Scripture Pavilion.

In a narrow space, there are so many monastic texts that it is so crowded that it is impossible to tell which ones are useful and which are nonsense.

There are monks of the Mo family who have studied these monastic classics, and they once boiled their hair white, but they found that it was a path of ridicule by their predecessors, and they couldn't help but die with hatred.

Even so, there are still many people from the Mo family who follow one after another, hoping to find a correct way to break off and extend the Mo family's cultivation path inheritance.

"Where did you get it all from?"

Chen Sheng saw that many scriptures were disorganized, and the color of the paper and the front were different one by one, and they were by no means systematic.

"Sold from some down-and-out immortal cultivators, some from exploring the ruins of their predecessors, and some from auction houses......"

Mo Qiang answered seriously, Xu is there are many hardships in it, and said: "I spent a year of savings, but I never got my way."

The words are lonely, and the regrets and sorrows for those who have embarked on the path of cultivation have been adhered to from generation to generation, but they have become empty in an instant.

"Why don't you find someone to discern it?"

Chen Sheng remembered the original version of the Health Sutra, which was simple and lenient, and he made frequent mistakes, without a senior master to guide him, it was too easy to be killed by the Tao.

In such a situation, the Mo family cares about the lives of the monks in the clan, and can find a senior, listen to the rhyme, and point out the right path.

"That would be better than letting the clansmen break in one by one."

Mo Qiang shook his head, please move such a senior, it is beyond the Mo family's ability to bear, it is better to be bitter and take care of the survival of the clan.

"Someone who can find a medicine house."

Chen Sheng's words revealed a unique color, his prestige is preserved after all, as long as he mentions it, there are many high-level alchemists who are willing to give it a try.

"Don't dare to waste a little of the legacy of your ancestors."

Mo Qiang was extremely cautious, and Chen Sheng's cause and effect were too important to them, even more important than their lives.

As long as there is the slightest possibility of loss, then bypass this road and choose the most difficult path to move forward, leaving a hope for future generations.

"Alas......"

Chen Sheng sighed, walked to a pile of scriptures, almost submerged his body in it, first pushed out a small space, but took it from the nearby scriptures from top to bottom, looking serious about things.

"Senior, what are you?"

Mo Qiang said strangely.

"I'll screen it, I should be qualified."

Chen Sheng's expression did not change, and his words were calm, as if he was doing this identification work.

"That's the luck of the Mo family."

Hearing this, Mo Qiang was so excited that he could hardly restrain himself, this is a Jindan real person, what he has seen and known, surpasses the vast number of cultivators in the border areas.

It was up to Chen Sheng to identify the exercises, and the Mo family's path to cultivating immortals was no longer hindered, and the road was smooth, and there was a lot less blood and tears.

"Flashy ......"

Chen Sheng buried himself in the scriptures, he was very serious, and the scriptures with the name of "big" must be run at the beginning, he skipped them at a glance, and directly discarded them without any excitement.

Monks seek immortality, and some people with distorted psychology will destroy the Tao of the afterlife if they can't get the Tao at home.

The scriptures woven for this purpose are of no value at all, and he is thrown under his feet and trampled on them.

"This is ordinary, not much to talk about."

Of course, the scriptures collected by the Mo family are by no means for the purpose of harming the clansmen, many traps have been investigated, and the ordinary things in his mouth have been passed through by generations of Mo family monks, and they are densely marked with cultivation insights.

He put this aside, already very careful, trying not to destroy it.

"Interesting, it's a genius ......"

Extremely occasionally, Chen Sheng would deliberately stop his gaze, as if there was a key to the treasure in the broken scriptures.

If you look closely, the scriptures around Chen Sheng have changed, and a large number of idle and useless ones have been taken out, and useful and special ones have been put away.

He divided the scriptures into three, six, nine and so on, and specially marked those secret scriptures to make the entire path of cultivating immortals barrier-free.

Time passed little by little, but there were a few more bright rays of light in the narrow Scripture Pavilion, which was a new world that Chen Sheng had sorted out.

Chen Sheng spent half a day recombing the Mo family's scripture pavilion.

Then, instead of leaving, he re-opened the rotten and messy scrolls, finding no mistakes or omissions, and scanned the scrolls on the shelves again, very meticulously and carefully.

"Senior, I also sifted it carefully."

When Mo Qiang saw this scene, he was really a little moved, with the vision and cognition of Jindan Zhenren, the Qi refining scriptures that he had woven were definitely precious when placed in the border land.

In this case, Chen Sheng glanced over again, for fear that there would be a slight omission, causing some monks to fall into confusion.

With this kind of ability and heart, it is no wonder that he can cultivate into a golden pill, singing step by step, and has many supporters behind him.

"Okay, that's right."

Chen Sheng walked out of the dark and bright space, patted the dust on his body, and looked very breezy and cloudy.

He saw that Mo Qiang's heart was already in turmoil, and although his eyes were looking at him, his attention was all on the rearranged scriptures.

"If you want to see it, go see it."

He didn't say much, only waved his hand lightly, so that Mo Qiang didn't have to be too suppressed.

"Hah...... Hey ......"

Mo Qiang ran to touch the scrolls of scriptures, and began to laugh very restrainedly, slightly low, and finally laughed out loud when he saw that Chen Sheng was not annoying.

With this Hidden Scripture Pavilion, there is no longer any obstacle to his Mo family's path of refining Qi Realm, and even the foundation building realm cultivator who has never appeared has a trace of possibility to be conceived.

His happiness was not enough to say that three days and three nights were not enough, but he was able to quickly calm down and said, "Senior, I was rude."

This time, the Mo family's scripture pavilion was just incidental, the real big thing was that Chen Sheng extradited Mo Longyun to the medicine house to inherit a period of cause and effect in the past, and it was best to be as prosperous as Zhou Xian's lineage.

"I can understand that."

Chen Sheng came from the bottom, and he himself was ecstatic to break through the obstacle of cultivation, and he was not the kind of person who was high up.

Walking out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I came to a mountain spring water mouth, and saw a monk, immersed in the cold spring water, swallowing a pill in his mouth.

Then, hoarfrost fluttered all over his body, and his teeth made him shiver with cold, but he endured the pain and went to the sky with a wisp of sun essence.

Two extreme true qi swirled in his body, like a dragon and snake fighting, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding from the toss, making it more and more uncomfortable.

However, a smile appeared on his face, which was very weird, but Chen Sheng realized the reason.

"Erysipelas ......"

He said softly.

The matter is done, and there is no ticket for the high-speed rail. Haematemesis.

(End of chapter)