Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou were dressed in black night clothes, only two pairs of bright eyes were exposed, and even the long sword in their hands was tightly wrapped in black cloth at this time, without revealing a trace of other colors. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Zhijing's eyes like ink jade kept turning, his eyes were unusually bright, his eyes swept away, and he didn't see the existence of anyone around the Hidden Scripture Pavilion; a pair of ears were also trembling slightly, and suddenly his ear power increased greatly, and a sound of insects fell into his ears, but there was no footsteps and wheezing sounds.

Zhao Zhijing's thoughts flowed in his heart, but the breathing of his body was still smooth, without the slightest shortness. And pointed into a sword, a sharp sword qi condensed in the fingertips, two fingers slowly stretched out from the gap in the window, the sword qi at the fingertips was like cutting tofu, without the slightest obstacle, quickly slashed, but the bolt inserted behind the window broke silently.

With a gentle push, there was not the slightest obstacle, and there was not the slightest sound coming out, and the closed window was gently pushed open by Zhao Zhijing. Two black voices flashed, and Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou had already entered the pagoda through the window. Zhao Zhijing backhanded a claw, and in the vigorous pull, the window closed silently.

Zhao Zhijing, who was in the pagoda, kept running his pure and pure qi, and suddenly his ear power and eyesight increased greatly, and Zhao Zhijing at this time had a few traces of subtlety in the heavenly eyes and heavenly ears recorded in the Buddhist scriptures. The slight sound in the pagoda of Nuoda fell on Zhao Zhijing's ears without dropping. In Zhao Zhijing's eyes, this pagoda with a dim butter lamp suddenly became bright, as if this pagoda was covered with everlasting lamps.

Two black figures fell from the two-foot-high window, like two fallen leaves, and fell gently to the ground without the slightest sound. Zhao Zhijing gave a look, Li Mochou was already clear, and then his figure flashed and was already hidden in a hanging yellow curtain, and there was no trace of his figure, as if Li Mochou had merged with this pagoda at this time, even if anyone came would not notice his existence at all.

Zhao Zhijing stepped out and came to a tall bookshelf, which looked particularly old. Zhao Zhijing gently brushed it with one hand, and knew that this bookshelf was made of hundreds of years of iron and wood heart. Ironwood is only in its infancy, it is not outstanding, but only the ironwood that has reached a hundred years old can condense a hard wood heart, that is, a rare precious wood that is rare in a hundred years, and it is harder than the hardness of Zhao Zhijing's red sandalwood sword in the past.

But this book sword, Zhao Zhijing's hand brushed the place should be ground out of a small trace, in the dim pagoda, there are wisps of light out, at a glance, you can know that the age of this bookshelf is not young, and there are often people wiping it, Zhao Zhijing naturally understands in his heart, there must be people often take books from this bookcase.

Zhao Zhijing swept his eyes, there were old books on the shelves, but the written words were still clear. Picking up a one-finger-thick book, in the dim light, the four big characters "Luohan Long Fist" were clearly written, Zhao Zhijing was suddenly happy, since Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin founded the Great Song Dynasty with a set of Taizu Long Fist. The simple move of the long fist is spread in the world, as long as people who know some crop styles can use this Taizu long fist. Shaolin also has an Arhat long fist, and this Tianlong Temple does not seem to be left behind, and it also has its own Arhat long fist.

Zhao Zhijing flipped a few pages at random, then put the book in his hand back to its original place, and then picked up a few books at random and looked at them, but they were just ordinary martial arts circulating in the rivers and lakes, although they may be rare classics for ordinary people, but they are not of any use to Zhao Zhijing. Zhao Zhijing shook his head, he was smart but was mistaken by being smart, there are often people here who take books, obviously some monks who have just entered Tianlong Temple, come here to find basic martial arts classics.

Zhao Zhijing in the first floor, changed a few bookshelves, there are only a few basic martial arts classics and many Buddhist scriptures, obviously there are no precious classics on this first floor, it can only be regarded as an ordinary library pavilion, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a trace of disappointment, but when the corner of his eye saw the stairs in the corner, Zhao Zhijing's face appeared with a smile again.

Zhao Zhijing stepped out in a few steps, walked up the stairs silently, and stepped into the second floor, Zhao Zhijing suddenly saw a large number of Buddha statues in front of him, a one-meter-high Buddha statue sat in the center of the pagoda, and several bright oil lamps surrounded the Buddha statue, illuminating the second layer of the pagoda transparently. Several long incense sticks are inserted in the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue, and wisps of incense come to the nose.

Smelling the fragrance in his nose, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a smile, and he couldn't help admiring in his heart: "This Tianlong Temple is really wealthy, these incense sticks are rare treasures, not ordinary people can afford to use them, I don't want this Tianlong Temple to be able to use it from time to time, it is really a country to raise a temple, it's really amazing!"

Zhao Zhijing swept his eyes and saw that on a small table in front of the Buddha statue, there were several books with yellowed skins, and suddenly Zhao Zhijing's face showed a smile, revealing a fine light and not seeing a trace of abnormality. Suddenly, I saw Zhao Zhijing's figure flashing, and when I looked at it again, he was already standing silently beside the small table.

True qi wrapped in the slender palm, Zhao Zhijing reached out and picked up one of them, on which there were clearly written three words "Kurong Sutra", suddenly Zhao Zhijing had seen many high martial arts like this, and he couldn't help but be excited, this time to Tianlong Temple, one of Zhao Zhijing's purposes is this Kurong Sutra, even if nothing else is obtained, Zhao Zhijing's heart will think that this time to Dali, it is worth it.

Immediately, Zhao Zhijing opened the pages of the book, and the words of the scriptures came into Zhao Zhijing's eyes, and the cultivation method that was different from the Taoist Xuangong was suddenly imprinted in Zhao Zhijing's mind. Closing the book in his hand, the light in Zhao Zhijing's eyes converged, and he only listened to him mutter.

"Legend has it that the world-honored Shakyamuni was destroyed between the two trees in the city of Sura, east and west, north and south, each with two trees, and the two trees on each side were one prosperous and one withered, which was called the four withered and four glorious. The tree of prosperity and glory signifies the essence of Nirvana: permanence, happiness, self, and purity, while the withered and withered tree shows the world's phenomena: impermanence, no happiness, no self, and no purity. If you come to perish in the midst of these eight realms, it means that it is neither dry nor glorious, neither false nor empty. This Kurong Sutra is really good, it has such a deep meaning, it is not much better than the Nine Yin True Sutra, and it is rare that its control of its own qi and blood can split all the way. ”

"The donor actually has such an opinion on the Kurong Sutra, and it is really good, but the donor is so uninvited, which is really detrimental to the demeanor of the donor. Looking for the voice, Zhao Zhijing's eyes swept away, and at this moment, a breeze blew from the window, lifting the long curtain, and a monk in a withered yellow monk's robe sat on the futon with his back to Zhao Zhijing facing the wall. (To be continued.) )