Honghuang: I, the Emperor Donghua, establish the immortal celestial court

Chapter 208 A black eye
Only Xuan Nan, Xuan Ji and other Shaolin brothers with the least experience were left. They were standing there, looking at Xuan Ci with confusion.

"Brother! What on earth do you mean by this?"

Xuan Nan was impatient and was the first to ask with his neck stiffened.

"Yes, why is that? The Sutra Library is the most important place in Shaolin."

Xuan Ji also said this, stamping his feet anxiously.

"Ugh…"

Looking at everyone's puzzled expressions, Xuan Ci just sighed.

I don't know how long it was before he spoke with a strange look on his face.

"Even if all of us come together, we are no match for Qiao Feng now."

Sutra Pavilion.

Qiao Feng stepped in gently.

In front of me are bookcases filled with countless books.

"I wanted to enter the Sutra Library before but was not allowed to. But now, in front of all the Shaolin monks, I walked in openly."

Qiao Feng smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

Then he walked slowly and came to the front of each bookcase.

"I've been feeling a bit restless lately. While I'm searching for martial arts secrets, I might as well take a look at some Buddhist scriptures."

Qiao Feng smiled slightly and picked up a book at random, which contained profound and obscure Buddhist teachings.

If it had happened before, Qiao Feng would have been completely clueless and unable to bear it.

But now, he didn't know why, but he wanted to take a look.

Unintentionally, his eyes were shining with golden light, and he was looking at the Buddhist scriptures with a scrutinizing expression, lost in thought.

One eye and ten lines.

His mind was racing.

A Buddhist scripture that would take others weeks or even months to study was absorbed by Qiao Feng in just a few minutes. He not only remembered every word in it, but also understood its meaning thoroughly!
This is the effect of visualization, which makes Qiao Feng, a rough man, suddenly become able to read this kind of book, and even show that he is gifted!
"That's it, that's it..."

Qiao Feng murmured something with his eyes clear. Soon, he reached out again and picked up another Buddhist scripture.

Similarly, his eyes shone with golden light, and he absorbed knowledge eagerly.

It's like a long drought followed by heavy rain.

Soon, Qiao Feng completely got into the state.

One book, two books, three books.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Qiao Feng seemed to have no concept of time, frantically taking all the books into his mind.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

With Qiao Feng's speed, he finished reading all the books in the Sutra Repository.

Among them, there are not only Buddhist scriptures, but also several Shaolin secret books.

All these things were memorized completely and accurately in Qiao Feng's mind, even the pictures were remembered clearly.

"call…"

Qiao Feng exhaled lightly and felt refreshed all over.

He hasn't eaten a single bite for so many days.

However, with the combined effects of the Taoist scriptures and the visualization method, his body continued to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Although the spiritual energy in this world was very thin, it was enough to sustain him for a week without food or water.

It even helped to improve his cultivation.

"I'm done, now I can prepare to leave."

"But before you leave, let's try to see if you remember it clearly."

Qiao Feng muttered to himself, looking towards the entrance of the Sutra Repository.

There was a whole pile of paper and ink, all placed there.

"I originally wanted to copy them all down and take them away, but I didn't expect to remember them all. It's really interesting."

Qiao Feng held his forehead with his hand and raised the corner of his mouth.

Soon, he walked to the door, got paper and ink, then found a table and began to write furiously.

"The World in the Sleeves..Vajra Palm"

Qiao Feng muttered something to himself, and his hands moved so quickly that afterimages almost appeared.

After only an hour, he stopped what he was doing and looked to the side. There were hundreds of pages of papers with writing on them, which contained several books on Shaolin's unique skills.

Things like the Vajra Fist, the Demon-Subduing Zen Staff, the Vajra Finger, and the Prajna Palm, which were regarded as the unique skills of Shaolin and made the martial arts world salivate, are now just pieces of tattered paper, placed on the table like garbage.

"Okay, no problem. My memory is clear."

Qiao Feng twisted his wrist, very satisfied.

At the same time, he hesitated for a while, and finally decided to tear up all the Shaolin skills he had just written.

Then he waved his sleeves, turned around and left, walking out of the Sutra Library.

"It's out." At this time, outside the Sutra Repository, Xuan Ci and others were waiting.

"A few uncles."

Qiao Feng had a beaming face. When he saw the few people, he immediately walked over respectfully and bowed.

"Thank you!"

Qiao Feng thanked loudly.

"Need not."

"I don't want you to go in either, but my strength doesn't allow it."

Xuan Ci said with a wry smile.

"Ah."

"Don't worry, fellow masters. I, Qiao Feng, always know how to repay kindness when I do things for you."

"If you let me into the Sutra Library today, I will repay you a thousand fold in the future!"

"Also, I can guarantee that everything I saw in the Sutra Library these days will never be passed out of my hands..."

Qiao Feng clasped his fists and spoke very seriously.

"Well, I believe you."

Finally, seeing how serious Qiao Feng was, Xuan Ci smiled.

Originally, Qiao Feng was a disciple of Shaolin, but because Xuan Ku's incident was blamed on Qiao Feng, some hatred arose.

Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved and Qiao Feng’s injustice has been cleared, Qiao Feng should still be a disciple of Shaolin.

So if it is true as Qiao Feng said, the Shaolin secret skills in the Sutra Repository will not be passed down.

Then this can be regarded as the teaching passed on to Qiao Feng, a Shaolin disciple.

In the final analysis, Shaolin had nothing to lose.

"Masters, goodbye."

Finally, Qiao Feng clasped his fists, turned around and left Shaolin.

"Where should we go next?"

Qiao Feng was walking on the mountain road, with his hands behind his back and his head tilted in thought.

"How about?"

Qiao Feng suddenly raised his head and looked towards the west.

That is the direction of the Western Regions.

Here, there is one most famous gang.

It’s the Xingxiu Sect!
"Haha, Xingxiu Sect, right here, it's pretty good!"

Qiao Feng grinned.

"Ding Chunqiu, you old freak of the stars."

"I am coming!"

Western Regions.

It took more than ten days, and with his amazing speed, Qiao Feng arrived at the Western Regions.

There was an exotic atmosphere everywhere, which made Qiao Feng feel bright.

Of course, Qiao Feng did not forget why he came to the Western Regions.

"Xingxiu Sect..."

Qiao Feng wore a bamboo hat and squinted his eyes.

Now that we have arrived in the Western Regions, there is only one problem left.

Where is the Xingxiu Sect?

Although the Xingxiu Sect is notorious in the Central Plains.

But how would ordinary people know the base of the Xingxiu Sect?

Even if you know, you are unfamiliar with the place and would be completely in the dark if you want to look for it.

"No hurry, we've already reached the Western Regions, let's take a break first."

Qiao Feng dusted off his hands and was not in a hurry.

Soon, he came to an inn and sat down somewhere.

"Boss, please open a room, and give us two more pots of daughter's red wine, and two plates of the best beef."

As Qiao Feng spoke, he casually threw over a few pieces of silver.

"Hello!"

The shopkeeper called out and told the waiter to make arrangements.

(End of this chapter)