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The scriptures are neatly arranged, high and low are scattered, rows of eyes look at one after another, and there are monks who come to sort it out every day.

Zhou Qilang glanced at those scriptures a few times, he really lost interest, these scriptures were much worse than the Tibetan Pavilion in the family, although he didn't want to comment like this, but this was the case.

If other monks knew that Zhou Qilang's identity was the orphan of the famous Tianquan Villa in the Central Plains, it would definitely set off turmoil in the cultivation world.

If they learn that this guy has memorized the secrets of the Tianquan Mountain Villa's Tibetan Pavilion in his head, then the entire cultivation realm will be bloody, and countless people will come to fight for it!

At that time, the Central Plains will definitely be in chaos, and it is estimated that the Longyang Empire will cease to exist.

In fact, Zhou Qilang really wanted to practice the exercises in his mind, but many of them he couldn't or couldn't practice, such as the Sunflower Treasure Book: If you want to practice this skill, you must first go from the palace

For example, the Jade Maiden's Heart Sutra, the exercises of the Immortal Palace, and the cultivation of the daughter's family.

Three Thousand Demon Shadows, Demon Sect Exercises, Cultivating This Skill Must Be a Great Demon, and Will Definitely Become the Public Enemy of the World, Hunted Down by the Righteous Path.

The flowers are in full bloom, and the exercises of the Peach Blossom Pavilion are the daughter's family

There are also a lot of exercises, as well as their own limitations, level restrictions, divine consciousness restrictions, etc., so Zhou Qilang only picks three or four that suit him in the end, and there are also realm restrictions, so you must not be in a hurry, otherwise you will definitely go crazy and burn in the fire when you cultivate in advance

"Little Senior Brother, where is the remnant of "Shrinking the Earth into Inches" you said?" Zhou Qilang also couldn't wait to see the exercises that were known for the most weird and unpredictable footwork in the world.

Although it is only a rare high-grade exercise, it is rumored that if you practice to the realm of Dacheng, you can walk in front of the power of true martial arts, let you walk the dragon without damage, and you can step out of a hundred miles in one step, even if you are a peerless master in the realm of heaven and man, the distance of a hundred miles will take a few breaths to reach it.

It is conceivable that the uniqueness and unpredictability of this "shrinking the ground into inches" exercise is strange.

The ring color gently poked his head out at the door of the hall, looked left and right, and then covered the mahogany Buddha door, and strode towards a corner of the scripture shelf.

Zhou Qilang followed, and found that Jiese took down a few dusty scriptures and threw them aside, and then reached out and stood on tiptoe behind the scripture bookshelf for a long time before he took out a box of black boxes, which were even a little moth-eaten.

"Look. Ring color called softly, holding the box in his hand, squinting his eyes, probably because the dust had blinded his eyes.

Zhou Qilang took it with a faint smile and rubbed the bald head of the little brother who had quit sex, causing him to stare at him.

"Are you sure you're here?" Zhou Qilang looked at the black wooden box suspiciously for a long time, and there was nothing peculiar.

"Yes, I came out of the mouth of Senior Brother Jiexian, he said that he secretly hid here when he first entered the temple" Jiese said with a sly face, holding his head high, as if he was asking for merit.

"Brother Quidle, shouldn't he be so serious. Zhou Qilang was surprised and squeezed his eyebrows, the master of quitting leisure has always been the appearance of a master in the world in his eyes.

No matter how it sounds, this worldly master seems to be just a superficial phenomenon, and he hears more of a ruffian and cunning taste.

Squeak.

Zhou Qilang slowly opened the black wooden box with doubts, but at a glance, the whole person was dumbfounded, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his face was full of astonishment.

Zhou Qilang looked at the contents of the wooden box, suppressed the emotion of wanting to curse impulsively, closed it fiercely, and threw it to the ring color who was scratching his head at a loss.

Jiese took it and stared at the shining eyes, and opened the box with a simple smile, but it turned out to be a bitter gourd face, and the iron was blue to the extreme.

There was only one piece of yellow paper in the wooden box:

Nam no Amitabha,

Shrinking the ground into inches is an unfathomable exercise for heaven and earth,

Today, the master (of the future) abstains from idleness by chance,

Heaven's favor,

So, here to leave a name,

If you want to ask about this skill,

Hehe, kowtow three times, apprentice to the box,

Reading, the name of the master of leisure,

Those who have light are self-satisfied.

Jiese didn't believe that this was true, took out the yellowed note and read it over and over again, flipping through the box back and forth, hoping to find the dark grid, and then moved the scriptures to the feet, and looked deep into the bookshelf to see if there was any omission in the box.

"Senior Brother Quit Idle is too much!" finally sat on the ground angrily, with his arms in his hands, staring at the ground hatefully.

Zhou Qilang didn't care, he already had a cloud step comparable to shrinking into inches, so he walked around the first floor and slowly turned to the wooden ladder leading to the second floor.

He looked up the wooden ladder, where there were occasional monks passing by, all of them seemed to be high-level senior brothers, he stepped out and wanted to step up, but when he thought of the inexplicable golden light barrier on it, his heart chilled.

It looked empty, but once it touched the boundary, a golden light barrier would appear, as well as the electric spark of Thunderbolt Kara, and Zhou Qilang was "invited" down several times.

"Senior Brother Xiaoqi, you seem to want to go to the second floor. Jiese suddenly stood behind Zhou Qilang and shouted, making Zhou Qilang tremble.

"There's nothing to see on this floor, maybe the real shrinkage is on the second floor. Zhou Qilang said casually, then turned around and took a Buddhist scripture in his hand and turned a few pages.

As a result, he took the quit seriously, went up to the second floor in three steps and two steps, and came down after a while, with a look of regret, and muttered: "Senior brothers said they didn't see it." ”

"Can you go up to the second floor?" Zhou Qilang really cared about this, and looked at the little brother with a surprised expression.

"Yes. Quit replied seriously.

Then under the explanation of the precepts, Zhou Qilang knew the realm limit of this scripture building, each great realm is divided into the first five layers and the last four layers, the first five floors of condensation can only be on the first floor of the scripture building, the sixth to ninth floors can be on the second floor, the first five floors of the Jindan realm can go up to the third floor, and the last four floors can go up to the fourth floor

And so on, at the end of the seventh layer, only the high monks of the True Martial Realm can stop and enter.

Since the establishment of the Xuanzhen Temple, the 600-year history of the Tibetan Scripture Building, only four monks have entered the seventh floor and observed the true Dharma of Buddhism.

"There is still such a confinement, who got the formation?" Zhou Qilang pinched his chin with his arms and fingers, and looked sideways at the Taoist Buddhist scriptures at the mouth of the wooden ladder.

"Well, I heard that the master said that he was the ancestor of the mountain, read the books of the world, and finally returned from Hongchen's travels, escaped into the Buddhist road, built the Xuanzhen Temple and built this Tibetan scripture building, invited the scriptures and ancient books from various Buddhist temples, and the formation was at the mercy of the ancestor master. Jiese tilted his head, squatting on the ground and supporting his chin, he didn't understand why Master Zu wanted such restrictions.

"Bell-bell-"

Suddenly, several hurried alarm bells, like angry sea waves, golden waves, up and down Xuanzhen Temple, Zhongming Temple is in danger!

"Where did the bell come from?" Zhou Qilang was frightened and looked out of the building through the window.

"Oops! There is an enemy in the temple!" Jiese immediately stood up and hurried out.

Not only that, but the entire scripture building was suddenly shrouded in a golden light falling from the sky, and the formation automatically opened the defense, and the monks in the building were also in a hurry, as if they were facing a great enemy, and rushed out of the scripture building to gather towards the main hall of Xuanzhen Temple.

Zhou Qilang thought that something must have happened, and he didn't care about anything, and ran in the direction of the main hall with the monks

High in the air outside the temple.

"Haha, Xuanqing, why didn't you come out to greet me?"

A long roar of the lunar calendar, thunder into the ears, a fluttering figure in the sky quickly attacked, cyan robes, crane hair and childish posture, like lightning speed, in the blink of an eye, came to the Xuanzhen Temple mountain gate in the air, big sleeves spread, swaying countless winds, blowing the sky fog suddenly dispersed.

Hurry!

Several figures escaped into the air from the Xuanzhen Temple, stopping in front of the crane-haired and child-faced person, holding the Buddha salute and pinching the Buddha beads, it turned out to be the deacons and masters who had not been born in the temple for a long time.

"Nan Wu Amitabha, this benefactor, why trespassed on my Xuanzhen Temple?" The first to bear the brunt was Master Xuanjing, the deacon of the monastery, who was nearly 100 years old, with a wrinkled face, wearing a red robe, chanting the Buddha's name, and behind him were two disciples in yellow robes.

"Haha, Xuanjing bald donkey, I'm here to find Xuanqing to catch up with the past, what are you doing here?" The crane-haired and childish person, with an arrogant smile on his face, put his hands behind his back, and asked Master Xuanqing very calmly.

Soon, a lot of monks had gathered in front of the main hall below, all of them raising their eyes to look up at the two sides facing each other in mid-air.

"Who is that person, how dare you point out Uncle Xuanjing like that!"

"Uncle Xuanjing is the overhaul of the seventh floor of Yuanying, that person dares to call him by his name, and he wants to catch up with the host, what is the origin?"

"I don't know, the alarm bell in the temple suddenly rang, who of you knows?"

In front of the main hall, there was a lot of gossip at the moment, speculating about the identity of the half-empty person.

Zhou Qilang followed the monks and also crowded into the group of monks, looking up at the majestic and arrogant master in the air.

"Walking in the sky, a body of aura is restrained and released by itself, and the lowest is the realm of Yuanying. Zhou Qilang stared and speculated, he was looking for the figure of the little senior brother in the monks, but he didn't find it, it seemed that he was looking for the presiding master.

"Qing Wudao, this temple has never participated in the disputes of the cultivation class, why did the donor trespass on my temple today?" Master Xuan Jing held the Buddha's hand and said lightly.

"Haha, I can go wherever I want, and I haven't seen anyone who blocks my way!" The half-hundred-year-old man with a childish face and red eyebrows raised his head and laughed, so he was not arrogant.

"Qing Wu Dao! It turned out to be Qing Wu Dao!" one of the monks was stunned.

"Who? do you know?"

"He is the Qing Wudao who was defeated in a martial arts contest with the host of the mountain around thirty years ago!" The monk obviously had not yet woken up from the shock, his eyes were full of astonishment, and he was distracted.

"What? Compete with the host master, lose in one move?

Zhou Qilang was also secretly frightened, staring at the bold middle-aged man.

Although he didn't know the strength of the host's cultivation, he knew the strength of the Tiger Ancestor of the Temple, impacting the ninth layer of Yuanying, so the strength of the Xuanqing host can be imagined, and Zhou Qilang could feel it from the old host last time, the Buddha form that was almost out of the dust, didn't it be rumored that he had cultivated the true body of the Arhat.

Then the person in the middle of the sky in front of him actually fought with the presiding master thirty years ago, but he was defeated in one move, and it is conceivable that his cultivation is unfathomable!

Then Master Xuanjing, in danger!