Master Mingyu's eyelids twitched. Thankfully, he was managing the secret realm now, not undergoing its trials himself. Otherwise, Xinding's one remark would have kicked him right out.
With Master Mingyu's appearance, Xinding recovered his memories and remembered that he was currently in the second trial.
But he didn't understand. He'd only helped someone cross a river. Why had the abbot appeared again?
Was this really such a big deal?
The abbot must have had some deeper meaning behind his actions. It was just that Xinding's own insight was average, and he couldn't fathom it.
There was no shame in not understanding. He could simply ask.
"May I ask, Abbot, what was wrong with my helping him across?"
Master Mingyu had been about to speak, but Xinding's answer left him stunned.
That was right. What was wrong with helping someone across?
"Nothing. You did very well." Master Mingyu looked at Xinding with a complicated expression. He couldn't tell whether Xinding had said that by chance or because he'd truly grasped something. Either way, Xinding might pass the secret realm's trial.
It seemed Xinzhen wasn't the only promising seedling in this trial.
Master Mingyu turned and left, leaving Xinding standing there in confusion.
Why had the abbot left without even answering after he'd asked his question?
The second trial had an even lower pass rate than the first. Ninety-eight percent of the little monks couldn't get through it.
After two rounds of trials, only a handful of little monks remained. Apart from Xinding, all of them were known for their profound Buddha nature.
Dense Buddhist aura enveloped them once more, and the third trial began.
Xinzhen fell into an illusion and recalled the identity he had there: a Zen master. Someone who disliked him in every way was cursing him.
"You ill-mannered