Seeing that the poison of the ice bee had been resolved, Lan Cang Niangniang, the Decaying Dao Chief, and the Sword Immortal Yunjian returned to the Fairy Spirit Mound, leaving the Ethereal Monk and Shui Ling'er together.

The two of them picked up a wide open space and sat down in the ice cube, and the ethereal monk asked, "Ling'er, are you ready?"

Shui Ling'er nodded and said "yes", so the old monk held his breath and condensed, his hands were folded, his left hand was on the bottom, and the middle finger of his right index finger was combined to point to the sky, only to see a circle of lilac light, flashing out from between his two fingers, expanding more and more, and gradually surrounding Shui Ling'er.

Shui Ling'er closed her eyes, her body gradually drifted away from reality, and a scene of golden bliss appeared in her mind.

In the distance, there are mountains with golden leaf-like waterfalls flowing between them. Waterfalls cascade down and boil like snow on top of each other, flowing into the vast, sparkling sea below.

On the sea, in mid-air, countless golden lotus flowers bloom into lotus thrones, each throne sits an arhat in a robe, carrying the glory of the Chinese sun, one hand on the chest, the other hand twisting the Buddha beads, chanting the great compassion mantra in unison, "Nan Wu Drink that Hello Ye Ye ......", the golden sea, fluttering bursts of Sanskrit sound.

Before long, a golden lotus throne slowly descended and floated towards the water bell, and it was the ethereal monk who sat in it. And he in the throne is no longer a phantom of green smoke at this time, but a real image of a monk.

"Water bell, listen well. ”

Shui Ling'er held her breath and listened carefully.

"You worship in Jiluo Mountain, and you want to embark on the road of cultivating immortals, and cultivating immortals is the director of Taoism, which has nothing to do with my Buddhism. How can you have a peculiar life, and you will use the Dharma to support the immortal base. Entrusted by Jiluo Mountain Xi Mu Xian, I will recognize you, the grandson of Xuanjiao, and teach you to point to the heavens. ”

Shui Ling'er bowed down and replied respectfully, "Please teach your great-master ancestors." ”

"Refers to the entry of Tianzen. Shui Ling'er, count how many Arhats are there on this sea?"

Shui Ling'er looked at it, and in all directions on the sea, there were dazzling lotus thrones of the Buddha, how could you count them clearly?

The ethereal monk knew that he was embarrassed, smiled slightly, flicked his fingertips at his body, and a true qi went straight into his dantian.

The ethereal monk breathed through the air, and Shui Ling'er suddenly felt a coolness rising from the dantian, slowly ascending along the meridians to the brain. The brain is surrounded by true qi, and the burning and impetuousness in it disappear in an instant like a fire being extinguished, and the whole state of mind becomes pure and clear, without any distractions.

Concentrating, he once again set his eyes on the sea. At this time, those arhats in the lotus throne turned their faces and smiled at him, and a golden bora flower appeared in the hands of each arhat.

So he began to count the smiling arhats, and every time he counted them, the arhats threw the golden bharata flowers at him, and when the flowers fell in front of him, the arhats disappeared into the light.

In a short time, a hill of golden brahmanas was piled up between him and the ethereal monks, and the Sanskrit sound on the sea was still the same, but the number of arhats became smaller and smaller, until the last one he could see was also counted, and then disappeared.

At the end of counting the Arhats, the Ethereal Monk's fat face was full of joy, and he praised: "Shui Ling'er, you have counted a total of 631 Arhats on the sea, and among the Zen disciples encountered by the poor monks, your cultivation is really excellent." It seems that you are indeed referring to the destined person of Tianzen. Next, Master Zeng will take you into the first layer of this Zen Gong. ”

Shui Ling'er hurriedly straightened her small body and listened attentively.

"The key to the practice of Heavenly Meditation is to cultivate the mind, not just the body. As oneself, the mind is the universe. The heart is narrow and only cherishes itself, and the heart is tolerant of the universe. The wider the universe in the mind, the higher the realm of Zen in the Heavens. Therefore, being happy and forgetting oneself is the fundamental key to studying this Zen practice. If the Zen practice is carried out, but there is only one's own body in the heart, the person's work will be wasted, the sea of suffering will be boundless, and it will be difficult to land again. ”

When Shui Ling'er heard the consequences, she shuddered, and said in her heart: "In the future, you must practice in the open world, in case you go crazy!"

The ethereal monk continued to teach: "This skill is divided into two realms and seven layers, the first realm is the Pingyun Jue, the Flower Reading Jue and the Fire Forbearance Jue. These three techniques form the three levels of foundation, which are the realms that can be attained by ordinary meditators. As long as you are not a great traitor and have compassion for all sentient beings, you can practice. From the fourth tip of the second realm onwards, the requirements for practitioners are already extremely high, and their mental realm must reach the realm of forgetting dust, that is, the things of the three realms, and they must know that they are more than seventy percent, and have the heart of sacrificing oneself and forgetting oneself, and for the sake of purifying sentient beings, they have put life and death out of the way. These four layers are the Forgetting the Heart Formula, the Hanging Sorrow Formula, the Yaohai Recipe and the Wanyu Recipe. Today, there is only one person who has reached the Wanyu Formula, and that is your ancestor, Xi Mutong. ”

Every word that the ethereal monk said, Shui Ling'er was deeply imprinted into his heart like a chisel with a knife. When his words fell, he asked, "Master Zeng, in addition to Aunt Ximu, you must have also entered the seventh trick, right?"

The ethereal monk shook his head and sighed: "No, no, even if it means that Tianchan was created by a poor monk, it has only reached the sixth layer. ”