Bring the pen, bring the paper.

Xu Guangling wrote with a pen, and stood behind Xu Guangling with obedient eyes to watch.

"Wooden Disc Sutra".

At the beginning, Xu Guangling wrote these three big characters.

In fact, it is not impossible to say that it is the "Book of Chess", but as for what the final name of chess is in this world, it depends on how these players in this world are named, in short, Xu Guangling is now handing over this naming right.

Wooden Disc ...... Pass through.

Seeing these three words, especially the last one, Gan Congshi's eyes widened unconsciously.

His family has a collection of books, which is basically the most important place for every family except for the ancestral hall.

In fact, many of the family's library pavilions were built in the ancestral hall, and they coexisted with the ancestral hall for generations, enjoying the awe and respect of the children inside and outside the family.

The ancestral hall represents the inheritance, and only the children who are recognized by the family are eligible to enter the ancestral hall to worship.

The library pavilion represents a further inheritance in addition to the bloodline inheritance, and only the children of the family who can enter the ancestral hall to worship and then show a certain talent in cultivation are eligible to enter the library pavilion.

When I was a child, in the word of mouth of my ancestors, grandparents, parents, and even my children, the impression that was concluded in Xiao Gan's heart was that the ancestral hall was a mysterious and majestic place, and the library pavilion was a "holy place".

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is unforgettable and haunted.

At the age of nine, he was brought into the ancestral hall by his father.

At the age of thirty-one, he was brought into the library by his grandfather.

There are three kinds of books in the library, one is "Sutra", the second is "Commentary", and the third is "Saying".

The "scriptures" in the Gan family's library are actually vacant, with only a book cover and no content, but the book with "Gan's Practice Sutra" written on it is solemnly placed in the most conspicuous central hall.

That's also a ......

A place to enjoy worship.

The levels of "theory" and "theory" are descending in turn.

Not to mention anything else, after becoming an adult, Gan Congshi himself contributed a lot of "sayings" and "theories" to the family's library.

For example, "Dongshan Theory", "Annan County Landscape Theory", and "Herbal Medicine Cultivation Theory", "Qi Condensation Realm Cultivation Theory" and so on.

In a trance, he dreamed back to the past.

Then, from a trance to a state of contemplation, Gan Congshi didn't dare to gasp, looked at Xu Guangling's hand, and watched the pen in his hand swim between the papers.

"Inside".

Under the wooden plate warp, Gan Congshi saw such two words again.

This statement is unfamiliar to Gan Congshi, there is an inner chapter, is there an outer chapter or something like that? Gan Congshi's thoughts turned, but he just turned around and continued to wait.

"The path of a cultivator is not far from his path. ”

"Where there is a real repair, where there is a major repair, when it is in distress, it does not lose its roots, when it is smooth, and when it is dull, it does not lose its roots. ”

"This is the way. ”

"Death to those who have lost their ways. ”

Watching the tip of the pen scratch out such a few lines on the paper, Gan Congshi's eyes widened to the maximum, but they contracted instantly, and his heart pounded wildly, even making him feel a kind of blood rushing to his face, and his footing was unstable.

Where is this wooden plate scripture!

This is simply a practice sutra!

And it's a practice scripture from the hand of Xiao Lingzi!

Although Xiao Lingzi and Ling Xiaozi shouted every day, firstly, they were close to each other, young and old, and secondly, Xu Guangling was really young, especially in front of Gan Congshi, who was almost two hundred years old, in terms of age, it was really small.

However, since that day, the four words "Ten Thousand Laws True Scripture" came from Xu Guangling's mouth, Gan Congshi has already respected Xu Guangling's inheritance to a holy realm where he can only prostrate and look up.

And even if you look up, you can't see a shadow.

I only know its height, but I don't know how high it is. Anyway, high into the sky.

At this moment, the lines that have just been written on the paper seem to be plain at first glance, but in the eyes of the willing Cong style who has experienced the world's affairs, "the experience is still knowledgeable, and reading people is like reading Sichuan", it is simply shocking, and it is even more terrifying.

Monk's Journey......

Where to really cultivate......

That's right, there is no doubt about it, this is the "Sutra"!

"Sutra" is the reason why Gan Cong's spirit is shocked.

And the reason that made him creepy was that once, in many not-so-short years, he did not achieve "the journey of a cultivator, not departing from his path." ”

And if you say that "those who lose the way die", he doesn't know how many times he has died.

Of course, Gan Congshi also knows that this "death" here does not really refer to death, but a kind of decline but unaware exhaustion, a kind of degeneration that deviates from it but does not know it, and in a sense, it is even more terrible than death.

The cultivators of the earth level, looking at these lines of words on the paper, Gan Congshi's hands actually oozed traces of sweat.

"Condensation".

After curling up slightly and stretching his palm, Gan Congshi saw that these two words had been added to the paper, and under these two words, what quickly appeared was the handwriting that made his heart beat wildly and his tongue was dry:

"The purpose of condensation is called 'condensation'. ”

"Water drops through the stone, it is condensation. ”

"The soil gathers to form a mountain, and it is condensation. ”

"The water gathers into the sea, which is condensation. ”

"The nine-story platform, starting from the soil, the wood of the hug, starting from the end of the micro, and then from the micro to the gradual, from the gradual to the macro, from the macro to the majestic, is a grand view. ”

Yes, that's condensation!

Gan Congshi let out a slight but long exhale.

As a person who has come over, and even a cultivator who has advanced to the ground level, Gan Congshi looked at this principle of "condensation", as if he had met a close and old friend who he hadn't seen for more than a hundred years, and after being excited, the beating heart slowly calmed down.

This is the path he has walked!

When he was a teenager in the past, in the family, he walked through it year after year.

It's just that, even if you have walked through, even if you have already reached the steps far above the condensation realm, seeing these few words, there is still an uncontrollable amazement in the Gan Cong style.

These are the words he can't say.

This is a word that no one can say in the family library that has stored records from generation to generation.

These are extremely brief words, this is simply the purpose of the cultivation of the Condensation Realm, it is so appropriate that it can't be more appropriate, and it can't be more concise, looking at it carefully, tasting it carefully, it seems that it is even easier to say a word.

"This is the 'Sutra'!"

Gan Congshi said silently in his heart.

This is the purpose of condensation, but it is not only the purpose of condensation, but it can also run through all stages of cultivation.

At least, there is no problem with his current level of cultivation.

Looking at these lines, Gan Congshi instantly felt that the family's teachings about the younger generations, those teachings condensed and summarized by generations, seemed to have become dregs, lost their taste, and lost their color.

But......

This is something that only those who have come before can understand and deeply understand.

True teaching to children these, they ......

Will you understand?

Even if he understood, would he have all the experiences he had when he saw this at this time?

Gan Congshi didn't know.

But the next moment, Gan Congshi suddenly shook his head and smiled.

"This is what Xiao Lingzi wrote to me. ”

"I know that. ”

"He understands me. ”

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