The Lord of Reincarnation - 50. Chapter 50 Borrowing Books (for collection)

“Ugh……”

In the moonlight, Fang Xian left a book and walked out of the small mountain village.

He still couldn’t bear the feeling of parting and chose to leave by himself.

When returning home this time, he took care of everything and even arranged for his nephew and niece to read and read.

In the end, after thinking and thinking, I still left a few martial arts and mental techniques-not just revealing the origins at a glance, but the innocence of the bad street.

Although rough and simple, if you have a talent for practicing martial arts, you may not be able to make a fortune.

Of course, I have told many times beforehand the truth of “no money is revealed”. With the cunning and wisdom of the peasants in the countryside of Wang Laogen, he also knows that it is so powerful that it will definitely be covered to death.

After all, in this world, there is no martial arts, how to get ahead is fake.

After finishing all this, Fang Xian put aside the burden of his heart and began to make full preparations for the war.

“I’m promoted to Great Master, Qingyuan Palace and Rushi Temple must be regarded as thorns in my eyes. Swordsman and Zhifan monk may have to be inseparable, which is very troublesome…”

Under Baiyun Mountain, after the Madman Chu died, the Great Master was invincible in the world, and the Kendo man chose to act alone, which was actually a good opportunity.

It’s a pity that Fang Xian can’t catch up with the swordsman. The opponent will probably not give him a fair chance to fight next time. 80% of them are,’What are the rules with the demon? Everyone stand side by side! ‘That set.

“Great masters are also divided into strengths and weaknesses. If I go further, it is not impossible to fight one against two…”

Fang Xian quickly recalled the strength he had on hand.

“This world doesn’t seem to be simple. There are still some good things in the two veins of the Vatican, such as the swordsmanship of the swordsman… The practice of the Bodhi Temple is said to be passed down as a temple, and there are some unique secrets… Or, grab it. Take a look?”

The current six schools are no longer in Fang Xian’s eyes.

“Actually, even if you learn from others’ strengths, it is limited to this realm. The highest level is the level of’Imperial Swordsmanship’ and’Dragon and Tiger Powerful King Kong Isn’t Bad Supernatural Powers’…

Fang Xian’s face was solemn.

In his hand, there is also a copy of “Dong Xuan Secret Record”, which is weird and unpredictable, and its power can absolutely crush the two veins of the Brahma Dao.

“It’s a pity…With my current state, that is, the last few years of hard practice, after climbing the Tianfeng Peak, I only had an epiphany…”

According to Fang Xian’s guess, there are two ways to practice “Dong Xuan Secret Records”.

The first is in that cosmic world, under the influence of the “starry sky giant eye”. Although the progress is rapid, 80% of it will be controlled by this. It is hard to say what the final outcome will be.

The second type is a coincidence. In this way, I rely on adventure to block the influence from the’upper level’, and then rely on my own realm to forcefully understand the secret book.

“What kind of grandmaster, grandmaster, in the starry sky giant eye system, I am afraid that it is no different from ordinary people, so I could only have a coincidence last time, and an insight…”

Fang Xian frowned, “But I still have the golden finger of the attribute column, which can consume my own qi and improve my comprehension… Maybe I can go to the “Dong Xuan Secret Transcript” once? But this book is really evil, just in case. What do you do if you get caught up in something weird?”

He doesn’t care that what he cultivates is evil work, as long as he can use it, but he is afraid that his thinking will be affected, and he will become schizophrenic, crazy, or change his personality and become bloodthirsty.

Even if it is the martial arts of this world, and the realm is not enough, if you force the cultivation to the next level, the chance of getting into trouble will greatly increase.

“But if you are forced to a desperate situation, I am afraid that you have to do so, but the true energy required to understand “Tongxuan Secret Record Manuscript” can be astonishing. I have been supplementing these days, and it is still a little short… ”

“Then do both, let’s go to the looting technique first.”

Fang Xian had a certain mind, and quickly left with light effort.

…

Tianlun Country.

This country is located to the north of the Yuanwu Kingdom, and it believes in Sanskrit.

Temples stand around almost every big city.

Especially outside the Tianlun capital city, 490 temples were built, each enshrining Taoist monks to practice, and they are very famous.

The mountain gate of Bodhi Temple is located here.

Mount Bodhi.

Fang Xian wore a white-gold robe and wandered outside the gate: “Can Master Heart Zen be here? Fang Xian comes to worship the mountain!”

His voice is not loud, but strangely spread farther and farther, echoing throughout the temple.

For a while, many monks were so scared that the wooden fish in their hands fell to the ground: “The White Tiger Fiend is here?!”

The entire Bodhi Buddhist Temple was quiet, and there was a sudden uproar of dozens of times.

Especially near Fangxian, the two little novice monks holding broomsticks in their hands turned their eyes white and fainted with fright.

“Am I so scary?”

Fang Xian touched his face and didn’t know what kind of demon he had been rendered into among the decent sect.

“Amitabha!”

After a while, a group of monks greeted them with the sound of the Buddha’s horn, followed by rows of monks holding sticks, their faces looking at death like home.

“Poor monk’s heart, I have seen Fang Donor, but I don’t know why Fang Donor came here?”

The first monk was wearing the robes of the great monk, his face was brown, his hands clasped together.

“A few small things…Where is the Master Heart Zen?”

Fang Xian glanced, did not see Xin Chan, could not help but ask strangely.

“Senior Brother Xinchan died of his wounds on the road, and has passed away.” Master Xinben showed a trace of grief in his eyes.

“Oh……”

Fang Xianxin said that he hadn’t noticed the old boy so casually, and a smile appeared on his face: “I want to take a look at the Buddhist scriptures pavilion of the Buddhist monastery, and I ask the master for permission!”

“Devil!”

“presumptuous!”

My heart’s eyelids twitched, and the monks behind were already flushed, and roared: “The thief still wants to covet my Zen practice?”

“Although this temple’s martial arts is crude, it is not passed on to outsiders…”

Master Xinben had just said half a sentence, and he saw a three-eyed white tiger with evil patterns appearing behind Fang Xian. The twisted and strange patterns brought a strong sense of impact.

The warriors under the congenital shudder and fainted, and even the congenital masters felt a lot of qi stagnation.

“If you don’t agree, it’s a pity that this great Buddhist temple will be destroyed in the sea of fire.”

Fang Xian sighed quietly: “I have always been a reasonable person.”

“Amitabha Buddha, Zen Buddhism opens the door to convenience. Since the donor wants to see… I am silent, take the donor to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!”

Master Xinben said suddenly.

“Thank you!”

Fang Xian nodded in greeting, followed another master into the Bodhi Monastery, knowing that he had to speed up.

After all, I was a lonely person before, and the swordsman and the Zhifan monk couldn’t catch his whereabouts.

But if this happens, it is guaranteed that the intelligence will appear on the desks of the Vatican and Daoism within the shortest possible time.

When I was discovered that I was interested in the six major martial arts, I would definitely set up traps and wait for the rabbits.

“But I’m not afraid of group attacks. There are only two great masters. They want to block me, and it’s very troublesome…”

A smile appeared at the corner of Fang Xian’s mouth.