"Open a room?"

Guangde was stunned.

"Bah, master, don't listen to Shi Chen's nonsense, it's not to open a room, it's for you to find three rooms for us. ”

Li Shuangshuang hurriedly explained, and glared at Shi Chen angrily after speaking.

Guangde was a little surprised, "What's the matter, the two female donors also want to stay in the temple?"

"The surroundings of Nanmu Temple are excellent and suitable for recuperation. So we want to stay a few more days, I wonder if it's convenient for the master?"

Ye Qingwei said this, this is the result of their discussion just now.

After this trip to the temple, the relationship between the two sides was further closer, and not long after Guangde left the living room, Shi Chen brought up Ye Qingwei's illness again.

This time, Ye Qingwei didn't suspect it anymore, and asked Shi Chen to check it on the spot, and sure enough, Shi Chen quickly found out what was wrong.

Ye Qingwei was not sick, she was poisoned, and she was poisoned by a strange Gu poison.

This frightened her, and begged Shi Chen to cure her no matter what, Shi Chen couldn't refuse, so he could only let her follow him first.

Therefore, Shi Chen stayed in Nanwu Temple, and Ye Qingwei could only stay.

And Li Shuangshuang also asked the company for leave in order to accompany Ye Qingwei.

So, none of the three left.

Shi Chen's guest room is in the east wing, while Ye Qingwei and the two live in the west wing, and there is a garden between the two sides, and the environment is also elegant.

Taking advantage of Ye Qingwei's efforts to tidy up the room, Shi Chen returned to his room alone.

As soon as he entered, he locked the door behind him, went to the window and closed the curtains, and the room suddenly became a little dark.

Shi Chen stood behind the door and listened for a while, making sure that there was no movement outside, before finally walking to the side of the bed and sitting down.

He took out the jade box he had just gotten, opened the lid, picked up the pill with his fingers, sniffed it casually and put it aside.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the yellow silk at the bottom of the box, unfolded it three or two times, and held it in front of his eyes with both hands, faintly excited.

That's right, it wasn't Yuanyang Dan that excited him, but this inconspicuous, cushioned yellow silk.

If Shi Chen didn't have a spiritual eye, he might also be like Guangyun and them, and abandon him like a shoe.

At this moment, this yellow silk flashed with a strong light in his eyes, and the golden words, like tadpoles on the surface, were all displayed in front of him.

"The Great Day is like a meridian!"

Shi Chen looked carefully at the words on the yellow silk and read them word by word.

"The three powers, with the power of my merits, the power of blessings, and the power of the Dharma realm, all over the realm of sentient beings. ”

"What's the use of that?"

Shi Chen's eyes were filled with doubts, this is just a few ordinary Buddhist verses, many people who study Buddhism know it, and there is nothing unusual.

Thinking that it was some kind of hidden exercise, it turned out to be just a cultural relic, Shi Chen shook his head with regret.

That's right, it's because I've thought about it a lot, if it's really a supreme exercise, how can it be given to me plainly, and people are not stupid.

After laughing at himself, Shi Chen was about to put the yellow silk away, but suddenly his expression was shocked.

"It's ......"

His eyes widened suddenly, and a wisp of essence erupted, this yellow silk was actually devouring his true qi!

Huang Juan was like a powerful water pump, frantically pumping out the true qi in his dantian without stopping for a moment.

"What's going on?"

This sudden scene made Shi Chen subconsciously look down at the yellow silk in his hand.

I saw that as the aura was continuously absorbed, the golden light on the yellow silk became more and more vigorous.

In the end, the words written as Buddha verses seemed to come to life, turning into small golden tadpoles, swimming back and forth on the yellow silk.

The changes in these characters are not chaotic, but in an orderly direction, as if they were going to be arranged in some pattern.

After watching it for a while, Shi Chen had a clear understanding in his heart, as long as these words were arranged, Huang Juan would no longer breathe his true qi.

Thinking of this, he suddenly increased the amount of true qi delivered.

Under his deliberate actions, Huang Juan's absorption of true qi was much faster than the passive extraction just now, and those words became more lively and fast.

The pattern was arranged quickly, and it was a golden Buddha shadow meditating cross-legged, and when this shadow appeared, the suction power of the yellow silk devouring true qi really disappeared without a trace.

Shi Chen had never been in contact with this kind of supernatural event, and he held the yellow silk and looked at it in a daze for a long time, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a smile.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

This is actually a picture of the inner strength of cultivating true qi!

Whether it is the acupuncture points on the Buddha's shadow, or the connected meridians, or the halo flowing along the meridians, all show that this is what Shi Chen has always dreamed of.

"There are not only pictures on it, but also descriptions. ”

Shi Chen whispered to himself, "Let me see...... The cathode and yang are born, the rigidity and softness are combined, the yuan is hugged by one, the body is in Jiuyang, and the Jiuyang Sutra is the first. ”

"It turned out to be the Jiuyang True Sutra, one of the two supreme mental methods of Buddhism and martial arts. ”

After reading it, Shi Chen's face immediately showed a hint of joy, even if he was not familiar with the martial arts world, he had also heard of the two great masters of the Buddhist Martial Sect Ancient Shaolin.

One is the "Yijin Sutra", and the other is this "Jiuyang Sutra", which can be called the treasure of martial arts, and there is no one who does not want to learn martial arts.

It's just that these two kinds of mastery have been passed down to the late Ming Dynasty, and they have all been lost, and it is difficult to find any trace in the world.

So much so that in the Qing Dynasty, there were no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys were called kings, and a copy of the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" became the highest mastery of Buddhism.

Shi Chen didn't expect that he was just here to try his luck and get the legendary mastery hundreds of years ago.

He was sure that if this exercise was released, the people in the martial arts world would definitely be willing to set off a bloody storm for it.

But of course Shi Chen wouldn't do that, the news was really going to be released, and the first person to be killed was himself.

After reading it several times, Shi Chen finally wrote down all the keys to cultivation.

He took a deep breath, carefully tucked away the yellow silk, and then opened the door and walked out.

This is not a good time to cultivate, not to mention that Ye Qingwei and the others will come to him at any time, this room itself is not safe, God knows what will happen when he is cultivating.

On other people's territory, rest assured and bold to cultivate other people's mastery, and not afraid of being discovered by others, Shi Chen is not stupid enough to do that.

He had already made a decision, and planned to go out alone to find a hidden place to cultivate after dark, which was the safest way.

It was already afternoon at this moment, and Shi Chen took the initiative to invite Ye Qingwei and the two to take a new walk around the temple.

The scope of their tour was much larger than that of noon, and by the time they returned to the temple, it was already time for dinner.

After dinner and a little more chatting, the three of them went back to their rooms.

After ten o'clock, Shi Chen got off the bed lightly, quickly put on his clothes, and quietly slipped out the door.

The walls of the monastery were not difficult for him, and he quickly climbed outside, looked in one direction, and ran quickly down the mountain.