There is a towering Tibetan Scripture Peak in the Yaowang Valley, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is built on this spiritual peak.

This Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is magnificent, covering an area of 100 zhang, surrounded by mysterious prohibitions, and patrolled by Jindan monks day and night.

It is a wooden attic divided into three floors, the top floor is said to house the pills of the Medicine King Valley, as well as the core exercise books, on which the monks of the Transformation God are in retreat and practice all year round.

Most of the exercises in the second layer can only be cultivated to the realm of the Yuan Infant, but this layer has the most monks in and out, and generally only alchemy masters or alchemy masters can enter freely.

At the bottom are some ordinary exercises, or other miscellaneous classics, but some very obscure high-grade recipes may also appear here. This layer is mostly for foundation building or qi refining cultivators.

Each floor of this scripture pavilion is guarded by two Yuanying monks, and if the monks want to exchange for the scriptures inside, they must use identity tokens to lift the ban, and then they will deduct a certain amount of sect contribution points according to the preciousness of the books taken.

Wang An had been helping the monks in the sect refine the pills before, and he had earned a large amount of contribution points, plus Mu Tianhan's turn, he had at least more than 100,000 contribution points at the moment.

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"Whoa... Whoa..."

As soon as Wang An entered the Scripture Pavilion, he saw a rickety old man sweeping the floor between a somewhat dim bookshelf.

The floor was spotless, but the old man still meticulously cleaned every inch of it.

This scripture pavilion has dust beads, the dust is very scarce, only when there are more people coming and going, it will bring a trace of dust.

The old man was full of white hair, his face was wrinkled, and he was wearing an old gray robe, with a faint trace of oil stains. On his feet was a pair of sackcloth shoes, and it was faintly visible that his right foot had left a gap.

His thin face was burgundy, covered with old age spots, and covered with bruises and bloodshots, and he looked like he was a hundred years old.

"Hehe, Grandpa Fang is cleaning up the dust here again today. Wang An walked over directly and snatched the broom in his hand.

It was a broom made of palm leaves, which was already in tatters.

This old man's name is Fang Tuo, Wang An didn't see this old man when he first came to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and he didn't see this old man until he came on the second day.

That day, when the old man was sweeping the floor, he met a young man dressed in oily hair and a pink face, and the monk was followed by a large group of young men.

Seeing that the old man met the young man, the little minion behind him immediately scolded the old man, and let the old man apologize, but the other party still refused to forgive.

When Wang An saw this scene, he directly persuaded the group of monks, they seemed to know that Wang An was the medicine king of this year, and finally walked to the second layer with a hippie smile, as if the young man's identity was quite unusual.

When Wang An came into contact with this old man, he looked at the other party, although he only had a fifth-level cultivation of qi refining, Wang An vaguely felt that there was an aura on the other party's body that made him tremble. It's just that no matter what secret technique he uses, this old man is indeed a Qi refining cultivator.

Once, Wang An put Xiao Jin in the spirit beast bag and went with it to look at the old man.

Xiao Jin came to the conclusion that the old man made him tremble, and he seemed to have lived for a long time, and there were traces of time circulating in him.

Hearing what Xiao Jin said, Wang An was suddenly shocked.

Wang An learned from the conversation with the old man that he was an orphan in the past, and was adopted by the previous pavilion master of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he is now ninety-nine years old, and he has swept the land here for ninety-nine years.

I don't have the talent for cultivation, so I can only stay here all the time.

When Wang An said that he was also an orphan, the old man actually began to talk to Wang An endlessly, as if he had not communicated with anyone for hundreds of years, and he kept talking about Wang An.

Later, Wang An found out that Fang Tuo actually knew everything about this scripture pavilion, and what books he needed, he opened his mouth and came.

The most bizarre thing is that this old man can freely enter and exit the three-story attic.

After Wang An went back to inquire, no one knew who this person was, and it seemed that he had been sweeping the floor in the Scripture Pavilion.

Again, when Wang An and his senior brother Li Changqing mentioned this mysterious old man, Li Changqing said to Wang An with a strange face, this old man actually knows how to deal with people, and told Wang An not to mess with this old man.

Wang An was full of curiosity about him, and every time he went to look for important classics, he would find him, and some solitary books could be easily found under his guidance.

Once born and twice cooked, Wang An often came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and when he saw him sweeping the floor, Wang An took the initiative to help him clean it.

"Hehe, Xiao An, why are you here again today. The old man looked at Wang An, who had snatched his broom, and a kind look flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, didn't Grandpa Fang come to see you?" Wang An said with a grin.

"I'll help you clean up the land first. After Wang An finished speaking, he dragged the tattered broom and began to click and clean the ground here.

Fang Tuo looked at Wang An's back, a hint of discoloration appeared in his eyes, and the next moment, a tattered broom suddenly appeared in his hand again. Then he went straight to the other end to clean up.

On this floor, Wang An and Fang Tuo cleaned for an hour.

"Grandpa Fang is gone, let's go clean the second floor. ”

"Haha, let's clean this floor today. We play chess. Fang Tuo put away the broom and said with a smile.

"Okay, Grandpa Fang, I have something to do today, only one game, and I'm leaving. Wang An hesitated for a moment and said.

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Fang Tuo had a small room, just in the northeast corner of the first floor, which should have been a study before, but for some reason it was vacated as his room.

Fang Tuo's room was very simple, with a bed, a table for eight immortals, and a portrait of the ancestor of the Medicine King Valley hanging on the wall.

Wang An now knows that this person is called the Green Lotus Fairy, and it is said that he was a peerless Dan Master in ancient times, and founded the Medicine King Valley here.

It is rumored that he did not die and is still alive.

There are also several futons on the floor of the room, and next to them is a wooden chessboard.

"Grandpa Fang, I brought you two clothes and a pair of shoes this time. After coming to the room, Wang Anxin moved, and suddenly added two sets of clothes and a pair of cloth shoes in his hand.

"Grandpa Fang, I see that you don't have any replacement clothes, and your shoes are broken, I specially bought them for you in Fang City. Wang An looked at Fang Tuo, his eyes full of sincerity.

No matter who this old man was, with him helping him, and there was a person who cleaned the Nuoda Zangjing Pavilion, Wang An admired him in his heart, and even the other party was really just a kind old man with low talent who stayed here just to repay his kindness.

In this old man, Wang An vaguely fell in love with Xiao Yancheng's shadow.

"Haha, little guy, you have a heart, are you thinking about your grandfather. Looking at Wang An's clear eyes, Fang Tuo laughed abruptly.

"Hehe, Grandpa Fang smiled. Alas, my grandfather doesn't have a spiritual root, so presumably he can't enter the Ice God Sect. Wang An's expression darkened.

"Haha, Xiao An, don't worry, the Ice God Sect will not treat your grandfather badly. Fang Tuo took the clothes and shoes from Wang An's hand with some excitement.

Wang An had told the other party about Xiao Yancheng before, so Fang Tuo knew everything about it.

"The old pavilion master said before that when the Ice God Sect encounters the disciples of the Ice Spirit Root, they will properly arrange the special family members. Fang Tuo said with a determined face.

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"Grandpa Fang, don't go down, you see I can't win against you. Wang An looked at Fang Tuo in front of him with a crying smile.

"Haha, okay, no more. Tell me what books you're looking for today. Fang Tuo won two games in a row against Wang An, and he was in a happy mood at this moment.

"Grandpa Fang, I heard that the Beast Sect's beast control technique is very good, I am very curious, I want to know if there is any record of this in our Hidden Scripture Pavilion. Wang An said with a yearning expression.

"Haha, you little guy, it's either a magic circle or a talisman, or an elixir, why don't you improve your cultivation well, with your talent in the Dan Dao, your cultivation will go up, and the level of alchemy will naturally come naturally. Fang Tuo looked at Wang An and smiled helplessly.

"Hehe, my eight spirit roots, how are they the same, it's better to learn more about others. Wang Anthief laughed.

"The books of the Imperial Beast, I know that there are really no ones in these three-story scripture pavilions. Fang Tuo frowned and thought for a moment and said.

"Aren't there any ordinary ones?" asked Wang An with some reluctance.

"Hehe, little one, it's just some fur records, and it's useless to read them. You make me think about it. Fang Tuo shook his head and said to Wang An.

"Hey, there you have it, you wait a minute. Suddenly, Fang Tuo's face was happy, and he walked directly to his bed.

In the midst of a ping-pong sound, Fang Tuo directly dismantled his bed board.

The sky was full of dust, and I could vaguely smell the moldy smell of the quilt.

The next moment, a one-foot-long, ten-centimeter-high, jet-black wooden box appeared under the bed, and this wooden box was also locked with a copper lock covered with green rust.

Wang An's divine sense swept and found that he did not recognize the wood of the box at all, and his divine sense could not see the situation in the box.

"Grandpa Fang, what is this?" Wang An looked at the wooden box with a curious expression.

"Whirring ....." Fang Tuo vigorously blew away the thick dust on the wooden box, "I don't know about this thing, it was left by the previous pavilion master, and it was not placed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion outside." ”

"He said it was a treasure from an ancient ruin, and the owner of the ruins was a master of beast control. However, no one knew the things in this wooden box, so he simply gave it to me later. Fang Tuo held the wooden box with a look of reminiscence.

"I don't know where I lost the key. After Fang Tuo finished speaking, he snapped and directly unscrewed the rusty copper lock.

"Well, this book, and this broken iron ring. ”

When the wooden box was opened, there was a thin book, the material of which was very peculiar, and it seemed to be made of some kind of animal piping.

There is also a copper bracelet covered with green rust next to it.

"The text of this book is unknown to anyone, and there is a broken iron ring, which seems to be useful, so I will take it to you for study. Fang Tuo said in a low voice.

"It's... What is this book made of, and how is the word so strange. Wang An just picked up the book, and when he opened it, his face was full of shock.

Wang An was really shocked this time, Fang Tuo thought that Wang An was shocked because of the mysterious words and strange paper inside.

"Haha, these things are all symbols, but it should really be the art of beast control, you take it back and study it. Seeing Wang An's shocked expression, Fang Tuo said comfortingly.

This book is only a dozen thin pages, and each page is covered with some mysterious runes, such as a swimming dragon, a flying phoenix, and a fierce beast.

"Thank you Grandpa Fang, then I'll take it back and ponder it. Wang An smiled and put the wooden box into the storage bag.

After Wang An left, Fang Tuo looked at Wang An's back and muttered, "This little guy, can he really solve this eternal mystery?"