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I don't know when I fell asleep groggily, and when I opened my eyes at dusk, it was already the dawn through the window and the sun was shining on the mountainside.

Hearing the knock on the door outside, Dusk, who was stretching his waist, got up from the bed helplessly, and changed into a set of Shaolin monk clothes, which was the start of a new day.

Under the strange attention of the monks, after hurriedly eating breakfast, at dusk, led by a monk, came to a tower forest at the foot of the mountain outside the temple.

Tallinn is solemn, piled up with pagodas of different heights, lined up on a meadow, and the woods not far away, in the morning light, alternately shining.

Two makeshift Zen platforms, supported by a single tree more than ten feet high, swing in the air with the wind. More than 1,000 monks were scattered around the meditation platform, each meditating on the grass, waiting for the arrival of the young man, and also waiting for the start of the second competition.

Under the gaze of nearly a thousand monks, the young man slowly walked to the middle of the field, looking at the Zen platform standing in the wind, and a trace of understanding flashed in his eyes.

After the introduction of the fat monk, Dusk knew that the second competition of zazen was to compete at a height of more than ten zhang from the ground, on a swaying Zen platform.

"Little donor, are you ready!" Seeing the young man, the abbot Wubai sighed lightly, went directly to the topic, and asked softly.

"Of course!" Dusk smiled confidently and set her eyes on the meditation platform in mid-air.

Your sister, how do you feel that this competition has an inexplicably familiar sense of immediacy, do you monks really regard me as the master of the Eastern Tang Dynasty who went to the West to learn scriptures!

"There is a Buddha in your heart, sitting in the clouds, your hands folded, and you don't move like a mountain!" The abbot smiled kindly and said to the young man: "The second level, the comparison of Buddha nature, is better than zazen. ”

"Amitabha!" After the abbot finished speaking, he retreated and sat cross-legged among the monks, while Master Wujing got up and came to the venue.

After glancing at the young man, Master Wujing did not speak, only to see his feet move, and the rest did not see any movement, but he had already risen out of thin air, and in the envious and jealous eyes of the dusk, he flew up and sat down peacefully on a Zen platform.

It's so chic, even if it's his opponent now, Dusk can't help but give a full score to Master Wujing's set of actions out of thin air, when will he have such light skills, when can he not only walk in the wind as chic as Master Wujing, but also have long hair fluttering in the wind, that scene, think about it is very handsome!

"That..." After the fantasy, Dusk scratched his head and said helplessly: "Master Abbot, how should I go up!" ”

Anyway, you can't let me climb up, then there is no need to go down, I just admit defeat! Dusk Heart.

"Boss, help you up!" The fat monk Wu Neng grinned, waved his long sleeves, the wind sounded, and he only felt a void at dusk, and after the scenery flashed in front of him, the person was already staggering and standing on the Zen platform.

"I'm going..." Hurry up and sit down on the stage, dusk doesn't want to just come up because of accidentally falling down again, although it is said that the masters will not die without help, but that is also very embarrassing, okay.

glanced down, dusk couldn't help but rejoice, fortunately he didn't have a fear of heights, otherwise, this second level would be difficult.

Feeling the shaking of the zen platform under the buttocks, Dusk thanked the glass plank road and rope bridge in his previous life in his heart, and passed those tests, and now it is only a height of ten zhang, and it is not a small meaning to be caught.

Seeing the young man's serious appearance, Master Wujing spoke: "Little donor, it's still too late to admit defeat now, don't be unable to persevere halfway, at that time not only wasted effort, but also shameful!" ”

Master Wujing didn't tell Dusk, in fact, he just needed to stick to a stick of incense for a long time in the upcoming test, after all, he was just a teenager, and if he wanted to compare with the master who had escaped into the empty door for decades, it was naturally much worse.

"Don't worry!" He smiled at Master Wujing, who was a few feet away, and said confidently at dusk: "Isn't it just zazen, a piece of cake!" ”

That's not it, one of the attributes of an otaku is to be able to pass the boring time by letting his mind fly.

"Yes, do you think it's such a simple zazen!" Looking at the young man's confident appearance, Master Wujing shook his head, and said with a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes.

"What do you mean!" Stunned for a moment, Dusk asked puzzled.

"Amitabha, the donor will know when the time comes!"

Master Wujing did not tell Dusk what the test he was about to encounter would be, after all, this competition had already started when the two of them sat down on the meditation platform, and it was useless to say more, the most important thing was to see if Dusk could hold on to a pillar of incense under the condition set by several senior brothers.

You must know that without the slightest martial arts, sticking to a stick of incense in the upcoming environment is not something that ordinary people can do. Even if I hope that someone can revive the prestige of Shaolin, but it will not be because of this, the four masters will casually accept people into the temple, this test, but not a little water, it all depends on whether the young man can rely on his own determination to persevere.

Without waiting for dusk to think about what Master Wujing's words meant, I heard the abbot master below sighing a Buddha name, and more than a thousand monks were all clasping their hands together, closing their eyes and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The sun is rising, the morning light is flying, the breeze is intoxicating, and Zen music is singing.

Even if the Sanskrit scriptures recited by the monks were clearly transmitted to Dusk's ears, he still couldn't understand a word, but as the low Sanskrit voice hovered in his ears, Dusk couldn't help but restrain the casualness on his face, because he clearly felt that an indescribable solemn atmosphere, with the reverberating Sanskrit, slowly enveloped the world.

Forget it, after all, you still have to learn martial arts in Shaolin, so you have to give them a little face, let's meditate honestly! Feeling the Zen platform gradually stabilizing under the buttocks, Dusk sighed in his heart, and was about to let go of his thoughts to pass the time, but suddenly felt that the originally clear sky darkened a little.

"The wind is blowing..." Dusk looked at the dark clouds that were pressing down on the city, and there was a sense of foreboding.

"Whew..." But in an instant, the clouds covered the sun, the wind danced, and the weather that could have been said to be beautiful suddenly became bad.

"No, right..." Turning his head to look at Master Wujing, who was as stable as a mountain, and then at the monks below who were also unmoved, Dusk finally knew what Master Wujing meant just now.

Your sister, it's really not as simple as sitting on a high platform.

"That's it, it's just the wind!" I felt the zen platform under my ass begin to swing sharply in the wind, and I could only comfort myself at dusk...

The more the Zen sound, the tighter the wind.

The Zen platform more than ten zhang high is like a huge reed pole, constantly swinging back and forth in the wind, and with the gradual violence of the wind, the beating amplitude of the Zen platform is also a little bigger.

Master Wujing still folded his hands, letting the Zen platform sway, and he sat quietly on the Zen platform, as if his body kept swinging with the Zen platform, it had no effect on him at all.

But for Dusk, it's not as casual as Master Wujing...

I saw that I was sitting on the Zen platform in embarrassment at dusk, holding the two gauntlets specially set aside on the Zen platform with both hands, not daring to have the slightest carelessness, and the original hippie smiling face was also replaced with embarrassment and caution at this moment...

I have to be cautious.,Dusk can clearly feel the inertia of your body.,If you don't hold on to the gauntlet.,In the swing, due to the huge inertia generated by the high-speed movement of your body.,I'm afraid I'll immediately throw myself out...