Jiang Pingchuan followed Jiang Xingtian and turned around, and when he was about to leave, there was a loud bang behind him, and the ground shook violently, and at the same time, they also heard Yan Qingxia's voice, and the two of them turned around and looked at Yan Qingxia.

What caught his eye was not Yan Qingxia, but the huge ancient door behind Yan Qingxia, the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion slowly opened, Yan Qingxia looked at this scene in front of him in shock, he had never encountered this situation for many years here, if it weren't for the fact that he knew the Hidden Scripture Pavilion better than anyone else.

He had to wonder if the palace gate was a show of amusement, when he looked at Jiang Xingtian and Jiang Pingchuan at the bottom of the steps with an incredulous face, and the two of them looked at him with blank faces, Yan Qingxia thought for a moment and laughed.

"I don't know what happened to the Lord of the Yan Pavilion to stop my ancestors and grandchildren?" Jiang Xingtian pulled Jiang Pingchuan and turned around to look at Yan Qingxia who was standing on the stone steps with a smile on his face, the two ancestors and grandsons came this time in order to let Jiang Pingchuan enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read books and enlighten the Tao.

However, Jiang Pingchuan did not cause the slightest vision on the Nine Dragons Cultivation God Stage, in fact, this was the result that Jiang Xingtian and Yan Qingxia had already expected in their hearts, because they didn't know how Jiang Pingchuan could leap from a realm where the physical constraints were unbroken to a monk in the second realm of qi training.

However, on the contrary, it did not cause the manifestation vision of the Nine Dragons Yushen Terrace, which made Jiang Pingchuan very puzzled, and now seeing the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that had been opened, a smile rose on the corner of the little guy's mouth.

"Elder Jiang, Pingchuan can enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, although I don't know how he passed the recognition of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but I know that the reason why this door is opened means that it has recognized Pingchuan, so Pingchuan can enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read books and enlighten the Dao."

Yan Qingxia stroked his beard and nodded at Jiang Pingchuan with a smile, Jiang Xingtian looked at Jiang Pingchuan in shock when he heard Yan Qingxia's words, obviously they thought that the loud noise and tremor just now was the recognition of his grandson by the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Grandpa, since the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has approved me, you can go back first, let the hairball accompany me" Jiang Pingchuan sent Jiang Xingtian's hand, looking at Jiang Xingtian with an old face and a very happy expression in front of him, Jiang Pingchuan secretly swore that he must learn something in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, become a master, and belong to a fine.

Jiang Xingtian touched Jiang Pingchuan's small bun and nodded, turned around and walked to the door, with his back to Jiang Pingchuan Jiang Xingtian was silent at the door for a long time, Yan Qingxia looked at it with some bitterness in his eyes, he felt that Jiang Xingtian was a poor person, a good family, now except for Jiang Pingchuan to stay by his side, the rest of the people are uncertain about life and death, and now Jiang Pingchuan is going to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to observe the scriptures and enlighten the Tao, it can be said that Jiang Xingtian is alone when he walks out of this door today.

"Elder Jiang rest assured, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a treasure land where the avenues gather, and the opportunities are endless, and the cultivation all the way depends on the heart and understanding, and the understanding is the most important opportunity, everyone has their own life, so why should you worry?"

Yan Qingxia looked at Jiang Xingtian's back and said slowly, Jiang Xingtian nodded when he heard this, and walked out of the stone gate, and at the moment when the stone gate closed, Jiang Pingchuan returned to see Jiang Xingtian, who was no longer a fierce law enforcement elder.

His slightly rickety body was more like an ordinary person who had reached the pleasure of family, until the stone gate was completely closed, Jiang Pingchuan kicked the hairball on the ground and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the hairball opened his beast eyes, stared at Jiang Pingchuan with red firelight, but stayed motionless in place.

"Maoqiu, keep up" Jiang Pingchuan looked back at the fat cat squatting on the ground with a displeased face and said, he still had a lot of questions to ask Yan Qingxia.

"Hairy monkey, who do you say is the hairball, the old man has a name, and the old man is called...... Forehead...... The name is called ......" The fat cat opened his mouth and made a low and old voice, but when he said his name, his momentum became very funny, sometimes confused, sometimes angry and helpless, and finally he didn't say a name.

Jiang Pingchuan gave the fat cat a big roll of his eyes, and turned to Yan Qingxia, who was full of shock, Yan Qingxia looked at the fat cat under the stone steps incredibly, except for the appearance of a fat cat, and the appearance and behavior were almost completely consistent with people, and he couldn't see through Jiang Pingchuan in front of him for a while, after all, two things that he thought were impossible had happened to him today.

"Pavilion Master, can Pingchuan ask you a few questions before entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion" Jiang Pingchuan straightened his little robe, tilted his head and looked at Yan Qingxia, who had not yet returned to his senses.

"Oh, yes, if Pingchuan has any questions, you might as well say it directly, the old man will know everything, and he will say everything" Yan Qingxia looked back at Jiang Pingchuan in a daze, he knew that the little guy had a lot of puzzles like himself.

"Why didn't I feel the slightest vitality on the ancient road in front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion when I came, and everywhere I saw was a piece of decay, and I couldn't perceive the vitality of Taoism at all?"

Jiang Pingchuan recalled the situation on the ancient road when he came, and still couldn't accept in his heart that there was a rotten atmosphere in front of the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion as the inheritance of Maoshan Dao, Jiang Pingchuan noticed that when he said his question, Yan Qingxia's face trembled slightly and sighed.

"Pingchuan, you don't know, the creatures and vegetation on both sides of the ancient road are all psychic creatures, according to the comprehension of the people who enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read the book and enlighten the Taoist manifestations different breaths, so far no one has been able to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for ten years, and the psychic vegetation outside the door has also become lifeless because of the perennial inability to perceive the comprehension of the people in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the body exudes a rotten atmosphere."

Yan Qingxia looked at a towering tree in the courtyard that had been dead for a long time, the body of the tree was dark and straight into the sky, but now there was only a bare trunk left, showing that it was very lonely.

"In this way, the vegetation outside the door can also sense the comprehension of the cultivators, so in the past, was there anyone who could make the entire ancient road around the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion full of green, purple and red?"

Jiang Pingchuan thought that the vegetation creatures on the ancient road were channeled by the comprehension, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was a transmission hub, and the comprehension channeling displayed by the cultivators who watched the books and enlightened in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was given to the living beings outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, if they were nourished by enough understanding, all the decaying qi outside would disappear and be replaced by a vibrant breath.

"Yes, three thousand years ago, Maoshan Road opened a sect, the founder of Maoshan Road is a peerless and powerful person, cultivation is unfathomable, set up the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion here, the existence of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion after the powerful founder swims between thousands of rivers and mountains, thousands of years later, the great ability to bring a young cultivator named Ling Yunxiao, Ling Yunxiao first entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for ten years of enlightenment, the Zangjing Pavilion outside the Ten miles of psychic vegetation grew wildly, a full of vitality, Ling Yunxiao left Maoshan Road for more than 30 years, and Ling Yunxiao was followed by a thousand years, A young man named Chu Yunge worshiped in the Maoshan Road, broke through the physical constraints within a year, and became a monk in the five realms of Qi training, entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to view the book and enlighten the Tao for ten years, the vegetation around the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is a hundred miles of vegetation in all seasons, and the birds and beasts are full of wisdom, and Chu Yunge also left the Maoshan Road after 29 years of cultivation, and he does not know where to go. The head of the house is just able to do seven miles of vegetation psychic exuding full of vitality, no one has entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for nearly ten years, you are the first, I don't know if it will be the last"

Yan Qingxia sat cross-legged on the stone steps with a stunned expression, and now it seemed that the thousand-year-old inheritance was about to be lost in the hands of his own generation.

"Thank you Pavilion Master for your understanding, it's just that Pingchuan saw that this towering tree had already died, why didn't he cut it down and leave it here to increase the meaning of desolation," Jiang Pingchuan pointed to the dead towering tree in the courtyard and said.

"The origin of this tree is very mysterious, it is said that three thousand years ago it was because the powerful people saw this towering Aoki vine tree to build the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion here, this Aoki Sacred Tree has stood for three thousand years, although it has died, there is still a breath flow in its trunk, but it can no longer stand here, it fell from the sky, took root, and is also a witness of Maoshan Road, I am not qualified to cut it down"

Yan Qingxia looked at Jiang Pingchuan and shook his head and said, Jiang Pingchuan's face changed when he heard this, he bowed to the green tree three times and turned around and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Maoqiu, don't come any more, I'm going in" Jiang Pingchuan looked at the fat cat with stunned eyes, and a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes.

"The old man has a name, the old man really has a name, why can't the old man remember, why, why" The fat cat patted the ground in distress and tried to think about his name, but unfortunately the impatience in his tone showed that he still couldn't recall his name.

"I know you have a name, but you can't remember it, you will be looked down upon if you don't have a name, so I'll call you Maoqiu for the time being, what do you think about Maoqiu" Jiang Pingchuan watched the fat cat walk towards him step by step and said, the fat cat raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

"Who dares to look down on me, if you don't accept the 30,000 rounds of the war, hmph, I'll use the title of hairball for the time being, and I'll talk about it when I remember the old man's real name in the future."

Hairball shook its fat round head and walked to Jiang Pingchuan's side and looked at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in front of him, it could vaguely feel a familiar smell, but it didn't have the slightest memory of this breath, and Hairball felt that there must be something very important in the memory it lost, for example, its name.

"Pingchuan, I'm afraid that this cat of yours can't enter the Scripture Pavilion, and the Scripture Pavilion only recognizes you, which means that only you can enter"

Yan Qingxia looked at the fat hairball on the ground and looked at Jiang Pingchuan with some regret, Jiang Pingchuan was very embarrassed when he heard this, looked at the hairball and then looked at Yan Qingxia, and saw Yan Qingxia shaking his head regretfully, Jiang Pingchuan knew that he was afraid that he could only enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion by himself this time.

"I'm sorry, I still recognize, the old man has no place to ground under the sky and the earth, what kind of broken temple do I want to enter and need recognition?" Maoqiu looked at Yan Qingxia with disdain, stretched out his paws, stroked his beard, and walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion step by step with arrogant steps.

Standing in front of the threshold, he jumped into the Scripture Pavilion and turned his head to reveal a fat and round cat's head, grimacing, his eyes were red, exuding firelight, sticking out his tongue, swaying back and forth, his expression was full of pride, Yan Qingxia covered his temples, and he really began to wonder if the prohibition of the Scripture Pavilion was broken.

A cat can swagger into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, suddenly the corners of Yan Qingxia's eyes kept beating, he saw the tiger shadow behind the hairball, the strength was comparable to him, Yan Qingxia's expression suddenly remembered that Hongwu went out of the mountain that day to investigate the whereabouts of the peak master of the middle Yuan Infant, Yan Qingxia felt that his guess was good, the cat in front of him was the master of the peak of the middle Yuan Infant, no, it was a high cat.

Jiang Pingchuan watched the hairball grimace and showed his fat buttocks, and couldn't help laughing with the constant swing of the tail, looking at Yan Qingxia with a blue face beside him, Jiang Pingchuan couldn't help but smile and bowed to Yan Qingxia.

"Thank you, Lord, Hirakawa farewell"

"Pingchuan, every time you enlighten the Tao, it is ten years, you can't get out of the Scripture Pavilion within ten years, be careful with enlightenment, don't go crazy" Yan Qingxia saw that Jiang Pingchuan had already walked towards the Scripture Pavilion, and hurriedly said, Jiang Pingchuan turned around and bowed to Yan Qingxia again.

"Boom ......"

"Ah...... Roar...... Meow ......"

"The old man is a fairy every day, wooing and mourning......"

As soon as Jiang Pingchuan turned around and bowed to Yan Qingxia, there was a continuous roar in the Scripture Pavilion behind him, Jiang Pingchuan and Yan Qingxia hurriedly looked, but found that the breath around the hairball was very disordered, constantly changing, and passing.

The realm also fell from the peak of the middle of the Yuan Infant to the early stage of the Yuan Infant, and suddenly the surrounding breath instantly became quiet, the hairball felt his realm and sighed, and the originally quiet breath became more manic, and the hairball realm fell directly to the early stage of foundation building, and was sucked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion by the strong suction force inside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Jiang Pingchuan did not dare to hesitate when he saw this, and gritted his teeth and went directly into the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

"Boom ......"

Jiang Pingchuan had just entered the Scripture Pavilion, and the door of the Scripture Pavilion was closed again, Yan Qingxia looked at the tightly closed door, turned around and walked down the stone steps, and a blue light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Yan Qingxia looked along the green light and felt a faint vitality, Yan Qingxia walked under the green wood tree and walked around, and saw a new sprout that had just broken through the ground at the root of the green wood tree, Yan Qingxia glanced at the closed Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and then looked at the new sprouts, got up and walked out of the courtyard with a smile, and as Yan Qingxia walked out, the original location of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion became barren.