Reborn as a snake, creating a magic method in the real world

"Even ordinary pilgrims can enter this floor, most of which are just Buddhist scriptures!" Although he did not look carefully, he could guess with his toes that the real secrets should be in the next few floors.

After casually reading a few scriptures, he found nothing special. After the diamond bracelet had absorbed everything, he stepped onto the second level. The whole process took less than half a cup of tea.

If Du Zhen and those old guys from Shaolin knew that Ye Qin had no intention of reading the secret book at all, but instead wanted to make a copy of their Shaolin Temple's Sutra Library, and then extract the essence and remove the dross, I wonder if they would be so angry that they would die.

"According to the speed of the Diamond Bracelet, I can finish it in a few hours at most. There is no need for a whole day. But in order to conceal our tracks, let's limit it to one day."

Now that the Taoist sects are supporting him, Shaolin will pay less attention to him. In addition, with his deliberate agreement, the plan will only go more and more smoothly.

As he walked, he muttered to himself: "After I have cleared all the books and secrets in Shaolin Temple, my sword moves should be able to be optimized by three points. By then, even the innate masters will not be able to avoid me.

Moreover, my ninth-grade Daoist skill will also integrate many martial arts secrets and Buddhist scriptures, and reach a higher level. It should be no problem to cultivate to the innate realm, and there will be no defects!
Of course, if you want to go further, you have to steal all the secret manuals from the various Taoist sects!"

He would order his Imperial City Division to collect secret manuals from all the sects on Qinhu Lake, no matter what method was used. But the effect was not obvious, after all, the foundation was too poor.

“However, after I have mastered all the martial arts of Shaolin Temple, I will be able to make a further step. Even if the opportunity comes later, I finally have hope of reaching the legendary innate realm, connecting the two bridges of heaven and earth, breaking the acquired shackles, and allowing the true energy to circulate continuously.” Ye Qin has long coveted this legendary realm.

In the past, only the Five Supremes on Qinhu were innate masters, but after the death of Chongyang Zhenren, the Five Supremes became Four Supremes. After the perfection of the acquired nature, one can be called the founder of the sect, Qiu Qianren and the Seven Sons of Quanzhen are the best examples.

The second floor of the Sutra Library has some simple sword, spear, stick and club techniques, which can be regarded as secret manuals. Ye Qin did not let go of them either, and swept them all away in one go. Anyway, at this point, even if he didn't want to, the diamond bracelet in his dantian would not give up.

Thinking of this, he secretly guessed: "I wonder if there are any good things on the third level, or higher levels."

As he said this, he walked towards the higher level. Anyway, there were no monks watching him. At most, there were layers of monks surrounding the Sutra Library. However, they posed no threat to him at the moment.

An hour later, Ye Qin left the third floor with satisfaction and headed for the fourth floor. "It's getting more and more interesting. There are actually internal skills on the third floor, and it looks like there are quite a few. Although the grade may not be high, a mosquito is still meat no matter how small it is."

Based on this principle, Ye Qin continued to walk towards the fourth floor.

"Sure enough, a more powerful mental method, combined with some Shaolin moves, is extremely powerful. This should be what those stick monks and arhats practice." He smiled with satisfaction, and after the Vajra Bracelet had absorbed everything, he walked non-stop towards the fifth floor, or even the sixth floor.

A few hours later, when Ye Qin arrived at the seventh floor, he saw those precious secret books and swept them away without hesitation. Then, he sat cross-legged in the room on the seventh floor and began to let his consciousness enter the diamond bracelet.

Densely packed words appeared around him in various forms, and then began to try to combine them under his control. He continued to use the function of the diamond bracelet to perfect the sword move and the ninth level of Taoism.

Such integration and optimization are just to find the best method.

“After I break through to the innate realm, it seems I’ll have to visit various Taoist sects.” Although the things in the Shaolin Temple’s Scripture Library made him feel that there had been some improvements, the extent was not huge. An improvement of two or three points would be good enough.

However, the innate realm is just around the corner!
Finally, Monk Duzhen returned to the martial arts arena and watched the battle between Monk Faxiang and Lin Lingsu continue, with no clear winner. He couldn't help but think to himself, "It seems that there may not be a result in one day. But this time, for the sake of my Shaolin cause, my uncle's health..."

No one knew better than he did that the monk Fashang's body was aging. Although he had relied on his magical powers to prolong his life over the years, aging was aging, and aging could be delayed but not reversed.

"I wonder if that old man Lin Lingsu is also about to die?" Monk Duzhen guessed secretly. After all, if he doesn't make a breakthrough, his life will eventually come to an end.

As a person of the same generation as Master Faxiang, Lin Lingsu is indeed as old as Master Faxiang's great-uncle. His snow-white hair is the best proof. "After all, time is unforgiving. However, it is really..."

Even Duzhen himself didn't know what to say. Perhaps after seeing Ye Qin's calculations, even the Buddha's relics were obtained by him, Monk Duzhen finally began to take this Imperial City Division, who was famous in Qin Lake, seriously.

No one in the martial arts arena noticed that Ye Qin had disappeared inexplicably. If Si Wei hadn't told Huang Rong about Ye Qin's whereabouts, she would have been anxious.

A day passed quickly. The integration and optimization were completed, the sword moves became more exquisite, and the ninth-grade Taoist skills were improved again.

As the sun rose, Ye Qin slowly woke up from his meditation after absorbing a wisp of purple energy. "This feeling of being full of power is really great!"

Although he hasn't broken through yet, he is already stronger than before.

Many old monks from the Buddhist sect had already been waiting for Ye Qin in front of the Sutra Library. If they knew that the relics were just relics and there was nothing special about them, what would they think?

At the threshold of the Sutra Library in Shaolin.
The abbot stood side by side with the seniors of Shaolin Temple, and Du Zhen also stood beside him. The competition in the martial arts arena had not yet ended, and at this moment, Ye Qin wanted to leave the pavilion. Because the matter of the relic was of great importance, almost all the seniors in Shaolin Temple who could show up were present.

After all, the relics of the Buddha are priceless. If someone were to accuse you of being disrespectful to the Buddha, you would be in trouble.

"Why haven't they come out yet? The sun is already very high!" An elder frowned, his face full of anxiety.

Waiting is always frustrating, and monks are no exception.

The abbot was also anxious, but as an abbot, he couldn't show it too much, so he could only smile awkwardly and explain: "Maybe he is immersed in Buddhist scriptures."

The elders of Shaolin Temple naturally did not believe this explanation. They were all thinking, "How can someone be so focused? Even a genius has to eat and rest. Can that kid practice fasting?"

Anyway, they don’t believe it!

After an hour, there was still no movement in the Sutra Repository.

An old monk frowned and said, "Something is wrong. There are hundreds of Luohan from our Shaolin Temple guarding here. He shouldn't be able to escape. And there are elders watching over him not far away. If there is any movement, we will definitely know. But now."

The silence made people feel suspicious.

"Wait a little longer, after all, the time has not come yet!" The abbot couldn't help but twitch his mouth, and persuaded the old seniors around him who were anxious since early morning.

Squeak!

At this time, the door of the Sutra Repository opened. The old monks of Shaolin Temple were waiting for the stars and the moon, and finally saw Ye Qin's figure in a brocade robe appear through the crack of the door.

"Oh, you all came to greet me so early in the morning?" Ye Qin said to the group of Shaolin monks with a smile, "It's such an honor!"

The monks: "." After a moment of silence, they all cursed in their hearts: What a joke! If it weren't for the Buddha's relics, we wouldn't have come here waiting so early in the morning.

The old monks were silent, so Du Zhen could only smile awkwardly and ask: "Master Qin, the day is up, I don't know where the relic is..."

He didn't finish what he said, but Ye Qin already understood and couldn't help but tease him: "Why, the monks want the relics so much? Just tell me, don't be embarrassed."

Upon hearing this, Du Zhen's face changed drastically. If the abbot and the elders thought that he also wanted the relics, then things would be difficult.

So he quickly made amends, "Your Excellency is joking. We have already reached a deal. I wonder if Your Excellency can hand over the relic to us now?"

As soon as these words came out, many people's hearts were filled with expectations.

The relics of the Buddha, if refined using Buddhist teachings, can allow those who have achieved acquired perfection to break through to the innate level, and can also allow those who have achieved innate perfection to reach a higher level. It is simply an unparalleled elixir.

Ye Qin smiled slightly, then said: "Okay, look how anxious you are, take it!"

As he said this, he waved the relic in front of everyone, and immediately there was a sound of swallowing saliva. Then, he threw the relic to Duzhen, and after everyone's attention was attracted, he walked away in a swagger.

There was chaos in front of the Sutra Repository, so Du Zhen had no choice but to hand the relic to the abbot and then retreat.

At the Shaolin Temple's martial arts arena.

After a day of fighting, the two men who had never stopped seemed to have reached their limits, and finally began to compete with each other in true Qi.

Whether they were Buddhists or Taoists, everyone in the field was quietly looking at Fashang and Lin Lingsu. The smart people knew that the winner would soon be revealed, and they didn't want to miss this crucial moment, so they all stopped to watch.

"Who will come out on top?"

Many people have this question in their minds. Fashang and Lin Lingsu are of similar age and strength, so it is really hard to say who will win or lose.

boom!
Soon, the place where the two men faced each other suddenly exploded, and the true energy spread in all directions. Many people were affected and were knocked to the ground, seriously injured.

The two men who had fought each other slowly fell to the ground. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Fashang's mouth, and he was obviously injured. On the other side, Lin Lingsu closed his eyes and fell heavily to the ground, his life or death unknown.

A legendary figure, his life or death is unknown.

"He lost!" Du Zhen said calmly to the various Taoist sects and those Qinhu people. In comparison, Fashang was only injured, so he naturally won.

The people from Qinhu all frowned. This result was obviously not what they expected. They had bitter expressions on their faces and thought to themselves, "It seems that there is no way to stop Shaolin from reopening its gates."

They thought they could stop it with Lin Lingsu's ability, but they couldn't.

If possible, they all want to compete on the court.

At the side, Zhang Laodao of Tianshi Dao blushed and snorted coldly, "Let's go! Today, Shaolin has won, but in the future, we will never back down!"

"Everyone, take care!"

Du Zhen said with a smile. Finally, it succeeded. Shaolin will reopen soon, and the future is bright.

The Taoist sects, along with the Qinhu sects, snorted coldly, left a few harsh words and hurried away. They did not dare to stay any longer, for fear of being regarded as evil and killed by the monks of Shaolin Temple.

After most people left, the old monk Fashang was slowly helped up. But at this moment, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.

"Master Uncle"

Many monks shouted, but the old monk seemed not to hear them and never woke up again. This great Zen master passed away just like that, contributing his last drop of blood and strength to Shaolin Temple.

"It turns out that both sides were injured and no one gained the upper hand!" As soon as he walked out of the mountain gate, he looked back and saw Faxiang fell down. Then he understood why Du Zhen urged everyone to go down the mountain. It turned out that he was afraid that something would go wrong in reopening the mountain gate.

"What a pity, such a great monk is gone like this." He couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Ye Qin didn't know whether Lin Lingsu was dead or not, but the old monk Fashang was definitely dead.

After fighting for a day and a night, even the weak ones were exhausted to death.

The Daoists failed and lost their followers. With the scattered forces of the Daoists, it is hard to resist the Shaolin Temple. In order to reopen the gates of the Shaolin Temple, an old monk who was beyond the realm of innateness was sacrificed. It is unknown whether this deal is worthwhile.

Anyway, he thought it was not worth it. The death of the old monk would mean that the Shaolin Temple would lose a pillar of support. If this continued, the Shaolin Temple would probably decline.

After this dispute, no one gained any advantage except Ye Qin.

The death of Faxiang plunged the entire Shaolin Temple into grief. Duzhen was in a daze. His great-uncle master had passed away. He murmured to himself, "He fought with Lin Lingsu for the sake of the great cause of Shaolin Temple, and he persisted to the end."

If it were him, he might not be able to do as well as Fashang. Fashang is a person who is willing to dedicate himself to Shaolin Temple.

“Master Abbot, and all the elders, our uncle Fashang died for our Shaolin Temple. Why don’t we give him a proper burial?” Du Zhen suddenly suggested.

Monks generally bury their dead in a simple way, digging a pit and burying him in a nice coffin, and that's basically it. But Fashang died for the prosperity of Shaolin Temple, so he proposed to bury Fashang in a grand manner to show that Shaolin Temple is not a heartless and ungrateful place.

The abbot glanced at the elders and saw that no one objected, so he said thoughtfully: "Okay, I'll leave this matter to you. You have the final say."

He waved his hand and decided not to bother with the matter anymore. It was more important to study the relics.

At the same time, on a hill in the Huainan area, a group of Jin people were ready to intercept the passing Qinhu people to avenge their previous grudge! (End of this chapter)