I'm really a decent cultivator

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As Zen Master Faqing forged a series of complicated seal formulas, a vision opened in the forest of ancestral steles.

The scriptures of many generations.

The contestants who sat cross-legged in this ancient forest of steles suddenly heard the mysterious chanting sound in their ears.Traveling through endless time and space, so close yet so far away.

Close your eyes, as if you can see eminent monks with unimaginable cultivation, engraving their realms on the hard stone stroke by stroke.Since then, stones have turned into gold.

Strangely, the scriptures in the forest of steles sound like thunder.Outside the forest of steles, there was no sound.

Because, in fact, these scriptures are just some residual thoughts, and the voice they heard was directly poured into the soul.

The outside world can't perceive it at all.

Ever since the first verse was uttered, there were cold sweats on the foreheads of the contestants.

The spiritual coercion brought by this kind of scriptures... is absolutely unimaginable for ordinary people.Ordinary people would vomit and faint immediately after hearing even one syllable.

Many monks sit cross-legged, trying to stabilize themselves by relying on samadhi.But the more you close your eyes, the clearer the scriptures echo in your mind.In an instant, a phantom appeared!
"Hua Qiluo is my wife! Hua Qiluo is my wife!"

But after a while, a contestant stood up and yelled something indiscriminately.

Zen Master Faqing outside the Forest of Steles frowned, swung his sleeves, and a gust of wind lifted the man out.

"I couldn't hold on for a while, and fell into an illusion." Zen Master Faqing shook his head.

He looked around with a pair of bright eyes, most of the contestants in the forest of steles were still meditating quietly.

Only three or two started to move, gradually dancing, showing signs of being eliminated at any time.

And the contestant who was a monk was also among them.

Zen Master Faqing nodded in satisfaction.It's a good thing he was eliminated.The Buddha's Fate Meeting in Bailong Temple can't let the monks go to the end.

Qing Chen was indeed frowning at this moment, looking around.

This level was actually more difficult than he imagined.

The difficulty lies in...

"Why can't I hear a sound?"

Qing Chen looked at the frowning, gritted teeth, sweating, roaring...all kinds of expressions that seemed to be wearing masks of pain.

And I looked like the only student who didn't wear headphones in the listening test.

Can't help it.

lost in thought.

is my problem?
Or...they have a problem?

Qing Chen felt a little unconfident for a moment.

"The sound of scriptures in the Forest of Ancestral Steles will not only increase in intensity as fewer people undertake it, but also increase in intensity over time."

At the auditorium, Zen Master Yishen explained.

The old monk next to him also echoed: "The first vision is the scriptures of the past generations, and the second vision is the supreme thunder sound. When I participated in that year, I was fortunate enough to hear that supreme thunder sound, which was like enlightenment. Unforgettable forever."

"That thunder sound... only one sound?"

"..." Zen Master Sankong was silent for a while, and then said: "Because I just fainted after listening to it."

"Hehe, it's really a blessing for Buddhist disciples to hear the supreme thunder sound." Zen Master Yishen said lightly, "It's really not good for me to participate in that session. I won the first place before the picture of the kingdom of heaven appeared. Sigh. , This life is a great pity."

A monk behind him glanced sideways at the master, and said to himself, can't you open up if you want to pretend?

Zen Master Sankong said again: "According to legend, above the supreme thunder sound, there is a picture of a higher heaven. I don't know if I can see the vision of the Buddha kingdom thousands of years ago."

Zen master Yishen sighed slightly: "You can meet but you can't ask for it."

"Can't ask for it?"

The little monk behind him looked at Qing Chen who was sitting quietly in a forest of steles with his eyes open and thoughtful, and felt that...it was not too difficult.

Although he looks simple and straightforward, he actually has a clear understanding of the world.Since I was a child with a pair of sharp eyes, there are very few people who can't see through, until I met Qing Chen.

It felt like... heaven had drawn a curtain before his eyes.

It's like someone he can't see through no matter what.

So for such a person, the monk always has the attitude that everything is possible.

……

Qing Chen found that he really couldn't do it.

He tried his best to listen, but he couldn't hear any scriptures around him.

He couldn't help guessing, could it be that the relics left in the forest of ancestral steles could also judge who is sincerely worshiping the Buddha, or simply see through that he is a Taoist priest?

There is an inner ghost, stop chanting?

This is too ridiculous...

Seeing that all the contestants around were wearing pain masks, only two or three could remain calm, and among them was the Second Prince of Immortal City from the Western Regions.

It seems that Ye Leng'er, this brother Wang, does have something.

As time passed slowly, more than a dozen contestants had gradually withdrawn.The pressure on the rest of the people is getting bigger and bigger, and the pressure on Qingchen is also getting bigger and bigger...

He also didn't know that he should continue to pretend to hear it and blend in.Or just state the fact that you can’t hear the scriptures and ask honest questions.

After thinking about it, he decided to maintain the status quo.

If you can't hear it, you can't hear it. Anyway, the rules of this round of competition are to see who can stay to the end. I didn't take the initiative to get stuck in the bug, so there is no need to be uneasy.

Thinking of it this way, he simply closed his eyes and entered the state of meditation.

The difficulty of this round of competition was indeed unexpected.

Before he entered this forest of steles, he would never have imagined that the biggest enemy he would face would be... boredom.

but.

I'm used to it.

This can't help but remind Qing Chen of his youthful years on campus. Every time he takes an exam, when he finishes answering a test paper, there is often a long time before he is allowed to hand in the paper.

At that time, he would usually choose to sleep quietly, so as not to make some noises and cause psychological pressure on the students around him whose grades were [-] to [-] points lower than him.

then……

In this familiar state.

He fell asleep skillfully.

In his dream, he vaguely heard a thunderclap...

"Supreme thunder!"

When the second round of the competition had passed for an hour and there were less than ten people left in the field, Zen Master Faqing finally showed some excitement.

Behind him, Chan Master Fashan who arrived at unknown time also smiled with his beard.

"When Supreme Lei Yin appears, there are still so many people left, and this result is much better than in previous years." The abbot of Bailong Temple nodded slightly, "The only fly in the ointment is... why is that monk still there? "

"This... is also a bit strange." Chan Master Faqing was also a little puzzled: "He was in an unstable state and started to move at the very beginning, but as the power of the scriptures gradually increased, he became more and more The more stable it is. Especially now... even the breathing becomes more even..."

"Perhaps it's far away, so it sounds a little unreal. Why do I feel...he's snoring?" Chan Master Fashan's eyebrows trembled, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

"Impossible?" Chan Master Faqing exclaimed, "With his appearance...how could he be snoring?"

"?"

Zen Master Fashan looked back at him quietly: "You mean I should snore because of my appearance?"