The wind was blowing, and the wind from all directions made the little scholar sitting on the ground sway.

The little scholar was afraid of being noticed by the old monk, so he tried to breathe and try to keep his body still and not move due to the changes around him.

"Put away your thoughts and ......follow it," the old monk whispered in front of Qingwen.

This is simple......

The little scholar swayed with the wind for a moment, and sure enough, he found that balance point, and his body no longer swayed. What she didn't know was that all this unprovoked wind was caused by her own unprovoked thoughts...... Under the guidance of the old monk, the little scholar gradually settled down.

I don't know how long it took, and the little scholar found that he couldn't hear anything, not even his own heartbeat. It looks like the sunset is sprinkled on the banks of the Qingluan River, and there is nothing shining.

"Where am I?" as she asked in her heart, the power in her body began to ripple together.

The little scholar began to regret following the old monk to this forest.

"Do you have to understand who you are?" the old monk's voice could finally be heard again.

"I'm a little scholar?!" the little scholar asked rhetorically.

"Who is the little scholar?"

The little scholar couldn't answer, and his mind was suddenly at a loss.

"Let's put this question aside, where are you from?" the old monk then asked.

The little scholar was even more confused, and the untied strands of hair on his sideburns began to flutter slowly.

"Let this question go, where are you going?" the old monk continued to ask.

After asking this question, the old monk found that the hair on the little scholar's sideburns instantly calmed down, and the little scholar himself found that the inscrutable power in his body was no longer noisy.

The old monk nodded and smiled, "It seems that you already have the answer." ”

"Why is Master sitting in meditation?"

"Seek perfection!" the little scholar said so quickly and straight to the point, which really amazed the old monk.

"What does it mean to be perfect?"

The old monk smiled and slowly landed on the ground, got up and left.

The little scholar followed...... In the blink of an eye, the old monk held a broom and swept back and forth a puddle of stagnant water on the ground. The little scholar looked at it, and the bamboo was clearly passing through the water, but there was no trace left on the water...... Looking at the broom in the old monk's hand again, the broom in the old monk's hand was gone, and only the old monk was left looking at himself with quiet eyes......

Finally, the little scholar clasped his palms together and replied: "Nothing comes and goes, it is complete." ”

The old monk didn't say anything, turned around and walked towards the pool, the broom in his hand danced like water on the pool, and for a while the water droplets splashed everywhere, and the suspended water droplets formed three words: "It's you".

The little scholar pointed to himself puzzled and asked, "Me?"

"Why don't you go to the back mountain to find your companion?!" the old monk threw down this sentence and entered his hut.

......

"The 'pure karmic blessings' that you are going to take are in this well. The young monk Wuchen pointed to a bottomless well and preached to Ling, Baoyu and them.

As soon as the young monk's voice fell, instead of following his fingers to the well, the crowd turned to the other side. Only then did the young monk find a little scholar in men's clothes walking towards the well, and he felt strange that this female doll walked as light as a feather, but how could her breath be so weak.

The young monk took advantage of everyone's inattention and stomped his feet, and the little scholar not far away fell to the ground as he expected.

"What's the matter, play this play as soon as you appear missing?" Xue Pan stepped forward to help Qingwen up and asked.

"Come, let me show the monk what is under your seal?" Qingwen had not yet stood firmly, and Qingwen's young monk Wuchen's palm was already in front of him......

"Bastard, don't do it yourself. The old monk reappeared, and with a broom peeled off the palm of the dustless hand.

"Thank you, Master rescued you. Qingwen tried to stand firm and thanked the old monk.

"You don't need to thank me, I'm not your master. The old monk is a person outside the world, and today's help is just entrusted by others. Don't forget what you said before, you can go on your own way!"

......

The water of the well is as black as ink, and the reflection of the wall of the well looks strange and terrifying on the surface of the water.