The Buddhist Scripture Pavilion in Wudang Mountain.
It is the place that carries the thousand-year history of Wudang Mountain.
It is a forbidden area that is not inferior to Tingchao Pavilion, even if ordinary disciples want to go to Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to read the archives.
All require approval at all levels, and then walk three mountains to arrive at the last deep mountain.
When Wu Changqing and Zhiheng appeared in front of the ancient and grand Sutra Pavilion.
Wu Changqing didn't show any signs of fatigue, even though he was holding a heavy quilt in his arms, and his sight was almost completely covered along the way.
On the other hand, Zhiheng, who was light and just leading the way, was out of breath at this moment.
He was holding on to the big tree beside him with his hands, looking pale and breathing heavily.
"It turns out...it turns out...you are also a practicing master."
"Entered the ninth level? No, entered the eighth level."
Zhiheng's dissatisfaction with Wu Changqing has subsided a lot at this moment.
Just because he had come this way, he deliberately moved forward at full speed and wanted to leave Wu Changqing far away.
Let the other party suffer while showing off your own moral integrity.
But along the way, the other party seemed not to be tired at all, following his figure like brown sugar all the way.
On the contrary, it was after going at full speed and climbing over a big mountain.
He was already beyond his capabilities, half running and half running.
But the other party turned around and started waiting for him in front.
In terms of physical strength and endurance, he had to be convinced.
At the same time, he guessed that the other party was already a martial arts practitioner, otherwise he would not have such abundant physical strength.
"So be it."
Wu Changqing did not deny it.
After just saying something casually, he walked straight into the Wudang Sutra Pavilion, which looked even larger than Tingchao Pavilion.
As soon as he entered the pavilion, there was a burst of dust.
The view is full of vicissitudes of life and simplicity.
I think it's been a long time since anyone has been to this Sutra Pavilion.
The lights in the pavilion are dim, but you can still see the layout clearly. Rows of tall bookshelves are filled with books full of decay.
"Because the conditions for entering the Sutra Pavilion are extremely strict."
"Either the headmaster gave me permission, or he made some great achievements for the sect."
"Otherwise, ordinary Taoists cannot enter directly, so if you live in this Sutra Pavilion, you need to clean it yourself."
“And there can’t be any outside or damaged books.”
"Once you are found to have violated these, the headmaster will definitely punish you severely."
Zhiheng followed Wu Changqing into the Scripture Collection Pavilion and spoke to Wu Changqing in a much gentler tone.
But he still talked about the rules here with some displeasure.
Wu Changqing looked at the dusty pavilion, frowned slightly, and then waved lightly.
The wide plain white sleeves suddenly stirred up a lot of excitement.
But then the wind suddenly surged, blowing up gusts of wind directly in the pavilion.
Bang, bang, bang.
The Sutra Pavilion only has five floors, but each floor is more than ten feet high.
Four doors and hundreds of windows were blown open by the strong wind, and the dust in the cabinet was swept outside by the wind.
Zhiheng, who was standing at the door, had no time to be shocked.
I ate a mouthful of dust directly in front of me, and I couldn't even open my eyes when I blew it.
The Sutra Pavilion was swept through by madness.
It's obviously much cleaner.
Wu Changqing stretched out his hand again, and a talisman emerged from his sleeve, which was ignited by his spiritual power.
The yellow paper suddenly turned into flying ash, and then bursts of water mist suddenly appeared in the pavilion.
Zhiheng just rubbed his eyes, thinking about the scene just now, and opened his eyes in disbelief.
He felt as if his body surface was covered with a layer of fine mist and felt wet.
A casual touch of clothing.
The water mist covering the surface of his clothes immediately soaked his robes.
The cold touch made him shiver.
"You...what are you?!"
Zhiheng's face was full of disbelief. Although he had not practiced these magical methods yet.
But I also learned a lot from my elder brothers.
When the wind rises, Taoist sects have this specialized technique, but it requires a Taoist of the fourth grade or above to practice it.
As for the bursts of water mist, it seems to be the effect brought by the talisman.
It is also an extremely impressive method.
At this moment, in his heart, his dissatisfaction with Wu Changqing suddenly dissipated.
Instead, there was confusion and confusion.
Who is this person?
During his doubts.
A talisman appeared in Wu Changqing's hand again.
Seeing this scene, Zhiheng's eyes suddenly widened. This time he wanted to see Wu Changqing's next move with his own eyes.
To identify what kind of good deeds the other party has.
The moment the talisman was ignited by Wu Changqing, the blazing flames directly engulfed the entire Sutra Pavilion.
In the fifth-floor Sutra Pavilion, all the doors and windows burst into flames almost simultaneously.
Although it only passed away for a moment, it returned to peace.
With a thud, Zhiheng fell directly out of the Sutra Pavilion and collapsed on the ground outside.
His face showed horror and disbelief.
But such a large-scale flame talisman really scared him.
He personally experienced the feeling of being wrapped in flames. Although his body was protected by a layer of water mist, he did not suffer any harm.
But I still received a big shock in my heart, leaving some shadows.
Let’s look at today’s Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
With the initial package of water mist, the flash of raging fire did not damage anything in the Sutra Pavilion.
On the contrary, the blending of water and fire evaporated a large amount of mist, which absorbed all the dust.
The Sutra Pavilion looks like a brand new one.
Become very clean and serious.
In this way, Wu Changqing placed the bedding on the ground with satisfaction.
"Oh, by the way, junior brother, are you okay?"
"Look at my brain, how could I forget you?"
"If it's okay, you can leave."
Wu Changqing looked at Zhiheng outside the door as if belatedly.
He said with an honest look.
"Senior...senior brother is too...worrying too much."
"I'm fine."
Zhiheng was looking at Wu Changqing at this moment, and he no longer dared to be so rude and mean.
Wu Changqing's series of methods have far exceeded his knowledge.
Although this is a Taoist sect, it still pays attention to the truth as big as a fist.
At this moment, he was completely impressed by Wu Changqing's strength.
Be willing to call each other senior brother.
Wu Changqing waved his hand impatiently.
Zhiheng didn't dare to feel dissatisfied at all, and quickly stood up and walked in the direction he came from.
Don't dare to wait a second longer.
Looking at Zhiheng's embarrassed figure, Wu Changqing raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"Now there are no unsightly people who can come to me for trouble."
The reason why he wants to frighten the opponent with such a "little belly" is to wait for work in leisure.
In order to prevent those brothers who are dissatisfied with him from bothering him and disturbing his practice time.
Wu Changqing did all this.
His mind suddenly fell silent, and he looked around with bright eyes at the Taoist classics that could not be measured by money.
Now he has entered the Tao.
Although there is Qingdi Immortality Technique for him to practice during the Qi Refining Period.
But this is not enough. The degree of spiritual energy that one has to absorb before entering the Tao is completely different from that before entering the Tao.
He wanted to start building a holy place for himself to practice in this Sutra Pavilion.
