The little monk of Yuanming pulled the sleeve of the old monk Huijing and looked at the giant screen in the night sky in a daze.

That faint bit of blue light turned into a streamer in the palm of the round monk, and eventually, the streamer dissolved into invisibility and was completely extinguished.

It's like a firefly dying.

The old monk Huijing closed his eyes, folded his hands, and recited "Amitabha" for the disappearance of the blue light, reciting it to the Buddha in his heart, and also to the girl Axiu who no longer existed in the world.

The little monk of Yuanming didn't understand what great compassion was, but he also followed his heart and followed his master, and also recited it.

"Amitabha. ”

He didn't think that one sentence was enough, so he recited it a few more times in his mouth, and he only wished that his sister would be happy in her next life, and in the next life, and in many lives after that, she would no longer be a miserable person, but a good person who would be peaceful and wealthy.

He felt that if he recited it a few more times, the Buddha would be able to hear.

"Yuanming, let's go!"

After the old monk Huijing recited the "Amitabha", he said to the little monk Yuanming.

"Master, aren't we waiting for Senior Brother Yuanzhi?"

The little monk Yuanming listened to the words of the old monk Huijing, but he looked up at the direction of the ladder, and Senior Brother Yuanzhi was still there! They should have waited for him, and they should not have left him and left.

Old Monk Huijing shook his head and said, "Yuanming, we don't have to wait, he won't go back with us." In the future, he will enter many doors in the world, and he can go to any of them, but he will not step into the gate of our Great Compassion Temple again. From today on, he is no longer a disciple of my Great Compassion Temple. ”

The old monk Huijing followed the gaze of the little monk of Yuanming, and also looked at the ladder of the Golden Scale Mountain.

The dense trees covered the path to immortality, and the night painted it with a heavy black, and the noise of people around it concealed the faint voices of people on the ladder.

I don't see anyone in the mountains, and I can't see each other again.

Then, let's just assume that he has never taken refuge in the Temple of Great Compassion!

The little novice who sat quietly in front of the Buddha, the crybaby who broke the blisters on the soles of his feet because of carrying water, the naughty boy who loved to play tricks on the master, and the wonderful monk who broke through the Bronze Man Alley with high spirits, as if he had never been well.

"Yuanming, our Great Compassion Temple has nothing to do with him, and we don't owe each other. ”

The old monk Huijing turned around and no longer looked at the Golden Scale Mountain Ladder.

"Master, do you think Senior Brother Yuanzhi has lost the face of our Great Compassion Temple, so don't you want him?"

The little monk of Yuanming scratched his head, his heart was sour, he felt sorry for Senior Brother Yuanzhi, and he felt pity for him.

Now he not only has no cultivation, but also no favorite person, and even no teacher.

If he was a beggar on the street in Yunzhou City, without those heads and heads, and without any skills, it is estimated that he would only starve to death.

The old monk Huijing shook his head and said: "Yuanming, our Great Compassion Temple will never abandon any disciple for any reason, the reason why the master said that he has nothing to do with the Great Compassion Temple and does not owe each other is because your senior brother Yuanzhi is unwilling to forgive the Great Compassion Temple because of the woman's death, but the Great Compassion Temple has raised him for many years, and he does not want to blame the Great Compassion Temple." ”

Therefore, in his heart, the merits and demerits are offset by each other, and there is no arrears, and the Great Compassion Temple does not owe him, and he no longer owes the Great Compassion Temple anything. From now on, he is just himself, no longer the first disciple of the Great Compassion Temple, and there is no need to return to the empty cicada mountain. ”

"It was he who abandoned our Great Compassion Temple, not us! ”

What the old monk Huijing said made the little monk Yuanming feel a little heavy.

Is it Senior Brother Yuanzhi who abandoned them in the Temple of Great Compassion?!

"Master, one day, Senior Brother Yuanzhi will figure things out, and when the time comes, he will definitely come back. ”

In the view of the little monk Yuanming, the senior brother of Yuanzhi is just "playing petty" with the Great Compassion Temple, and one day, he will regret what he did today, and when the time comes, he will definitely return to the Great Compassion Temple and recite the scriptures and practice penance with them.

The old monk Huijing listened to the words of the little monk Yuanming, but shook his head with a smile.

He didn't say that he was too young to understand anything, nor did he tell him those big truths, he just didn't say anything.

He glanced at the Yanyu City under the mountain, picked up his Zen staff, stepped on the pair of broken straw shoes with exposed fingers, took a step, and went down the mountain.

Behind him, there is the golden scale test that is in the white-hot stage, and who will reach the top and who will drink and hate will be revealed soon.

But the old monk Huijing didn't care, or he actually had the answer in his heart.

He walked away without looking back.

And the little monk of Yuanming is a child's heart, he is not willing to be the round senior brother on the ladder, nor is he reluctant to try the golden scales to ascend to immortal at this critical moment, he glanced at the giant screen in the sky a few times, and wanted to know the answer at this moment.

However, the old monk Huijing had already gone far away, and he had no choice but to keep up with the pace of the old monk Huijing and leave the Golden Scale Mountain.

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Once out of the Golden Scale Mountain, you can no longer see the mirage-like sky giant screen, which is the immortal law of the immortals of the Immortal Garden, and the people outside the mountain will only see a black expanse when they look at the sky.

Without that huge screen, the little monk of Yuanming naturally had no way of knowing the results of the Golden Scale Test, and couldn't help but be a little anxious.

"Master, Master, Senior Brother Yuanzhi is climbing up the mountain now, is it still too late? Can you catch up?"

The old monk Huijing and the little monk Yuanming walked on the streets of the rainy city, facing the bright moon, walking side by side.

The moonlight stretched the figures of the two of them very long, both of them were monks without hair, and the top of their bare heads, under the reflection of the moonlight, the figures of the two were like two sticks.

The old monk "Big Stick" Huijing replied to the "Little Stick" Yuan Ming little monk: "Yuan Ming, your Yuan Zhi senior brother will not go to the Golden Scale Ladder again, he may have to take another path." ”

"Don't go up the ladder, why?"

Because this golden-scaled ladder is the cause of all the evil consequences and the end of all the disasters today, he doesn't want to go anymore, for fear of dirtying his green cloth shoes. ”

"Oh. ”

The little monk nodded as if he didn't understand, but then asked, "Then Master, what kind of 'road' is the senior brother you are talking about, what kind of 'road'?"

"His way is the way of an epiphany, the way of 'becoming a Buddha on the ground.'" ”

"Become a Buddha on the spot?!"

The little monk Yuanming listened to these four words, and only knew the general meaning, but he couldn't fully understand the meaning of the old monk Huijing's words.

This sounded contradictory to him.

All the way from Yunzhou City, the old monk Huijing has always warned him that if he wants to become a Buddha, he needs to practice asceticism all his life, and accumulate good causes and good results little by little, so that he can make progress and become enlightened.

And now, he told him that in this world, there is a path of "once having an epiphany and becoming a Buddha on the ground", which made him very dizzy, and he didn't know which path the master said was right?

"Master, which way should I go?"

"Yuanming, your own way, you can only choose yourself. I preach you to the path of asceticism because I will only practice the path of asceticism, and if you feel that this path will not work in the future, you can also try to take other paths, and what path you take can only be decided by yourself, understand?"

"I ...... I see, Master. ”

The little monk of Yuanming unconsciously remembered the crazy and angry appearance of the round senior brother on the golden scale ladder, but he was a little confused for a while.

If you practice asceticism and penance, will you follow in the footsteps of Senior Brother Yuanzhi in the future?

Or will he become like Master, who is used to seeing all kinds of joys and sorrows in the world, and loves to talk about great truths when he has nothing to do?

The road ahead, he thought about it with a little brain, and he was very confused.

So, instead of thinking about the future, he focused on the present.

Now, on the golden scale ladder, it is almost time to divide the winner and decide the winner.

Is there one person who is otherworldly and dominates, or is there a genius who blooms a few flowers, or just like in the past, no one can climb to the top of the Golden Scale Mountain, and no one can get the fairy fate of the fairy court.

It's all possible.

The golden scale test is too unpredictable, even if it is an immortal on the top of the mountain, there are times when he looks away, let alone the little monk of Yuanming, a stinky boy who has not dried up.

The little monk of Yuanming didn't understand and was about to ask, so he pulled the sleeve of the old monk Huijing and said, "Master, master, you say, which of them will climb to the top of the Golden Scale Mountain! Is it the thoughtless son of the Qingyun Sect? Or the Yuan Xueyi of the Jixia School Palace?"

The old monk Huijing stretched out his hand, touched the little head of the little monk Yuanming under his waist, and said: "I can't be sure about the others, but Lin Xiuran of the Ningtang Lin family should be able to walk up, perhaps, he will come from behind and become the first person to climb the top of the Golden Scale Mountain in this Golden Scale Test." ”

"Master, who is he?"

"Perhaps, he was originally an immortal!"

The old monk Huijing shook his head and said, "Yuan Ming, you can't learn from a person like him, and what you should learn most now is the way of ascetic cultivation for the teacher." ”

"Well, I see, Master, I used to be a beggar, and the last thing I was afraid of was hardship. ”

"Okay, then now, let's walk all the time to the empty cicada mountain, Yuanming, you must not fall, the teacher will not support you. ”

"I ...... I see, Master. ”

The little monk was a little hesitant, but after all, he nodded heavily and followed closely at the master's feet.

On the other side, on the ladder of Golden Scale Mountain, Lin Xiuran was climbing up at an extremely fast speed.

Everyone watching from the sidelines was only stunned.

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