Jiang Pingchuan is now in the center of the lake, and his feet began to ripple, constantly raising Jiang Pingchuan's body, feeling the changes under his feet, and looking straight ahead with a smile on his face.

At the foot of Jiang Pingchuan, the lake flooded into a water lotus, the lotus flower is crystal clear, with the halo of water spirit, the lake water continues to gush out from the lotus heart, and slowly flows into the Huaxian Lake along the petals, the water of the Huaxian Lake is no longer colorful changes, but with the water gushing out of the lotus flower becomes very clear.

The smoke on the lake faded, Jiang Pingchuan saw thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and part of the water gushing out of the lotus heart rolled Jiang Pingchuan in a water chrysalis along Jiang Pingchuan's feet, rotating rapidly, and making a sneering sound from time to time.

Jiang Pingchuan watched his body being baptized by the lotus heart, he didn't know how many years he had spent here, but he just reflected the surface of the lake and saw that his whole body was in tatters, his toes broke through the cloth shoes, the pants became knee-length pants, and the robe became a horse coat.

Just when Jiang Pingchuan was embarrassed by this, he went to find that he was covered by lotus heart water, and a pair of silver-white leather boots appeared, purple fine lines surrounded by a faint silver light, Jiang Pingchuan opened his mind and opened his arms so that his whole body was covered by lotus heart water, the lower body was silver-white brocade pants, the upper body was surrounded by silver-white robes with lilac patterns, and the brocade belt inlaid with nine pieces of white jade around his waist.

Looking at his own outfit, the whole body was filled with silver light, majestic and inviolable, Jiang Pingchuan threw off his robe and stepped out of the lotus, and as soon as his toes touched the water, there was a lotus flower the size of the sole of his foot, which quickly derived and supported Jiang Pingchuan's footsteps.

Jiang Pingchuan walked to the shore and was about to take a step to leave, but found a teenager lying in the grass by the lake, Jiang Pingchuan walked over and squatted on the ground, looking at the young man lying on the ground with a puzzled face, the one lying on the ground was obviously himself, but he himself was obviously squatting here now, Jiang Pingchuan had doubts, reached out and slapped Jiang Pingchuan on the face who was lying on the ground, slapped twice, and suddenly felt a suction force absorbing himself.

"Ouch" Jiang Pingchuan covered his face and sat up from the grass, recalling the scene just now, he seemed to be really dreaming, but he was not dreaming, because he had really grown up, and the clothes on his body had changed, not the silver glittering outfit, but a white satin robe and white mink boots, which did not emit the slightest light, and was no different from ordinary satin.

Jiang Pingchuan stood up and patted his buttocks, glanced around the grass, and saw a crystal fish struggling in the grass, Jiang Pingchuan picked up the fish with his hand and gently put it into the water, the fish swam around twice in front of Jiang Pingchuan with a fish tail, jumped up and pounced on Jiang Pingchuan.

Jiang Pingchuan caught the fish with his hand, spread out his palm, and there was a crystal clear fish-shaped jade pendant with silver light lying in the palm of his palm, and the small fish had a silver ribbon in his mouth, Jiang Pingchuan pulled the ribbon apart and hung the jade pendant on his waist, and now he bent down deeply by the lake and turned to leave, he wanted to find his true self, Jiang Pingchuan who fell asleep in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was his true body.

Jiang Pingchuan walked in this space, what he was looking for was the location of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and he didn't know how far he had walked Jiang Pingchuan only to find that the space he was in was not the world where he really was, and no matter how he walked, it was impossible to get out.

Jiang Pingchuan simply gave up and continued to walk aimlessly, but sat cross-legged on the ground and studied the scriptures arranged in the golden characters in his mind, although he didn't know what the purpose of this scripture was, but he knew that the golden characters would definitely be able to help him get out of here if he conjured this scripture at this time.

Jiang Pingchuan carefully opened his mouth to read the contents of the golden characters, he felt that his eyes were slightly swollen, Jiang Pingchuan reached out and rubbed his eyes, and when he looked forward again, there was a different scene in front of him.

Jiang Pingchuan happily stood up and looked at the scenery in front of him, in front of him was the ancient road of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Maoshan Road, where he had lived for many years, Jiang Pingchuan walked on this ancient road step by step with his own steps, the ancient road in his eyes was lush and the spiritual grass of enlightenment was growing luxuriantly, Jiang Pingchuan breathed the vitality exuded by the whole road and walked into the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Jiang Pingchuan stood in front of the towering green wood tree, looked at the trunk that was still dying, and reached out and gently stroked the trunk, this feeling of entering his hands was like he had met this green tree a long time ago.

Jiang Pingchuan walked around the green wood tree, and noticed that there was a small green wood branch growing at the root of the green wood tree, which was crisp and glowing with a faint green light, Jiang Pingchuan squatted on the ground and watched the newborn green tree suddenly the ground under his feet was a little abnormal.

Jiang Pingchuan lowered his head and watched, he saw that it was his fish-shaped jade pendant hanging down to the ground, this piece of ground began to become a little wet, the branches of the Aoki tree that were originally crisp and glowing with green light became thick green with a faint purple light, Jiang Pingchuan reached out and stroked the branches of the Aoki tree, stood up and walked to the door of the Scripture Pavilion.

Standing in front of the door, Jiang Pingchuan still clearly remembered what happened when he and Maoqiu stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion that day, the situation in the Spiritual Pavilion resurfaced in front of him again, Jiang Pingchuan smiled and shook his head, he hadn't recovered the hairball yet, in fact, he felt that when he woke up from this dream, he would seriously look for the mystery in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Thinking of this, Jiang Pingchuan pushed the door and walked in, and the moment he opened the door, he saw that the hall was still empty, except for the young man who was sitting on the reed in front of him and facing the eight words that kept meditating, Jiang Pingchuan stood behind the young man and looked at the eight words in front of him: "The place where the scriptures are hidden, cultivate the mind and enlighten the Tao".

Jiang Pingchuan reached out and patted the young man's shoulder The familiar suction appeared again, and Jiang Pingchuan saw the young man sitting on the reed before disappearing, and his eyelids loosened slightly.

Jiang Pingchuan sat on the reed, opened his eyes, rubbed his waist vigorously, he felt that his dream was too bizarre, except for his head being slightly swollen, he felt that his whole person had undergone a huge change, Jiang Pingchuan looked down at his body and suddenly was a little stunned, everything in his dream was real.

He has really grown up, and what he is wearing is no longer the Taoist robe he wore on the day he entered the Scripture Pavilion, but the white robe he wore in his sleep.

Jiang Pingchuan stood up, looked at his grown body, and felt the wind blowing in front of him, Jiang Pingchuan raised his head and looked at the eight words in front of him, the eight words kept spinning, Jiang Pingchuan slowly stretched out his palm and waved it in front of him, and the eight words in front of him had long been gone.

What appeared in front of him was a row of bookshelves, the shelves were full of ancient books, Jiang Pingchuan saw these scriptures that he had longed for for a long time, these were the ten thousand ancient books that Maoshan Dao had included in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion since the creation of the school.

Jiang Pingchuan walked to the first row of bookshelves, reached out and picked up the first ancient book, opened it and looked at the runes on it, just saw the first rune, the ancient book in his hand suddenly faded slowly, and all the runes on it disappeared.

Jiang Pingchuan hurriedly flipped through the chapters in his heart, but found that the speed of turning the book could not catch up with the speed of the characters disappearing, Jiang Pingchuan watched the ancient book in his hand slowly become blank, and after the characters on the last page of the ancient book disappeared, the ancient book in Jiang Pingchuan's hand seemed to have been placed for too long and decayed, turning into slag and scattered on the ground.

Jiang Pingchuan squatted on the ground and looked at the debris all over the ground, slowly stretched out his hand and slapped it towards the remaining bookshelf in front of him, a huge wind rushed out of Jiang Pingchuan's hand, and all the bookshelves in front of him were blown to the ground by the wind, and thousands of ancient books were scattered on the ground, and instantly turned into powder and spread on the ground.

Jiang Pingchuan stood up puzzled and stared at the mess of the Scripture Pavilion in front of him, he didn't understand why he couldn't read these ancient books and scriptures, and what was the difference between the powdered scriptures scattered in front of him and the empty Scripture Pavilion before.

Jiang Pingchuan stood in the center of the main hall and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, he didn't know how long he had been in that dream, he could only vaguely think that when he was dreaming, the migratory birds outside the window chirped ten times, Jiang Pingchuan opened his eyes and looked at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in front of him, there was nothing, not even those powders.

Jiang Pingchuan remembered that the Hou bird cried ten times, which meant that he had been in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for ten years, and he remembered that Yan Qingxia had said that he had realized one by one in ten years, and opened one by one, which means that he should be able to walk out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion now, but the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in front of him was still tightly closed, which meant that he was not qualified to walk out of the Scripture Pavilion now.

Jiang Pingchuan sat on the ground in confusion, the surrounding hall was still empty, he had been in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for ten years, he had been cultivating for fifteen years, and now he hadn't even touched the threshold of the Qi Cultivation Realm, Jiang Pingchuan remembered his grandfather, his grandfather, his brother, hairballs and his own little flowers.

Xiaohua is about to reach the age of marriage, and now she is still in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with no way to go to the sky and no way to enter the ground, Jiang Pingchuan sighed and looked at the hall, the current hall is even more deserted than when he first came, but he doesn't even have those eight words.

Jiang Pingchuan looked at the empty hall, there was a wind in front of his eyes, this wind loomed, Jiang Pingchuan thought that he was wrong, thinking of this, Jiang Pingchuan read the rune he saw under the green vine tree before entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and a touch of purple flashed in his eyes.

He saw the looming wind in front of him, it was not the wind, it was a transparent ancient book that kept spinning, Jiang Pingchuan stretched out his hands, the ancient book in the air slowly floated towards Jiang Pingchuan and gently fell on Jiang Pingchuan's hand, Jiang Pingchuan felt that the ancient book in his hand was very light, lighter than a feather.

Jiang Pingchuan looked at the ancient book in his hand, the two Sanskrit words of "Ten Thousand Laws" were printed on the first page of the ancient book, Jiang Pingchuan felt a carnival in his heart, he knew that this was the Ten Thousand Laws of Cultivation in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, he thought wrong, or many people thought wrong.

Everyone has always thought that there are ten thousand monastic techniques hidden in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but they never thought that there is only one ancient book in this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it is "Ten Thousand Laws", a book contains ten thousand cultivation exercises of Maoshan Dao, Jiang Pingchuan opened the "Ten Thousand Laws" and looked at the first sentence, get ten thousand laws, cultivate ten thousand ways, cultivate oneself, cultivate one's heart, cross oneself, cross the common people, reverse ten thousand laws, cultivate all things, kill the body, kill the heart, punish the immortals, punish the demons, punish the ten thousand spirits, follow the ten thousand laws, shun the sky, shun the earth, follow the heart, and follow all things.

Jiang Pingchuan looked at a model article imprinted on the first page, which has a gang qi and a murderous aura, and the gang qi can calm the chaos of the world and look down on all souls, and murderous and murderous gods and demons and eyes the sky.

Jiang Pingchuan can feel that this is the power and essence of the ten thousand laws, the different states of mind of the cultivators, the power of the ten thousand laws is also different, the cultivator will use the ten thousand laws to kill if he has the intention of killing, and the cultivator will follow the ten thousand laws when he has good thoughts in his heart.

It's just that Jiang Pingchuan has some doubts, how to calm the world without absolute strength, but with absolute strength, he has to keep killing, he suddenly feels that the "Ten Thousand Laws" in his hands is very heavy, he is afraid that he will not be able to stick to his heart all the time when he cultivates ten thousand laws, after all, on this first page, he felt the huge temptation of the "Ten Thousand Laws" passed on to him.

Jiang Pingchuan tried to open the last page of "Ten Thousand Laws", but when he picked up the ancient book, he found that the book was only two pages, and he couldn't understand why the book couldn't preview its last page in advance.

Just when Jiang Pingchuan was puzzled, he saw that the runes on the first page of the ancient book began to change, and a new scripture emerged, cultivating ten thousand laws, if you are smooth, the sky will protect and all spirits will worship, and if you are reverse, you will be rejected by the sky and sink for eternity.

Jiang Pingchuan's eyes began to sting, and he seemed to feel an inexplicable will to crush him, just because he had a preview of the last page of the "Ten Thousand Laws" in his heart, he had already begun to be noticed by the sky, and he wanted to erase him.

Jiang Pingchuan suddenly hated the sky above his head in his heart at this time.