Looking at the rucksack on the table, Xuanhu sighed: "If the master happily gives a way out, I don't want to take this thing out, it's too easy to get into trouble." ”

The master gently took away the hand that Xuanhu was covering, revealing the original face of the rucksack.

In the backpack, all kinds of yellowed ancient books were stacked on top of each other, stacked nearly half a meter high, and mixed with a variety of magic weapons, most of which I didn't know, and the only one I knew was a three-foot-long short sword.

The master couldn't wait to flip through it, and bursts of dust came to his face, because of the age, and improper storage, the paper of the book had begun to be brittle, and every time he flipped through it, he had to be careful every time, for fear of destroying these old antiques.

"How can you even have a book like this?" The master picked up a yellowed book, surprised and puzzled.

Xuanhu took the book back from his master's hand and glanced at it lightly: "The book of Mojiao." ”

"What's so curious about this, there were too many sects at that time, and there were countless foreign sects," Xuanhu replied nonchalantly.

The master rubbed the book cover and sighed: "Yes, at that time, it was the real blooming of a hundred flowers, and now there are only these old-school religions left." ”

"No, if you want me to say, after all, Taoism is left by our ancestors, and the roots are red and seedlings, which is suitable for our land!"

In his words, Xuanhu was filled with endless pride.

"Oh my God! This book still exists! ”

The master looked at a book made of bamboo slips with a shocked face, and carefully held it up with both hands.

"The ...... of 'Washing the Marrow'," the master muttered.

Xuanhu smiled: "What's so rare about this thing, a group of monks researched it." If you want to talk about authenticity, it has to be the "Washing the Marrow Sutra" left by our Sanqing Master"

I looked at them with some confusion: "Aren't these two books the same thing?" ”

The master flipped through the bamboo slips, and sighed: "This "Washing the Marrow" is something that has been processed by Southern Shaolin, which contains Shaolin's "Yijin Sutra", or it is a higher level than our "Washing the Pulp Sutra". ”

"The "Yijin Sutra" is to practice the muscles and bones, and the "Pulp Washing Gong" is to practice the internal force, one outside and one inside, one relaxation, and the two echo each other. It is said that if you can use "Washing the Pulp" to break through the three views of large, medium and small, you can ascend to heaven. ”

The master carefully flipped through it for a while, and then put it back in his backpack, surprised and worried: "This thing must be put away, this book is enough to turn the Xuanmen upside down." ”

After that, the master resealed the backpack and whispered, "All these things are for you." ”

"You're a blank slate now, and you have to keep your head down and study hard."

As he spoke, the master held the backpack in both hands, stuffed it into my arms, and instructed: "Xuanhu and I don't understand these things, so I can't help you." As for what you learn, whether you can learn it or not, it all depends on your own understanding. ”

"The official position given to you by the master is equivalent to me saying with some concern: "I, will I go mad?" ”

After all, even the master doesn't understand, how dare I mess around?

Xuanhu pondered: "No, these things are all the same, as long as you learn a little bit according to the above content, it will definitely be fine." ”

I looked down at the rucksack in my arms, and I felt a heaviness.

Although the road ahead is bleak, I finally see a glimmer of hope.

That's it, let's start all over again!

I hugged my backpack and didn't go back to the room, but walked directly to the chanting hall, the trouble has been eliminated, I just want to learn some skills quickly, there are still a lot of things waiting for me.

The chanting hall was quiet, in order not to attract attention, I didn't even turn on the lights, but just took advantage of the everlasting lamp in front of the Sanqing statue to read the ancient books that have been passed down for a hundred years.

Not to mention, this is a bit like when I first came to Zhenqian Yuan.

Most of these books are manuscripts, occasionally a few are illustrated books, due to the age, a lot of handwriting has become blurred, the most terrible thing is that the font of these books, is not a modern printing type, but a pen and snake brush words, I recognize the words are limited, and there are many obstacles to reading.

As for the illustrations, they are also confused, and I can barely see the outline.

In the dim light, I read several books in a row, only to feel heavy eyelids, drowsy, I can't help but be a little distracted, if Liu Wujian is still here, it would be great.

At the beginning, I also relied on Liu Wujian's help to quickly touch the threshold of the Dao.

It's just that people can't always have shortcuts, so it's better to be down-to-earth.