Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 3 The Chamber of Secrets in the Temple
Fang Yan watched Yuan Yi in front of him fiddling with a stone tablet in the backyard. After a while, with a few creaking sounds, a hole appeared on the ground, and a downward passage in the hole did not know how deep it was. After using it, there was a musty smell, the two stood guard at the entrance of the cave, waiting for the musty smell to dissipate, Yuan Yi led dialect down the steps.

The passage is not very long, and it will end after dozens of steps. Looking back at the entrance of the cave, it should be more than ten meters deep from the ground. Dialect doesn't know what he is doing here in Yuanyi, let alone why there is a cave in this mountain temple. For such a cave, the mountain temple has a long history. Even the oldest old man in Fangjiazhuang does not know when the mountain temple was built. It seems that since Fangjiazhuang was established, there has been a mountain temple here. Or when there was no Fangjiazhuang, there was a mountain temple here.

Yuan Yi stretched out his hand and took out a fire pocket, with a bang, a burst of light flashed in front of Fang Yan's eyes. Seeing the scene in front of him, Fang Yan was very excited. After listening to Yuan Yi's scriptures just now, Fang Yan had a deeper understanding of cultivation. The stele must have been arranged by a cultivator, without him, bursts of spiritual energy emanated from it, much purer than what he had introduced into his body.

After Yuan Yi lit the fire, he turned to Fang Yan and asked, "Fang Yan, can you open this stele?"

Dialect replied: "Yuan Yi, wait a minute, I'll take a closer look."

Now that the dialect has been confirmed, Yuan Yi really doesn't know how to cultivate, he doesn't know the aura of heaven and earth at all. Come to think of it, Yuan Yi's master doesn't know this either, but he doesn't understand the cultivation formula he got from there, that's right, Yuan Yi recited it Decades of scriptures are a practice formula, but it is not complete. Fortunately, Fang Yan has just obtained a small half of the formula on the silk cloth. Compared with the two, it can be regarded as a practice formula.

Regardless of Yuan Yi beside him, Fang Yan carefully felt the pure aura in front of him, and began to operate his own magic formula. After a short time, Fang Yan felt that the aura in his body had made a breakthrough compared to before, and he always The amount has increased a lot, until it feels that there is no more increase, the dialect stopped and began to study the stone tablet in front of him carefully.

There are no characters on the stele, but it actually looks like a stone gate. There is a strange beast engraved on it, and the eyes are very vivid. After studying the dialect for a long time, I didn't find anything special. Yuan Yi on the side kept urging: "Dialect , you might find the key to open the stone door?"

"Key? Yuan Yi, you said there is a lock on this stone door?"

Yuan Yi couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he heard the dialect's words. The dialect didn't know this for a long time, but Yuan Yi didn't want to. Everything he knew was what his master told him back then.

"It's these patterns. At the beginning, Master said that this is a lock. If you want to get in, you need to open the lock, but you don't know where the key is."

Hearing Yuan Yi's words, Fang Yan's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hands, his left and right hands pressed the eyes of the strange beast, and with a thought, the aura that had just been introduced into the body was introduced into the stone gate from the palm of his hand.

With the reduction of the aura in the body, not only the dialect, but also Yuan Yi at the side also noticed the difference. The originally gloomy stone gate gradually glowed with light, shining the light around it as if it were above the ground.

"Ah," Yuan Yi suddenly felt a sharp burning pain in his hand, and threw out the burnt fire pocket in his hand with a jerk. There was no need for the fire pocket at the moment, so Yuan Yi looked down. He touched his hand, and when he raised his head again, he couldn't help opening his mouth wide.

Dialect has already opened the Shimen. At this moment, Fangyan's spiritual energy has been exhausted. Sitting on the ground, he couldn't stop panting. It was really dangerous just now. At the beginning, he sent the spiritual energy into the stone gate by himself, but in the end it was Shimen who was absorbing it. It seems that if my aura is not enough, my flesh and blood will be sucked in by this stone gate. Fortunately, I absorbed a lot of pure aura just outside the stone gate and persisted.

After the stone door was opened, Fang Yan only saw a stone room in front of him, and didn't care to look at what was inside. He sat on the ground first and introduced the surrounding spiritual energy into his body to replenish his lost physical strength. There are many benefits of aura, not only can you cast spells, but with aura, your physical strength and spirit will be much better.

Seeing the dialect opened the stone gate, Yuan Yi was also a little dumbfounded. At the beginning, his master said that there must be treasures inside, so he stayed in this dilapidated mountain temple. After more than ten years, his master only said As long as you understand the scriptures, you can open the stone door. Until the master died, neither of you and your teacher could understand the scriptures. It is impossible to have any effect after reading it for another 100 years, but I did not expect that today, by chance and coincidence, I encountered a dialect and opened the stone gate.

After being dazed for a while, Yuan Yi also remembered to enter the stone room to have a look. After guarding it for decades, after opening it today, Yuan Yi was not in a hurry to go inside to get any treasures, it seemed that he just wanted to open the stone door.

At this time the dialect also recovered, and there was a pearl in the stone room that illuminated the room, Yuan Yi couldn't help but said: "Ying Mingzhu?" Both of them had heard of the Ye Mingzhu before, but this was the first time they had seen the real thing. Take a closer look at the stone chamber.

"Fang Yan, there is a corpse here." Yuan Yi pointed to a corner of the wall and said with trembling teeth.

Following Yuan Yi's fingers, Fang Yan saw that it was indeed a corpse. It had been dead for some time, and only a skeleton was left, holding something in his palm. Fang Yan walked up to him, and took it from the skeleton I went down to have a look, and found that it was in the shape of a wine jug, but it was too small, only one inch in size, and it couldn't hold even a couple of wines.

Beside the corpse was a sword and a purse, other than that, the entire stone chamber was empty.

Looking at these things, before Fang Yan could speak, Yuan Yi behind him said, "Fang Yan, let's divide up the things here. You see, I only want this night pearl, the sword and the plaything are yours, how about it?"

Fang Yan didn't expect Yuan Yi to come up with this distribution plan before he made a sound, which was exactly what he wanted. Yuan Yi didn't know, but Fang Yan understood it very well. This person must be a cultivator, and the cultivator's things are exactly what he needs urgently. , In contrast, the night pearl worth thousands of gold is not of much interest.

After the two discussed it, Yuan Yi was carrying the night pearl, Fang Yan was holding the small wine pot, the sword and the small pouch, the two left the stone room, Fang Yan also put away the bones in the stone room, and was about to move Going outside and burying him in the ground, he finally got the benefits of this person, and burying him is also repaying the favor.

The stone gate couldn't be closed, but fortunately there was a hole above it, and after it was blocked, no one would find it.After reaching the ground, after Yuan Yi blocked the entrance of the cave, he said to Fang Yan: "Fang Yan, this passage was originally a robber's cave. By chance, my master discovered the stone gate below. I have been guarding here for decades. Today, I finally found the stone gate." I got what I wanted, let’s say goodbye today, from now on there will be no Daoist Yuan, only one Wang Yuan, I want to go to the city and become a rich man.”

After listening to Fang Yan, he didn't say much: "Yuan Yi, oh no, brother Wang Yuan, take care all the way." For many years, Fang Yan also knew that Yuan Yi was not a pure-hearted practitioner at all. I don't want to guard a treasure cave, if I don't come, I guess Yuan Yi will guard here until his death like his master.

It was almost dusk at this time, and Yuan Yi didn't want to wait any longer, so he took advantage of the night to leave. I don't know how he survived all these years. Once he got what he wanted, what would it be for him? Good and bad.

Dialect dug a hole behind the temple, buried the man's bones, piled up a small soil bag, and planted a willow stick. It's early autumn now, so I don't know if the willow stick will survive.

Back at the mountain temple, Fang Yan was alone. He made a fire and cooked the rice by himself. After eating, Fang Yan didn't go back to the wing room. He took his things and went to Yuan Yi's residence. No matter how you say it, this place is better than the wing room.

Arriving in the house, Fang Yan looked at the few things in front of him. The purse was made of something. It had a mouth, but Dialect couldn't open it. The sword was exceptionally sharp, and more importantly, there was a hint of aura on the sword, which was different from the aura I had absorbed in the past, and it was very lively.

Three things, after repeated thinking, these are the things of practitioners, and should be related to spiritual energy. Could it be that these things also need to input spiritual energy like Shimen?

It's okay for Dialect to input the spiritual energy in his body, but there is no reaction after the input of his own spiritual energy, and the same is true for changing the purse. Only the sword, after the input of spiritual energy, seems to become sharper, but there is no greater gain.

Fang Yan's heart flashed, as if he had missed something, he still had a spell, Sacrifice Alchemy, at that time he felt that this was not an ordinary spell, but rather a method of using objects.

Fang Yan did it when he thought of it. First, he picked up the sword and thought about the sacrificial training technique carefully. According to the key points of the sacrificial training technique, Fang Yan began to operate.

(End of this chapter)