Seeing this picture, Chen Feng couldn't help but miss home again. Even though the home was no longer there.

Although many secrets are like statues in temples and Taoist temples, and no matter the suffering of sentient beings, they always look coldly watching, but it is undeniable that there is a feeling of home hidden in the deepest part of their hearts. Chen Feng is the strongest, and he is unwilling to hide it at all. Even if he can stand at a height that overlooks sentient beings one day, Chen Feng is still willing to treasure this feeling as a treasure. This is the difference between Chen Feng and ordinary secretaries.

While walking and browsing, Chen Feng finally stopped in front of a picture.

This painting is very simple, just a door. However, after Chen Feng looked at it for a while, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the door, and the door on the painting was actually opened. This painting turned out to be a real pattern of a door on the cave wall!

If it weren't for the love for home in my heart and facing such a picture, it would be impossible for ordinary secretaries to reach out.

After the door was opened, Chen Feng saw a light protruding out inside, and there was not much space inside.

Among all the lights, the first thing that caught Chen Feng's eyes was a monk's robe and a bald head. There was a monk inside.

"Come in." The monk sat on a futon with his back on his back, making a low voice.

As he walked into it, beyond Chen Feng's expectations, there were no statues of worship such as gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. There was one in the incense table, but there was only a small box on it, and there were no other items. On the mahogany pillars on both sides of the incense table, there was a couplet with not very neat parallelism: "It is not easy to see the nature and understand the mind, but you must practice it yourself." Chen Feng didn't read much about these two sentences, but he felt a little in his heart but couldn't say it.

When Chen Feng walked closer, he realized that this was an old monk. He closed his eyes slightly and sat on a cushion, dressed simply and had ordinary appearance. He had neither the solemn appearance of Taoist monks nor the vulgar and vulgar monks. It was because of this that he seemed extremely inconspicuous in this space.

Chen Feng looked at him, and he also opened his eyes and looked at Chen Feng, his eyes as ordinary as ordinary people: "What are the donors here?"

Chen Feng had experience dating Mingyuan, so he was more accustomed to the way these monks spoke: "I want to find an exit."

"What's the point of going out? Isn't it the same outside as here?"

“There are naturally benefits of the outside.”

"Don't the donor like killing?"

"dislike."

"What should I do if someone else kills you?"

"If you can, you can hide, and you can't hide."

"The donor has a big secret." The old monk suddenly said with confidence. After that, the old monk stared at Chen Feng's eyes as if he had penetrated Chen Feng's heart. He stopped talking, but just stared at Chen Feng, as if he was taking the exam for Chen Feng's patience.

Chen Feng's heart trembled, but naturally denied: 'I don't know what the big secret is." So he also looked straight at the old monk with clear eyes without any impurities. Only then did he know whether the old monk was tying him.

After a long time, the old monk nodded with satisfaction and said, "Can the donor tell me what you thought after reading the couplet? If you can say it out, I will naturally help you out."

Chen Feng couldn't tell any meaning of the scriptures. Just as he was about to make a few nonsense, he instantly thoughts came up in his mind. Chen Feng thought that it was another secret technique of induction. This was really incredible.

After a little sorting, Chen Feng expressed his thoughts: "The so-called understanding of the mind and nature means understanding one's own original heart and seeing one's own nature. This heart is bodhicitta, and this nature is Buddha nature. Whether one can become a Buddha depends on whether one can realize the original heart and the true face of one's nature. To realize this true face, even ordinary people can become Buddhas. If one cannot understand this truth, even Buddha becomes an ordinary person. There is no difference between Buddha and ordinary people, and it is only between confusion and enlightenment. The latter sentence must be practiced in person, which means that the understanding obtained from other places is shallow and fail to understand the true meaning of the world. To truly understand the profound truths of the world, one must practice it in person."

Halfway through Chen Feng's speech, the old monk's eyes lit up and he kept nodding. It was not until Chen Feng finished speaking that the old monk praised: "The donor really has wisdom!"

The old monk looked at Chen Feng and said, "The donor's secret power is very sufficient, but his cultivation is not very stable. It is a good luck to be able to persevere until now in this trial. I wonder what the donor has next?"

Chen Feng couldn't help but ask: "Do you know the trial?"

The old monk nodded and said, "This is the second trial I have experienced."

"Then do you know about this treasure hunting place?"

"The treasure hunting place has existed in ancient times. I was trapped here, but I could not find out the true source of the treasure hunting place. And I heard that the treasure hunting place is not open every trial. As for the rules of opening up, no one can understand it. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the so-called treasure hunting is actually just a game of killing. Every time I step out of the treasure hunting place, I cannot reach ten secrets every time, and sometimes I am just one or two people."

"Then you know how to leave here?"

"certainly."

"Since I have expressed my opinion on this couplet, the master also praised me for having wisdom. I wonder if I can help me out?"

"Yes. But can the donor listen to me before he goes out?"

Chen Feng naturally had no objection and nodded in agreement.

The old monk looked solemn and said, "For a young secret person like the donor, the first difficulty is his disobedience to women."

Chen Feng couldn't help but frown: "Female?"

The old monk nodded and said, "Indeed, although the donor is young now, his body has grown up, but he is not familiar with men and women. If he is not careful, he will inevitably fall into the trap of female sex. You must know that female sex is a knife hanging above his head and a poison hidden in his throat. If you are not careful, you may die in a bad life at any time. How many prides in the secret world die on this 'color'."

Chen Feng no longer spoke, knowing that he could not refute the old monk's words. Although Chen Feng's main focus was on cultivation, when he saw those female secretaries with excellent appearance, such as Haoxue, Chen Feng's heart would be hot.

The old monk sighed, "It's better to let me help you enjoy the rest of the night and be completely relieved!" After that, Chen Feng fainted as he blew the sleeves of the old monk's robe.

When Chen Feng woke up slowly, he found himself in a grandly decorated room. Through the window, he could see the entire green valley, bright moonlight shining on the ground, and it was already night. Chen Feng was lying on the bed and turned his head to see that there was a beautiful woman beside him.

Chen Feng woke up, and the beautiful woman with her back facing Chen Feng slowly turned around and it turned out to be Haoxue.

"Sister Haoxue, are you good in the trial?" Chen Feng asked excitedly.

"I am fine, thank you for your concern. Now, it's time to repay my kindness." Haoxue said shyly.

"Sister Haoxue, why are you so polite? We are all friends..." Before Chen Feng finished speaking, he found that Haoxue had pulled off his thin clothes. Under the quiet moonlight, what appeared in front of Chen Feng was a tempting picture. After a long period of loss of consciousness, Chen Feng was completely intoxicated. He couldn't help but walk forward.

"I can't do this, I can't do this..." A voice told him desperately in his heart. However, this voice only slowed down his pace a little. The struggle in his heart became more and more powerless, but the temptation became stronger and stronger. In the end, he did not suppress himself, and finally put aside everything and threw himself into a dream.
Chapter completed!