The Wudang Junior Master

Chapter 338: Endure humiliation like the earth, able to bear all filth

Chapter 338: Patience is like the earth, able to withstand all filth

"If you can reach the state of 'both the hearer and the heard are silent,' you will have passed this level."

Zen Master Liu Ji pointed at the copper bowl in Xiao Zizai's hand and said, "Until your practice is complete, you must keep this copper bowl by your side. If you want to go out, you must hold it in your palm and never leave it."

"Yes." Xiao Zizai nodded.

"Then you should practice well, and I won't disturb you." Zen Master Liuji clasped his hands together and then left the Zen room.

Xiao Zizai looked at the copper bowl in his hand, took a deep breath, and prepared himself mentally.

After the first round of "Silent Contemplation", he already knew the power of the test given by Master Liuji, which could really drive people crazy.

To be honest, this kind of test is more painful than the training and strengthening of muscles and bones in Shaolin.

After making preparations, Xiao Zizai put his ear close to the copper bowl again, and in an instant all kinds of sounds entered his ears again.

"Fuck, damn, you're driving so blindly!"

"One hundred and twenty? That's too expensive. Sixty, okay? If yes, I'll buy it!"

"Waaaaa! Dad, my brother is bullying me!"

"Hmm~ Oh, wait a minute, I'm not ready yet~"

At first, Xiao Zizai could still bear it, but the longer he listened, the more his brows furrowed, and in the end he became extremely annoyed.

"Tsk!"

About two hours later, Xiao Zizai pulled his ears out, closed his eyes and covered his ears.

"It's noisy……"

If you listen to the messy noise for a long time, your head will be buzzing and it will hurt your head.

At the same time, Xiao Zizai was also curious, how could the crickets in this copper bowl make so many noises?

Xiao Zizai took the cricket out of the copper bowl and observed it carefully, but did not find anything magical. When he got closer, he could not hear any sound. The copper bowl was just an ordinary copper bowl.

It’s amazing…

After resting for a while and feeling clearer, Xiao Zizai continued to put his ear close to the copper bowl.

But this time, it was no longer a human voice, but the calls of various animals.

There are tigers, cattle, sheep, and insects...

Although animals cannot speak, the sounds made by each animal are still different and can be clearly felt.

Some are hungry, some are angry, some are in pain, and some are sad.

These sounds are like a big hodgepodge, rushing into the ears all at once, and it is still unbearable after listening to them for a long time.

Xiao Zizai endured the discomfort and kept reciting Buddhist scriptures in his heart to resist these voices.

This time, he held on a little longer, but in the end he couldn't bear it anymore.

Those sounds are too loud, and it would be fine if they were just loud, but the key is that these sounds are mixed with all kinds of emotions.

The human voice is fine, even the sounds made by animals that cannot speak contain rich emotions.

All these sounds combined have exceeded the limit that a normal person can bear.

Fortunately, Xiao Zizai is a transcendental person who has practiced cultivation. If it were an ordinary person, not only would he not be able to persist for so long, but even if he could persist, he would at best suffer from mental disorder, neurasthenia, or even go insane and die in severe cases.

After putting down the copper bowl, Xiao Zizai still felt that his head was filled with various voices echoing constantly.

This feeling was so uncomfortable that he could only get up and take a walk in the bamboo forest.

"What should I do to avoid being disturbed by these noises..."

Xiao Zizai walked while thinking about how to pass this level.

But in the end, I thought of several solutions, but none of them seemed very feasible.

In the blink of an eye, it was night. Xiao Zizai listened to the bronze bowl again, but finally gave up after less than three hours.

Mainly, he was worried that he would listen for too long and wouldn't be able to sleep well tonight.

Practicing Buddhism is not a one-day job, and haste makes waste - sleep!

Before ten o'clock, Xiao Zizai lay down on the bed and gradually fell asleep.

But as I fell asleep, I started to feel something was wrong. It seemed like I could always hear some whispering.

And the key point is that the noise never stops, and the chattering makes it impossible for people to sleep peacefully.

"Hey, do you know Wang Shun's daughter? She jumped into the river and died at the university last year..."

"Brother Qiang, the king has returned! Come on, you're squatting in the grass to poop!"

"Hey, let's not contact each other recently... Oh, my wife seems to have discovered something..."

"Go to this stupid company, work overtime every day, every day, why don't you just go die? The salary is so low!"

"Baby, my belly is getting big..."

rub!

Xiao Zizai pulled back the quilt, frowned, and looked inside the room, his eyes finally settling on the copper bowl on the table.

The sound that he had just heard in his dream came from the copper bowl.

You clearly needed to get closer to hear it before, but now the sound is overflowing on its own?

The seemingly empty house is actually filled with various sounds.

Xiao Zizai was originally an expert, with sharp ears and eyes, and he could hear the slightest sound, let alone so many noisy noises.

So even if he didn't want to care, he still tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

I tolerate...I tolerate...

This went on until two or three in the morning. Xiao Zizai was so annoyed that he had to press his Tinghui acupoint to temporarily block his hearing.

But the result was that the sound coming from the copper bowl could still be heard clearly, which made Xiao Zizai almost think that he had not sealed the acupoints.

But later he found that even if he poked his ears out, it was useless because he had no way to block out the noise.

"Forget it, just treat it as a practice."

Forced into a corner, Xiao Zizai could only sit cross-legged on the bed and begin his meditation practice.

This situation lasted for three days, and Xiao Zizai was suddenly surprised to find that his voice was getting smaller and smaller.

At first he thought his hearing was damaged, but later he found that it was not the case. He could still clearly hear all kinds of sounds in the copper bowl, but it was difficult to catch the sound of his own voice.

This had never happened before. Even if the noise of the copper bowl was loud and chaotic, he could still hear clearly when he spoke.

Then the only explanation could only be that his own voice was getting smaller.

This can be seen from his conversation with the young monk who brought him food every day. He needed to shout very loudly so that the other party could hear what he was saying.

After a few more days, Xiao Zizai found that he had completely lost his voice. No matter how hard he tried, he could not squeeze out a single sound from his throat.

But at the same time, the sound in the copper bowl became even louder, as if hundreds of KTVs were packed with people, singing together at the same time, and singing differently. It was a feeling that would drive people crazy.

The most important thing is that Xiao Zizai found that he could no longer hear any other sounds from the outside world.

Finally, on the seventh day, Xiao Zizai could no longer bear it, so he dug a hole in the bamboo forest and buried the copper bowl in it.

He really couldn't bear it anymore. At this moment, he felt that he could be alive if he could have half a day of peace and quiet.

If this continues, he will want to hang himself with a rope.