The quaint pavilion, standing quietly in the deep mountains, shrouded in mist has a sense of mystery, Tie Dakai seems to be afraid of here, and without saying a few words, he found an excuse to leave, leaving Wang Feng to stand alone in front of the pavilion.

"How can there be a gloomy feeling, Buddhism is pure, it stands to reason that it shouldn't be this feeling."

Wang Feng muttered quietly, stepped forward and pushed open the mottled door, there was a piercing squeak in the darkness, Wang Feng looked inside, "Hello, I am Wang Feng, a friend of Tie Dakai, the abbot asked me to come in to visit, if you are disturbed, please bear with me." ”

I heard Tie Dakai say that there was an elder of Shaolin Temple here, so Wang Feng politely greeted him before entering the door. There was not a trace of response in the dark pavilion, not even an echo of Wang Feng, a deathly silence.

After a long time, Wang Feng secretly wondered if this old-timer had bad ears?

He walked in lightly, and at this time, the door closed automatically without wind, and suddenly an oil lamp was lit, and the entire interior of the Scripture Pavilion came into view.

The interior is hollow, and the spiral circular staircase forms the floors, and an oil lamp is placed at interval on the railing of each staircase, a total of seven floors. And the walls are all bookshelves, full of neatly stacked bookshelves, old sandalwood bookshelves, yellowed books, giving people a feeling of coming to the old century.

"Senior, my name is Wang Feng, and the abbot asked me to visit here, if you are disturbed, please bear with me."

The door closed without wind, and the oil lamp spontaneously combusted, apparently the old man did it, and it seemed that he was also a master cultivator.

Wang Feng's left pupil split and patrolled around to find that senior, and the right pupil was Xu Lin's eye, which Wang Feng rarely used, after all, this eye could only see through the laws of time and space, and it would consume a lot of his internal qi.

"The oil lamp will go out."

Suddenly, a desolate and steady voice appeared, Wang Feng's heart was startled, and with the source of the sound, he saw a white-bearded old man wearing a shabby monk's robe sitting cross-legged in the corridor on the top floor.

The flame of the oil lamp is shining, and the old man is kind and kind, with his eyes slightly closed, giving people the feeling that it is like a monk meditating under the Bodhi tree.

"The oil lamp will go out?"

Wang Feng thought to himself, obviously this sentence was said to him by the old monk, Wang Feng's afterglow looked around, there was a stone carved lotus platform in the center of the lowest level, the oil lamp on the lotus platform was a little dim, and the flames were not flickering like other oil lamps.

Wang Feng approached the lotus platform, picked up the oil pot next to him and filled the oil lamp, feeling that the old monk asked him to fill the oil.

Wang Feng waited quietly after filling the oil, and he seemed to see the old monk sigh slightly.

The old monk didn't speak, and Wang Feng didn't want to wander around as a guest, so after a long time, the old monk spoke, "The first layer is counted in the thirty-second grid from the right." ”

"Forehead ......"

Wang Feng was flustered when he heard this, this old monk really cherished words like gold when he spoke!

After all, he is a master, Wang Feng can't say anything, and starts to look for books along the bookshelf, this bookshelf and books are very old, but they are spotless, it seems that the old monk usually pays attention to cleaning.

Finding the book, Wang Feng pulled out and casually glimpsed the name of the sutra - "Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra".

"Senior, do you need me to send it?"

Wang Feng felt that this old monk was very strange, and asked him to fill the oil lamp for a while, and then to look for a book, and what he wanted to know now was why the abbot had asked him to come here.

The old monk closed his eyes and said nothing, Wang Feng had to take the scriptures and walk up the stairs, who knew that as soon as his right foot stepped into the stairs, a strong force pushed Wang Feng away like a flood that burst the embankment.

Wang Feng hurriedly exuded his internal qi to protect his body, but he was still pushed out a few meters away.

Wang Feng had palpitations, he didn't even see this powerful enchantment! It can be seen that the power of the enchantment far exceeds his strength!

"That...... Senior, you asked me to find a book, and you didn't ask me to give it to you, you mean to let me read a book? ”

Wang Feng wiped a handful of sweat, but the old monk was still silent, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

Wang Feng smiled awkwardly, the most precious thing for him now is time, how can he have the time to read the scriptures!

"Senior, Buddhism is broad and profound, and I also yearn for its mysterious world, but I have urgent matters on my body now, and I don't have time to study hard." Wang Feng scratched his hair, it was really difficult to speak, so he had to say directly: "The abbot asked me to come here, did you leave a message for you to tell me?" If not, I'll leave first......"

The old monk did not move like a mountain, except for talking from beginning to end, the expression on his face did not change, and he put a wood carving clay sculpture.

Wang Feng really felt that the atmosphere was strange, and took a step back with the scriptures, the old monk did not express his position, Wang Feng pushed the door directly, he found that the door had no door lock and door bolt, but he couldn't open it!

Wang Feng sighed in his heart, stiffened his body and turned around and asked, "Senior, what are you...... What do you mean? ”

The old monk was still silent, Wang Feng moved his steps slightly, and a layer of internal qi spread from the soles of his feet.

Destroy the ground!

Wang Feng didn't dare to smash the ground, now the old monk has not shown his intentions, in case he is not hostile, but Wang Feng misunderstood, it is not a reckless act to provoke the anger of the masters.

In vain! Wang Feng sensed that the earth-destroying internal qi had disappeared when it touched the door!

Formation Enchantment!

Sweat slid down Wang Feng's forehead, he knew a little about the Qimen formation, but he didn't even realize that this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion itself was a formation! Expert! A peerless master who hides deeply!

Wang Feng swallowed his saliva, looked at the old monk, then moved his gaze to the scriptures, and finally to the old monk, and asked, "What does the senior mean to let me leave after reading the book?"

The old monk's face was finally moved, and he still closed his eyes slightly, just nodding, which suddenly made Wang Feng breathe a sigh of relief.

As a cultivator in the middle of the Acquired Realm, it didn't take long to finish reading a book, so he sat cross-legged on the ground, opened the scriptures and read them.

"When contemplating the bodhisattva of self-reliance, when he walks in the deep prajnaparamita, he sees that the five aggregates are empty, and he overcomes all suffering. The relics are not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and the same is true when you want to know it. The relics are the empty phase of all the laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased......"

The split pupil of one eye splits and rotates, and the reading speed of ten lines at a glance can also achieve the effect of unforgettable, and vaguely Wang Feng seems to hear the Sanskrit sound of Buddhism outside the sky, and the abbot recited the "Theory of Breaking Phase" overlapping to welcome and drink.

The incense was rising, the flame of the oil lamp was swaying, and in less than an hour, Wang Feng closed the scriptures, closed his eyes slightly, he felt a burst of emptiness in his mind, as if he had felt something, but he couldn't figure it out, this feeling made him very uncomfortable, and he had an urge to know the answer immediately, but he didn't even have a question.

Call!

In vain, a breeze blew from nowhere, the flame of the oil lamp swayed from side to side, and the door creaked open, and the glimmer of light greeted us.

"Thank you seniors for your advice."

Wang Feng knew that this senior wanted to tell him something, but unfortunately he didn't understand it, Wang Feng put the scripture back and bent down slightly, "I'll come back tomorrow." ”

When Wang Feng was about to leave, the old monk's voice sounded again, "The oil lamp will go out." ”