"The Sutra of Saving People?"

Du Ping'an was a little confused. Why did this magical skill sound so strange? So he was curious and couldn't help asking.

"Master, is this Sutra of Saving People a first-rate mental method?"

"This is not some first-rate technique, but a unique secret technique that I created."

Chen Luo replied in an unfathomable tone. He himself didn't know what level this modified version of the Sutra of Saving People was at, but it was definitely better than the secret book Du Ping'an had come into contact with before.

Isn't it a first-rate technique? Could it be a secret manual of divine skills?

Du Ping'an was a little excited.

The master of Changsheng Temple is indeed an expert!

Da Cang's internal skills secrets are divided into three levels, first-rate, second-rate and third-rate. These are the secrets that most ordinary warriors come into contact with. There is another level above the first-rate secrets, that is, the secret book of divine skills. Any secret book of divine skills is unique, and it can be cultivated to the highest level, even breaking the void and ascending to heaven!

"Come and sit down."

Walking to the front of the stone tablet, Chen Luo motioned Du Ping'an to sit down in front of the stone tablet.

"I'll teach you once. How much you can understand depends on your own aptitude."

Du Ping'an is not a cultivator, and he has no spiritual power in his body, so Chen Luo can only teach him by demonstration. How much he can learn depends on his personal understanding.

Teach it all in one go.

Du Pingan immediately closed his eyes and began to memorize. He had memorized the "Tao Sutra" that Chen Luo had passed on to him before in this way. This was also one of the few secrets of him - he had a photographic memory.

After a moment, Du Ping'an opened his eyes again.

"How much did you write down?"

"Only half." Du Ping'an felt a little embarrassed.

It was indeed a secret book of divine power, extremely obscure and difficult to understand. Even with his photographic memory, he was unable to remember it all in one go.

half?

Chen Luo was a little surprised.

A large part of the secret methods he described were secret techniques for cultivating immortals. For mortals who could not even sense spiritual energy, they were the "Book of Heaven". The fact that Du Ping'an was able to remember half of the contents with his mortal body was enough to prove his extraordinaryness.

"good!"

Chen Luo nodded in appreciation, which made Du Ping'an feel a little relieved.

"The inner strength I teach you is unique, and you can practice half of its contents."

Seeing that Du Ping'an was a little worried, Chen Luo explained to him again.

This made Du Ping'an somewhat disappointed. He felt that he was not qualified enough to learn the complete "Secret Book of Divine Power". He secretly swore in his heart that when he learned half of it in the future, he would go find his master and ask for the remaining half.

Time flies, and three years pass in a flash.

"Help people to be good!!"

Du Ping'an flew up into the air and slapped the last bandit leader on the forehead. With a bang, the bandit's head exploded like a watermelon, and red and white splashed all over the ground. The Huishi County yamen runner who followed Du Ping'an out to suppress the bandits swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

Half a day ago, the Huishi County Office received news that a group of mountain bandits had come here and were trying to rob the county. Upon hearing the news, the Huishi County Magistrate immediately organized a team and contacted the local tyrants to form a temporary team to defend against the invasion of these mountain bandits.

There was nothing wrong up to this point.

It was not until the county magistrate found the Changsheng Temple and invited out the young master of the Du family who had been in seclusion for three years.

After that, the painting style became like this. After three years of seclusion, Du Ping'an was nearly half a head taller than he was five years ago, and his clothes changed from the previous scholar's clothes to short shirts. He abandoned the Du family swordsmanship that he had practiced for many years, and now he mainly practiced this pair of iron palms.

"Mr. Du, are you sure you didn't use the wrong move?"

The captain of the police team nearby glanced at the headless corpse whose legs were still twitching not far away, and asked subconsciously.

You call this helping people become good?

"Of course you are right. The technique that my master taught me is called the Sutra of Saving People. The core of the technique is to guide people to be good and reduce evil thoughts."

Du Ping'an nodded seriously.

After his "persuasion", I believe these bandits will never be able to do evil again. Isn't this helping people to be good?

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Du Ping'an also changed slightly.

"This batch has been killed. Are there any other fish that have escaped the net?"

Du Ping'an took out a piece of white brocade from his arms, wiped the blood off his hands with a calm expression, then turned around and asked the Huishi City yamen runner behind him.

"No more, this is the last batch!"

Upon hearing this, the yamen runner next to him immediately responded.

This Mr. Du was good in every way except that he was a bit murderous. When he was taken out in the morning, he had killed everyone by noon. The bandits that had frightened the county magistrate and made him unable to sleep for several days were now all headless corpses. It could be considered that he was successfully "converted" and completed a good deed.

"That's all?"

Du Ping'an was somewhat dissatisfied. He had thought that he could meet some decent masters and verify the results of his practice. But in the end, they were just a bunch of idiots. Apart from the large number of people, they were useless in other aspects.

“It’s already a lot.”

Da Cang has indeed begun to be in chaos, but this chaos will not end in a day or two. In history, the change of dynasties, from beginning to end, took more than ten years at the fastest, and some even took several generations. The stage of war and rampage is already the late stage, and Da Cang has not reached that stage yet.

At least we have to wait until the new emperor dies.

Return to Changsheng Temple.

Du Ping'an sent someone home to report that he was safe, and then returned to Changsheng Temple. Du Ping'an had been living in Changsheng Temple for the past few years and had long been accustomed to life here. If there was an important matter at home, they would send someone to look for him here.

"Brother, Dad asked you to go back."

A girl in a yellow dress walked in from outside. Her voice came in before she even arrived. The person was Du Ping'an's sister Du Xiaodie. Du Xiaodie had been coming here almost every day for the past three years and had gotten used to staying here. Chen Luo didn't care about her and even asked Du Ping'an to prepare a room for her in the temple. Occasionally, when she was interested, he would give her some pointers.

Although he did not formally accept him as a disciple, Du Xiaodie, like her brother Du Ping'an, treated Chen Luo as a disciple.

"What happened?"

Du Ping'an was shocked and stood up immediately.

"I don't know either. My family just told you to go back." Du Xiaodie shook her head. When she came here, her father just asked her to ask her brother to go back, but did not explain the specific reason.

"I'll go right away."

Du Ping'an quickly went to the back room, said goodbye to Chen Luo, and immediately turned around and walked towards the Du family.

Inside the view.

Chen Luo stood on the pavilion, looking down at the returning Du Ping'an brother and sister, then raised his head and looked in the distance.

When he first started practicing the Sutra of Salvation, Chen Luo did not take this secret art seriously.

But as time went by, he gradually felt something was wrong. Compared to the 'Stars of the Heavens' that he first practiced, the potential of the Sutra of Saving People was greater. In comparison, the reincarnation method of the Ancient Sword Sect was the lowest level, and nothing special had been found in the research so far.

More than a thousand brains have been cultivated to perfection without encountering any major disagreements.

In the carriage.

Du Ping'an and his sister were sitting in the car, with Du Ping'an sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

The location of Changsheng Temple is very remote, and there is still a short distance to go back. It is a good opportunity to organize the "good deeds" obtained from killing bandits outside today and convert them into my own strength.

The exercise is in operation.

The internal force cultivated from the Sutra of Saving People flowed through Du Ping'an's meridians like water.

One circle, two circles.

The Sutra of Deliverance is a secret method of the immortal way. Du Ping'an practiced it as a martial art, so his training speed was definitely not that fast. But he had Chen Luo, his master, behind him. After sensing the fluctuations of Du Ping'an's aura, Chen Luo, who was far above the Taoist temple, moved his mind, and the thin spiritual energy in the air around him was instantly squeezed into a "bundle" by him, and along the trajectory of the method, it was integrated into Du Ping'an's heart little by little.

Martial arts train the mind and store energy in the dantian.

Chen Luo was helping Du Ping'an gather his energy.

However, after just one week of practice, Du Ping'an felt that his strength had doubled. He had a vague feeling of cleansing his essence and marrow, and the aura surrounding him became more and more intense. Especially the aura of the Sutra of Deliverance, which became more and more extraordinary.

This change was different from what Chen Luo had originally imagined.

“It’s still not enough.”

Sensing the growth of his cultivation, Du Ping'an's eyes flashed with a trace of regret. The Xiantian realm was like a natural chasm. No matter how hard he practiced in the past three years, he just couldn't break through. If it weren't for his master, a Xiantian warrior, standing in front of him, he would have thought that there was no Xiantian realm in this world.

He stretched his body for a while. As soon as he started to move, he heard a click and the window of the carriage was accidentally removed by him.

"Brother?"

Du Xiaodie was dumbfounded, looking at the car window in Du Ping'an's hand, not understanding why her brother suddenly wanted to take down the car window when he was fine.

"The quality of the door frame is not good. I'll ask Butler Niu to replace it with a new one later."

Du Ping'an put the car window aside without changing his expression, looking as if it had nothing to do with him, which made Du Xiaodie speechless.

The carriage rocked.

Soon they arrived at the Du family.

The brother and sister got off the carriage, and the servant who had been waiting at the door quickly stepped forward to take the carriage. The housekeeper took the brother and sister to the backyard.

After passing through the rockery courtyard, the two came to the bedroom at the back.

Before he got close, Du Ping'an heard a burst of rapid coughing.

"Cough cough cough"

It was Grandpa Du's voice. Du Ping'an heard the voice and quickly pushed the door open and walked in. The light in the room was a little dim. His mother was sitting by the bed, feeding medicine to his father who was lying on the sickbed.

"Safe, you're back."

The mother put down the medicine bowl in her hand when she heard the voice, and a concerned expression appeared on her face. Since Du Ping'an joined Changsheng Temple, he rarely went home to live. Now seeing his son come back, he couldn't help but feel happy.

"mother."

Du Ping'an first bowed to the woman, then quickly walked to the bed, held the hand of the head of the Du family, and asked with a murderous look on his face.

"What's going on? Who did this?" (End of this chapter)