The Four Frenzies Array, though called an array, could also be seen as four types of illusion realms.

It is a legacy array of the Qianling Temple.

The so-called four frenetic emotions—wine, lust, wealth, and anger—are also the four weakest points of a person.

Each one can stir a person's emotions.

If one wishes to break through the array, they must completely suppress these four emotions.

Yet, even though it sounds simple, no one has ever succeeded from beginning to end.

Afterwards, Su Ming entered a Buddha Tower, where a meditation mat lay at the center.

Su Ming sat upon it, and then the surrounding monks began chanting sutras.

At first, Su Ming didn't notice anything amiss.

But gradually, for some reason, Su Ming's emotions began to change.

For some unknown reason, Su Ming felt a wave of irritability, and then his internal emotions magnified at this moment.

He looked at the monks chanting above, his eyes becoming bloodshot.

With a leap, he rushed to a group of monks, ready to strike.

At that moment, a long staff obstructed Su Ming's attack.

And then the Martial Monk knocked Su Ming down with just one move.

Back on the ground, Su Ming let out a roar, surrounded by Martial Monks.

Looking around, at this moment, Su Ming felt as if he were being provoked, and attacked again.

The strength of these Martial Monks was impressive, even surpassing those he had dealt with before among the soldiery.

Su Ming was undaunted, repelling them with each encounter.

But he could only repel them.

Whenever Su Ming wanted to further attack, comrades would always block his moves.

Gradually, Su Ming felt his speed slowing down, and the attacks he sustained increased.

Until the final blow, Su Ming was knocked down and all the Martial Monks swarmed over, pinning him with their staffs.

No matter how Su Ming struggled, he couldn't break free.

In this way, Su Ming was taken out of the Buddha Tower.

Miraculously, after being taken out, the feeling of irritability in Su Ming's heart vanished.

Gradually seeing Su Ming regaining his sensibility, the crowd then released him.

At this moment, Bi Qing came to Su Ming.

"Brother, what's wrong with me?"

Bi Qing helped Su Ming up and then offered him a cup of tea.

"Wine makes people lose reason, dulls reactions, and lets actions go uncontrolled."

"These are just excuses people make when they err."

"If there is no thought of error in the heart, no matter the power of wine, what can it affect?"

Sipping coarse tea, pondering Bi Qing's words, Su Ming's expression became solemn.

Indeed, many use drinking as an excuse to harm others.

But it's just an excuse, wine should never be a pretext.

Taking deep breaths, Su Ming seemed to understand something, stood up, and looked back at the Buddha Tower.

Going inside once again, the chanting emerged once more.

Sitting on the mat, Su Ming closed his eyes, thinking of those cherished in his heart.

The chanting reached his ears, once again sparking irritability within.

Nonetheless, Su Ming forcibly suppressed that emotion.

In his mind, images of his loved ones burst forth continually.

And his past.

From having nothing to now, Su Ming went through much, traveled many paths.

His lovers, enemies, friends appeared in his mind one by one.

Gradually, Su Ming's heart became serene, and the feeling of irritability dissipated.

Wine was not entirely without merit.

Some, when drunk, harm others.

While others, merely find a place to sleep.

Always, it's never wine at fault, but people.

When a round of chanting concluded, Su Ming slowly opened his eyes, feeling refreshed.

That feeling was akin to having had a good rest after a night's drunkenness.

Before Su Ming could think further, the monks began chanting a second round.

Just as Su Ming thought it would be the same as before, he suddenly felt something amiss.

Somehow, an evil fire emerged within him.

Below, he started swelling uncontrollably.

In his mind, figures constantly appeared, even in front of him, illusions arose.

Beautiful women, lightly dressed, encircled Su Ming.

The feeling was akin to wanting to succumb.

Suddenly, a voice exploded in Su Ming's mind.

"Su Ming, what are you thinking?"

He jumped in surprise.

Pursuing the voice, gradually, a figure formed.

Lin Yanan sat in the chair, quietly watching him.

"I don't mind what you do, but I mind your recklessness!"

In that instant, all other thoughts vanished, and Su Ming quickly opened his eyes.

Outside the Buddha Tower, having passed the second level, Su Ming received a content nod.

"To pass the second level so quickly, indeed a steadfast spirit."

At this moment, Guanglin came to Bi Qing's side.

"Not just him, that young girl too, rarely seen such composure at this age."

Speaking, Guanglin glanced at the Scripture Pavilion, and then smiled, stroking his beard.

Bi Qing also smiled, then suddenly remembered something, asking: "Host, how about the last benefactor?"

"Ah, that one is probably challenging right now."

In a practice room, Bai Mo faced the assault of eighteen Martial Monks, looking battered.

It wasn't his first challenge, but invariably failed.

The strength of these Monks matched those in the Buddha Tower.

But paired with the Qianling Temple's array, it achieved the effect of one plus one greater than two.

Facing so many together, even Bai Mo was no match.

Once more beaten down, Bai Mo rubbed his sore leg, sitting aside.

"Benefactor, this is some ointment for injuries, need help applying it?"

A Little Novice Monk ran over, bringing ointment and coarse tea.

"No, I'll manage."

Bai Mo took the ointment, looking around.

"I wonder about their progress, if all three of us fail, now that would be interesting."

Thinking this, Bai Mo suddenly felt uneasy.

"Alas, if they succeed, and I fail, how embarrassing would that be?"

Indeed, it felt that way.

But these people's seamless coordination, how could one win?

No matter how strong one appears, it seems futile.

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