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The whole layer is full of books, including jade slips that have been handed down since ancient times, bamboo slips from ancient times, and more paper books.

Densely packed, all of them are collections, which can give a glimpse of the corner of the heritage of Xianmen for thousands of years.

The injury and illness chapter on the ninth floor alone has 18,000 volumes and 1.59 billion words, which is simply a sea of smoke.

Xu Changming stood in the center of the endless collection, looked around, and suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"There are so many books, you can't read them all in your life, but fortunately, Xianmen never relies on your eyes to read word by word. ”

After Xu Changming finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and pressed it on a piece of jade in front of him like water waves.

In an instant, endless archives appeared wildly in his spiritual platform, and countless golden words flashed quickly like a horse watching flowers.

"What are you looking for?"

A cold voice that seemed to have no emotion resounded over the sea of consciousness of Xu Changming's spiritual platform.

Xu Changming knew that it was the soul of the book immortal, so he didn't think about it, and responded loudly in the Lingtai Sea of Consciousness: "I want to find a kind of injury, I want to see what kind of injury it is." ”

"Please describe the injury. ”

The cold voice sounded again.

"The wound, like a black poisonous spider, grew very large, lying on its back, and the poisonous silk spread in all directions. Well, after forcibly suppressing it with cultivation, it turned into a small black plum blossom. By the way, this injury can be extremely painful. ”

Xu Changming remembered the shocking black spot on the back of the fairy sister Jade, and described it seriously to the soul of the book fairy.

The soul of the book fairy seemed to be flipping through the endless collections, and he didn't speak for a long time, Xu Changsheng only heard the sound of flipping books in the sea of consciousness.

"Isn't that it?"

The voice of the soul of the book immortal suddenly sounded, and at the same time, a picture appeared above the sea of consciousness of Xu Changsheng.

There was a kind of injury drawn on the picture, which was very similar to the injury described by Xu Changming, but Xu Changming shook his head and denied it.

The sound of flipping books reappeared.

"Isn't that it?"

After a moment, the soul of the book fairy asked again, and at the same time, a picture appeared.

Xu Changsheng denied it again.

Bang la blah.

This time, after a long time, when Xu Changsheng even thought that there was no record of that kind of strange injury in the 18,000-volume collection, the soul of the book immortal suddenly spoke.

"Isn't that it?"

Xu Changming was suddenly overjoyed, and nodded hurriedly: "That's it, it's exactly the same." ”

"This thing is not a wound, it is a poison, the poison is called the Yin Poison, it is made by the ancient Lich Clan, and it has been lost in the world for thousands of years. ”

The soul of the book fairy explained slowly and leisurely in a reading tone.

"Poison, erosion and yin poison, then may I ask Mr. Shuxian, how to solve this poison?"

Xu Changming's eyes were fixed, secretly murderous, he immediately hated the poisoned person, and secretly vowed to find the murderer and avenge the fairy sister.

"Eclipse yin poison, difficult to solve, there is only one strange flower in this world that can detoxify this poison. ”

"What kind of flower?"

Xu Changming blurted out and asked.

"Nine-petal Flame Flower! According to the collection, only the crater of the Southern Flame Mountain in this world grows this strange flower. ”

"Southern Flame Mountain!"

Xu Changming remembered the name of the place.

He got the answer from the 18,000-volume collection of the Wounds and Illnesses, and went downstairs and left the forbidden place.

Standing under the stone tablet outside the forbidden place of the book collection, he looked at the Changsheng Mountain in the distance, he could no longer see the Lingyan Cave Mansion clearly, he only knew that the fairy sister was suffering from a strange poison and was extremely painful.

"Sister Fairy, I'll go and pick that nine-petal flame flower for you. ”

Xu Changming whispered to the Lingyan Cave Mansion in the distance, and then resolutely turned around and walked towards the nearest immortal gate here.

It was the second immortal gate among the Nine Immortal Gates, and Xu Changsheng didn't know what the outside of the Second Immortal Gate was.

Without a moment's hesitation, he took out a key that looked like a jade butterfly and thrust it into the void.

Thundered.

The second immortal gate was opened, revealing a magnificent gate, and inside the door, the sound of thunder came.

Xu Changming glanced back at the direction of the Lingyan Cave Mansion, his eyes showed determination, and then he stepped out.

Leave the fairy gate and go down the mountain.

This is the first time that Xu Changsheng has left the Xianmen after being tricked into the Great Immortal Gate by the old liar Zhang Banxian a year ago.

stepped out with one foot, and then turned around to look back, where is there still the shadow of the second immortal gate?

All you can see is a lonely mountaintop, with a pile of old withered vines scattered on the top of the mountain, and a small sheep's intestine path winding down the mountain.

Xu Changsheng sighed lightly, he had been in the Great Immortal Gate for a year, and when he came out at this moment, he felt like a world away, and his mood was already very different.

In the past, he was only bent on escaping from the boring and boring tofu factory, and going up the mountain to cultivate immortals was just for fun and fun.

Now, as soon as he left the Great Immortal Gate, he missed the leisurely days in the cave very much.

"Down the mountain!"

Xu Changming is now a nine-layer cultivator, his body is as light as a swallow, and when he goes down the mountain, he walks like flying, shrinks the ground into inches, and walks a very long way in the blink of an eye.

If there was a mortal who had not cultivated an immortal at this time and saw it on the side, he would definitely exclaim "immortal".

It wasn't long before he was at the bottom of the mountain, and a road crossed at the foot of the mountain, one to the north and the other to the south.

I think that at the beginning, he and the old liar Zhang Banxian went up the mountain, tired and half dead, panting like a cow, and now they are going down the mountain, their faces are not red and they are not panting, as if they are taking a walk in the yard.

Xu Changming walked up the avenue and walked towards the south.

"Hey, the little donor in front, are you also going to Chuling City to pay respects?"

Xu Changming suddenly heard someone shouting behind him.

In this barren mountain and wilderness, there are still others, Xu Changsheng was slightly surprised, and turned to look.

I saw a bald boy walking briskly, every step was several feet away, and his cultivation was very amazing.

"Seems to be a little monk?"

Xu Changsheng was even more surprised, since ancient times, the immortal sect has been in power, and Buddhist disciples are rare.

A bald head, a six-point ring scar, a monk's robe, a pair of shoes, and a broken rain hat behind his back.

The little monk arrived in front of Xu Changsheng in the blink of an eye, and then he joined his hands to do something, made a Buddhist gesture, and said: "Amitabha, is the little benefactor going to Chuling City in the south to pay homage?"

"Ah, oh, yes, yes. ”

Xu Changming's black eyes rolled around, and he lied casually.

The little monk suddenly laughed, and his rather handsome face had two shallow dimples.

He smiled: "That's really good, all the way south, I didn't see half a figure, but I was lonely and a poor monk." ”

Xu Changsheng blinked, looked at this little monk who was about the same age as himself, and asked, "Little Master, what is your surname?"

The little monk shook his bald head like a spinning top, and his shiny head shook so that Xu Changsheng's eyes hurt.

The little monk said: "The monks don't talk about the name of the world, and the poor monk is called Xiao Yezi. ”

Hearing the little monk's name, Xu Changsheng almost squirted out a mouthful of saliva.

"Little Master, why does your Dharma name sound so informal?

Xu Changming smiled and joked, the first time he saw this little monk, he thought he was very interesting, an interesting young man.

What he didn't expect was that the little monk nodded and said, "The little donor is really smart, my Dharma name is really taken by the little master in my family." ”

Xu Changming's eyes widened, and he said strangely: "Although it is the first time I have seen you Buddhist disciples, I have also heard that you Buddhist disciples are not allowed to marry a wife, could it be that your master is an old and unserious flower monk?"

Xu Changsheng didn't expect it, and the little monk Xiao Yezi nodded again and said: "Little donor, you are really amazing, how do you know about this? However, my master is not a master, but a little master, but he is indeed an immodest little flower monk." ”

"Ah, which big temple is Little Master?"

Xu Changsheng felt that this little leaf monk was very interesting.

"It's not a big temple, it's a Buddhist temple in the bitter sea in the north, we only offer one Buddha, and we only recite one sutra. ”

Monk Xiaoyezi replied seriously.