Chapter 141: The Knife on the Head

Seeing this picture, Chen Feng couldn't help but feel homesick again. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info even if the home is long gone.

Although many secret beings are like statues in temples and Taoist temples, and they all look cold and onlookerly regardless of the suffering of all beings, it is undeniable that in the deepest part of their hearts, there is still a sense of home. This feeling is the strongest in Chen Feng, and he is unwilling to hide it in the slightest. Even if he is able to stand at a height overlooking all living beings by chance one day, Chen Feng is still willing to treasure this feeling as a treasure. This is the difference between Chen Feng and ordinary secret masters.

Walking and browsing, in the end, Chen Feng stopped in front of a picture.

The painting is simple, just a door. However, after Chen Feng looked at it for a while, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the door, and the door on the painting was unexpectedly opened. This painting turned out to be a pattern of a real door on the cave wall!

If it weren't for the attachment to home in his heart, facing such a picture, it would be impossible for an ordinary secret person to reach out.

After the door was opened, Chen Feng saw that there was light sticking out inside, and there was not much space inside.

Among all the light, the first thing that caught Chen Feng's eyes was a monk's robe and a bald head. There was a monk inside.

"Come in." The monk sat on a futon with his back and made a low sound.

Walking into it, to Chen Feng's surprise, there were no statues of gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas inside. There was one on the incense case, but there was only a small box on it, and there were no other items. On the mahogany pillars on both sides of the incense case, there is a couplet that is not very neat: "It is not easy to see the nature and clear the heart, and you must bow to this matter." For these two sentences, Chen Feng didn't read much, and he felt a little in his heart but couldn't say it.

When he got closer, Chen Feng saw that this was an old monk. He sat on a futon with his eyes slightly closed, dressed plainly, and his appearance was ordinary, neither the solemnity of a Taoist monk, nor the obscenity of a philistine monk. Because of this, he is extremely inconspicuous in this space.

Chen Feng looked at him, he also opened his eyes and looked at Chen Feng, his eyes were as ordinary as ordinary people: "What is the donor doing here?" ”

Chen Feng had experience in interacting with Mingyuan, so he was more accustomed to the way these monks spoke: "I want to find an exit to get out."

"What's the use of going out? Isn't it the same out there as it is here? ”

"Outside naturally has outside benefits."

"Donors don't like to kill?"

"I don't like it."

"What if someone kills you?"

"If you can, you can hide, and if you can't, you can talk about it."

"The donor has a big secret." The old monk suddenly said firmly. After speaking, the old monk stared at Chen Feng's eyes, as if he had penetrated Chen Feng's heart. He didn't speak anymore, just stared at Chen Feng, as if he was testing Chen Feng's patience.

Chen Feng's heart trembled, but he naturally denied it: "I don't know what the big secret is. So, he also looked directly at the old monk, his eyes were clear, without a trace of impurities. The ghost knows if this old monk is fooling himself.

After a long time, the old monk nodded with satisfaction and said, "Can the donor tell me what you think after reading the couplet?" If you can say it, the poor monk will naturally help you out. ”

Chen Feng couldn't say anything, and just as he wanted to say a few nonsense, many thoughts instantly came to his mind. Chen Feng thought, it was the induction secret technique again. It's unbelievable.

After a little tidying up, Chen Feng said his thoughts: "The so-called clear mind is to understand one's own heart and see one's own nature. This mind is bodhichitta and this nature is Buddha nature. The key to becoming a Buddha lies in whether or not you can realize the true face of your heart and nature. If you realize this true face, even ordinary people can become Buddhas, but if you can't realize this truth, even Buddhas will become ordinary people. There is no difference between a Buddha and an ordinary man, only between confusion and enlightenment. The latter sentence means that the understanding obtained from other places is shallow after all, and it is impossible to understand the true meaning of the world, and in order to truly understand the profound truths in the world, we must practice it ourselves. ”

Halfway through Chen Feng's words, the old monk's eyes lit up, and he kept nodding his head, until Chen Feng finished speaking, and the old monk praised: "The donor really has a wisdom root!" ”

The old monk looked at Chen Feng and said, "The donor's secret power is very sufficient, but his cultivation is not very stable.

In the midst of this trial, it is considered good luck to be able to persevere until now. I wonder what the donor thinks next? ”

Chen Feng couldn't help asking, "Do you know about the trial?" ”

The old monk nodded and said, "This is already the second trial that the poor monk has experienced. ”

"And do you know anything about this treasure land?"

"The Land of Treasure has been around for a long time, and I am trapped here, but I cannot find out where it really came from. And I've heard that the Land of Treasure Hunting isn't open for every trial. As for the rules of opening-up, no one can figure it out. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the so-called treasure hunt is actually nothing more than a game of killing. Every time you step out of the Treasure Hunt, you can't reach ten secret ones every time, and sometimes it's just one or two. ”

"So how do you get out of here, you know?"

"Of course."

"Now that I've already told my opinion of this couplet, and the master has praised me for having a wise root, I wonder if he can help me out?"

"Yes. But before the donor goes out, can you listen to me? ”

Chen Feng naturally had no objection and nodded in agreement.

The old monk's face was solemn and he said, "For a young secret like the donor, the first difficulty is the gaffe of the woman. ”

Chen Feng couldn't help frowning: "Female? ”

The old monk nodded, "Indeed." Although the donor is now young, his body has grown up, but he does not know the affairs of men and women. Once you are not careful, you will inevitably fall into the trap of women. You must know that a woman is a knife hanging over her head, a poison hidden in her throat, and if you are not careful, you may die at any time.

How many days of pride in the secret world have died on this one 'color'. ”

Chen Feng stopped talking, knowing that he couldn't refute the old monk's words. Although Chen Feng's main mind was on cultivation, when he saw those female secrets with excellent appearances, such as Hao Xue, Chen Feng's heart couldn't help but burn.

The old monk sighed: "It's better to let me help you enjoy yourself for one night, and then you will be completely liberated!" After speaking, the sleeves of the old monk's robe flicked, and Chen Feng fainted.

When Chen Feng slowly woke up, he found himself in a richly furnished room. Through the window, you can see the entire green valley, and the bright moonlight is sprinkled on the ground, and it is already night. Chen Feng was lying on the bed, and when he turned his head, he saw that there was a beautiful woman beside him.

Chen Feng woke up, and the beautiful woman with her back to Chen Feng slowly turned around, and it turned out to be Haoxue.

"Sister Haoxue, how are you doing in the trial?" Chen Feng asked excitedly.

"The slave family is fine, thank you for your concern. Now, it's time for the slave family to repay the favor. Haoxue said shyly.

"Sister Haoxue, why are you so polite, we are already friends......" Chen Feng's words were not finished, but he found that Haoxue had already ripped off his thin clothes. Under the quiet moonlight, what appeared in front of Chen Feng was a seductive picture. After a long period of losing his mind, Chen Feng was completely intoxicated. He couldn't help but step forward.

"I can't do this, I can't ...... like this," a voice admonished him desperately in his mind. However, the sound only slowed his pace slightly. The struggle in my heart is getting weaker and weaker, but the temptation is getting stronger and stronger. In the end, he didn't suppress himself, and finally left everything behind and threw himself into a dream.