Su Hanjing saw that he was discovered, but he was not embarrassed, he just took off a robe hanging in this room, then pushed the door out, walked to the door of the basement room, opened it a little, and handed the robe in.

"Let's do it first." Su Hanjing said.

Her previous clothes, for some reason, were stained with blood after she was cultivated, and even showed signs of decay.

In the next second, he felt that his hands were empty, and then a cheerful girl's voice like a silver bell came from inside: "Hehe, thank you Abbot!" ”

Su Hanjing didn't speak, just turned around and left.

He pondered as he walked.

Although Su Hanjing had forgotten the content of the ancient scriptures that the girl had cultivated, the strange appearance of the girl when she had cultivated and the experience when he helped her practice that ancient scripture were still in her mind.

And now, Su Hanjing can be sure of one thing, practicing this ancient scripture will release human nature.

For example, the girl is.

Before and after the completion of that ancient scripture, it is obvious that the style of painting has changed a lot.

Before cultivating, although he was very bold in his bones, this "guts" were not to mention, and there was still a little bit of a little girl's easy shyness, and she adhered to the etiquette of the old and the young.

But after the cultivation, the little girl's shyness was completely gone, and her respect for him, the "wife and grandfather", was lost between her words.

After walking out of the secret passage in the basement, Su Hanjing stood aside and waited for the girl inside to come out.

He was waiting to get the ancient tome back.

However, after waiting for a while, Su Hanjing didn't see the girl come out, but saw a bright red figure like a large leech, flowing out quickly along the wall of the secret passage.

At this time, a robe flew up, blocking Su Hanjing's field of vision.

When the robe fell, the robe was already worn on a slender young girl, and her hair fell down, revealing a picturesque face with eyebrows and eyes.

She looked at Su Hanjing, and then walked slowly, barefoot, step by step in front of Su Hanjing.

"Ah, abbot, your immortal scripture will be returned to you." She looked at Su Hanjing with a smile on the corner of her mouth, and at the same time handed over an ancient scroll.

Su Hanjing stretched out his hand to take it, but he opened it again, and then looked at it carefully.

This is to determine whether it is the ancient book or not.

And as the ancient scriptures unfolded, the content of this volume was naturally presented in Su Hanjing's mind again. But to Su Hanjing's surprise, there was not a single text on this ancient scripture at this time!

It's a blank slate!

But he had in his mind the cultivation method and practice route of this Immortal Wandering Sutra.

Just when Su Hanjing frowned slightly, a new memory picture appeared in his mind, it was more than a hundred years ago, a girl named "Ayan", after cultivating the Xianyou Sutra, this ancient scripture was also like this at that time, and it was not until a Jiazi passed that the words and patterns on it were restored.

It's just that this Immortal Journey Sutra will become like this after someone cultivates it, or will these Immortal Ancient Sutras be like this after being cultivated?

If it's the former, it's fine.

But if it was the latter, Su Hanjing was very suspicious of the friend of the "Unable Old Monk" at this time, "Clothed Guest", and gave these ancient scriptures to the intention of the "Unable Old Monk".

"It's inconvenient to stay in the temple, so you should go down the mountain early!"

Su Hanjing began to drive people away.

His purpose has been achieved, and he has taken advantage of the favor owed by this body, and it can be regarded as compensation to the descendants of the "unable old monk", so now this girl is almost like a stranger to him.

However, polite words still have to be said, so Su Hanjing said: "Pay attention to safety along the way, take care." ”

"Mrs. Grandpa, thank you, old man!"

The girl clasped her hands together, and a voice like a silver bell sounded, and she saw a robe falling, and a bright red afterimage flew along the pillars in the main hall to the door.

Hearing only a bang, the door seemed to be under some great force, and when it was opened, it brought a strong gust of wind, and the bright red afterimage rushed outside, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Su Hanjing looked at this scene in a daze.

Then, after a moment's thought, he immediately closed the door to the main hall.

A moment later, Su Hanjing, who had taken the other three volumes of ancient scriptures, had already returned to the Buwen Buddhist Monastery.

At this time, Su Hanjing's body, who was lying on the bed, had already opened his eyes when the clone came back, and he had shifted all his attention to the clone's side before.

Seeing the doppelganger close the door, he wanted to sit up, but after subconsciously holding up his palm, he found that the strength reached the shoulder joint position, and it spread out on its own, which made Su Hanjing stunned, and suddenly felt a sense of helplessness that he couldn't cry or laugh.

Then he said to his doppelganger: "You practice the Renren Sutra!" ”

At this time, the doppelganger had already spread out the three ancient scriptures and placed them in front of Su Hanjing.

Looking at the accounts on the three ancient scriptures, Su Hanjing almost did not hesitate to make this decision. Because at present, only this abandonment of the human scripture can rejuvenate his aging body.

Besides, it's not him!

It's the doppelganger that cuts!

The consciousness of the clone and Su Hanjing's consciousness are one, but when Su Hanjing made this decision, he still made the clone look at Su Hanjing's gaze and couldn't help but carry a little resentment.

After all, this is one thing that all normal men can't stand anymore!

But then, the clone didn't hesitate to find out all the things left by the "Impossible Old Monk". Among them are suitable knives, fine spirits, 100-year-old ginseng pills, and medicinal herbs to stop bleeding and assist in cultivation.

The old monk has lived for nearly four hundred years, and there are a lot of things like this left.

Especially the hundred-year-old medicinal materials, there is no shortage of old monks.

Because this old monk will plant some from time to time before his death, plus before he became a monk, his ancestors were still good hands in the apricot forest, and some medical books were handed down, so that the old monk was quite proficient in planting medicinal materials and boiling pills.

It is also by virtue of his own medical skills that the old monk has been able to survive for more than 300 years, and it is not until half a jiazi ago that he needs to lie on the bed often.

The first two abbots of Fangwai Temple only lasted less than two hundred years before they chose to free themselves.

The living dead are generally lying in bed, and that is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

It can be called a can't survive, can't die!

Drawing the knife from the palace, and then applying medicine inside and outside, with a wisp of clear air emerging, after wandering around the limbs and hundreds of corpses along the route of the abandonment of the people, Su Hanjing once again witnessed a strange scene.

And this time it happened to me in my own part.

First of all, on the skinny and bony shape like a dried corpse, some traces of flesh and blood slowly appeared, and even became white, and then on the head that should have been clean, long black hair like a woman grew.

The facial features that were originally on the face are gradually disappearing at this time.

When the facial features disappeared completely, the ten fingers of the doppelganger, as if they had practiced the Nine Yin White Bone Claws, suddenly poked out black nails.

It is more than a foot long, like a sharp blade of a sword.

With a slight stroke, a chair in the room shattered silently.

"This is from a monk to a sadako...... muttered to himself, Su Hanjing gently grabbed the palm that was exposed outside the futon and gently backhanded.

The Xuan Zhu appeared out of thin air.

And that doppelganger stepped out in one step, approaching Su Hanjing like a ghost.

Then the two become one.

Su Hanjing was still the same, without the slightest change, but after he propped his palms on the bed, he stood up directly this time.

And with the spontaneous flow of clear qi in his body at this time, traces of flesh and blood appeared again in his withered body.