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The intense pain made Zhen Xiaochun fall directly to the ground, rolling and smashing directly into the bookshelf next to him.

There was a bang, echoing in the silent library, frightening the people reading in the library.

Someone passed out?

Someone was hurt?

Chinese people have the habit of watching the excitement, and soon, many people gathered around, and the librarian also came.

Several people worked together to remove the bookshelf and saw Zhen Xiaochun slumped to the ground.

At this moment, Zhen Xiaochun was no longer conscious, and the spiritual ocean in his mind was sweeping everywhere, wave after wave, and the sea water had submerged to the Buddha's belly and rose towards his head.

"This man has an acute illness, call 120."

"Wait, don't touch him. You see his face is red and white, and he is very sick. ”

"What kind of disease is this?"

Everyone looked at Zhen Xiaochun curiously, but no one dared to move, in case it didn't work to save people, it would be a big deal to have dead people on the stall.

"Let's make it." An old man in overalls suddenly walked in, grabbed Zhen Xiaochun's left hand, and took his pulse.

Chinese medicine! Master of Chinese medicine!

Traditional Chinese medicine is looking at and hearing about it, and the Chinese people naturally know that it is to take the pulse.

The crowd stood in solemnity and became silent.

The old man's brows furrowed, he could sense that this young man was very vigorous and healthy, countless times healthier than ordinary.

This kind of pulse was only found thirty years ago, when I followed the master to diagnose an old man.

That old man was obviously seventy years old, but his blood was extremely vigorous.

"Warrior, this is a warrior. Could it be an internal injury... No. It's crazy. ”

The old man took a look at the surrounding books and found that they were all Buddhist books. Those who practice Buddhism have demons in their hearts. The higher the cultivation, the heavier the demons.

Could this young man be infected by the demons in his heart?

Six-word mantra! The old man suddenly remembered the talisman spell taught by the master in the Potala Palace, which could drive away evil things at the cost of consuming his own vitality.

At this moment, it is a dead horse to be a live horse doctor.

"Om!"

The old man's hands were sealed, and the guidance was heavy, and finally the index fingers of both hands were closed, pressed on Zhen Xiaochun's eyebrows, and opened his mouth to spit out a word.

As soon as the words came out, they sounded louder to others.

Zhen Xiaochun heard this word, and saw a golden word "Om" coming out of thin air and directly pasted on the Buddha's image.

The word Om shone brightly, and seven colors of light suddenly appeared in the surrounding void, pouring towards the Buddha statue.

The self-Buddha statue absorbed the seven-colored light, became golden and tall, and directly suppressed the ocean of spiritual power, without a trace of wind and waves.

The sea of spiritual power is calm, and my Buddha sits high in the clouds, as if nothing happened.

Zhen Xiaochun felt something in his heart, and suddenly opened his mouth and read: "The heart is a Bodhi tree, as a mirror platform; The mirror is pure, where it is stained with dust. ”

Self-Buddha statue, hands folded, golden light peeled off inch by inch, revealing a dark Buddha statue.

Contemplating this Buddha statue is like seeing the original mind, which is the Buddha statue of the self.

The self is the outer garment, but it is actually the reflection of the self in the hearts of others. The self is the heart, and it is for the true desire of oneself.

I am a Buddha, I am who I am, what I think in my heart, what I say in my mouth, and what I think, has nothing to do with the world.

The self and the Buddha became together, the spiritual lake expanded again, and the spiritual power at least doubled.

Zhen Xiaochun opened his eyes and saw a group of people surrounding him, and an old man, depressed, sitting next to him.

The mantra just now was incarnated by this old man.

Zhen Xiaochun stood up, bowed deeply to the old man.

"Thank you, sir."

"It's fine, boy. This is not the place to talk, you come with me. The old man beckoned the staff to restore the scene, and took Zhen Xiaochun into the office on the third floor.

The office on the third floor, or rather a large study. Rows of bookshelves are filled with all kinds of books, all very old, and obviously many of them are unique.

"Contemptible Zhang Wujun, Xiaoyou is a cultivator?" The old man took a sip of water, and after recovering some of his spirits, he looked at Zhen Xiaochun, who was wandering around in the study, and asked.

"Sort of." Zhen Xiaochun was unrestrained in the study, and he picked up a copy of the Yellow Emperor's internal scripture to read, but the book was written in the Republic of China, traditional and vertical, which made him very unaccustomed to it.

"Then do you know about the Bishan Dojo?" Zhang Wujun asked urgently.

"Bishan Dojo, I don't know."

"Hey, the vast Shenzhou, there are many sects, and it's rare to meet a disciple of Bishan... Looks like I'm overthinking. ”

"Mr. Zhang, do you want to find someone from the Bishan faction?"

"yes. When I was young, I made a promise with a person that I must go back to the Bishan Dojo, but unfortunately, I couldn't go back, I couldn't go back. ”

The old man, apparently, is a man with a story.

Bishan Dojo? After the mortal left, he couldn't find it? Either it has the support of the formation, or it is a secret realm.

It doesn't matter what, Zhen Xiaochun wants to take a look, the cultivator is too lonely, no one preaches the Tao, and his cultivation is slow.

"Mr. Zhang, if you believe me, please tell me who you are looking for, and I will definitely bring him a message and ask him to come to you."

"If I can see that person again, I will have no regrets in this life... Zhang Wujun took out a piece of red jade from his arms and rubbed it in his hand.

Seeing jade is like seeing people, and eighty percent are lovers. Zhen Xiaochun thought.

"If you have the chance, you can see the Red Glass Woman of the Bishan Sect and help me transfer it to her, and she will understand."

The red jade was like a hand, and Zhen Xiaochun felt a spiritual aura emanating from the jade.

This jade contains aura, and it is really not an ordinary thing.

The red jade is carved with a long insect monster that looks like a dragon but not a dragon, like a snake but not a snake, with exquisite carving and clear horns, obviously in the hands of a famous artist.

"Hongli, I remember. Mr. Zhang, this is my phone number, this bottle of medicine is good for your body. Plus, I can promise you three things. Zhen Xiaochun took out a bottle of Body Refining Pill and put it on the table.

"It's a gesture. You promised to help me find the red glass, and it's been flattened. ”

"Hahaha, I just want my thoughts to be clear, Mr. Zhang, next time we meet, I hope the style is still the same." Zhen Xiaochun left directly after speaking.

"Thoughts. Alas! Zhang Wujun sighed, as if he was several years old.

Zhen Xiaochun left the library, opened a room in a nearby hotel, and immediately checked his situation.

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Cultivation is: five layers of physical cultivation, four layers of Buddhist cultivation.

The Buddha cultivates four layers, and the spiritual power can be seen internally and externally.

Zhen Xiaochun can also perceive everything around him with his eyes closed. It's a magical perspective that you can see in all directions like looking at your surroundings on a computer.

Zhen Xiaochun's heart moved, and the teacup 3 meters away from him automatically flew over and fell into Zhen Xiaochun's hand.

Spiritual Relic!

Zhen Xiaochun's hand spread out, his spirit moved, and the teacup in the palm of his hand floated in the air, swaying from side to side, and slammed into the wall.

The art of the sword, killing people invisibly.

Zhen Xiaochun had an extra small black sword in his hand.