Chapter 5 Lingbao Sutra

in the classroom.

Chen Qingshi looked at the blue book in his hand with a solemn face, and the corners of the booklet were quite neat, and the three big characters of "Lingbao Sutra" were written on it. There are all kinds of unspeakable stains on the cover, according to Su Xiaoya, it is the result of her pressing instant noodles on weekdays.

Peerless miracles are generally inconspicuous.

He comforted himself in this way, took a deep breath, and then opened the thread-bound book and read it word for word.

At the end of four classes in the morning, he finally finished reading the three volumes of about 20,000 words of the Lingbao Sutra, and then felt that his IQ had been greatly challenged.

What the hell?

What kind of great way, high and supreme, supreme above it......

Lunch break, rooftop.

"How did you practice this heavenly book?"

As the leader of the underworld forces of the Daoist Academy, Su Xiaoya naturally occupied this feng shui treasure, and no one dared to come up and disturb it. Chen Qingshi took the lunch box she bought from the canteen and asked shamelessly.

"Ah, you don't even understand that simple, I'll tell you from the beginning......"

Su Xiaoya took out the bubble noodles that she had specially brought home from Chen Qingshi's arms, and bound the book with thread on the table legs, starting from the strokes of the talisman on the first page, and then to the golden jade text...... Balabala said a lot.

“...... By pushing it by this way, the avenue can be known. ”

After Chen Qingshi listened, he felt that it should not be his IQ problem, but Su Xiaoya's understanding angle was different from his.

"Can this scripture book really be cultivated?"

But he is still a little unwilling, after all, his girlfriend is invincible all over Shili Street, and he is a real undefeated god of war, and his strength is there.

"Of course, when I was eight years old, I picked up the book from an old woman at a used book stall. After reading through, he opened Su Hui, practiced Qi in one month, built a foundation in half a year, Jin Dan in three years, and was in the holy womb for five years. ”

While Su Xiaoya was talking, she didn't forget to nibble on the pig's trotter rice she ordered, she is a well-known carnivore.

"It's all nonsense, the warlock system set by the three sages doesn't have these realms of practicing qi and building foundations. ”

Chen Qingshi has been exposed to it since he was a child, and he knows the three major realms of warlocks. Su Xiaoya's terms are like the martial arts system in Kunlun before it was unified and in the old society.

"Then I don't know, anyway, one of my life weapons has become the 'Ascension Talisman'. As long as it is triggered, you can leave this world. ”

Su Xiaoya finally finished gnawing a whole pig's trotter and threw the smooth bones to a poor black cat in the corner of the rooftop.

"And when are you going to ascend?"

Chen Qingshi ate his salad slowly, and after entering the Taoist Academy, he was a little lax and gave up the craft of electric welding. He gained five pounds in three years, and in order to maintain a good figure, he has paid attention to recipes since this year.

After all, he eats with his face and body.

"I don't know, I haven't been cultivating anymore. But I guess the realm has arrived, even if I sleep every day, I can feel my strength improve after waking up. ”

The girl took out a tissue from her pink schoolbag in annoyance, wiped the oil and water on her mouth, and the words she said made Chen Qingshi almost cry.

He was still worrying about how to practice and activate the life weapon, but this person was already trying to find a way to suppress his cultivation progress.

Why is the gap between this person and man so big?

"Anyway, according to my estimates, in about a year or so, the spiritual power of the Ascension Talisman will be automatically filled, and then I will forcibly ascend. ”

Su Xiaoya pouted a little angrily, she knew that in this way, she would not practice the "Spirit Treasure Sutra".

How can cultivating immortals have a wonderful taste of love.

After eating the salad in the lunch box like chewing wax, Chen Qingshi took the thread-bound book handed over by his girlfriend.

He really wanted to throw away this broken book, but thinking that in the future, after the alchemy cultivation was completed, maybe he could use the system to forcibly cultivate, so he kept a thought and put it in his arms.

"Since you can practice it, there must be something in this book. ”

Although this scripture is a bit too concise and concise, Chen Qingshi can't understand it. But after all, there are ready-made positive examples in front of him, and he can't believe it.

can only admit that there is a little gap between his talent and his girlfriend.

"Maybe after I ascend up, I will be able to find the inheritance sect of this scripture, Liangyi Palace, and when the time comes, I will use the all-round machine to tell you. ”

Su Xiaoya didn't feel it at all, she was very strange.

Chen Qingshi flipped to the back of the Lingbao Sutra, and there was a barcode and pricing in the lower left corner, as well as the author and publisher.

[Dao Realm Liangyi Palace Holy Land Third Edition, Thirteen Generations of Masters Jie Qingsi Revision]

After taking out the metal piece and entering various key nouns in the search interface, it was all 404.

There is a problem.

This means that there is such content, but it is blocked.

Dao Realm?

What kind of region is this?

Liangyi Palace should be the name of a force, go back and let the old lady check it.

Those who can inherit the thirteen generations must be the old forces of the Eastern and Western Kunlun Dynasty era. After all, the Federation is only three hundred years old.

The Holy Land must be plastered in the face by the publisher, and the only people in the Kunlun Federation who dare to call it "holy" are the three sages, and at most the "holy king" of Li Jiang.

As for the terms "third edition" and "revision", they all strongly reveal the unreliability of this scripture.

"The fourth session in the afternoon is Sister Hua's poison identification class, do you want to take it?"

The teachers of the Taoist Academy have the great responsibility of guiding the future flowers of mankind, and naturally they are not idle people who can take on it.

All are full members of the Eight Ministries, or retirees.

Chen Qinghua graduated early last year with excellent grades and was invited to join the plague department. Because the shuttle bus to the main hospital for further study is once every six years, she has to stay in Makino Castle for a year.

Therefore, while performing the task, he was also assigned by the dean to serve as a teacher and lecturer.

After all, the eight masters of the Seven Cities of the East China Sea have all gone to Yuwangguan, and there is a shortage of manpower.

"Oh, then skip class. ”

Hearing that it was his own person in class, Chen Qingshi immediately made a decision, and Su Xiaoya naturally raised her hands in approval.

"Where are we going?"

"Play and play, you know how to play. ”

Chen Qingshi, who worked hard, reprimanded his girlfriend, and then took out a piece of metal and contacted an uncle at the Foundry Bureau, saying that his father asked him not to forget the traditional arts of the Chen family and strike more iron.

Drip, drip!

Blacksmith Chen still had face, and after a few words, he got the gate code of the No. 3 workshop.

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After the class bell rang, Chen Qinghua wore a simple black suit and walked to the podium with the handouts.

"...... first"

As soon as she wanted to say the roll call, she saw two empty seats on the table between her brother and Su Xiaoya.

With a "snap", he pinched the chalk in his hand, but still told himself not to be angry and to be a teacher.

"Let's go to class. ”

The nirvana of the new teacher to make the students go to class was directly omitted, and the roll call was named.

Chen Qinghua took a deep breath, raised her head, inserted the courseware into the projector with a smile, and started to operate it with her own metal piece.