The walls are red and the tiles are black, and a layer of snow has fallen.

The houses are scattered, red, black and white into large and small squares, superimposed on each other, with a different kind of beauty.

Stepping into the teleportation array, it was only a moment before Wang Shi came here.

"Donor. The gray-clothed little novice clasped his hands together and saluted, bowed slightly, and turned to the side to make way for Wang Shi, looking very charitable.

"Little Master, is this the Nine Mountains of Zen Buddhism?"

Xiao Shami looked up and smiled: "Could it be that the donor is on the wrong path?"

In a matter of moments, the drama can arrange a teleportation array that spans half of the middle domain, and I am afraid that its attainments in the formation are higher than those of the flower iron pillar.

Wang Shi also smiled and said, "I want to find the Sixth Ancestor, or the True or False Master." ”

Xiao Shami was stunned, obviously he didn't expect the other party to find the two biggest figures in Zen Buddhism, he didn't laugh at Wang Shi, but said seriously: "The sixth ancestor is not here. The true and false masters are in the Scripture Pavilion. ”

Like the Eighteen Temples, Zen Buddhism has always adhered to the principle that anyone can come. Even if it is a fierce demon who has killed countless people, Zen Buddhism dares to let it go straight in, as long as the other party has the guts.

Wang Shi asked the direction of the Scripture Pavilion, thanked the little master, and walked straight there.

There were two stone lions standing at the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, their eyes rolled, glaring at Wang Shi, the stone shell on his body suddenly cracked, and he let out a dull roar, and a terrifying coercion emanated from his body.

The monks who were sweeping the floor turned around in unison, and when they saw that scene, they couldn't help but be surprised. They have been guarding here for so many years, and they have never seen a stone lion like this. Those two stone lions were enough to tear the Earth Fairyland to pieces. Could it be that some big demon is really coming?

The windows of the seventeenth floor were opened, and Zhenzhen glanced down and said, "This is my guest." ”

The roars of the two stone lions died down and they crouched back in place.

Wang Shi looked up at the truth and falsehood, and said with a smile: "I follow your advice and come to Zen Buddhism to have a look." ”

Zhenzhen saw Wang Shi's snow-white hair, and said admittedly: "The donor is a little late." ”

If it was just when they met in the Hanging Temple, the truth or falsehood could still help Wang Shi heal. But now, this disease has reached the point where it is beyond return, and even Da Luo True Immortal is powerless to return to the sky.

"It's not night yet, how can you say it's late?"

Zhenxuan couldn't help but smile and said, "Please come up to the donor." ”

Wang Shi walked into the Scripture Pavilion, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, he climbed up the stairs layer by layer, until he fell on the seventeenth floor of thin ash, and saw the truth and falsehood sitting on the futon.

"You may be seated. True and false closed an ancient book in his hand and made a gesture of please. It can be seen that he doesn't have much time, otherwise he wouldn't have taken advantage of Wang Shi's time to read books.

Wang Shi sat opposite the truth and said, "I'm tired." ”

"It's impossible to say whether you're tired or not, I'm just making it easy for you. Whether you can get the opportunity or not depends on the donor himself, and the little monk is also powerless. ”

"Naturally, I am the only one who can do this. ”

"I'm afraid that no one knows how to give you a life, there are so many volumes here, and I can't pick out which one is useful for you, so you can go through it yourself. Below the eighteenth floor, you can read it. On the eighteenth floor, I can't go up either. ”

After saying the truth or falsehood, he bowed to Wang Shi and continued to meditate on the ancient scroll in his hand. He also needed to do the impossible and didn't have much time. In addition, he is really powerless, and this matter can only rely on Wang Shi himself to see if he can find that possibility.

Wang Shi didn't say much, thanked him for the truth, then got up gently, walked to the bookshelf, and picked up an ancient book at random to read.

Wang Shi knows his illness better than anyone else. There is no cure for a disease that has a "wonderful door", and there is rarely a way to cure this disease in the world. Just watching the Zen scriptures and practicing a certain practice is probably not going to do anything. Even if Zen Buddhism really had a technique that could prolong Wang Shi's life, how could he possibly find it in this vast volume?

Wang Shi didn't think about so many things, and opened the scriptures in his hand.

This is a very ordinary "Tripitaka Sutra", but there are a few commentaries in the margins of the book, and there is nothing unusual about it. However, Wang Shi was so fascinated that he forgot how long he had been standing here.

Like other places in Zen Buddhism, the Pavilion does not restrict anyone's entry and exit, and there is no such thing as a forbidden book here, everyone can read it, but whether or not they can understand it is a personal chance.

Similar to most places, the eighteenth floor of the Pavilion also starts from the ground floor, and the higher you go, the more difficult it is to understand the scriptures. The strange mental power emanating from its scriptures also requires the corresponding strength to be able to withstand it. Thirteen floors above, there are very few people who patronize it.

True or false can climb to the seventeenth floor, and the monks are not surprised. But today, a stranger actually climbed to the seventeenth floor in one go, which really made the sweeping monks forget today's task.

Soon, this news spread throughout most of the Zen Buddhism, and there were really many people who came to visit.

The news of the slaughter of the nine families in the Central Region by the Yin-Yang Gate also came later, but it did not cause the slightest panic in Zen Buddhism, those who chanted the scriptures continued to chant, those who carried water continued to carry water, and those who burned the fire continued to burn the fire, and even the sparrows in the courtyard did not fly in shock.

The monks preferred to devote their time and energy to the man who had climbed the seventeenth floor, and would even gossip and bet on predictions.

The pattern of red walls, black tiles and white snow has not changed, and as the smoke rises, the day passes, and two or three bells waft over, reminding people that night is coming.

Almost the entire Middle Realm was filled with blood, but Zen Buddhism continued to live in the same way as before, unaffected by anything.

The bright moon hung in the middle of the sky, casting a cold glow.

The old monk and the little novice returned the scroll to its original place, swept away the dust brought in by the people today, blew out the oil lamp, closed the window, and closed the wooden door.

There were no other idlers in the Scripture Pavilion, and it became extremely quiet. Occasionally, a rat hurried along the beams of the house, leaving behind the sound of rustling, and I don't know where to hide and steal the lamp oil.

The lamp on the seventeenth floor was blown out by the truth, and the moonlight was draped over his body, like a holy true Buddha.

Wang Shi only read a dozen pages of that volume of the Tripitaka today, and he didn't understand any methods of curing diseases, nor did he learn any mysterious exercises, but only read a few interesting stories.

After reading this page, Wang Shi put down the book and glanced at the authenticity.

True or false sat motionless on the futon, only occasionally turning a page of the book. There were sixteen more books in front of him, and he probably didn't stop until he finished them.

The current truth and falsehood are like a teenager who has studied hard, waiting for the Ming Dynasty to gain fame.

A smile appeared on the corner of Wang Shi's mouth, and he gently walked to another bookshelf, picked up a volume of the Nirvana Sutra at random, and began to read the words in it.

As the moon rises and sets, time passes gently.

Before you know it, it's dawn. Wang Shi glanced out at the sunlight emitted through the snow, squinted his eyes, and stretched. Everything is fine here, but he can't eat, so he decided to go down and eat a bowl of fast.

When he walked out of this floor, after passing through the truth and falsehood, Wang Shi found that the other party had fallen asleep at some point. He couldn't help but smile and cautiously went downstairs.

The monks who got up early to sweep the fallen leaves, after seeing Wang Shi, all saluted him, and after he walked by, he carefully looked at his back, and then whispered a few words to his companions, revealing countless expressions, this mysterious figure that suddenly appeared is easy to arouse people's various conjectures.

After eating, Wang Shi returned to the Scripture Pavilion, but he did not go to the seventeenth floor, but stopped on the sixteenth floor and casually flipped through the books inside.

The news of the slaughter of the nine families in the Central Domain spread throughout the Central Domain, and all the forces were completely agitated, and no one spoke up, and the people of the Three Immortal Realms had already gathered together to move closer to the Three Sects.

In one day, the entire Central Region was turned upside down. It's hard to imagine what it would be like for millions of people to line up in a huge line and then crowd together. It is even more difficult to imagine what it will be like when so many people throw themselves into battle.

The sound of the fighting was just outside the window, but it could not affect the routine of the monks in the temple.

These things are not something that a small monk can decide, not to mention that the masters understand all this better than them. They just need to do what is in front of them, and when Master calls them, whether it is the sword mountain or the sea of fire, they will go.

I'm afraid that this is the case in the whole world, and only this place is like this.

In fact, Wang Shi should be the most anxious, and the drama left him three days. If he can't find a way to continue his life in three days, then he will have to leave. His illness could kill him at any time, and then everything would be nonsense.

Wang Shi must find a way to continue his life in Zen Buddhism!

At noon, Wang Shi went downstairs again to eat fast. It's just that he secretly added a plate of beef to himself this time, otherwise he wouldn't be used to eating vegetarian dishes every day.

Occasionally, a bird landed on the cornice, chirped a few times, basked in the sun for a while, and probably felt that it was not good here and flew away again. On the entire sixteenth floor, there was only this little sound, which naturally would not affect Wang Shi reading alone.

When the next day's day passed, the bell rang again, reminding people that night was coming. The old monk and the little novice began to repeat the same thing as yesterday, sweeping the other sounds out of the scripture pavilion.

Wang Shi came to the fifteenth floor, stood at the window with his hands in his hands, held an ancient scroll in his hand, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and showed a smile.

However, after a moment, he coughed softly.

With a day left, how many books can he read?