I Became an Anonymous Boss

"...It's not that I can't understand what you said." Shirataki sighed: "I used to play table tennis in junior high school. The coaches said I was talented and asked me to sign up for the competition. I went all the way from the county to the city level. I won the top ten at the municipal level, and I am eligible to continue to sign up for the provincial competition... I was very confident, so I went to sign up and participate, and even thought about whether I could become a national athlete, and then... the result was that I rushed to the hundred. In addition, for three consecutive rounds, I couldn't even get half of the balls. In the last round, I was directly blocked. Unfortunately, I couldn't hold the racket stably at the time, and the person who won me was only a top 64... Talent is such a thing , It’s really unreasonable, once the mentality of comparison and competition arises, it’s always easy to make people shut up on the spot.”

Xuankong couldn't help being surprised, this is the rare time Shirataki talked about his past... But what is a table tennis ball?

"I didn't expect you to have something you're not good at."

"Of course I have..." Shirataki said: "I was not originally a genius, and I never considered myself a genius, so I have a high tolerance for failure. Since I was a child, I have experienced countless failures. I have experienced countless beatings, so you said that you have a broken state of mind... I understand, but I can't fully understand that life is such a long road, and it is obsessive to be obsessed with winning or losing for a while."

He looked at the Buddhist scripture building not far away: "It's the same with Shiyicheng. If you are afraid that you will lose your perfect body and you will not be able to prove the Arhat status, what gold does this status have?"

Monk Xuankong stopped, feeling relieved for a while, Shenmo Mowen was still the same young man in the past, he really didn't come to fight against others.

The monk smiled happily: "I didn't expect you to think so, but you also wanted to help him get rid of his demons?"

Bai Taki said lightly: "If he is willing to gouge out his eyeballs, I can pour him a few catties of chicken soup for the soul."

Xuankong: "..."

The third gate of the Buddhist scriptures Pavilion is just around the corner. An old monk sweeping the floor is standing outside the door, sweeping the fallen leaves in his hands, keeping his face calm and not revealing the mountains or water.

Bai Taki's face immediately became serious: "Is this the third level? I'm afraid he is not a god-level master..."

Xuankong looked at his old friend, knowing that he would be wrong again: "This old monk is a handyman, he doesn't know martial arts, and the third level is inside."

Bai Taki didn't believe it: "You nonsense, how could the monks in front of the Sutra Pavilion not be able to fight? Isn't it reasonable to take a sneak peek while cleaning?"

Xuankong was expressionless: "That's not a sweeping monk, but an administrator of the Sutra Pavilion... This position has always been held by the abbot and the abbot."

Shirataki still didn't believe it: "Are you sure?"

Xuankong said bluntly: "He is illiterate."

Shirataki: "That's okay."

Just as Bai Taki was about to walk over, he saw the old monk sweeping the floor suddenly stop, the broom he held in his hand changed instantly, and turned into a simple but golden Zen staff.

The old monk held the Zen stick and tapped it lightly on the ground. Bai Taki had shortened the time for his body sensation, but he couldn't dodge it. He felt that his body could not move, and was instantly engulfed by the sound and golden light of the Zen stick.

The old floor sweeping monk stood in the center, his Zen staff floated half a foot off the ground, and began to spin slowly, and Shirataki also disappeared in an instant.

Xuankong bowed to the old monk with palms together.

The old monk joined his palms together in return, and then continued to sweep the floor as if nothing had happened.

Little Avalokitesvara was dumbfounded, looking at the monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes, her fingers trembling: "You, you...you are cheating!"

"Bodhisattva, the poor monk did not lie." Xuankong said: "The sweeping monk really doesn't know martial arts, but he holds a Buddha treasure in his hand."

The old monk also chuckled: "Old monk, as a sweeper and gatekeeper, I can't let people in for nothing, so I invited Buddha treasures to use."

Xuan Kong said: "This is also the third test. Purdue can lead people to Mount Small Sumeru. If he can come back, he will naturally pass the test."

Avalokitesvara asked, "What if you don't come back?"

Xuankong said: "I will ask the host to bring him back, and then he will retreat in spite of the difficulties."

Knowing that his life was not in danger, the little Bodhisattva breathed a sigh of relief and said nothing more.

Seeing that she no longer asked questions or made things difficult, Xuankong asked strangely: "Don't you care if he can pass the test?"

Guanyin just looked at the Zen stick, shook his head, and didn't want to say anything more.

Monk Xuankong felt the need to confirm her thoughts, not only for her, but also for Shirataki.

He was about to speak, but Guanyin said first, "I won't persuade him."

Monk Xuankong was startled: "Why?"

Guanyin said quietly: "I also want to live longer, instead of being a nutrient for others."

Xuankong was silent, he folded his palms and closed his eyes, and called out to the Buddha: "Amitabha, it's the poor monk Menglang..."

……

Shirataki cursed and was taken to Mount Sumeru.

"I knew there must be something wrong with the old monk sweeping the floor!"

"This bald man with thick eyebrows and big eyes is also fooling me!"

"There is an inner ghost, come to cheat, come to sneak attack, I was careless, and I didn't dodge!"

He muttered to vent his unhappiness, and at the same time realized that this was the third test, which was a little more elaborate than before, a bit like a Buddhist supernatural power.

But what the hell is here?

In front of him is a mountain road, he can only go forward but not back, every time he walks through a step, the steps behind him will disappear, every time he walks on the edge of the cliff, it can be said that he falls into the abyss and cannot survive.

Reluctantly continuing to climb the mountain, after walking for half a quarter of an hour, Shirataki began to wonder if this was a waste of time deliberately procrastinating the progress of the reading... Soon the front suddenly became clear, and he came to a flat land, halfway up the mountain, among the rocky There are a large number of stone statues.

The stone statues are all Buddha sculptures, and the sound of iron and steel chiseling stones echoes continuously. Looking forward to the sound, there is a Buddha sculptor sitting among the rocks. The Buddha sculptor who carved the stone is wearing a gray monk robe. , the arm is skinny, but the chisel in his hand is very powerful.

...This is the gatekeeper of the third level?

Bai Taki couldn't tell how powerful the opponent was, so he took the initiative to ask, "May I ask where this place is?"

The gray-robed old monk kept moving, continued to carve the Buddha statue, and replied, "This is Little Sumeru Mountain..."

"How to get out?" Shirataki asked again.

"You can get out as you come in," the Buddha carver replied.

"Understood." Bai Taki said thank you, walked backwards, and then stepped on the ground.

—Robert—!

Hulala fell into the depths of the sky.

Shirataki thought he would fall half to death, but found that after the cloud and mist cleared, he reappeared among the Buddha sculptures and stone statues.

Bai Taki said unhappily: "How are you lying? You can't back out of the garage here."

The Buddha carver said indifferently: "Benefactor, I'm not lying, and you can't get out like this."

Shirataki said with a blank expression, "I think so too...it seems to be a dead file, I have to ask the administrator to fix my bug."

Chapter 780 is cool

Shirataki chatted with the Buddha carver.

The map has been locked, and the fog wall has risen. It is clear that only one person can go out today. It seems that the test of the third level is here.

It took Shirataki half an hour just to understand the situation.

This gray-robed old monk who carves Buddha statues is a man who answers every question, and he will answer when he knows it, but sometimes he will not answer the question.

Regarding the origin of Mount Sumeru, the explanation given by the Buddha carver is very straightforward - the exterior scene, with some decorations, is the unique exterior scene of Buddhism.

The exterior scene is a small world, and all major schools have it. It is not surprising that there is a small Mount Sumeru in Buddhism, but the nature of the small Mount Sumeru is different from other places. It is an internal self-contained exterior world, and the outside world does not even have physical meaning. The above road is connected.

After being transformed by various Buddhist supernatural powers throughout the year, this place is no longer a livable place. It is almost equivalent to the Confucian Book Mountain Holy Land.

Shirataki even considered whether to kill the Buddha Carver, maybe he would be able to get out after killing him.

But the Buddha carver saw what he meant, shook his head and said, "If you kill the poor monk, you won't be able to get out."

"How do you know if you are immortal?" Shirataki said.

"There are no living people on Little Sumeru Mountain."

"...Are you scolding again?"

"The poor monk is not a living person." The Buddha sculptor dropped a hammer and left a scratch on the stone, which seemed to leave a scar on the Buddha statue: "The poor monk is just an obsession left in the small Mount Sumeru... …You can’t destroy your obsession, and you can’t break the falsehood, unless you can break the supernatural power restriction of the entire Little Sumeru Mountain, otherwise there is no way out, and there is no way forward.”

"Are you obsessed?" Shirataki asked.

"good."

"What about your body?"

"I don't know."

"Hey, he's a scumbag." Bai Taki said, "If you kill him, you run away. What a ruthless pig's hooves. Is it like this in Buddhism?"

"The benefactor doesn't have to feel unfair for me. I'm just an obsession, not a human being."

"I'm just taking advantage of the chaos, and I don't mean to help you talk." Bai Taki lay down, "Anyway, I can't go out for the time being, so I will chat with you for five yuan."

"The benefactor doesn't want to kill anymore?" The Buddha carver turned his face slightly.

"Be merciful, don't talk about fighting and killing, it's boring..."

Shirataki's face was expressionless, he thought you thought I was stupid, if you cut out your obsession, at least you would have a golden body of Arhat, maybe it would be Bodhisattva and Buddha, you say you are the obsession of a first-grade Bodhisattva or the sambhogakaya of a super-grade Buddha , what else should I do?Give you a reason to physically surpass me?

The Buddha carver said indifferently: "But didn't the benefactor also come here to fight and kill?"

Shirataki was startled: "You know? How do you know?"

"I look at a ladle of water, and there are forty-eight thousand insects." The old Buddhist monk lowered his eyebrows and looked down: "You can see the scenery of the lower world from Mount Sumeru."

"Damn, is the Sky Eye system installed here? I want to see it too, let me be healthy!" Bai Taki suddenly got excited.

"Yes, the benefactor wants to see..." The old monk waved his sleeves, and an illusory image appeared in the clouds.

"That must be the scene in the red-sleeved brothel! Someone must have left the windows open!" Bai Taki said excitedly, "I've always wanted to go but I never had a chance. Hurry up, hurry up, post some dynamic pictures!"

The Buddha carver clasped his palms together, retracted his palms, and allowed the white mist to gather again: "Form is emptiness, and emptiness is form. Donor, don't look at these things."

"Emmmm...you can't even look at this, what's the point of life?" Shirataki walked to the edge of the cliff expressionlessly: "It's time to do it all over again."

He put on an expression of no attachment, stood on the edge of the cliff and jumped.

Then it came back three seconds later.

"Okay, I've done it all over again, and I've changed my mind." Bai Taki sat down cross-legged, and blinked obediently: "Can I see it this time?"

The gray-robed old monk couldn't laugh or cry: "The benefactor really has a lively personality..."

"I'm only in my 20s, so why live like an old man." Bai Taki lay on his back and scratched his belly: "It's all life."

The Buddha carver bowed his head: "What the benefactor said is good, but you still haven't answered the poor monk's question."

"I'll answer your question, can I go out?"

The Buddha carver shook his head.

"Then why should I answer?" Shirataki turned over, "I won't do things that are not beneficial."