Yan Fang looked at the red lacquered iron door that appeared out of thin air in front of him and was a little stunned, and subconsciously reached out to pull the copper ring held in the mouth of the copper lion on the right, and the iron door still didn't move with all his strength.

I reached out again and pulled the brass ring on the left, and it was still the same. It seems that the thin slit between these two iron doors is not real, but a black line drawn by someone at random.

"Could it be that this is also a trick to blind the eyes?" Yan Fang closed his eyes again, and began to feel the spiritual weapons in his body as he had done when he went up the mountain before, so as to calm his heart and feel this heaven and earth without distractions.

In Yan Fang's divine sense, the things around him seemed to be a little illusory, especially the faint fog that had faded imperceptibly, as if the white mist that shrouded the third mountain was just a trick.

But the two iron doors facing each other are not only not illusory in their consciousness, but are more real than what they can see with the naked eye: they are bright like red paint splashed with duck blood, and the lifelike bronze lions seem to jump out of the doors, as if they all imply that these two iron doors are real, not an illusion.

Yan Fang was a little unwilling, he instinctively thought that these two doors must be just a trick, and he continued to sense.

There is no Jiazi in the mountain, maybe two hours have passed, maybe four hours have passed, or longer, the two iron doors in Yan Fang's divine consciousness are still so real, even more than at the beginning, as if every more pillar of incense will add a little more to the reality of the two iron doors in front of him.

Yan Fang began to become agitated, he opened his eyes, and slammed the iron door in front of him with his fist, the intense pain caused by the collision of flesh and blood with cold metal stimulated Yan Fang's nerves again and again.

It also hints at the authenticity of the iron gate in front of you.

The sandbag-sized fist rained down, and the sound of the fist crashing against the iron gate like the roar of a wild beast sounded again and again in the mountains.

The feeling of not making progress for a long time made him lose his mind a little, and he wanted to use his flesh and blood to blast open the cold iron door in front of him.

After some time, the initial violent impact of the rain gradually faded and began to thin out, until there was no more sound.

Yan Fang was half-squatting, panting heavily, and the sweat on his body had soaked the cloth robe. The two fists turned red from the collision with the metal, as if they had just been fished out of boiling water, and he couldn't move.

After a long while, Yan Fang, who was finally a little relieved, raised his body and looked at the iron door in front of him that had not changed in the slightest, was still real, and was still cold.

After passing the stone tablet test and the previous two mountains, he was blocked by this iron gate that appeared out of thin air, and Yan Fang felt very aggrieved.

...

In the bronze mirror of the secluded hall in the back mountain

A gray-robed blind boy with a bamboo cane stepped on the last bluestone slab and descended the third mountain.

The surrounding bamboo leaves are falling.

In front of him, a dilapidated wooden door appeared out of thin air, and it seemed that he could leave the Mieyama world through this wooden door.

An old voice came from the wooden door:

Why have you come here to seek enlightenment?

The blind boy looked at the wooden door in front of him, which was no different from everything else in his world, and was silent for a moment, and then spoke softly, the cool and not cold voice did not seem to belong to the world:

"I blinded myself with my own hands, just so that I could go further on the road of pursuit, see more scenery, and see the cluster of purple wildflowers at the end of the road, which is why I came. ”

Speaking of this, the young man laughed, as if there really was that purple in his dark world.

As soon as the words fell, there was a "crunch" and "crunch" sound from the dilapidated wooden door in front of me, and the wooden door opened in a moment.

When the boy heard the sound of the wooden door opening, he paused for a moment, and then staggered out of the wooden door with a bamboo cane. Everything seems to be so normal.

I didn't know that I was the first to leave the world of Mieyama. In other words, he was the first to pass the second round of assessment and officially worship Fuhu Mountain.

Unlike the plain water of the blind boy in the mirror, the elders of the Uchiyama who were watching this scene outside the mirror had already exploded.

The old man in a black and white robe looked at the scene of the blind boy stepping out of the wooden door in the mirror, and tore off a beard in shock, and said: "This little doll is amazing, she actually destroyed her eyes for the sake of the avenue." ”

"Maybe he thinks that the scenery on the road is more beautiful than the scenery visible to the naked eye," the beautiful young woman in the palace also sighed softly.

"I can see that this little blind man has an appetite for me, although he is blind, he is not blind in his heart, and he is very talented in deduction, and when he enters the inner mountain, I will accept him as a closed disciple. The sloppy old man, who had never opened his mouth and was squatting in the corner like a beggar, laughed and said, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Crazy Wang, this little blind man is indeed very kind to your path, his Dao heart is firm, his talent is extremely high, and the key is to be ruthless to himself. The old man, dressed in broken sheepskin, also sighed softly.

The sloppy old man, nicknamed the king madman, laughed even more happily when he heard this.

....

In the world of picture scrolls

Yan Fangzheng sat cross-legged on the ground, his sweat-soaked cloth robe had been dried by the cool breeze in the mountains, and the young man looked up at the iron gate in front of him that blocked his way, and his jaw moved slightly, as if he had made up his mind. Then he stood up, patted the dust on his robe, and walked straight to the iron door.

A strand of hair blown by the wind touched the iron door, Yan Fang did not stop, and continued to walk forward, seeing that his forehead was about to hit the iron door.

...

The violent sound from the collision between his forehead and the iron door did not come as promised, and half of Yan Fang's body magically passed through the two incomparably real iron doors in front of him.

Then the whole body passed through.

The view you see after passing through the iron gate is essentially no different from what you see before passing through the iron gate.

The mountains are still the same mountains, the water is still the same water, and the roads are still the same roads.

But in Yan Fang's eyes, it was a completely new world that he saw after finally breaking the demon in his heart.

The iron gate just now was illusory in nature, but it was illusory and clever, and it was impossible for a cultivator of Yan Fang's level to see the clues in his divine sense, but would be misled into thinking that the iron gate in front of him was real. Thus to pull, to hammer, to kick .. Come up with all the ways to deal with the real iron gate to deal with the illusory iron gate in front of you.

If Yan Fang had been able to firmly believe in his judgment from the beginning, and not be swayed by the results seen in his divine sense, he would not have lost so much time by passing through this iron gate directly.

But there is no such what ifs in the world, and if there are ifs, then there will not be so many ups and downs and so many regrets in a person's life.

Fortunately, Yan Fang's last desperate gamble finally won the bet, and he passed the hurdle in front of him without danger.

Yan Fang stepped on the bluestone slab and continued to walk on the road down the mountain, and after walking through hundreds of bluestone slabs, when he was about to go down the mountain, two iron doors appeared in front of him. Unlike the previous ones, these two iron doors are swarthy and look a little illusory.

Yan Fang still tried to use his divine sense to sense, and the iron gate in his divine sense was also a little illusory, but it was quite real, almost exactly the same as what Yan Fang saw.

Yan Fang subconsciously wanted to try whether the method of passing through the first iron gate would still work for the second iron gate. He walked straight forward.

"Ahh

The sharp pain caused by the collision between his forehead and the iron door made Yan Fang regret his stupid action just now.

Yan Fang rubbed his somewhat red head and squatted down and sat on a cool bluestone slab, and began to think about how to pass through the second iron gate.

This is a habit that he has kept from his previous life to the present, and he likes to sit when he thinks about problems.

Yan Fang thought hard, and suddenly thought of the biggest difference between the first gate and the second gate.

"The first door seems to be very real, especially as seen in the Divine Consciousness, but it is an illusory door.

And this second door is a bit illusory both seen and felt by the naked eye, so can it be inferred that this second door is a real door? ”

Yan Fang thought about it again and again, felt that there was some truth in this idea, stood up and walked to the iron gate to prepare to implement it.

Yan Fang reached out to pull the handle on the iron door, it was an embroidered iron ring, the one on the left had fallen, and only the one on the right was left hanging alone.

Yan Fang began to use five points of force to pull, the iron door did not change in the slightest, and used seven points of force to try, this time it seemed that there was an imperceptible sound from the crack in the door, and the iron door was a little loose.

The third time, Yan Fang used all his strength, and the ancient heavy sound of opening the door came from the crack in the door.

The iron door was slowly opened...