The golden scale ladder is 36,000 steps, far away, twists and turns, such as the Big Dipper, the dragon and snake go secretly.

The bluestone slabs on the stone steps are either smooth as mirrors, or uneven, and the branches of the trees on both sides of the stone steps are also the same as the bluestone steps, or sparse and sparse three or two branches come out on the side, or cover the sky and the sun, and the shade is full of the ground, or flat or convex, or light or dark, not very regular.

On the ladder, the round monk took the lead, walking through a thick shade of trees that shaded the sky and the sun.

The midday sun casts a faint shade through the shadows of the trees, and people walk under it, looking up at it, and their faces are green.

The round monk leaned on his broken Zen staff on the branch, stepped on the new pair of soft green cloth shoes, suddenly reached out, plucked a few green leaves from the branch, held them in his hand, and got ready.

When he walked out of this thick shade, the demons in front of him grew up a few points, and they opened their teeth and claws at him, hindered him from moving forward, cut off his fairy fate, and wanted him to look good.

The round monk withered his eyes and did not look at it, and a leaf that had been prepared in his hand was suddenly thrown out.

"Uhhh

The flower finger flying leaves hurt people, and the demons in the heart can also be broken.

The soft leaves, whirling and fluttering, looked powerless, but at the moment of contact with the inner demon, burst out with huge energy, just listen to the sound of "bang-" on the ground, the huge black shadow that overwhelmed the sky was immediately beaten into powder and dissipated in the air.

The round monk picked up the Zen staff, facing the fragment of the heart demon that turned into a black streamer, his face did not change, and he continued to move forward.

It seems that he is still the smart and unrestrained strange monk half a year ago.

It hasn't changed.

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The little monk of Yuanming under the mountain saw that his senior brother was like a bamboo all the way and came to the front, and he was happy for him.

He said to the old monk Huijing, who was sitting dryly: "Master, Master, don't meditate, Senior Brother Yuanzhi is so powerful, he has gradually caught up, and now he is at the forefront." ”

The old monk Huijing closed his eyes and went to meditation, but he was shaken by his little apprentice, and his clothes were about to be torn.

He had to open his eyes and look at the giant curtain in the sky.

On the giant screen, the round monk really took the lead and walked in front of everyone.

The people around praised the round monk and the profound heritage of the Great Compassion Temple.

"The round Zen master is worthy of being able to climb the ladder half a year ago to reach the top of the figure, today's view, sure enough, the magic is smart, worthy of being the only one in the young generation to learn the flower finger of the character, a finger and a leaf, broken heart demons, is really a good means. ”

"Yes, I thought that what was written on "Exploration of Martial Arts" was just something deliberately exaggerated and exaggerated, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today, and it was not half false, and even more than that, I really had to accept it! ”

"These four major schools, after all, is still the profound heritage of the Great Compassion Temple, the golden scale test in the past few decades, to the end, are the disciples of the Great Compassion Temple, although the first few times unfortunately failed to reach the top, but this golden scale test, it can be regarded as a bitter and sweet, thick accumulation. I'm afraid that there is another person in the Great Compassion Temple who is about to enter the Immortal Court. ”

"This is the demeanor that the head of the four major sects of my Wu Dynasty should have!"

“......”

The old monk Huijing listened to the praise of the people around him, but he frowned.

He was not used to listening to these compliments, but he was also worried about the roundness on the giant screen.

The little monk Yuanming saw that something was wrong with his master's expression, and said, "Master, master, why are you unhappy?"

The old monk Huijing said: "Yuanming, we people, we can't listen to such words, we have to wash our ears if we hear too much, otherwise our hearts will be messed up." ”

"But Master, they're praising us!"

The little monk of Yuanming didn't understand, he used to be just a little beggar in Yunzhou City, except that he had no money, he didn't have knowledge, and the master told him big truths every day, which made him very depressed.

He scratched his head and pouted.

The old monk Huijing saw his puzzlement and said, "It is precisely because we are praising us that we have to wash our ears, and if they scold us, we should listen, and the more we listen, the better." ”

"Why? Master, aren't you upset when you're scolded? When I was a beggar, I hated people calling me a wild seed that no one wanted, and when I heard this, I wanted to beat that person. Am I not beating him when I hear this, but I want to thank him?"

"Yuan Ming, it's right for you to beat him, because he shouldn't scold you for being a wild seed. The old monk Huijing said: "However, you should understand that he said those ugly words, which can make you understand the dangers of the world, can let you see the evil of people's hearts, and can make you stay away from people like them in the future. ”

"You have to thank him for giving you something, not for the evil of his heart. A wicked man like him is going to hell with his tongue plucked. But he can get you to the other side of the bitter sea, you know?"

"Good...... I seem to understand a little, Master. ”

Although the little monk of Yuanming heard the clouds and mountains and fog, he finally understood a general idea.

He likes to connect the great truths that the old monk Huijing said with his previous experience.

In the past, when he was a beggar in Yunzhou City, he often went to the door of the brothel to ask for some rewards, and when the turtle at the door saw it, he would drive them away with a broom, and sometimes chase them for a few streets, insisting on catching them and beating them up.

In order not to be caught by the turtle father, he could only use his strength to eat milk and run desperately. Gradually, his weak body became much stronger, and he was able to run long distances.

Once, when he met the traffickers who had come to captive them, he knew that they were going to take them and cut off their hands and feet and gouge out their eyes, so that people might pity their beggars, so that they would be willing to pay for them, so that they could get the money they had begged for their pleasure.

The little monk Yuanming was frightened, he ran forward desperately, kept running, and in the end, he actually got rid of the two traffickers who came to kidnap people.

He thinks about it now, if it weren't for the evil that Gui Gong did to him at the beginning, drove him away with a broom, and drove him out of a body that could run two miles in one run, he might not have the strength to run past those two traffickers, then his end would most likely be cut off his hands and feet, put in a tank, and made a human being, pitiful and payable.

The little monk Yuanming shuddered when he thought about it, and he was also a little more impressed by what his master said.

"Master, what about those who praise us, they are not good people?"

"Of course not, they're all the best people. Old monk Huijing shook his head and said.

"Then why do we wash our ears?"

"Because of practice. Cultivation is like sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, listen to a lot of praise, and know that their words come from the bottom of their hearts, but because of this, they will unconsciously indulge in it, be proud, and then unable to extricate themselves, it is difficult to make an inch of progress in this life, and even regress, and finally disappear from everyone. ”

The old monk Huijing had a kind face, and said softly to the little monk of Yuanming: "Therefore, we must wash our ears and cultivate our bodies diligently, not only to disappoint those who praise us, but also to prevent ourselves from being wasted, understand?"

"I understand a little bit this time. ”

When the little monk Yuanming was in Yunzhou City, there was nothing around him that could be connected with this truth, so he didn't understand it very well.

After all, he was just a lowly beggar, and no one would praise him.

The old monk Huijing knew that if he told him too many big truths at once, his little head would not be able to stand it, so he no longer chatted with him, but looked at the huge curtain in the sky.

On the giant screen, the round monk still snapped his fingers to break the demons, and he broke and broken, and he broke and walked.

From an outsider's point of view, he walked without hindrance.

But the worried look on the face of the old monk Huijing was getting deeper and deeper, and his brows had been twisted into the word "Chuan".

"Master, isn't it good for Senior Brother Yuanzhi to do this?" said the little monk Yuanming.

"It's not good, it's bad. ”

The old monk Huijing clenched his fists, he knew that the round shape was about to be unable to hold on!

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