If the aura he sensed was not false, Xie Lan would almost think that he was possessed by something dirty in the mountains.
"Did you...when did you develop such a hobby?"
Bai Yiqing: "This black spot is incompatible with the lens. Maybe you can find it after wiping it."
Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God, he thought the other party was infected by those two unreliable people.
The night passed quickly. The woods near Lover Lake were not lush, and the view was extremely wide. Standing halfway up the mountain, you could clearly watch the sunrise.
When Bai Yiqing and Xie Lan arrived at the lake, Fang Shan was already standing in the middle of the lake, looking down.
This is the first time Xie Lan has seen him show his strength. Although Xie Lan is not serious in his heart, he is actually an out-and-out cultivation wizard.
Hearing the noise, Fang Shan turned around and asked enthusiastically if they had discovered anything after a night of research.
Xie Lan shook his head calmly.
The smile on Fang Shan's face disappeared instantly.
Xie Lan's mouth twitched... It was too realistic.
Monks who have just started traveling like to try their luck in places with many legends. Although Lover's Lake has gone through countless explorations, one or two monks will occasionally come here.
Seeing that there was little point in continuing to stay, and that if he was not careful, he would attract the attention of interested people, Fang Shan suggested leaving first.
Xie Lan: "But we haven't found any problem yet."
Fang Shan shook his head: "There is no point in staying here."
Xie Lan didn't hear Bai Yiqing's objection and asked, "Where are you going next?"
Fang Shan: "The place with the largest collection of books."
Bai Yiqing: "Buddhism."
Xie Lan couldn't help but smile: "There is a tacit understanding."
As soon as the words were spoken, three eyes were struck at the same time.
Fang Shan is a pragmatist and firmly believes that when he is troubled by a problem, it proves that he should study more.
In just one night, Wei Sushen had cultivated to the point where he could fly in the air with weapons. When setting off, Xie Lan was amazed by what he saw. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, who would have thought that a sick man could practice so fast.
Viewed from the sky, everything in the world has shrunk to a drop in the ocean. Buddhism is far away at the intersection of the east and west continents. On the way, several people had to stop in a small town to rest for the night before continuing their journey. The weather was bad the next day, with heavy dark clouds. Through the dark sky, one could barely see a golden sky in the distance.
Fang Shan commented: "It's very shiny and ostentatious."
"The donor's words are wrong. The golden light that fills the sky is the merit of the eminent monks who passed away."
Fang Shan was slightly startled, but saw a smiling monk appearing in the clouds. He looked very kind, and his body was half transparent and illusory. This was similar to the fat monk's soul.
After staring carefully for a moment, it was difficult to tell whether the monk was dead or alive.
Bai Yiqing: "Respected masters usually use secret methods to extract part of their souls before they have a hundred years left in their lives, and extend their time for several decades to continue guarding Buddhism."
Fang Shan: "Wouldn't this mean that we no longer have the chance to hit a higher realm?"
If you have a deep foundation, you may not be able to break through to a new level after several decades of seclusion, thereby gaining a longer life.
The sound of Amitabha came, and the monk clasped his hands and said: "Before the life is about to end, there will be only one person who can break through. Instead of doing this, it is better to protect my fellow disciples."
Fang Shan had always admired but disagreed with many practices of Buddhism. He sighed and said nothing more about the master's compassion.
Bai Yiqing was already very lucky that he didn't say those words that would make people angry and not pay for their lives. Before Fang Shan spoke again, he walked up to the master and handed over a small golden palm-sized sword: "Master said that with this token, you can go A look at the Sutra Pavilion."
The master nodded: "Fifty years ago, my venerable master came to visit Buddhism and hoped to borrow a Sword Sutra. However, non-disciples of the sect could not enter the Sutra Pavilion. The two sides were in a stalemate. In the end, my senior brother had to compete with him in person to determine the outcome. .”
There is no doubt about the result: Buddhism was defeated in that battle.
He glanced at Bai Yiqing and said: "After my master won, he did not spread the matter to damage our Buddhist honor. Therefore, senior brother left him a token. In the future, if a disciple of the Sword Sect wins ten core Buddhist disciples in a row before the age of thirty, he will It can be exchanged for a chance to go to the Sutra Pavilion."
“…”
Fang Shan observed Bai Yiqing's expression: "Why do you look so surprised?"
Bai Yiqing: "My master has never mentioned that we need to fight."
The core disciples of Buddhism are so powerful that they can fight ten times in a row at the same level and still succeed. That's called a myth.
The master smiled and said: "My master said before leaving that life is about challenges."
When Bai Yiqing frowned, Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't give this troublesome token to him at that time.
The master called out to Amitabha again: "A few of you have come here with their travels. You can rest here for a day before making any plans."
Everywhere in Buddhism gives people the impression of tranquility. Wei Sushen's temperament is very suitable for this place. After all, he has no sense of presence from beginning to end, just like going through the motions.
As soon as I settled down, I went to ask for a bowl of ginger soup to ward off the cold.
Fang Shan still had a little bit of conscience left, so he said to Bai Yiqing, who was about to take the lead alone: "If you don't mind, I can help you."
Bai Yiqing's face was expressionless: "How can I help?"
"Drug them."
There's nothing a bowl of medicine can't fix.
Bai Yiqing: "Do you want to become a public enemy of Buddhism?"
Fang Shan thought for a while, walked behind the screen, and came out after a while. She already looked like a demon concubine who had brought disaster to the country: her black hair was like a waterfall, and there was an emerald jade hairpin on her head. Even her leering gaze reflected on him. It will all become the glory of hope.
Wei Sushen was not surprised. Bai Yiqing's eyelids twitched. As for Xie Lan -
"Fellow Taoist, who are you?"
Fang Shan covered her lips with a smile, looked at Bai Yiqing and said: "I must enter the Sutra Pavilion. If you don't have the ability to defeat the core disciples, just let me go."
After saying that, he cast a charm technique that he had not used for several years.
In a previous mission, the system played the role of the nine-tailed fox ancestor. Now the aura is fully activated. No matter how determined the people present are, their legs can't help but feel weak.
Xie Lan: "Hurry, hurry up!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was shocked to realize that his normal growl turned into gasping when facing Fang Shan.
Fang Shan smiled again.
Bai Yiqing, who had never spoken to Wei Sushen before, turned his head and said, "Watch him."
Wei Sushen actually nodded in agreement, the Buddhist holy land should not be reduced to a Shura field.
Fang Shan laughed so hard that his branches trembled with laughter. Xie Lan had the weakest concentration among the three. As soon as he pounced on him, Bai Yiqing kicked him into a water tank outside the house to calm down.
Before making more noise, Fang Shan wisely stopped there.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Xie Lan crawled out of the water tank and spat out half of the water lilies he had accidentally swallowed. Regardless of his awkward posture, Xie Lan almost flew to Bai Yiqing: "We must win!"
Otherwise, they may not be able to walk out of Buddhism alive.
And imagining the way he died... he would definitely be infamy for eternity!
Bai Yiqing nodded, the expression on his face was as cold as ice. When he stepped out of the room, the small flowers, grass and leaves planted outside the door seemed to have wilted slightly.
As soon as they left, Fang Shan snapped his fingers and returned to his normal appearance.
Wei Sushen looked at him with complicated eyes: "You actually have such ability."
Adhering to the principle of sharing good things together, Fang Shan took out a secret book: "If you are interested, can we practice together?"
Wei Sushen said calmly: "Then they confused each other and died on the bed?"
“…”
The question thrown by the other party was too sharp, so Fang Shan put away this dangerous idea.
Sometimes people never know where their limits are unless they push themselves.
Bai Yiqing is known as a cultivation wizard who is rare in thousands of years. Needless to say his strength, but even for him, defeating ten core disciples of Buddhism in a row is an impossible challenge.
But now, he is extremely confident that he will achieve final victory.
It’s not about whether you can, it’s about how you must do it.
On the day of the challenge, Fang Shan did not go to watch the match because Wei Sushen was ill again and had to be served even to drink water. He could only serve tea and water in the room while predicting the outcome of the battle.
There was a sudden loud noise outside, and the dark clouds that had been lingering in the sky disappeared in an instant.
Fang Shan walked to the window and squinted his eyes: "It seems that the situation has entered a white-hot stage."
Wei Sushen drank old ginseng tea: "Buddhist disciples will not be opponents."
Fang Shan smiled and walked back: "At this time, you are on the same front."
Wei Sushen wanted to speak, but when the words reached his lips, he couldn't help but cough quietly.
Fang Shan patted him on the back and hesitated for a moment: "As System 333 said, if it was the same person, the host would have been wiped out." After a pause, he said, "You don't have to worry too much."
Wei Sushen glanced at him: "You're worrying too much."
Wei Sushen was not very interested in the connection between Bai Yiqing and himself. Anyway, he belonged to the system, and others were just part of the scenery along the way.
The half-day passed very slowly. After Fang Shan yawned and felt a little sleepy, a young monk suddenly walked outside the door.
"Congratulations to both of you for getting what you wanted."
Fang Shan: "Can we all enter the Sutra Pavilion?"
The young monk nodded: "Donor Bai promised not to browse the secret books. Master will make an exception and allow you to enter together, but you must be accompanied by someone from the sect."
Fang Shan smiled with satisfaction.
Young monk: "Donor Bai is still recovering from his injuries, and the Sutra Pavilion is scheduled to open in three days."
In line with humanistic sentiments, the young monk walked to Fang Shan and seriously considered whether to visit Bai Yiqing.
Wei Sushen saw what he was thinking: "From the other party's point of view, I think it's best if you don't go."
If you communicate less with the system, you may be able to recover faster.
If Bai Yiqing were here, he would definitely agree with his words.
Fang Shan didn't go in the end. When we met again three days later, Bai Yiqing's injury had mostly healed.
The monk who traveled with them had a reputation of helping to find books, but he was actually supervising them. But with him around, he could quickly know where all kinds of books were stored, which was not entirely a bad thing.
There are so many books in the Sutra Pavilion that if you are not careful, you may get lost.
Fang Shan didn't like reading, so he flipped through it casually.
It would be too arrogant to directly look up the information on Lover's Lake, and most of the people read books about rare species.
Wei Sushen stood opposite Fang Shan. When he was not prepared, he put down his hand and secretly replaced it with a book about introducing charm skills, trying to find a way to resist.
Charm: An irresistible confusion attack.
How to deal with it: You can avoid being affected if you have deep cultivation.
Also note: It is said that the top-level charm passed down by the ancestor of the tailed fox is extremely weird, and there is currently no way to crack it. If you encounter it, please give up struggling.
Closing the book with a 'snap', Wei Sushen gave himself a psychological hint. This was the first time he had shown his charm skills on a whim since meeting the system. Maybe he didn't have to worry about encountering similar incidents in his future life.
Fang Shan looked up when he heard the sound of books being closed, and saw that the other party was motionless, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"
Wei Sushen: "Comfort yourself."
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