Since the world of nine uncles is immortal

Chapter 139
Wang Yu thought Uncle Jiu needed his help with some trivial matter.

Never thought.

Uncle Jiu suddenly handed him a big Ivan.

Think carefully about your attitude these days.

Wang Yu suddenly understood why Uncle Jiu directed him to go to the Sutra Pavilion at this time.

He is a little bit adrift.

With the strength to be able to squeeze into the top three in Maoshan, he, Wang Yu, is indeed a bit flustered.

The current head, Shi Jian, once suffered a lot in his hands.

Even if he tried his best, he might not be able to defeat Jiushu, the only second-generation disciple in the wine-sacrificing realm.

Of course, he wasn't sure he could win Uncle Nine.

In this case, it is normal for him to float.

After all, with his overall strength, he has already been able to steadily enter the top five, and even step into the top three in the Maoshan sect.

As far as Maoshan is concerned, he is not floating.

But as far as the world is concerned, he has forgotten his original heart, and his heart of seeking survival and Taoism has been dusted.

Maoshan's No. 1 in name, Thunder King Shi Jian, can he squeeze into the top three among Taoist monks in the world?
Is it in the top ten among all monks?

Can his Lightning Running Thunder Fist and Wooden Toon Dafa be able to withstand the nuclear level caused by the explosion of the bald eagle more than ten years later?

The fact is that he can't squeeze into the top three among Taoist monks, he can't rank in the top ten among the world's monks, and he can't stand up to the nuclear level after decades.

And he, Wang Yu, couldn't even win Shi Jian at this moment, so what right did he have to look down on the world.

The reason why Uncle Jiu directed himself to the Sutra Pavilion was probably to awaken himself with the help of Maoshan's glorious heritage.

Compared with those amazingly talented seniors in the history of Maoshan, at this moment, none of him really raised his tail.

Moreover, the many books in the Sutra Pavilion are also rare resources for him.

Since practicing Taoism, although he has read through most of the Taoist scriptures on the market.

But most of them know it, but they don't know why.

And in the Sutra Pavilion, the annotations of those Maoshan ancestors are his best guiding lights.

Although it is not necessary to copy those predecessors' understanding of Taoism and Taoism.

But by analogy, his professional skills will definitely far exceed the present.

This will definitely help him to climb higher Taoism and realm in the future.

One more thing, his means of fighting the enemy are indeed sufficient, but his vision in Taoism can't keep up with his realm.

A well-informed monk can sometimes confirm what spell his opponent has used with just a few clues.

Then look for means to overcome the enemy.

But when Wang Yu faced the enemy, he rarely understood the opponent's ability.

In this case, when the offensive is hindered and unable to perform, he will easily be defeated by the masters of the same level.

After understanding Uncle Jiu's intention, Wang Yu got up immediately and bowed deeply to Uncle Jiu.

Seeing Wang Yu who suddenly paid homage to him, Uncle Jiu subconsciously pretended to be a teachable child.

But the astonishment and emptiness in his eyes exposed him, and he couldn't figure out why Wang Yu had to salute at all.

It means that Wang Yu is bowing his head at the moment, otherwise he would definitely be able to see something wrong.

To be honest, looking at Wang Yu who turned around and left after the salute, Uncle Jiu was really confused.

Before I finished speaking, why did Wang Yu pay respects?

I haven't told him where the Buddhist scriptures are. Why did he turn around and leave in a hurry?

I didn't even have time to tell him, how to get the four links, four methods and two taboos from the Sutra Pavilion?
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After asking several times in his heart, Uncle Jiu finally stopped the wonder in his heart.

Wang Yu, who didn't know that he had made an oolong, set out for the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in the ancestral courtyard of Maoshan early the next morning.

Looking at the towering eight-faced stone tower standing on the cliff in front of you.

Wang Yu has a more intuitive understanding of the glory of Maoshan in its heyday.

This Buddhist scriptures pavilion is a pavilion-style building built purely with granite stones.

The stone pagoda is divided into nine floors, taking the number of nine poles.

It is a metaphor for the desire of people in the Taoist sect to ascend to the extreme of Taoism and ascend to immortality.

Stone pagodas of this size are extremely rare in the world.

Even if there are occasional stone towers comparable to it, most of them exist in plain areas.

Although the altitude of Maoshan is not high, the topography of the main vein is extremely complicated.

The money and food spent to build a stone pagoda of this size here can be used to build two or three stone pagodas of this size in the plains!

After sighing twice, Wang Yu stepped forward and pushed open the gate of the stone pagoda.

Taking Chaoyang with him, Wang Yu stepped into the Buddhist scriptures pavilion of the Maoshan School.

"Young man, report your master's name within ten breaths, and stimulate the mana in your body.

Although my Maoshan Sutra Pavilion has loosened the restrictions on disciples, if you are not from my Maoshan, don't blame the old man for being merciless. "

Having just set foot in the Sutra Pavilion, Wang Yu has not had time to scan the interior layout of the Sutra Pavilion.

An old man with white hair and childlike face appeared in front of his eyes.

Feeling the majestic mana in the old man's body, no less than that of the ninth uncle, Wang Yu immediately judged the old man's identity, and retired to one of the elders in Maoshan's wine-sacrificing environment.

It's just that I don't know which one of the elders this is?
While agitating the magic power of Qingyang Jue in his body.

Wang Yu answered the old man's question: "My master's uncle, my master is taboo called Qianhe, and I am Wang Yu, the closed disciple of my master.

This time I came to Maoshan, and I followed the second uncle. "

Sensing the mana of Qingyang Jue that was circulating in Wang Yu's body, the old man's expression became relaxed.

Hearing Wang Yu announce Qianhe's name, his originally tense face became softer: "It turns out that he is the disciple of that kid Zhong Fa!

It's a pity for Zhong Fa. If he doesn't fall, Maoshan will definitely have another Jijiu in ten years' time.

Simu has already reported your master's matter to the ancestral court in the past. Back then, your master also passed your name and blood to the ancestral court to enter the genealogy.

Now, your name is on the evil genealogy of the ancestral court. According to the rules set by me and other old guys, this Sutra Pavilion will not be defensive against you until the end of the inheritance.

You kid can visit this scripture pavilion as much as you want, but there are three rules to explain to you.

First, open flames are not allowed in the Sutra Pavilion.

Although the Taoist scriptures and methods here are just transcripts, and those town school inheritances have all been picked out.

But it takes a lot of energy to sort out the transcripts of the nine-story pagoda.

Therefore, once there is an open flame in the tower, you will be expelled from the Sutra Pavilion.

Second, you can copy the Taoist scriptures on the first to third floors of the Taoist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion.

You can only copy three copies of Taoism from the fourth to eighth floors, and you can only watch the Taoism on the ninth floor for one hour.

This point is the rule for all Maoshan disciples except the head.

If you disobey, you will be expelled from the division.

Third, cherish this opportunity!

In the past, let alone three generations of disciples like you, elders like me and Lin Jiu were not allowed to visit the Sutra Pavilion at will.

If it wasn't for the fierce war this time, my Qingzong on Maoshan Mountain would really have been destroyed.

You, a three-generation disciple who grew up outside, are not even qualified to set foot on the sixth floor of this tower. "

(End of this chapter)