After a night's rest, Qin Chao was led into a meditation room by the monk.

All the way to the golden palace and mansions, the awe-inspiring Buddha's light made Qin Chao dizzy.

On the contrary, the delivery room here is somewhat quiet and elegant.

There are three quiet rooms, in the center of which there is a statue of Buddha, with cigarettes curling up from the bronze stove, a futon under it, and a low table made of cypress trees horizontally.

Qin Chao stepped forward, and the roll of paper was unrolled on the table, and beside it was a pen full of ink.

"This benefactor, you only need to stay here for a while before going out."

After the little novice finished speaking, he closed the door and left.

"This is to test me!"

Thinking about the instructions of the elders when they came this morning.

"Although the group of bald donkeys fight unambiguously, they are usually chattering. You deal with it carefully, and I won't be able to help you too much."

Qin Chao sat down on the futon and looked at the paper in front of him.

I am not afraid of writing. Although I have not studied Buddhism in my previous life, I can still remember those scriptures that are familiar but difficult. Since the spiritual power was stimulated, some memories of the past have become clearer and clearer.

But now there is a problem. Although Qin Chao can speak the language of the Tianqing Realm, he still has some difficulty in writing.

When he was in Xuanyuanzong, Jiang Tingyun knew that he couldn't write, but he gave him a few books, and he knew a lot of characters.

But this Buddhist scripture is nothing else, and the various words are really cumbersome.

Qin Chao simply picked up a few scriptures next to him and read them.

A monk in the room not far away sensed Qin Chao's movements and nodded involuntarily.

"Although I am not a Buddhist disciple, this eagerness to learn is rare."

However, what Qin Chao did next surprised the monk.

Qin Chao picked up the scriptures and quickly flipped through them, then closed his eyes and began to meditate.

The monk sighed again.

"The world's five shades are blazing, and there are too many desires." Then he kept silent.

At this time, Qin Chao is using his mental power to quickly compare the words he has mastered, and then translate and convert.

Each type of writing can only be perfected after many years of creation and supplementation. Even with Qin Chao's mental power at the peak of the sixth level, it took him a long time to feel comfortable with the writing in the Azure Realm.

Qin Chao picked up the pen and looked at the still wet nib.

"Sure enough, it's a big sect. The ink is extraordinary, but the pen and paper are not insulting."

As soon as Qin Chao started to write, the monk in charge of proctoring Qin Chao's examination over there responded.

"I don't know how this person wants to answer the question, but his heart is quite poor."

After Qin Chao's inspection, the Buddhism in this world is not too different from the ones he has seen in his previous life, so there shouldn't be any taboos in using this sentence.

With a swipe of the pen, a handwriting appeared on the paper.

From seeing the first few words, the monk couldn't help but read them out.

"Shariputra, form is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form, and the same is true of thinking and knowing."

After reading out every single word, the monk didn't move any more.

Qin Chao put down his pen and walked out of the meditation room. There were no people around, and he was thinking of calling someone out.

After all, this is also the territory of the Vajra Sect. Qin Chao didn't want to cause a commotion if he didn't find the skills.

Just when Qin Chao was about to speak, he suddenly smelled a strange fragrance, which was as fragrant as sandalwood but not strong.

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