If the aura he sensed was not real, Xie Lan would almost think that he was possessed by the dirty things in the mountains.

"When did you develop this habit?"

Bai Yiqing: "This black spot doesn't fit in with the lens. Maybe you'll find something if you wipe it."

Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief, thank God. He had thought that the other party was infected by those two unreliable people.

The night passed quickly. The woods near Lover's Lake were not dense, and the view was particularly broad. Standing halfway up the mountain, one could clearly watch the sunrise.

When Bai Yiqing and Xie Lan arrived at the lake, Fang Shan was already standing in the middle of the lake, looking down.

This was the first time Xie Lan saw him display his strength. He thought that although he seemed unruly in his daily life, he was actually an absolute genius in cultivation.

Hearing the noise, Fang Shan turned around and asked enthusiastically if they had found anything after a night of research.

Xie Lan shook his head calmly.

The smile on Fang Shan's face disappeared instantly.

Xie Lan's mouth twitched... This was too realistic.

Monks who had just started traveling liked to try their luck in places full of legends. Although Lover's Lake had been explored countless times, one or two monks would still come there occasionally.

Seeing that there was little point in staying any longer and that it might attract the attention of someone with ulterior motives, Fang Shan suggested leaving first.

Xie Lan: "But we haven't figured out the problem yet."

Fang Shan shook his head: "There's no point in staying here."

Xie Lan didn't hear Bai Yiqing object, so she asked, "Where are we going next?"

Fang Shan: "The place with the largest collection of books."

Bai Yiqing: "Buddhism."

Xie Lan couldn't help but smile: "We have a tacit understanding."

As soon as he said that, he received three glares at the same time.

Fang Shan is a pragmatist who firmly believes that when one is troubled by a problem, it is time to read more.

In just one night, Wei Sushen had already reached the point where he could use a weapon to fly. Xie Lan was amazed as they set out. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, who would have thought that such a sickly child could cultivate so quickly?

Looking down from the sky, everything in the world seemed a drop in the ocean. Buddhism lay far away, at the intersection of the eastern and western continents. En route, the group had no choice but to stop in a small town for a night's rest before continuing their journey. The next day, the weather was bad, with heavy clouds. Through the gloomy sky, one could barely make out a patch of golden light in the distance.

Fang Shan commented, "It's very shiny and quite eye-catching."

"Donor, you are wrong. This golden light all over the sky is the merits released by past eminent monks when they passed away."

Fang Shan was slightly startled, but saw a smiling monk appear in the clouds. He looked very kind, and half of his body was transparent and illusory, which was similar to the fat monk's soul.

After staring at him carefully for a while, it was difficult to tell whether the monk was dead or alive.

Bai Yiqing: "Highly respected masters usually use secret methods to extract part of their spirit before their remaining hundred years of life, extending their time to continue guarding Buddhism for several more decades."

Fang Shan: "If that's the case, won't it mean I'll never reach a higher realm again?"

If one has a profound foundation, seclusion for decades may allow one to break through to a new realm and thus gain a longer life.

A cry of "Amitabha" was heard, and the monk clasped his hands together and said, "Before the end of my life, only one in ten people will be able to break through. Rather than this, it is better to protect my fellow disciples."

Fang Shan has always admired but disagreed with many of the Buddhist practices. He would sigh at the master's compassion and say nothing more.

Bai Yiqing was already quite thankful that he hadn't said anything so infuriating that it would have killed him. Before Fang Shan could speak again, he stepped in front of the master and handed him a small golden sword the size of a palm. "Master said that with this token, I can go to the Sutra Library and see it."

The master nodded and said, "Fifty years ago, our venerable master came to visit the Buddhist sect hoping to borrow a sword manual. However, the Sutra Library was inaccessible to non-disciples of our sect. The two sides were deadlocked, and in the end, my senior brother personally challenged him to a duel, with the outcome determined by the winner."

The result was undoubtedly that Buddhism was defeated in that battle.

He glanced at Bai Yiqing and said, "After your master won, he didn't spread the news to destroy the reputation of our Buddhist sect. So, Senior Brother left him a token. In the future, if a disciple of the Sword Sect defeats ten core disciples of the Buddhist sect in a row before the age of thirty, he will be able to enter the Sutra Library once in exchange."

“…”

Fang Shan observed Bai Yiqing's expression: "Why do you look so surprised?"

Bai Yiqing: "My master never mentioned any more fighting."

The core disciples of Buddhism are very powerful. It is a myth that they can win ten battles with the same level.

The master smiled and said, "Before your master left, he said that the value of life lies in challenges."

When Bai Yiqing frowned, Xie Lan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this tricky token was not given to him at that time.

The master said "Amitabha" again: "You have come here tired and exhausted. You can rest here for a day before making any plans."

Any place in Buddhism gives people a feeling of tranquility. Wei Sushen's temperament is very suitable for this place. After all, he has no sense of presence from beginning to end, just like going through the motions.

As soon as I settled down, I asked someone for a bowl of ginger soup to ward off the cold.

Fang Shan still had a bit of conscience left, and said to Bai Yiqing, who was about to shoulder the heavy responsibility alone: ​​"If you don't mind, I can lend you a hand."

Bai Yiqing had a blank expression on his face: "How can I help?"

"Drug them."

There's nothing a bowl of medicine can't fix.

Bai Yiqing: "Do you want to become the public enemy of Buddhism?"

Fang Shan thought for a moment, walked behind the screen, and came out after a while, looking like a charming concubine who brought disaster to the country: her black hair was like a waterfall, and she wore an emerald jade hairpin on her hair. Even a contemptuous look would become radiant when directed at him.

Wei Sushen was not surprised, Bai Yiqing's eyelids twitched, and as for Xie Lan——

"Daoyou, who are you?"

Fang Shan covered his lips with a smile and looked at Bai Yiqing and said, "I must enter the Sutra Library. If you don't have the ability to surpass the core disciples, let me take over."

After saying that, he cast a charm that he hadn't used in several years.

In a previous mission, the system had played the role of the ancestor of the nine-tailed fox. Now its aura was fully open, and even the most determined people present could not help but feel their legs weaken.

Xie Lan: "Quick, collect it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was shocked to find that his normal growl when facing Fang Shan had turned into a gasp.

Fang Shan smiled again.

Bai Yiqing, who had never spoken to Wei Sushen, turned his head and warned, "Keep an eye on him."

Wei Sushen actually nodded in agreement. The Buddhist holy land should not be reduced to a Shura field.

Fang Shan was laughing so hard that his body was shaking. Xie Lan had the weakest self-control among the three. As soon as he rushed forward, Bai Yiqing kicked him into the water tank outside the house to calm down.

Before making any bigger noise, Fang Shan tactfully stopped there.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xie Lan climbed out of the water tank and spat out half of the water lily that he had accidentally swallowed. Regardless of his awkward appearance, Xie Lan almost ran to Bai Yiqing and said, "I must win!"

Otherwise, they might not be able to leave Buddhism alive.

And just imagine the way he died... He would definitely be infamous for eternity!

Bai Yiqing nodded, his expression was as cold as ice. The moment he stepped out of the room, the leaves of the flowers and grass planted outside the door seemed to wilt slightly.

As soon as they left, Fang Shan snapped his fingers and returned to normal.

Wei Sushen looked at him with complicated eyes: "You actually have this ability."

Adhering to the principle of sharing good things, Fang Shan took out a secret manual and said, "If you're interested, we can practice together?"

Wei Sushen said calmly: "And then they confused each other and died in bed?"

“…”

The question raised by the other party was too sharp, so Fang Shan put away this dangerous idea.

·

Sometimes if you don't push yourself, you will never know where your limit is.

Bai Yiqing is known as a rare genius in cultivation that has appeared in thousands of years. There is no need to say much about his strength, but even for him, defeating ten core disciples of Buddhism in a row is an impossible challenge.

But now, he is extremely confident that he will achieve final victory.

It’s not a matter of whether you can, but that you must do it.

On the day of the challenge, Fang Shan did not attend the fight because Wei Sushen was ill again and needed help even for a drink of water. He could only serve tea and water in the room while predicting the outcome of the fight.

Suddenly there was a loud noise outside, and the dark clouds that had been lingering in the sky for days disappeared in an instant.

Fang Shan walked to the window and squinted his eyes: "It seems that the situation has entered a white-hot stage."

Wei Sushen drank the old ginseng tea and said: "Buddhist disciples will not be my opponents."

Fang Shan smiled and walked back: "Now you are firmly on the same front."

Wei Sushen wanted to speak, but when the words came to his lips he couldn't help but cough softly.

Fang Shan patted his back to calm him down, then hesitated for a moment. "Just like System 333 said, if it were the same person, the host would have been wiped out long ago." He paused, then added, "You don't have to worry too much."

Wei Sushen glanced at him and said, "You're worrying too much."

Wei Sushen was not very interested in the connection between Bai Yiqing and himself. After all, the system belonged to him, and others were just part of the scenery along the way.

Half a day passed extremely slowly. After Fang Shan yawned and felt a little sleepy, a young monk suddenly came to the door.

"Congratulations to both of you on getting what you wished for."

Fang Shan: "Can we all enter the Sutra Library?"

The young monk nodded and said, "Donor Bai, since you promised not to browse the secret manual, Master will make an exception and allow you to enter together. However, you must be accompanied by someone from the sect."

Fang Shan smiled with satisfaction.

The young monk said, "Donor Bai is still recovering from his injuries. The Sutra Library will be open in three days."

Out of humanistic sentiment, after the little monk left, Fang Shan seriously considered whether to go visit Bai Yiqing.

Wei Sushen saw what he was thinking: "From his perspective, I think it would be best if you didn't go."

Communicate less with the system, and perhaps it will recover faster.

If Bai Yiqing were here, he would definitely agree with what he said.

Fang Shan didn't go in the end. When they met again three days later, Bai Yiqing's injury had mostly healed.

The monk Meiming who was traveling with them helped to find the books, but was actually just supervising them. However, with him around, they could quickly find the areas where the various books were stored, which wasn't entirely a bad thing.

There are so many books in the Sutra Library that you can get lost if you are not careful.

Fang Shan doesn't like reading and just flips through the books casually.

It would be too ostentatious to directly look up information about Lover's Lake, so most of the books they read were about rare species.

Wei Sushen was standing opposite Fang Shan. He took advantage of Fang Shan's unpreparedness to put down what he was holding and secretly replaced it with a book about magic, trying to find a way to resist.

Charm: An unstoppable disorienting attack.

How to deal with it: Those with deep cultivation can be immune to the impact.

Also note: It is said that the top-level magic passed down by the ancestor of the tailed fox is extremely strange and there is currently no way to crack it. If you encounter it, please give up struggling.

Closing the book with a snap, Wei Sushen gave himself a psychological hint that this was the first time the system had displayed its charm on a whim since they met, so perhaps he didn't need to worry about encountering similar incidents in his future life.

Fang Shan looked up when he heard the sound of a book closing. Seeing that the other person was motionless, he asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Wei Sushen: "Self-comfort."

The author has something to say: Wei Sushen: I always feel that someone will die on the wedding night.