After Wan Tingjun reached the second layer, he found that the number of people was much smaller, although most of them were still Triple Heaven Realm captains wearing bronze armor. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But there are also some lieutenant-level characters in silver armor.

Most of them are looking for the books they want, and not many people care about Wan Tingjun.

Not only that, but there are also a lot fewer bookcases on the second floor, and there are also more jade slips.

It seems that compared to the first floor, the quality of the second floor is much higher.

Wan Tingjun looked at the classification on the shelves, the Exercise Department, the Auxiliary Department, the Combat Skills Department, and so on, and so on, and there were quite a lot of books like this.

According to the hint given by the old man, Wan Tingjun came to the left side of the second floor, and then walked to the fifth row.

The bookshelf in between, it reads, Mind Dharma!

Could it be that this practice of cultivating the soul realm is called the heart method?

Looks like this is it!

Wan Tingjun stood in front of the light curtain in front of the bookshelf, and took out his watch and slid it like everyone else.

Then, after a shock of his watch, the light curtain opened an opening of its own.

At the same time, the watch prompts, "The identity has been verified, and the entry is given!"

This is really powerful, Wan Tingjun couldn't help but praise a few words, and I don't know if this is a formation or technology, it is so magical.

Wan Tingjun stepped into the bookshelf and looked at the things on the shelf.

But I found that it was different from other bookshelves, and there were more mental methods on it, and there were very few mental methods like books on the contrary.

Wan Tingjun picked up a book with "The Nature of the Soul" written on it, and the author in the lower left corner wrote "Venerable Bhasa".

There is also a small paragraph in the latter one, saying that this is his own experience and opinion about some souls written by Venerable Bhasa.

His Holiness?

Isn't that the worship of the greedy wolf army who took a fancy to Lin Lie!

Seeing this, Wan Tingjun was a little interested, and looked at it casually.

As he looked further back, the shock on Wan Tingjun's face became heavier, and after reading it in the end, he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"It's really memorable!" Wan Tingjun couldn't help but sigh.

He found that much of what was written in the book was about why it was necessary to exercise one's soul and the benefits of exercising one's soul.

At the beginning, he wrote some of His Holiness's views on the soul.

In this book, it is said that everything in the true universe has a soul,

There are levels of souls, and the cultivation of souls is to transform to a higher level.

The general color is white, then cyan, blue, purple has been the last gold, and the darker the color of the light, the stronger the spiritual power.

In the True Universe, the cultivator civilization is called the Five Turns of the Soul.

However, these five turns have little to do with the realm of one's own cultivation, which is the realm of the mind.

The higher the realm, the more different the way of looking at things.

However, there will be no great changes in one's own strength, and it can only be used unless you have practiced special exercises.

Otherwise, there is not much difference from mortals.

For example, people like Kong Meng, although they are still mortals, the realm of the soul is far from being comparable to ordinary people.

In the term of technological civilization, their interpretation of the soul is different.

They believe that the soul is like all parts of a huge electrical explosion, creating a halo effect.

In this ring is made of a golden center that shines outward, illuminating the edge of the snow-white.

Consciousness begins at the edge of the light, grows with the self, and then gradually becomes engulfed by a deeper light, which is called evolution.

Understand the source of the soul as an energy field, a place where powerful spiritual ideas converge.

Attracted by the light of energy, the soul receives a new experience of all-round and all-pervasive and incomparable joy of charity.

The existence of human beings is just a speck of dust in the true universe of cosmic energy, and they devote themselves to the human world with a little bit of their own consciousness, and they need to constantly expand their spiritual power with the constraints of the present world and the external environment.

If Wan Tingjun understood it before, then Wan Tingjun was a little incomprehensible in the last sentence.

The phrase is, 'In every lifetime we choose, practice, repeat reincarnation, because we have not yet attained spiritual perfection.' ’

Putting down this book, Wan Tingjun couldn't help but fall into deep thought, whether he was just experiencing constant reincarnation as he said in the book.

If your spirit is close to Dacheng and close to fullness, will you recall the so-called past life?

After reading this book "The Nature of the Soul", Wan Tingjun had some admiration for this Lin Lie's teacher, Venerable Bo Sa.

How horrible it must be for a person who can write such an understanding of the soul!

But Wan Tingjun did not forget the purpose of his coming here, and chose a mental method that suited him for cultivation.

But then Wan Tingjun was dumbfounded.

He found that in front of the bookshelves in the fifth row, there was a price under each book about cultivation, which was not a star crystal, but a contribution value.

For a tenth of the price of a book, you can consult the first one.

If you are interested, you can take it away.

And most of the prices are not cheap, thinking of this, Wan Tingjun can't help but hate a little itchy teeth

What else does he have to contribute there, let alone buy it, and some books he doesn't even have enough money to read the beginning.

Suddenly, Wan Tingjun's eyes saw a red book.

This book is very strange, as if it has been forcibly torn apart by something, except that the first half is left, and the second half is not.

Wan Tingjun picked up the book and saw the three red titles on it, "Burning Soul Heart Sutra".

Looking at this book, Wan Tingjun suddenly remembered what the old man was so old at the beginning and muttered to himself.

The color of dusk, the light of the blood moon, the crater of the volcano, between the great sun

Although the literal meanings of these words are different, each sentence seems to have this red in it.

Did you prompt me to choose this one?

Wan Tingjun looked at this book and couldn't help but ponder, he looked at the price, he only needed a little contribution point?

Well?

A little bit of contribution?

Wan Tingjun rubbed his eyes, really only a little contribution?

Looking at this book, Wan Tingjun thought that it was just a penny anyway, don't want it in vain, and he can't afford to exchange other books anyway.

After placing the watch on the book for a moment, the virtual screen on the watch popped up.

Do you want to buy the Soul Burning Heart Sutra!

Yes/No?

Remaining contribution points

7 points

Looking at his balance, Wan Tingjun was helpless, what can he buy at seven o'clock, he can sell this thing.

I didn't hesitate much, I bought this book directly, and left the library pavilion.

I wanted to thank the old man for showing him the way, but when I walked to the door, I found that the old man was no longer there.

There was only one rocking chair left, and I don't know where the people were.

Shaking his head, he didn't think too much about it, and left the place directly.

It's just that not long after Wan Tingjun left the Library Pavilion.

Then the old man suddenly appeared on the second floor, where Wan Tingjun originally chose the mental method.

Looking at the mental method on the bookshelf in the fifth row, the mental method of the red cover over there was indeed picked away by Wan Tingjun.

"Then, I've already returned that person's favor, how should this kid go next, let him watch it himself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure disappeared again, as if it had never been there.