The winter solstice is quietly coming, and in a blink of an eye, Qingchen has settled down in Chang'an City for a month.

On this day, Qingyan sewed a thick dress for Qingchen by himself, and prepared to let Qingchen take it with him when he went to the Wutai Mountain Conference, because the winter in the north was unusually dry and cold.

Qingchen has not been idle this month, and has dealt with more than ten large and small supernatural incidents in Chang'an City, and he has become famous in the local area.

On this day, a little monk dressed in yellow walked into Qingchen's workshop.

Xian'er and Yingying are usually sent to greet guests, but this is the first time they have met a monk.

"I don't know if the little master is here to break the fast, if it is to break the fast, then I have to wait for a while, the rice in the kitchen has not yet been steamed!" Yingying looked at the little monk and said respectfully.

The little monk shook his head slightly, saluted Yingying, and said: "The donor has misunderstood, the little monk came this time to be ordered by the abbot of the temple, and he came to invite the male master here to go and talk about it." ”

"What are you looking for Brother Qingchen, is there still a monster in the temple for him to catch?" said Xian'er vigilantly to the little monk.

The little monk said with a blank face: "The little monk doesn't know what the abbot is looking for a male donor, the little monk is just a messenger, and I ask the female donor not to embarrass the little monk!"

"Do you think that my brother Qingchen can be seen by any cat or dog!" Go back and tell your abbot that you want to find Brother Qingchen to come by himself!" Xian'er seemed to have suffered a lot of grievances, and said with grievances for Qingchen.

The little monk was put in danger by this unruly fairy, and fine sweat particles were exposed on his forehead, but his body was still standing steadily.

"Xian'er, don't be rude!" At this time, Qingchen slowly walked over from the back of the house.

"May I ask which temple the little master is from?" Qingchen asked respectfully.

The little monk saluted Qingchen and said slowly: "The little monk is the thirty-seventh generation disciple of the abbot of the Great Grace Temple under the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in Chang'an, and his Dharma name is Xie Yuan. ”

"Xie Yuan, this law name still has a lot of meaning!" Qingchen joked to the little monk.

"The so-called solution, the red dust is rolling, everything is the fate, and the little monk is just to find a solution. The little monk smiled and explained to Qingchen.

Qingchen nodded slightly, and said to the little monk with a smile: "I am still bothering the little master to lead the way, Qingchen must humbly ask for advice." ”

The little monk nodded slightly, paced out of the workshop, and Qingchen also walked out with him.

Xian'er looked at Qingchen worriedly, wanting to say something, but was stopped by Qingchen's movement.

I saw him put his index finger in front of his lips and motioned to Xian'er not to make a sound. Then he patted his chest and nodded, and Xian'er also understood, and slowly nodded in response.

"Will there be any trouble for my uncle to follow?" Yingying watched Qingchen and Xian'er play dumb riddles, and asked anxiously and softly to Xian'er.

Xian'er looked at Qingchen's distant figure, and said with a smile: "It's okay, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda is the land of Buddhism, and Brother Qingchen is definitely not in any danger." Just now, Brother Qingchen asked me to put my heart in my stomach and believe him, it's okay!"

"What's okay! If something really happens, Miss will definitely blame us if she knows that we didn't stop my uncle!"

"It's okay! put a hundred hearts, I'll take care of something!" said Xian'er confidently, patting Yingying's back.

Yingying sighed and walked back to the back room. On the other side, Qingchen followed the little monk Xie Yuan all the way, and it was almost noon before he arrived at the Great Ci'en Temple.

Behind the Great Grace Temple, stands an ivory-white tower with seven floors and a stone gate underneath.

"Donor, the Great Mercy and Grace Temple has arrived, wait for the little monk to go in first and report it" The little monk stopped in front of the temple, arched his hand at Qingchen, and said.

Qingchen nodded slightly, and said, "The little master of the solution is tired!"

The little monk did not respond, silently walked into the temple, and took the gate with him.

Qingchen wondered at this time, didn't you invite me here, why did you turn me away again!

But it's all here, and there's no reason to go back, so I'll just wait here for a while. Thinking about it, Qingchen found a stone staircase and sat down.

At this time, the Heaven Following Sword behind him began to tremble slightly, as if it was in Yanling Tianning Temple.

Sure enough, as Qingchen expected, this Great Temple of Mercy and Grace is where the soul of the third gem of the Heavenly Sword is located.

But in order to obtain the soul of the gem, you must go through its trial, is it now that the trial has begun?

Thinking of this, Qingchen slowly got up and tried to push open the door of the Great Mercy and Grace Temple. But just as he was about to touch the door, it opened as if unconsciously.

At this time, a calm voice came from the main hall of the temple.

"The donor has been waiting for a long time, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda trial has been prepared, and what you want is in the treasure box on the top floor!"

Qingchen was slightly stunned when he heard this voice, and felt that the blood in his body was tumbling violently, and he felt that it might burst at any time.

The master behind this voice must be a monk with high mana, and he can even be compared to Qingchen's master Mu Li.

Qingchen nodded slightly, made a heavy salute, and said, "Xiaodao understands, let's go!"

With that, Qingchen slowly got up and walked towards the Great Ci'an Temple.

The Big Wild Goose Pagoda is located behind the Great Ci'an Temple, and there is a stone gate on the pedestal, and the stone door is carved with exquisite patterns and patterns, as if left by the previous dynasty.

Qingchen slowly walked into the first stone door, and the surroundings were empty, except for some handwriting on the walls.

Qingchen began to skim at the handwriting on the wall, and after a general understanding, he found that the record on the wall was a glorious life of a mage named Xuanzang, who traveled to Tianzhu and preached Buddhism.

"It seems that this first layer only records the life of this mage and the origin of this wild goose pagoda," Qingchen said to himself, looking around.

But is the so-called trial really that simple? Is it really just for you to understand the experience of Master Xuanzang?

That's certainly not the case.

When Qingchen reached the top of the stairs, he already understood. There is a yellowish film of light at the staircase leading to the upper floor, and it is clear that this level is more than just looking at the four walls.

At this time, Qingchen found that at the east side of the tower on the road, there was a "Xuanzang take the footsteps of the scriptures" lying flat. The patterns engraved on it are vivid and vivid, which makes people feel the hardships of Master Xuanzang at once.

Qingchen stretched out his right hand and slowly approached the stone. The moment his fingertips touched the stone surface slightly, an extremely dazzling light emanated from the stone, piercing Qingchen's eyes at all.

But Qingchen didn't feel any trouble, but was extremely excited in his heart. Because of the appearance of this dazzling light, it was shown that his prediction was correct, and he found a way to leave the first layer.

But the moment Qingchen opened his eyes, the whole person was dumbfounded. Everything in front of me is no longer the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, but a vast and boundless Gobi Desert.

And not far from him, several people led a few camels and walked with difficulty.

Qingchen was not stupid, and suddenly realized that he had entered the illusion set by the Big Wild Goose Pagoda.

And the few people in front of me, I believe that they can know without guessing, they must be Master Xuanzang and others.

Qingchen trotted to catch up with a few people in front of him. One of them, wearing a mage hat and a tattered robe, must be Master Xuanzang.

But a few people next to this... There is no record on the four walls just now.

"May I ask if it's Master Xuanzang?" asked Qingchen as he walked to the man in his robe.

The man was stunned for a moment, then turned his head suddenly, as if he had seen a long-lost relative, and looked at Qingchen with teary eyes.

"Central Plains people?"

Qingchen thought for a while and said, "Yes, I am from the Central Plains, but I am not from the Tang Dynasty. I came from the Great Song Dynasty hundreds of years later. ”

"Hundreds of years from now?" Master Xuanzang's weather-beaten face looked extremely tragic under the scorching sun. "Is there really a way to go back in time?"

"It's not a way to turn back the clock. Qingchen shook his head slightly, "Master Xuanzang, in fact, you have passed away, and now you are just a wisp of will left in the footprint stone of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda." ”

"Big Wild Goose Pagoda?" Master Xuanzang looked at the few people beside him, "What kind of place is that?"

The few people who accompanied him shook their heads, as if they had never heard of this place.

Qingchen sighed and said, "That's the temple Yan Pagoda built for you by later generations, and I'm going to go to the top of this tower now to get something that belongs to me, and ask the mage to show me a clear way!"

"Amitabha!" Master Xuanzang raised his palm, "If the donor can cross this desert, he can get out of the illusion!"

"Remember! There is naturally truth in the Dharma, and please ask the donor to enlighten it himself!"

After that, a gust of wind and sand blew, and the surrounding Master Xuanzang and others had disappeared.

Qingchen sighed slightly and said, "I knew that this trial was definitely not so simple. ”

"When will this end!" Qingchen looked at the endless desert in front of him, and remembered the spirit of Master Xuanzang's hard work recorded on the footprint stone, gritted his teeth, and walked straight forward.

The scorching sun and the fierce wind and sand made the whole desert like a hell on earth.

Qingchen wiped the beads of sweat from his face, licked his chapped lips, looked at the unreachable end in front of him, and fell to his knees heavily.

He had been walking in this desert for three days and three nights, and Ren had such a profound cultivation foundation, and he finally couldn't hold on.

"Could it be that this third gem soul really has nothing to do with me?" Qingchen couldn't help but think in his heart, he wanted to fight again, but his tired body made him have no strength to stand up again.

At this moment, Master Xuanzang's words came from the wind again. "It's all about fate. There is truth in the Dharma!"

Qingchen suddenly opened his mouth and began to laugh out loud.

"Hahahaha, this third gem soul is really difficult!"

I saw him get up with difficulty, and with the last bit of strength, he flipped his body over and fell on the desert.

Suddenly, the surrounding wind and sand will immediately stop, the scorching sun will dim, and everything will be calm. Immediately, in a trance, the surroundings were restored to the appearance of the first floor of the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and a rich energy filled Qingchen's body.

In the stairwell, the pale yellow light film slowly disappeared, Qingchen touched the sweat on his head, and smiled helplessly.

"What a bitter sea is boundless, turn back to the shore!"