There are thousands of troubles in the world, and the troubles are reversed into the above seven things.

Xie Zhenghong wrote this sentence, expressing not only his intention to stop his troubles, but also some of his own research on Buddhism.

The point, of course, is that you can't go wrong with writing these things.

Wen Chunxiang didn't know when he woke up, and when he saw what Xie Zhenghong wrote, he couldn't help laughing.

"Little monk, you're so dark."

Xie Zhenghong seems to have a natural ability to hide himself.

In fact, most of the Buddha's discussion of the Dharma is not about the Dharma, but about the path of the monks themselves.

But whether it's thinking twice or being a real person, when these people ask Xie Zhenghong about something, Xie Zhenghong will refute it with the so-called standard answer. In other words, not revealing a single bit of your thoughts.

Sometimes, Wen Chunxiang also feels that Xie Zhenghong is very strange.

But Xie Zhenghong seriously discussed it with Wen Chunxiang once.

The Tao is not a matter of debate.

Wen Chunxiang mistakenly thought that Xie Zhenghong was unwilling to let others find out his identity from his words, so he acquiesced to this approach.

Xie Zhenghong's Tao is best known only to himself, he can confirm all kinds of Buddhism with others, but he will never say what he thinks.

Wen Chunxiang didn't know, and Xie Zhenghong wouldn't tell him, although Xie Zhenghong was a Buddhist cultivator, he knew a lot about these Buddhist scriptures, and almost every one of them could be memorized, and he could also deeply understand the meaning of it. But Xie Zhenghong himself actually has no idea about these Buddhist scriptures and Buddhist words.

As a demon cultivator, Wen Chunxiang can say the meaning of some Buddhist scriptures, which shows that he has studied thoroughly.

But Xie Zhenghong had no idea at all.

These sutras, these Dharmas, he can understand their meaning, understand the true meaning of the Buddha in them, but he has no thoughts of his own.

These are not his Buddha paths!

If it's not his own Buddhism, how can he express his thoughts about these things?

His ideas were so shocking that even Wen Chunxiang didn't tell him.

Xie Zhenghong's intuition told him that he was not wrong in doing so.

Mortals say, "It is better to believe in a book than to have no book at all."

Regarding the supreme Buddha's mantra, Xie Zhenghong still has this attitude.

If you say your true thoughts, maybe Xie Zhenghong will be attacked by countless Buddhist cultivators. For the monk, insulting him is greater than the hatred of killing him. Xie Zhenghong couldn't say these words, and he couldn't just make up something to deceive people, so he had to express his thoughts with the so-called standard answers.

Many monks couldn't help but get nervous when they saw Xie Zhenghong quickly leaving handwriting on it.

It's just that the hand that touched the white jade board was still heavy, and there was no way to leave a trace on it.

Some clever monks saw Xie Zhenghong's previous actions in their eyes, and then calmed down, put away all the spiritual power on their bodies, and only used the power of * to leave their own words on it.

The warm sensation from the tips of their fingers proves that they are doing a good job.

This first level is not a test of their understanding of the Dharma, nor of the operation of their spiritual power, but simply whether they can settle down.

If you want to become a Buddha, meditation is an extremely important part.

The corners of his beard and mouth hooked, and the three big characters "Pei Yuyun" were written on the white jade board.

Xie Zhenghong stared at these three words for a while, and then realized that this might be his name.

"The hour has come." As soon as Monk Shinichi finished speaking, the white jade plates in the hands of many monks turned into fluorescent dots and disappeared without a trace, and the monks who carved even a single word on them were left behind.

There were hundreds of monks, but only twenty or thirty remained here.

Some of the monks who had been left behind couldn't help but look happy, but they quickly disappeared again.

After all, there are so many monks here who have failed.

"If you don't have a white jade board, please go back." Monk Shinichi finished speaking lightly, but it made many monks white-faced.

Some of the monks left without looking back, and some of the monks lingered here for a while, and found that Shinichi and the others really had no chance of leaving them, so they had to leave in a huff.

They were just low-level monks, how could they compete with the monks of the Jindan stage?

Even if the Buddha is not good at fighting, this is the case.

"The rest of the Taoist friends, please come with the poor monks." Shinichi smiled at the remaining monks and said that about half of these people would stay and become his fellow disciples, so their attitude would naturally be kinder.

On the main hall of the Broken Dust Temple on the other side, a Buddhist monk with a kind face looked at all kinds of things written on the white jade board, and finally his eyes stayed on the three "Pei Yuyun".

"Amitabha." The Buddha said with a smile, his eyes wandering, as if he wanted to see something through these three words.

The monks who had passed the first level followed the three Buddhas such as the True One to a rough stone gate.

The stone door is uneven, and there are two fierce beast statues standing on the side, which looks very uncomfortable.

The word 'sad gate' is clearly written on the top of the stone door, and just a cursory glance at it makes me feel a little dizzy.

"The Sorrow Gate is a common meditation place for our disciples and others." Monk Shinichi said loudly, "This was once a cemetery for bloodthirsty demon beasts, and an elder from the Broken Dust Temple once passed by, and it took nine hundred and eighty-one years to purify only sixty percent of it. And that elder was because of the perennial purification, his cultivation continued to rise, and he soon broke through the Yuan Infant Stage to reach the out-of-body stage, and was taken away by the Great World Law Sect. The elder personally wrote the word 'Compassion' and built this place into a stone room, which was regarded as a place for our disciples to realize all kinds of emotions and six desires. After a pause, he said the next words slowly, "This is where the second level is located." Please go in separately, whoever insists on a quarter of an hour can become the introductory disciple of my Broken Dust Temple. The rest of the people can choose to start as a miscellaneous disciple of the outer sect, or they can choose to leave. ”

"Senior, what if we all hold out for a quarter of an hour?" A monk asked.

"Naturally, they all became the disciples of poor monks." Shinichi said seriously.

"In that case, please open the door. In the next is not talented, willing to be the first to experiment. The monk who spoke looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, still very young, and his cultivation was about the beginning of the foundation. Looking at the dress of his whole body, it is estimated that he is also from a Xiuzhen family.

"Well said." Shinichi took out a token from the junior brother on the side and opened it, and for a moment in front of this sad door, the stone door rumbled and slowly opened, and there was no light inside, looking like an abyss.

The monk's face did not change, and he strode in.

The stone door closed again.

After about two teas, the stone door opened again, and the monk who had entered just now was already colorless, his robe was also tattered, and the feather crown on his head had disappeared, and he staggered out, without any grace.

"Amitabha, good, good." Shinichi stretched out his hand to the monk's forehead, and his expression immediately improved.

"Thank you, senior." The monk hid his face, walked behind Shinichi and found a place to meditate and recuperate.

Monk Shinichi and the two Buddhist disciples beside him all showed expressions of surprise, obviously prepared for this phenomenon.

"I have the next fellow Daoist, please." Shinichi glanced at the rest of the monks and said softly.

"I'll do it." Another curious monk stepped forward.

…… It's a pity that this one insisted on it for a shorter time than the first one, and when he came out, he immediately put up his flying sword and ran away!

There were two people in a row who looked like this, and the excited hearts of everyone couldn't help but calm down.

What is going on here, so that these two Taoist friends have no demeanor?

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and they don't want to be the third.

"I have the next fellow Daoist, please." Shinichi continued.

The beard, ah, no, Pei Yuyun took a few steps forward and yawned, "I'll go." After saying that, he walked straight into the gate of sorrow.

One tea time passed, and two tea times passed.

The man still didn't come out.

Everyone's eyes have changed a little.

Could it be that this one is hidden?

"Senior brother, what is the origin of this person?" A Buddhist disciple next to Monk Shinichi secretly used his divine sense to transmit a voice, "It's been three quarters of an hour, and this level is almost catching up with us." "They are all disciples of the Jindan period, and they have practiced many times in this sad sect, but they can only hold on for half an hour.

In fact, it is even more difficult for a monk in the foundation building period to hold on for a quarter of an hour, and the time for a few teas is usually considered normal.

If you want to enter their Broken Dust Temple, most of them have to start from the miscellaneous disciples of the outer gate, and everyone came here like this. However, if there are really a few disciples who have infinite possibilities during the foundation building period, it is nothing to directly make an exception to enter the inner gate.

"I don't know." Shinichi secretly returned, "The world is so big, and there are many capable people." It is better for such a good person to come to our Broken Dust Temple than to go to Wufu Temple. ”

"What Senior Brother said is reasonable."

The three of them waited outside as if they had done nothing.

Two quarters of an hour, three quarters of an hour, half an hour passed.

There was still no sign of the people inside.

"Something can't be going on in there, is it?" Another disciple of the Broken Dust Temple, who had never made a sound, said.

Shinichi's face was also a little grim, if they really killed a life, they would definitely be punished when they returned.

Just as Shinichi was about to use the token to open the sad door, the stone door opened automatically, and Pei Yuyun rubbed her eyes while walking out casually.

"Congratulations to this fellow Daoist." Shinichi sincerely congratulates you.

"Thank you." Pei Yuyun smiled, stepped aside, and beckoned to Xie Zhenghong.

Wen Chunxiang couldn't help but whistle in Xie Zhenghong's mind, "You can still see this Taoist descendant in the small world?" ”

However, this time, Wen Chunxiang did not plan to directly tell Xie Zhenghong the answer.

Anyway, this Pei Yuyun and Xie Zhenghong are estimated to enter the Broken Dust Temple to practice, and there will be a lot of places to deal with in the future.

With his successful experience, the remaining monks also gained confidence one by one, and entered the gate of sorrow one after another.

It's just that all the good luck seems to have been spent here by Pei Yuyun, and none of the monks who went in later were more than a quarter of an hour.

After a monk ran out crying, Xie Zhenghong strode in.