Hearing the sound of the bell in the distance, Fang Xing put down the Buddhist scripture in his hand and walked towards the only pagoda in the temple.

Fang Xing has been in this world for more than ten years, in his previous life, Fang Xing was a senior programmer working in the capital, due to excessive work pressure, he finally died in an all-night overtime, so he came here. After coming here, Fang Xing quickly adapted to life here.

Fang Xing finally figured out the situation through various channels, this is a small temple in Wuguo, called Jialan Temple, Fang Xing has not been out of the temple since he came to this world, I heard the presiding abbot say that there is no shortage of martial arts masters outside, and if you meet some people with evil intentions, your life will be in danger. Therefore, except for the monks who go out to buy daily necessities, the other monks generally do not go out of the temple.

After Fang woke up here, he chanted the Buddha every day, but he also enjoyed himself. Maybe it's because of the experience of a lifetime, but I look down on some things a lot. Coincidentally, this atheist in his previous life came here with a lot of wisdom.

Today is the big test in the temple. The scriptures that the people in the temple read on weekdays are examined. There is no reward or punishment for the examination school, but it is used to urge the monks not to slack off their daily chanting.

Fang woke up to the pagoda and found that many people had gathered in front of the pagoda, so he found a place to sit down and waited quietly for the exam. The examination is presided over by the abbot, and the debate is usually based on an allusion in the Buddhist scriptures. When it was Fang Fang's turn to wake up, it was already nearly noon, "Faxin, it's your turn."

When Fang Xing heard this, he came to the abbot and sat down cross-legged in an orderly manner, feeling apprehensive in his heart. Because Fang Xing came today to prepare to say goodbye. "Abbot, I'm here to say goodbye today, I want to go down the mountain for a while," Fang Xing said. The abbot didn't say anything when he heard this, as if he had been prepared, he took out a scripture book from under the futon and handed it to Fang Xing. Fang Xing caught the scriptures, and it was indeed a little unclear.

The abbot said: "This is the "Eternal Life Sutra", which I got by accident when I was young, and it is quite effective in strengthening the body, you can practice it in your spare time."

"Thank you, master. Fang Xing said. Although the abbot didn't say anything, he still moved Fang Xing very much.

"If you have time, go back to the temple often, and these senior brothers and sisters of yours will miss you."

Walking on the way down the mountain, Fang Xing's mind kept coming to mind the days in the temple, although it was not exciting, it could even be said to be dull, but it did make Fang Xing very nostalgic. At this time, it was late autumn, the road down the mountain was paved with fallen leaves, Fang Xing looked back and took a deep look at the temple gate, as if he saw the reluctant abbot and monks, but if he looked carefully, there was nothing.

Jialan Temple is located in the eastern part of Wuguo, a poor and remote area. Fang Xing wanted to go to the nearest city to have a look, and it was not in vain that he lived a new life, Fang Xing had not seen the world outside the temple since he came to this world.

Coming to the foot of the mountain, Fang Xing saw a tea shop at the foot, so he walked into the tea shop, this kind of tea shop is very small, only three or two simple tents, the boss is an old man who describes the withered tree, specially for the merchants to rest. Fang Xing casually called a pot of tea, the tea is not expensive, when he went down the mountain, the abbot gave Fang Xing ten taels of silver, Fang Xing's concept of money is not strong, but he also knows that the abbot's money is not easy to come by.

Fang Xing drank tea while listening carefully to the people around him chatting about some interesting stories about martial arts. At the next table are three big men, dressed as martial arts people. One of them sat in the middle and whispered to the two men beside him: "Hurry up and rest, rest well, hurry up and get on the road, otherwise you won't be able to catch up with the great joy of the king of faith." ”

Although Fang Xing does not go out of the temple on weekdays, he likes to read very much when he is in the temple, he reads all kinds of books, and he has basically read the books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he doesn't know why, Fang Xing has never forgotten since he came to this world, Fang Xing heard a few big men mention King Xin, and remembered that the emperor has a total of five sons, King Xin is the third prince, King Xin likes to make friends with martial arts heroes on weekdays, so his subordinates have attracted a lot of martial arts guests, and now King Xin's wedding, it is estimated that there will be many martial arts people to congratulate him, and he may also hope to climb the high branch of the prince, after all, if he enters the eyes of the prince, then he will be on the rise, and the powerful pill beauties are all at his fingertips。 However, Fang Xing was not very interested in this, although Fang Xing had obtained the abbot's cheats, he had not yet started to cultivate, and because of his weak body before, he was not good at the foundation. Now Fang Xing can be said to be powerless.

After a few big men finished their tea, they continued on the road and rode away on horseback. Fang woke up and rested for a while, and was ready to set off for a nearby city, although there were ten taels of silver given by the abbot, but it was not a long-term solution, and he still needed to find a way to make a living first.

Walking dozens of miles to the northeast, Fang Xing missed a place to rest, and had no choice but to sleep in the wilderness, Fang Xing found a small stream, and prepared to camp here tonight. After a busy meal, Fang Xing finally sat down by the campfire. I didn't expect that I was going to sleep in the wild on the first night of going down the mountain, but Fang Xing didn't care too much, and now in his spare time, Fang Xing took out the scriptures that the abbot master gave him in his arms, "The Sutra of Eternal Life", and from the perspective of Fang Xing's previous life, he felt that this was not like a Buddhist scripture, but like a Taoist. The scriptures were a little shabby, Fang Xing opened them and read them, as expected, it was indeed a Taoist qi cultivation technique, there was nothing special, Fang Xing was a little disappointed, it was not a miracle. Fang Xing tried to practice, but he didn't know the essentials, if there was no master to lead the door to this kind of thing, it would be more difficult to get started. All Fang Xing could do was try his luck according to the qi diagram in the cheats, but no matter how he tried, he didn't have the slightest sense of qi.

It was only after one attempt that he woke up and fell asleep. What Fang Xing didn't know was that just after falling asleep, the ordinary Immortal Sutra was shining brightly, and the words on it kept changing, the font shifted and transposed, and the transformation was extremely fast, and finally the text piled up a pagoda, the tower had nine layers, and finally drilled into Fang Xing's abdomen, and finally swam to Fang Xing's dantian.

Early in the morning, Fang Xing woke up from freezing, opened his sleepy eyes, and found that his body was soaked, with dew and unknown dirt, Fang Xing couldn't wait to go to the creek to wash up, and suddenly a voice sounded in his ears: "Look, you see this person stinks"

Fang Xing was also shocked, looked around and didn't find anyone around, there was only a flock of birds around, his heart sank, could it be that these birds were talking, Fang Xing closed his eyes, but the surrounding environment was still in his mind, this was a particularly wonderful feeling, Fang Xing knew that this might be the legendary spiritual sense. Lingjue really exists, Lingju is an extension of the human senses, Lingju can be released, Fang Xing tried it according to the statement in the book he had read, and sure enough, it can be released, within a radius of ten meters, you can feel it. Fang Xing finally tried to communicate with the birds in the tree, but all the birds in the tree were scared away, and it is estimated that the birds did not expect that there were people who could speak bird language.

After Fang Xing washed up and got dressed, he found that the content of last night's Immortal Sutra had changed today, and the cover had also changed to the Futu Sutra. Fang Xing found that it contained ten pictures, each of which was a strange action. Fang Xing tried it, and the actions on the picture looked simple, but he couldn't do it as standard as the one on the picture, crooked. This Futu Sutra should be a physical training technique. This book is really magical, it used to be a qi training technique, but now for some reason it has become a body training technique. However, being able to practice spiritual consciousness should be a great exercise, so Fang Xingxin decided that he must study this scripture carefully. As for where the master obtained this scripture, he is puzzled.

In the next few days, Fang Xing practiced the movements on the Futu Sutra as soon as he had time, and he also clearly felt that his body had changed his previous weakness and became stronger, along with the cultivation, Fang Xing found that his appetite had also become amazing, three or four times as large as usual, seeing that the money given by the abbot was about to bottom out, Fang Xing accelerated his speed, striving to reach Wolong City before the sun set tomorrow.