The round monk looked at the top of the Golden Scale Mountain.

On the top of the mountain, the Yuntao Immortal and the Xianyao Fairy stand in the void, high above, not touching the half of the dust of the mortal world.

There, the round monk once ascended, saw the beautiful scenery on the top of the mountain, and also saw the heaven and earth under the mountain like mustard like grains, everything is small.

Now, there is a stone that can be used to comprehend the immortal law, and there is a road to becoming an immortal that can lead to the heavens. The round monk gave up everything, let go of the red world, let go of this heart throbbing, just to pursue the path of immortality, he had no reason not to climb up, taste what he wanted.

However, the checkpoints that were once easy to pass are now a thousand times more difficult for him for some reason.

His uninhibited and easy-to-use fingers are no longer so easy, and every time, every finger, it takes him countless mental energy.

He knows his changes, but he can't do anything about it.

Half a year ago, when he was in Yanyu Building, he told Yuan Xueyi that he just learned what to do in a daze, and this thing was not to fool him, it was true.

Maybe it's the fortune of the previous life, maybe it's the wisdom of this life, it's luck. But now, this bit of aura on his body has already returned with the sound of "It's better to go back" in Qingfeng Town.

When he left the red dust of the world recklessly, he also left that bit of aura.

He no longer dared to say anything like "there are a lot of delicacies in the red dust, the beauties are extremely beautiful, and I can't wait to return them to the vulgar on the spot", and now, he, a former unruly monk, even if he thinks more, his heart will be confused, let alone say it.

He kept his mouth shut, guarding himself more than he was about Sichuan.

And the long golden scale ladder, now it seems, is really far away.

When he looked up, he could see the top of the mountain, but he couldn't reach the end.

There are thousands of people in the world, and all of them will cross the sea of suffering to the other side. Some people are born in a boat and can reach it without waste, while some people have nothing but wading into the water and swimming forward desperately, but in the end, most of them are floating in the weak waters of the bitter sea and re-entering the cycle of reincarnation.

The round monk was originally sitting on the boat, and he was the "man with the boat", who was luckier than thousands of people in the world. It's just that when he entered the red dust to temper the Dao Heart, the Dao Heart was not cultivated, but the ship under him was scuttled through.

The waters of the bitter sea came in and drowned his ship. Now, like thousands of people in the world, he has to cross the sea of suffering with his own flesh and blood in order to seek the other side.

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Two-thirds of the way through the Golden Scale Ladder.

The round monk walked at the forefront, followed by the pursuers.

When he walked here half a year ago, he was not sleepy, nor tired, but a breath of "qi" that filled his heart, and he relied on this "qi" to go down in one go, and finally, he climbed to the top of the golden scale mountain in the starry night, and saw the "small" of the world for the first time.

But now, he's tired.

Every step he took left him tired and miserable.

He had never been able to understand why his face was so painful when he climbed the ladder to the sky, but now, he could understand that it was indeed painful, every step seemed to be walking on the tip of a knife, and with every step, the knife cut through the skin on his feet, making himself bloody.

"Whew-"

In front of the round monk, another huge demon appeared.

He reached out and tore off a few green leaves from a nearby tree, holding a few of them in the palm of his hand, sandwiching one of them between his index and middle fingers.

With a slight movement between his fingers, the green leaves flew out and smashed on the dark shadow of the demon in his heart.

It's just that this time, it only beat the heart demon to the ground, but it couldn't beat it into powder, it was still blocking in front of the round monk, blocking him.

The round monk sandwiched a green leaf in his palm between his hands and threw it out.

After the green leaves flew out of half a meter, they were disturbed by the wind and lost their strength, like dead leaves in the wind, scattered with the wind, swirling quickly, and slowly fell to the ground, not even touching the corner of the clothes of the black shadow of the heart demon.

This is the first time that a round monk has missed today.

The round monk's hand was obviously stagnant, a little surprised, but after all, he didn't mess up, he threw a green leaf out again, this time, the crumbling black shadow was finally shattered by the green leaf, turned into a black streamer, and dissipated in front of his eyes.

He was able to move forward again.

It's just that the first miss is like the fall of the first domino.

What followed was a series of mistakes.

When he faced the Demon Shadow again, he used five green leaves, the next Demon Shadow, he used ten, and the next Demon Shadow, and he used a hundred green leaves.

He stood there, almost brushing the leaves off the branches, and barely got through.

His speed slowed down rapidly, and later, it could be said that he could not move an inch.

The Golden Scale Test continued, and the first one to surpass him was Yuan Xueyi.

He was as proud as ever, he was more confident than half a year ago, and the cool breeze from the folding fan in his hand was also more violent, and the black shadow of the demon in his heart was like a wisp of green smoke in front of him, lingering away, leaving nothing.

When he overtook him, he looked at him deeply, his eyes were full of puzzlement, he didn't understand, how did the round monk who had been difficult for him to reach half a year ago have fallen to this step now? Or is it because he has improved?

The second one who surpassed the round monk was the thoughtless son of the Qingyun Sect.

He has rough clothes and thick trousers, not like a golden-scaled lifter, but like a mountaineer in this golden-scaled mountain. He didn't walk as fast as Yuan Xueyi, but he walked steadier than him, steady and steady, and his pace was always that rhythm, as regular as his breathing.

The eyes in his eyes when he looked at the round monk were much more meaningful than Yuan Xueyi. It's the kind of regret that I didn't expect, but I couldn't bear to see. Wu Sizi has been envious of these talented geniuses since he was a child, but because of this, he can't bear to see those geniuses only passing through the air for a short period of time, and they will be lost to everyone. He wanted to surpass them, but he didn't want to surpass them who had fallen.

The third one that surpassed the round monk was the golden scales in the Yanyu Lake.

It is like a nimble heaven and earth spirit, swimming past the round monk, and then escaping and swimming away.

It looked at the round monk's eyes strangely, confused and unfamiliar, but for some reason with a hint of familiarity, a bit of déjà vu.

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Beside the round monk, people walked over one after another.

The sky is getting dark, the trees are dark, and the tired birds are returning to their nests.

From noon to sunset, the people who could walk through the 24,000 steps of the Golden Scale Ladder walked past the round monk.

And the round monk stopped at that step and could no longer move forward.

Except for those Golden Scale Lifters who couldn't cross the barrier halfway up the mountain, he had fallen from first place to last place.

At this moment, if he hadn't been supported by a branch Zen staff, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to stand steadily.

The dark shadow of the demon on his head is getting bigger and bigger, as if it wants to devour him, as if it wants to cover the sky and the moon.

It was the heaviest and most difficult demon in his heart.

Another green leaf flew out of the round monk's hand with a flower finger, but this green leaf was once again easily blocked by the black mist spit out by the black shadow of the inner demon, and it was difficult to hurt its body in the slightest.

The black mist kept changing its appearance, sometimes faint and sometimes thick, like clouds and mist, as if it was mocking him.

The tree next to the round monk's hand was originally leafy, but now it has been bare by him, and there are not even young leaves that have just been pulled out of the branches.

At his hand, there is nothing to grasp.

At the foot of the mountain, the old monk Huijing looked at the embarrassed roundness on the ladder, and the brows twisted into the word "Chuan" had become three deep red marks because they could not be stretched out for a long time.

He stood up because he couldn't sit still anymore.

The little monk of Yuanming stood at the feet of the old monk Huijing, like a small tree, leaning on a big tree.

"Master, what's the matter, senior brother?" said the little monk Yuanming.

"Yuan Ming, you senior brother Yuanzhi, trapped by your own demons. The old monk Huijing replied.

"What then? It's been an afternoon. ”

"I can only ...... He had to come out on his own. Old Monk Huijing shook his head.

Hongchen is the most bitter, Hongchen is the most abrasive, as a person who has come over, how can he not know?

"That'...... How long will it take to get out of that?"

"Maybe it's a moment, maybe it's decades, maybe it's a lifetime. ”

After the old monk Huijing finished speaking, he closed his eyes and pronounced a Buddha call for the round monk on the ladder.

If the heart is sincere, maybe the Buddha will be able to hear it.

The Buddha is compassionate, perhaps, he will cross this little novice who has lost the direction of his life.

It's just that the round monk on the ladder no longer thinks about the Buddha in his heart.

He threw out the branch that supported him and threw it into the dark shadow of the demon in front of him, pointed to the black shadow of the demon in front of him, pointed to the sky high and far away, and asked, "Buddha, why is Hongchen so bitter!"

His eyes were already red, and his face was no longer the uninhibited and free expression he used to have, nor was he the monk of the Great Compassion Temple who had been serious recently, but suddenly became crazy, angry, and like a person who "had nothing".

"I followed the path you taught me, but why, my heart hurts so much later!"

"Why, the way you let me go, is it like this!"

"Why, I can't, kill you!"

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