Whether there are immortals in this world, Wan Fan doesn't know. Even though he was on Mount Meru, which was known as the top inheritance of the Eastern Wilderness, he had no contact with the topics that all the monks were crazy about, let alone any ideas.

This is not because Wan Fan has no ambitions, but because of the limitations of talent. Mount Meru is known as the leader of Buddhism, and Buddhism is the supreme inheritance on this Eastern Wilderness Continent, and it is also the only inheritance that can compete with the Taoist Taichu Holy Mansion.

It stands to reason that cultivating in such a sect that can be described as an anti-heaven sect and being an orthodox disciple, Wan Fan's life should have been destined to be glorious long ago. But the world makes people, Wan Fan's qualifications are really poor, and after twenty years of entering Buddhism, he is still just a minor monk in the realm of the first god. This is a cultivation foundation realm that others only need four or five years to break through, Wan Fan has been trapped here for twenty years, and to this day, he has not improved at all.

The Eastern Wilderness Continent is so big that it makes people tremble.

This Sumeru Mountain alone, Wan Fan has not come to the end, his daily homework is just to sweep the yard, recite Buddhist scriptures, and regularly clean up the Tibetan scripture pavilion that contains Buddhist classics. The spotless Buddhist books are boring, but Wan Fan likes this job the most, because he works quickly, and the scripture pavilion is cleaned regularly, so he can clean it up in half a day at most. After lunch, the boring time in the afternoon and the beautiful scenery of the sunset were not appreciated by Wan Fan, because he was reading the Buddhist scriptures in the Tibetan scripture pavilion peacefully.

When he doesn't clean up the Scripture Pavilion, Wan Fan will practice with his disciples after cleaning the courtyard. Wan Fan's qualifications are really dull, and the disciples who started at the same time as him, even a few years later than him, have already left here and gone to the Dharma Hall or even higher places to continue their cultivation, and only Wan Fan is still here - the most basic Arhat Hall in Mount Meru.

In the Luohan Hall, the place where Wan Fan sat was very special, much higher than the little monk in the first row, at first glance, he looked like a general who commanded everyone in the rear. Less than two meters in front of him, sat the master of the Luohan Hall, Hui Jing.

Wan Fan's smooth little head lowered slightly, his mouth was full of words, and his hands kept beating the wooden fish.

Wan Fan's appearance is excellent, even if he doesn't have flowing long hair, he still has a bookish life, and the smile on his face is so sincere, and it seems that it has not faded since he was born.

In the early stage of Buddhism, the cultivation of the physical body is the most important, and in the Arhat Hall, the disciples who practice will have obvious muscles after three or five months. And Wan Fan, in the past 20 years, has never had any 'bloated' figure, although it is not morbid, but in anyone's opinion, this is a weak little scholar.

The upturned corners of his mouth and his eyes slightly squinted by smiling are Wanfan's signatures. Even now it has not dispersed.

Behind Wan Fan, there are many slightly immature faces, these are his junior disciples, no way, Wan Fan has been here for twenty years, and the junior brothers of the same generation have already entered the Dharma Hall, or even higher places.

"Senior Brother Wan Fan is sitting too far forward, and he is almost side by side with the master. A little novice whispered to the person next to him, he looked less than ten years old, and his words were still a little immature, but at this moment he said ambitiously: "In the future, I will also sit in that place, in front of all the senior brothers." ”

"Guanjing, that's not a good place. Senior Brother Wan Fan was too stupid because his qualifications were too dull, and his realm cultivation never reached the standard of leaving the Luohan Hall, so he sat so far forward. It's also that the master really can't bear to hit him again, so he will leave such a position. The other, slightly older monk replied in a low voice.

"Yes, Guan Jing, Senior Brother Guan Ben is right, it's really not a good place. And I think you have no drama in this life, because even if your qualifications are worse than Senior Brother Wan Fan, you will not have a chance, because Senior Brother Wan Fan will always sit in front of you, and you will sit in the middle of Senior Brother Wan Fan and the disciples behind you at most. The slightly naughty little monk couldn't help laughing after speaking, and in order not to be discovered, he endured it with great difficulty. But no matter what, he thought that Wan Fan could only stay in this Luohan Hall for the rest of his life. I'm afraid I won't be able to go any further for the rest of my life.

In fact, it is no wonder that Mount Meru has a long heritage, but the disciples with the worst qualifications are not much stronger than Wan Fan, and the monks who have failed to break through the first god in 20 years, not to mention Mount Meru, even if they search the entire Eastern Wilderness, I am afraid they will not be able to find the second one.

"Guancheng, don't say it again. The little monk named Guanben said, his face slightly displeased.

"At the beginning, the master refused to give Senior Brother Wan Fan the Dharma name, and said that it was because Senior Brother Wan Fan had not broken his fate, I think it was because Master had already seen that his qualifications were too dull. That's why they refuse to give the name of the Dharma. The little monk Guancheng didn't buy it at all, and still said in a low voice.

Guan Ben wanted to stop it again, but he heard a cough, it was a voice from Hui Jing, Hui Jing who was sitting above was much more advanced than them, even if their voices were small enough, he still heard it, and said at this moment: "Above the Buddha Hall, don't whisper." If the heart is not quiet, it will not be reached. ”

"Amitabha. The disciples recited the Buddha's name in response.

"Senior Brother Wan Fan's heart has been quiet for twenty years, and he has not reached any advanced level. Guan Cheng still didn't forget to add a sentence, but after saying it, he immediately kept silent.

Wan Fan just laughed again, he had listened to this chanting for twenty years, and he had long been used to hearing it. He could immediately distinguish any other sound that others had said. The sound of chanting really calmed his mind, but because of this, he also listened thoroughly to the content of what Guan Cheng and the others said. But he didn't say anything, and his mood didn't fluctuate. Just continue to chant quietly.

The little novice named Guanjing looked at Wan Fan with some puzzlement, he couldn't see Wan Fan's expression, but he felt a trace of peace in him.

After reciting, the sunset has slowly set, although Mount Meru is a famous town in the east, but in the middle of Buddhism, but can only eat vegetarian dishes. Even so, the teenagers, who are accustomed to life here, still gather around with joy and wait for the fragrant dinner.

Wan Fan distributed food to everyone in an orderly manner, he had been here for a long time, so such things were done by him, not to mention anything else, with Wan Fan here, Hui Jing saved a lot of trouble as a master.

Take this meal as an example, Wan Fan controls the amount of food for each person, and the meals he distributes can make people just full, one grain is not much, and one grain is not much. There is almost no leftover food in Luohan Hall, and it is all just right.

Guan Cheng took over his rice bowl and found that it was the same as usual, but he didn't think much about it. He somewhat looked down on this senior brother Wan Fan in his heart, after all, he who had not advanced an inch in twenty years was indeed not a normal person.

Wan Fan finished sharing dinner and ate his own dinner alone, and he didn't say a word during the whole process.

After dinner, the brothers and sisters all went to play and relax, Wan Fan cleaned up all the dishes and chopsticks alone, washed them clean, washed them off, washed off the dust of the day, and then returned to his residence.

Huijing still takes good care of Wan Fan, and he works the most on weekdays, so he was given a separate room to avoid the trouble of crowding with other juniors.

Wan Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes closed, and his hands on his lap.

He was breathing, trying to mobilize the aura in his body. Ever since he entered the path of cultivation, he has been trying for more than ten years, hoping to see a miracle. But every time, it was disappointment.

This time was no exception, and the aura was still pitiful. The first god goes one step further and is condensation, and when the divine consciousness is condensed, it opens up another world on the path of cultivation. The divine sense is infinitely useful, and powerful monks can search for everything and anticipate danger by relying on their divine sense. It can be described as inherently undefeated.

The strength of the divine consciousness is directly related to the strength of the monk, and whether the divine consciousness is strong or not is reflected in the sea of consciousness in the dantian of the human body. Once a monk enters the realm of contemplation from the primordial realm, it proves that he has opened up the sea of consciousness.

At first, the sea of knowledge was only the size of a drop of water, but as the monk's cultivation deepened, it gradually expanded, and Wan Fan had heard that the powerful monk knew that the sea was as boundless as the sea, which indicated that the monk could destroy the world and have the combat power of the immortals.

But Wan Fan can only look up to that realm in a daze between half dreaming and waking up, although Wan Fan doesn't care about the contempt of others, but he knows that his talent is indeed limited, and now he is a little person who even has to look up to the realm of contemplation.

Wan Fan smiled bitterly, which could be regarded as a response to the disappointment he had become accustomed to.

There was no word all night, when the morning sun has not completely radiated its light, there is already a bell ringing on Mount Meru, even though it seems a little abrupt in this empty mountain, but the people here have become accustomed to such a routine, they have gotten up, hurry up to wash.

At this moment, Wan Fan was already busy in the kitchen, and the temperature in late autumn was already a little chilly, but Wan Fan's thin clothes were obviously enough, and he was busy and couldn't care about the cold.

"In the morning, there is not even a leaf on the trees, there is no life, and autumn is really boring. Guan Cheng had just opened his confused eyes, and at this moment autumn had become his punching bag, venting his dissatisfaction with getting up early.

"Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. Senior Brother Guancheng, if these fallen leaves do not fall, how can the new leaves have a chance to grow? Moreover, these piles of fallen leaves are piled up at the roots of the trees, which can nourish the trees. Guanjing Xiao Shami said.

"The leaves really fall, and they all fall under the tree. There is almost nothing on the floor, but it saves a lot of effort to clean. Guan Cheng said.

"The leaves fall with the wind, how can you choose your own location. These are all cleaned by Senior Brother Wan Fan in the morning. What is omitted is not the effort of cleaning, but the effort of cleaning. "Kanben also came out and answered.

"Yes, Senior Brother Wan Fan is really diligent. But when the words come back, Senior Brother Wan Fan's old leaves have not fallen, and our new leaves have not grown in the same way. Ha ha. Guan Cheng laughed and said, sweeping away the haze of getting up early, he had something to say, and naturally he was referring to the fact that Wan Fan had not been able to leave Luohan Hall for twenty years.

Kanmoto shook his head helplessly and left the place.

The breakfast of Buddhism is only porridge and pickles, and coarse tea and light rice can be included.

Wan Fan still distributed it in an orderly manner, with the same smile on his face.

Guan Cheng carefully observed Wan Fan today, but he still couldn't figure out why Wan Fan's qualifications were so poor, as the saying goes, diligence can make up for clumsiness, Wan Fan is so diligent, and he doesn't have any slack in cultivation, why is he so dull?

Guan Cheng took a bite of the steamed bun fiercely, only to say that Wan Fan was really not suitable for embarking on the path of cultivation.

And Wan Fan naturally didn't know what others thought, so he silently finished breakfast in a corner, then cleaned up, brushed the dishes and chopsticks, and rushed to the place where he read in the morning.

The sound of chanting can always calm Wanfan, this deep mountain Buddhism is famous on the mainland, but here, it is a rare quiet and peaceful.