Han Luo recited the "Buddha Pinzun Sutra", and became more and more familiar with the mantra of the Buddha's Pinzun, and became more and more familiar with the scriptures. After reciting a few sentences, he tried to recite them.

Han Luo once had a talent. When he was in school, the geography teacher took the exam questions. Those who could not answer the questions were beaten. Han Luo refused to learn geography. At that time, he was memorized with pain and kept memorizing a geography book. He recited it in just twenty minutes. When he randomly checked and answered the questions, he only had one question wrong.

After Han Luo practiced martial arts, he summarized it as forced by external pressure, and his potential exploded and his brain memory increased rapidly.

At this time, Uncle Xuanguo prepared the meal and brought it out. Two bowls of light noodles. Han Luo was so hungry that he started to eat it. But he felt that the most delicious noodles he had ever eaten.

Uncle Xuanguo fell on the ground at this time and picked up a noodles and ate it. Han Luo was deeply shocked. When he was born when the economy of the Great Sixth Period was gradually getting stronger, how could he pick up the rice that fell on the ground and eat it?

Although the ground looks very clean.

Uncle Xuan laughed and said, "You can't waste food." As he said this, Han Luo was impressed and deeply felt Uncle Xuan's qualities.

In the afternoon, Uncle Xuanguo led Han Luo straight to the back mountain. Uncle Xuanguo ran like flying. Although Han Luo had practiced Tai Chi for three years, he still couldn't catch up. Gradually, his chest started to breathe and gasp, and his stomach was very painful.

Uncle Xuan was already standing on a stone in the distance and waiting for him. When Han Luo ran over, he saw Uncle Xuan's breath as usual, but not as he was as tired as he was, and he was so tired that he was breathing.

"Let's go." Uncle Xuanguo started running again. Han Luo kept chasing and gasping violently. Uncle Xuanguo was still as dull as usual, which made Han Luo even more admire his lung breathing and physical strength.

The two of them ran around and walked half of the mountain. They came to a lawn without stopping. Uncle Xuanguo smiled and said, "I will build a house on this lawn in the future. I will come here to live in seclusion in winter and live in the cave in summer."

Han Luo looked at the lawn and couldn't see anything strange. At this time, Uncle Xuanguo smiled and said, "It's very good to practice here."

After saying a few words, Uncle Xuanguo sat cross-legged on the stone and stopped talking. Han Luo also closed his eyes and gradually sat down and fell asleep. He could still hear the sound outside, but he was sleeping.

When he woke up, Uncle Xuan was still sitting cross-legged. After a while, Uncle Xuan opened his eyes and said, "Let's go."

The two of them walked around the mountain road and returned to the cave, Uncle Xuan would point to the natural round pit on the huge rock and smiled and said, "This is what an ancient monk was sitting on it when he was practicing for a long time."

Han Luo looked at the semicircular pit beside the huge rock and tried to sit cross-legged in. He was shocked because this semicircular pit was just enough for him to sit cross-legged alone!

It seems that the monks in ancient times sat cross-legged here to practice, and after sitting for decades, they left traces.

When the two returned to the cave, it was evening again. Han Luo practiced Tai Chi in front of the cave, and Uncle Xuanguo was busy with work in the cave.

Uncle Xuan took out a few iron cones, went to the round stone next to the cave, and started to sing, laughing and said, "I want to engrave a few words to remember for future generations."

"What words should be engraved?" Han Luo said curiously.

"Wuji Fairyland." Uncle Xuan smiled and knocked it on, "My Monk's cave is named Chaos Cave."

Han Luo began to help move the ladder and watched Uncle Xuanguo engrave the letters.

The sky gradually darkened, and the two packed up their objects, returned to the cave, and closed the iron gate. Uncle Xuanguo was still sitting cross-legged, Han Luo was lying on the bed, and gradually heard the creaking sound of mice.

But there was no longer the shock and shock of the night, as well as the conflict in ideas. It seemed that I had adapted.

The next morning, Uncle Xuan knocked on a wooden fish and recited scriptures. After Han Luo finished a set of Tai Chi in front of the cave, he took out a big thin card and recited the scriptures.

As the sun was rising, Uncle Xuan burned incense for Maitreya Buddha, then went to the cave gate to light a stick of incense, and then led Han Luo to the top of the cave. The two walked across the path, but instead of going to the top of the cave, they came to a layer of half a rock between the top of the cave and the cave, which was just enough for people to sit on.

But half of the rock is on a slope of forty degrees. When people sit on it, there is a forest below. If they fall down, they will definitely be broken. Moreover, the slope of forty degrees seems to be possible to slide down at any time.

Uncle Xuan's face was calm, and he sat cross-legged on the half-rock, looking down at the bottom, without any fear. However, Han Luo sat cross-legged on the top in fear, picked up the big thin card, and recited the scriptures, but the fear was rich and could not be dissipated.

"This is the Forget-Wretch Cliff!" Uncle Xuanguo said with a smile.

Han Luo said: "The bottom is so high, won't it fall?"

Li Xuanguodao: "If you sit cross-legged, you won't be able to fall down."

Han Luo smiled forcibly, but his face was pale and he was still reciting the scriptures. This time he challenged him fearlessly until he became the master, he understood the intention of Uncle Xuanguo.

Li Xuanguo made him ignore fear, suppress fear, and chant scriptures steadily. It is a challenge to recite scriptures before the threat of death.

The Buddha said: Form is emptiness, emptiness is color. There is no emptiness and color, dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning.

That is to regard everything as a bubble.

Obviously, Li Xuanguo's Buddhist cultivation is no longer afraid and is far away from the dream of upside down. When ordinary people see that they are sitting on the forty-degree slope, their souls are already flying to the sky, and they are so scared that they are lying on the top, while ordinary people are still in the dream of upside down.

Han Luo was like this. Looking at the Taolin below, his fear became stronger and stronger, as if he was worried about sliding down and dying. Death is a terrifying thing.

Li Xuanguo glanced at Han Luo's pale face, shook his head in his heart, and said, "Let's go."

Han Luo was facing a general amnesty. Facing the forty-degree slope, he did not dare to bend down and walk, but climbed out.

Li Xuanguo bent over and walked over the Forty-degree slope of Wangyou Cliff.

Han Luo left Wangyou Cliff and stepped on the vast ground with his feet, then he felt that life had returned.

Obviously, he lost this training.

Unfortunately, until later, after he became a master, he returned to Wangyou Cliff and stood on the cliff and looked at him without any fear. Li Xuanguo had already transformed and had no scene of that day.
Chapter completed!