Chapter 50 Borrowing Books
"well……"
In the moonlight, Fang Xian left a letter and walked out of the small mountain village.
He still couldn't bear the sadness of separation and chose to leave on his own.
When he returned home this time, he took care of all the affairs and also arranged for his nephews and nieces to go to school and learn to read and write.
After much thought, he finally decided to keep a few martial arts and mental techniques - not ones whose origins would be exposed at first glance, but ones that were innocent and common on the streets.
Although it is crude and simple, if you have a talent for martial arts, you may be able to make a fortune with it.
Of course, he was reminded many times in advance of the principle of "not showing off wealth". With the cunning and wisdom of a country farmer, Wang Laogen knew the seriousness of this and would definitely keep it secret.
After all, in this world, if you don’t have martial arts skills, any success you achieve is fake.
After completing all this, Fang Xian put down the burden in his heart and began to prepare for the war with all his strength.
"I'm promoted to Grandmaster. Qingyuan Palace and Rushi Temple will definitely regard me as a thorn in their side. The swordsman and the monk Zhifan may become inseparable. It will be a big trouble..."
At the foot of Baiyun Mountain, since the grandmaster was invincible after the death of Chu Kuangren, the swordsman chose to act alone, which was actually a good opportunity.
It's a pity that Fang Xian couldn't catch up with the swordsman. The next time they fight, the other party probably won't give him a fair chance to fight. He will probably say, "What rules are there to talk about with the devil? Let's fight side by side!"
"There are also strong and weak grandmasters. If I can make further progress, it is not impossible for me to fight two alone..."
Fang Xian quickly recalled the strength he had at hand.
"This world doesn't seem to be simple. The Brahma and Daoist sects still have some good things, such as the sword-controlling skills of the swordsman... The skills of the Bodhi Zen Temple are said to have been passed down from the Rushi Temple, and there are some unique secrets... How about we go and rob them and see?"
Today, Fang Xian no longer takes the six major sects seriously.
"In fact, even if I learn from many masters, I am still limited to this realm. The highest level is the 'Sword Controlling Technique' and the 'Dragon Tiger Power Vajra Indestructible Magical Power'... If I want to catch the enemy by surprise, I can only rely on higher skills and secret techniques..."
Fang Xian's face was solemn.
In his hand, he also has a copy of the "Dongxuan Secret Records", which is mysterious and unpredictable, and its power can definitely crush the skills of the Brahma and Taoism.
"It's a pity... With my current state, I only had an epiphany after practicing hard for several years and climbing the Jietian Peak..."
According to Fang Xian's guess, there are two ways to practice "Dongxuan Secret Record Manuscript".
The first is that in that universe, under the influence of the 'Giant Eye of the Starry Sky', although progress is rapid, it will most likely be restricted by it, and it is hard to say what the final outcome will be.
The second is chance. In this way, I rely on chance to block the influence from the "upper level", and then rely on my own realm to force myself to understand the secret book.
"What Grandmaster? In the system of the Starry Sky Giant Eye, they are probably no different from ordinary people. That's why I could only gain enlightenment by chance last time..."
Fang Xian frowned, "But I still have the golden finger of the attribute column, which can consume my own true energy and improve my understanding... Maybe I can comprehend the "Dongxuan Secret Record Manuscript" once? But this book is really evil. What if I comprehend something strange and go astray?"
He didn't care that he was practicing evil or demonic skills, as long as he could use them for his own benefit, but he was afraid that his thinking would be affected and he would become schizophrenic, crazy, or his personality would change and he would become bloodthirsty.
Even if it is the martial arts of this world, if one does not reach the required level and forces himself to practice to the next level, the chance of going astray will greatly increase.
“But if I’m forced into a desperate situation, I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to do so. However, the amount of true energy required to comprehend the Dongxuan Secret Records is astonishingly large. I’ve been replenishing it these days, but I’m still a little short…”
"Then we should do it on two fronts. Let's rob the skills first."
Fang Xian made up his mind and quickly used his Qinggong skills to leave.
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Tianlun Kingdom.
This country is located north of Yuanwu State and the people there believe in Buddhism.
There are temples around almost every big city.
Especially outside the capital of Tianlun, 490 large temples were built, each enshrining eminent monks for practice and cultivation, and they were very famous.
The mountain gate of Bodhi Zen Temple is located here.
Bodhi Mountain.
Fang Xian, wearing a white and gold robe, walked to the outside of the mountain gate and said, "Is Master Xinchan here? Fang Xian is here to pay his respects to the mountain!"
His voice was not loud, but strangely it spread farther and farther, echoing throughout the entire temple.
For a moment, many monks were so frightened that they dropped the wooden fish in their hands: "The White Tiger Evil Star is coming?!"
The entire Bodhi Monastery fell silent for a moment, and then suddenly there was a noise that was dozens of times louder.
Especially near Fang Xian, the two little monks who were sweeping with brooms had their eyes rolled back and fainted from fright.
"Am I that scary?"
Fang Xian touched his face and had no idea that he had been portrayed as a demon among the famous and upright sects.
"Amitabha!"
Not long after, with the sound of Buddhist chanting, a group of monks came out, followed by rows of martial monks holding sticks, their faces full of fearless expressions .
"I am a poor monk, Xinben. I am honored to meet you, Mr. Fang. I wonder what you are here for?"
The first monk, wearing the robe of a great abbot, had a sallow face and clasped his hands together.
"Just a few small things... Where is ?"
Fang Xian glanced around and didn't see Xin Chan, so he asked curiously.
"Brother Xinchan died of his injuries on the road and has passed away." Master Xinben's eyes showed a trace of grief and anger.
"oh……"
Fang Xian thought that he had not realized that the old man was so weak at that time, and a smile appeared on his face: "I would like to borrow the Sutra Pavilion of the Zen Temple to have a look, please allow me, Master!"
"Devil!"
"presumptuous!"
Xin Ben's eyelids jumped, and the monks behind him blushed and shouted angrily: "You thief, you still want to covet my Zen technique?"
"Although our temple's martial arts are crude, we will not pass them on to outsiders..."
Master Xinben had just said half a sentence when he saw a three-eyed white tiger with evil patterns appear behind Fang Xian. The twisted and strange patterns brought a strong sense of impact.
Warriors below the innate level trembled and fainted one after another. Even the innate masters felt that their true energy was stagnant.
"If you don't agree, it's a pity that this great Buddhist temple will be destroyed in a sea of fire."
Fang Xian sighed quietly: "I have always been a reasonable person."
"Amitabha, Zen Buddhism has opened the door to convenience. Since you want to read it...Xingji, I will take you to the Sutra Library!"
Master Xinben suddenly said.
"Thank you!"
Fang Xian nodded in greeting and followed the other master into the Bodhi Temple, knowing that he had to speed up.
After all, he was alone before, and the swordsman and the monk Zhifan could not track his whereabouts.
But once this happens, it is guaranteed that the information will appear on the desks of the Brahma and Taoist sects in the shortest possible time.
If they find out that he is interested in the six major martial arts schools, they will definitely set traps and wait for him.
"But I am not afraid of a group attack. There are only two Grandmasters. It would be very troublesome for them to stop me..."
A smile appeared on Fang Xian's lips.
