Qingchen stood in front of the stairs leading to the second floor and took a deep breath. He was surprised to find that there seemed to be a trace of energy in his body that did not belong to him in the first place.

This energy may seem soft, but there is an incomparably powerful power hidden in it.

Qingchen closed his eyes, his mind began to search every corner of his body, and he decided to find this trace of energy first, and then move on to the next layer.

The originally depleted energy seems to have been brought back from the sea of bitterness by this trace of energy.

After Qingchen groped for a long time, he finally saw a light blue halo in the depths of the dantian, but the halo was surprisingly friendly.

Generally speaking, the energy that intrudes from the outside world will be resisted by the original internal energy, but this light blue halo is extraordinary, it gets along with the original energy in Qingchen's body very well, and it seems to be born from the same root.

Qingchen drove his thoughts, and little by little he approached the glimmer of light. And that halo seemed to be conscious, automatically moving closer to Qingchen.

In the depths of that halo, Qingchen saw a familiar figure.

Master Xuanzang! Why is he here? Could it be that this blue halo is the mind of Master Xuanzang?

Just when Qingchen was doubting in his heart, the voice of Master Xuanzang slowly came from the halo.

"Donor, we're meeting again!" Master Xuanzang squinted at Qingchen and smiled.

"Mage, why are you here?" Qingchen asked suspiciously.

The mage's face was still kind, and he said, "Do you remember what the poor monk said to the benefactor? ”

"In that sea of suffering, I saw that I was destined for you, so I cast a spell to save you, but I didn't expect it to merge into your body with your dissipated energy. ”

"Qingchen, thank you Master for saving your life!" Qingchen said gratefully.

"Amitabha!" Master Xuanzang shook his head slightly, "It was the donor himself who saved himself." ”

"Why did the mage say that?" Qingchen asked.

Master Xuanzang said slightly: "The monks don't talk to you, the donor didn't talk to the poor monk before, so the poor monk decided to help you!"

Qingchen nodded slightly, walked to Master Xuanzang's footprint stone, and bowed respectfully.

"Mage doesn't know, the things placed on the top of this tower are an incomparably important part of my divine sword, and I am bound to get it!"

"Amitabha!" Master Xuanzang nodded slightly, "The poor monk's ability is also limited, and he can't interfere in this trial, so the donor should ask for more blessings for himself!"

Qingchen felt a little lost in his heart, he originally thought that he could make steady progress in the future, but he didn't expect that this was just the beginning.

Immediately, he put away his luck and decided to be down-to-earth and break through layer by layer. Thinking of this, he finally gathered his mood and stepped onto the steps that led to the second floor.

On the second floor, there are two huge statues of Bodhisattvas painted on the murals around them, which are for Manjushri Bodhisattva and Puxian Bodhisattva.

In the center, there is a statue of Shakyamuni Buddha, which is gilded all over its body, and there seems to be a Buddha light behind it.

"I am afraid that this second level of trial is related to this statue of Shakyamuni. Qingchen pondered.

But how do you start this trial? Do you have to find a switch to activate like the first layer?

Qingchen stretched out his hand and slowly approached the statue of Shakyamuni, but at a distance of half a meter, he was shot out by a burst of golden light.

At this time, the portraits of Manjushri and Puxian on the murals on both sides seemed to come to life, and their eyes shone with a faint golden light.

"How did the hairy boy dare to infringe on the majesty of the Buddha!"

Hearing this, Qingchen immediately arched his hand and said, "Xiao Dao didn't mean to offend, but he was just looking for this trial from the second layer to the third layer!"

"Huh?" The two images on the mural looked at each other, and then asked Qingchen, "You are the owner of the magic sword?"

"Magic Sword?" Qingchen looked at Xuntian behind him, "How can this sword be a magic sword?"

"Good, good!" Manjushri sighed in his image, "Xuntian is not a magic sword, it is only the actions of the previous master that gave it the name of this magic sword!"

Qingchen stretched out his hand and gently stroked the Heavenly Sword and said, "I will definitely correct your name! Don't worry, you are a well-deserved divine sword!"

"Boy, don't be a sycophant! It's imperative to get back my third gem soul first!" said the Heavenly Sword Spirit a little indifferently.

Qingchen nodded, looked at the two Bodhisattvas in front of him, and said respectfully, "Please also ask the two Bodhisattvas to show the path of trial!"

The two bodhisattvas nodded, stretched out their big hands and waved, and a string of golden words appeared in front of the Buddha statue in front of them.

"One flower is one world, one tree is one Bodhi. ”

Qingchen looked confused, he didn't have any research on Buddhism.

At this time, the two bodhisattvas spoke: "You only need to comprehend the true meaning of this Buddha's words, and the door to the third floor will naturally open." ”

After that, the images of the two bodhisattvas returned to the mural.

At this time, in front of Qingchen, a pu mat appeared out of thin air. He walked over and sat down cross-legged, folded his hands and closed his eyes slightly, and began to feel the feeling brought by the Buddha statue in front of him.

In a trance, he felt that his surroundings were unusually quiet, so quiet that he could hear the sound of a needle falling on the ground clearly.

A sea of beautiful flowers began to emerge in front of me, each one unique.

The scent of flowers fills the air, drifting around with the breeze.

Qingchen found that he was no longer wearing a white robe, but a gray linen dress like the one that Master Xuanzang was wearing before.

The heart walks in the flower field, the colorful butterflies fly, and the pollen rises with a little starlight, floating to the sky.

Qingchen carefully observed each flower, and with such a huge sea of flowers, no two flowers were the same.

Thinking about it, he nodded slightly, one flower and one world, it turned out to be this meaning. Each flower has its own story, just like us.

Everyone lives in the world and feels that the world exists only for themselves. So, from everyone's point of view, it's going to be a world like no other.

Qingchen spread his arms and slowly fell backwards, falling into a flower bed.

At this point, the light film leading from the second layer to the third layer begins to dissipate little by little.

Qingchen also slowly opened his eyes at this moment, and a wave of Buddha light bathed in his body, only to feel that the whole body was shaken, and it seemed that the impurities in his body were dispelled in an instant.

There seems to be some rewards after each layer of trials, Qingchen is overjoyed, and he is looking forward to the next trials more and more.

He immediately got up and walked up to the third floor.

The third layer is different from the previous two times, because this time I finally saw people.

An old white-eyed monk in a robe sat quietly in the center of the third floor, his eyes closed, but the slightly floating aura proved that he was not a dead man.

Qingchen walked up to him, saluted respectfully, and said, "This master, I don't know what this third-level trial should be?"

The white-eyed old monk's eyes slowly opened, and this opening of his eyes startled Qingchen, the old monk's eyes were only white.

"Don't be afraid, little donor, the old man is just blind. But the old man's heart is like a mirror, please sit down, little donor. ”

The old monk spoke, and a stone bench appeared behind Qingchen.

Qingchen nodded slightly and sat down on the stone bench behind him. The moment Qingchen sat up, a chessboard made of marble slowly rose from the ground in front of Qingchen.

"Although I can't see the old man, but I love this game of chess, and I ask the little donor to accompany the old man to play this game, and you can pass the third layer. The old monk grinned.

Qingchen frowned slightly and asked, "Win or lose?"

The old monk shook his head slightly and said, "Win or lose!"

Qingchen began to hesitate a little in his heart, this trial can't be so simple, there must be something strange in this. If it really doesn't matter if you win or lose, then it's nothing. If this old monk repents, it is impossible to win with Qingchen's technique.

"Is this true, master, don't joke with juniors!" Qingchen didn't make a move, and asked cautiously.

The old monk nodded and said, "Don't worry, the little donor, the monks don't speak, how can I make fun of you!"

"That's good!" Qingchen picked up a chess piece and put it on the chessboard, "Please also ask the master's subordinates to be merciful!

The old monk smiled slightly, stretched out his hand like a withered hand, and trembled slightly and picked up the chess pieces and put them on the chessboard.

"I don't know what the name of the little benefactor is?"

Qingchen smiled slightly: "Under Qingchen, from the green mountains of the East China Sea!"

"Qingchen, Qingshan!hehe, good name!" the old monk said with a slight smile.

"I haven't consulted the master yet..."

The old monk suddenly showed an evil smile on his face, and said in an extremely sharp voice: "I am talking in the lower law!"

After that, the old monk's white eyebrows slowly fell off, and the pupils that were originally all whites began to rotate from top to bottom, and a black eyeball appeared in the pupil.

"Whisper!" Qingchen immediately realized that something was wrong, and immediately got up and rushed back to the back.

The old monk had a hideous smile on the corner of his mouth, and he pulled out two machetes from under the marble chessboard with both hands, and in an instant, the chessboard exploded and the chess pieces flew sideways.

Qingchen also immediately drew out the Heaven Following Sword in the process of retreating, and suddenly the power of the four seasons was attached to the whole body, and a huge immortal qi burst out.

"Hahahaha!Little donor, you have to be careful!" the old monk brandished his double knives and slashed at Qingchen.

Qingchen's heart was already full of anger at this time, gathering the energy of his whole body and the hilt of the Heavenly Sword Follower, and the lotus pattern on the sword body began to slowly turn golden.

"You evil monk, see that I don't kill you!"

A golden light appeared on the blade, and a slight red mark flashed on Qingchen's chest.

Scold!

With the swing of Qingchen, the golden sword qi began to rage, and in this sword qi, there was also a slight red blood qi, giving people an extreme coercion.

The old monk struggled to resist with his swords, and he was not the opponent of this tyrannical sword qi at all.

"Die!"

Qingchen's eyes were red, and the Heaven Following Sword also began to tremble uncontrollably at this time.

Plop! Plop!

Qingchen remembered the sound of heartbeat in his ears, and leaned over to look, the white marble pendant on his chest exuded a faint blue light, purifying Qingchen's blood.

The old monk fell to his knees, and the two short knives had been smashed to pieces. He looked at Qingchen in horror, as if he saw a bottle of killing god.

"Magic Sword!