The sun was hanging high, the sun was shining on the ground, and stepping on the mottled shadows of the trees, Wang Yi came to the foot of the Great Avenue Peak. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The peak of the avenue is three hundred and sixty-five zhang high, steep and steep all around, the mountain rocks are craggy, and the top of the mountain is flat and open, as if it was formed after being cut off the top of the mountain with a sword.

There is only one way for monks to go up to the Great Dao Peak, this road is located on the east side of the Great Dao Peak, it is a large road composed of 3,650 steps, which can allow ten people to walk side by side at the same time without being crowded, this road is called the path by the monks of the Zhenhai Sect.

At the foot of the mountain, Wang Yi raised his head slightly, looked at the stairs leading to the top of the mountain, and stepped directly on it without hesitation.

With a foot on it, Wang Yi's face changed slightly, although he had already known the mystery of finding the road from the jade slip, but when he really experienced this feeling, Wang Yi still felt slightly uncomfortable.

After all, as a monk, he was accustomed to the feeling of true qi in his body, but now he suddenly lost it, just like a rich man with a lot of money suddenly lost all his property and became poor and white, the gap between the two was too big, so big that Wang Yi suddenly felt a little flustered.

It was only at this time that Wang Yi realized that he had removed his true qi, and he was still a mortal, and he would be afraid and panicked, but Wang Yi quickly regained his composure, after all, he had long known that his true qi had not really been lost, but was only temporarily sealed.

The panic just now was just because of the loss of true qi and the body was not used to it for a while. Wang Yi, who had calmed down, couldn't help but look at the black staircase under his feet, only to see that it was dark and unpretentious, and even the sunlight shining on it did not bring a trace of light, as if it had been absorbed by the black stone.

Wang Yi, who had seen the jade slip, knew that the search for the road was not an ordinary climbing staircase, and its entire body was made of forbidden spirit stones. The forbidden spirit stone is a strange thing in the cultivation realm, born in the land of the absolute spirit, inky black, which can imprison the true qi of the monk below the crystal stage, so that the monk is like a mortal, but the forbidden spirit stone is not of great use in the cultivation realm, because only when it comes into contact with the monk's body, the forbidden spirit stone can play the role of imprisoning the monk's true qi.

Of course, this is not to say that the value of the forbidden spirit stone is not high, just that its use is relatively narrow, due to the scarcity of the number of forbidden spirit stones, it is difficult to obtain, so its value has been high, but because of its chicken rib effect, generally no monk will buy or collect the forbidden spirit stone.

Only a great sect like Zhenhai Sect could collect so many forbidden spirit stones and pave this staircase that was three thousand six hundred and fifty steps long.

Looking at the forbidden spirit stone under his feet, and then at the top of the mountain, Wang Yi climbed the stairs again.

When the sun was in the west and the sunset was red, Wang Yi climbed to the top of the mountain.

At this time, Wang Yi's face was slightly red, panting, and sweating, after all, without true qi, Wang Yi's body was stronger than that of mortals.

Although he was very tired, Wang Yi was still very happy, after all, he finally reached the top, although the process was a little difficult, but what are these worth?

In fact, the Zhenhai Sect spent a lot of effort to build the path in order to make the monks remember that the road was difficult, and they could not slack off at all times, let alone be anxious because they could easily obtain the inheritance.

However, this also leads to the fact that when there is a sermon, the monks of the Great Dao Peak gather, and when there is no sermon, it is cold and cold, and almost no monks will come.

And now it is the middle of June, which is the time when Daofeng is the most deserted.

On the top of the mountain, stepping on the flat ground, Wang Yi looked around.

The top of the avenue peak is flat and open, boundless, the ground is paved by bluestone as a whole, there is a big tree in the center of the top of the mountain, the tree is 100 meters high, the branches are luxuriant, the root is like a dragon, under the big tree, there is a stone platform, one zhang high, there is a bluestone futon on the platform, which can be used for the preaching monk to sit cross, and under the stone platform, there are three hundred bluestone futons, around its periphery.

Although there was no one here at this time, Wang Yi could still imagine the scene of a real person sitting on the stage and all the monks sitting under the stage, discussing the Tao together. Thinking of these, Wang Yi couldn't help but yearn for a little, this kind of life of sitting and talking about the Tao is the life of a monk.

After looking at the platform and stepping out of the shadow of the big tree, Wang Yi saw a dangerous building standing on the edge of the cliff.

The dangerous building is 100 feet high, there is an octagonal canopy on the top of the building, it is divided into three layers, the whole is vermilion, half of the body is stretched out of the cliff, and stands suspended in the air.

Walking to the front of the building, Wang Yi found that there was a plaque above the main entrance, which said Juwei Building, and there was a sentence on the left and right sides of the door, on the left, "the avenue is on the peak to find the avenue", and on the right is "looking at longevity in the dangerous building".

After savoring these two sentences, Wang Yi pushed the door and walked in.

The furnishings in the building are very simple, there is no fairy scene imagined by Wang Yi, only a simple eight rows of bookshelves, four rows on the left and right, just like the library of ordinary people, but the bookshelf is not a paper book, but a crystal jade slip.

When Wang Yi pushed the door in, a female cultivator standing behind the counter on the right side of the door looked up at Wang Yi, but after just a glance, she stopped paying attention, and once again turned her eyes to the book in her hand, and looked at it with relish, as if it was a waste of time to look at Wang Yi more.

Wang Yi couldn't help but glance at this woman, only to see that she looked down at the book, there were a few wisps of green silk on her shoulders, and her face was delicate.

However, Wang Yi only glanced at it a few times and stopped looking at it more, although Wang Yi sighed for this woman's temperament in his heart, but he didn't come here to appreciate the beauty, but to find exercises.

Wang Yi knew that his target was on the first floor, according to the records of the jade slips, the Tibetan Dharma Pavilion was divided into three floors, the first floor was a collection of practice inheritance, the second floor was a collection of magic classics, and the third floor was a collection of various secret books and fragments.

Shuttling between the various bookshelves, Wang Yi felt a little headache for a while, although there were only eight rows of bookshelves, but the jade slips were more than 10 million, and there were no signs on the bookshelves at all, and the monks could only probe their divine sense into them if they wanted to know the contents of the jade slips, and check them one by one.

Of course, what the monk can see is only the introduction of the jade slip, and it is impossible to see the text, because the jade slip is forbidden by the Zhenhai Sect, and the monk can only see the real content inside after the jade slip is selected and the ban is lifted.

After looking around for half an hour, Wang Yi still didn't find what he was looking for, and at this moment the female cultivator who was reading the book spoke.

"What are you looking for?", the words were flat, the voice was soft and soft, but with a kind of cleanliness, revealing an intellectual beauty.

Wang Yi hesitated for a moment, but still spoke: "The Great Dry Glory Sutra"

Hearing the words blurted out by Wang Yi, the nun glanced at Wang Yi in surprise, and it was only then that Wang Yi found that the nun had a pair of beautiful eyes, which were like water, gentle and profound.

Although the woman was a little surprised that Wang Yi wanted to find the Great Kurong Sutra, after all, the difficulty of cultivating the Great Kurong Sutra was also well-known in the Three Classics and Four Canons, but the woman still said cleanly:

"From the right, the fourth bookshelf in the sixth row, on the second floor. “