thing, but our lives are too short for it. It was like an instant. Maybe the old monk and I have been sitting on the stone all my life, and it is just a moment for this rock. ”

This is not like solving Li Xianyuan's doubts, but more like explaining Li Xianyuan.

If you are an ordinary person, you must have opened your mouth and pondered for a long time. When Li Xianyuan heard this, he was just thoughtful, and then shook his head, like a cow chewing a peony, and said: "Instead of going around in circles, if you and I get straight to the point, don't let the two families of Buddhism and Taoism lose their harmony." What exactly is this second level? ”

"Xiaoyou realized it quickly. In that case...... the old monk chuckled a few times, and never looked back once: "Little friend, do you know what I am doing?"

"Worship the Buddha. Li Xianyuan didn't think about it.

"Oh?" the old monk's tone was a little more meaningful: "The Buddha is not here, where is the Buddha to worship." ”

Li Xianyuan said: "There is a Buddha in my heart, are you afraid that there is nowhere to worship?"

The old man suddenly had an epiphany and stopped turning the rosary.

"Good...... Good ......"

He clasped his hands together and bowed to the green mountains in the distance, turning into white light and disappearing.

Leaving Li Xianyuan alone on the edge of the rock, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the water is murmuring.

In this second layer, Li Xianyuan has also passed the water. (To be continued.) )