Jiang Li was looking at the dilapidated hall and wondering why no one came to repair it.

Elder Li, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked this question.

"It's because our sect has the largest Sutra Library in the Dachongshan area, with the largest amount of Sutras."

This was what Weng Sanqi told him when he first chose to join the sect.

"Yes, the Sutra Library. Do you know where those martial arts manuals in our Sutra Library came from?"

Elder Li approached the ruined hall, stroked the door with a missing corner, and sighed.

This time he didn't wait for Jiang Li to answer and started talking on his own.

This allowed Jiang Li to finally understand some of the sect's history and secrets.

When he first joined the sect, he knew that Sutra Valley was a force formed when an ancient relic was unearthed more than two hundred years ago and many independent cultivators united to occupy the relic.

But he never knew what the relic was. Now after listening to what Elder Li said, he realized that the foundation of his sect was the ruined hall in front of him.

Walking around the entire hall, you can find that the Sutra Hall has four doors.

On the four doors, there are four big characters written respectively: "Spirit", "Law", "Body" and "Skill", which represent the four avenues of practice for monks.

As long as you enter one of the doors, you can obtain a precious inheritance from ancient times in the hall.

The most valuable thing is that it is said that this Sutra Hall will impart the inheritance that best suits the disciple according to his qualifications. Even if the skills are incomplete, it can still be of great help to the practitioner.

Wait! . . The technique is incomplete? Jiang Li suddenly remembered the ancient technique "Dead Wood Technique" which only had fragments of the Qi Refining Stage.

Could it be that all those incomplete ancient skills in the Sutra Repository were passed down by the sect’s predecessors from this Sutra Hall?

Jiang Li had this question, and Elder Li immediately gave a positive answer.

This Sutra Hall is a relic left behind by a certain immortal sect from ancient times who knows how many years ago. It has been weathered by time and has lost its former power.

After the great war when the ruins were unearthed, they were severely damaged.

Moreover, the immortal cultivation system in ancient times is very different from the present one. It would be extremely difficult for them to repair it even if they wanted to. In order to prevent further damage, they can only keep it as it is for the time being.

Because of this, the function of the Sutra Hall has been severely damaged. What kind of inheritance one can obtain in it depends on one's understanding and two things: chance.

Over the years, countless inner disciples and sect leaders have entered the Sutra Hall, and like ants moving house, they have comprehended and copied out the ancient techniques bit by bit. This is why there are so many incomplete ancient techniques in the Sutra Library.

Together with the skills and techniques contributed by a large number of independent cultivators at that time, this formed the current No. 1 Sutra Library in Dachong Mountain.

After listening to what Elder Li said, Jiang Li looked at his own pitiful comprehension value which was still only 1.1, and was obviously feeling a little frustrated.

"Then make your choice. Which of the four palace doors do you want to enter?"

There is no doubt that the four doors represent the practice of spiritual exercises, the practice of qigong, the practice of body exercises and the practice of magical arts.

Jiang Li pondered for a long time and finally spoke.

"I want to enter the Divine Word Sutra Hall."

The reason was simple. He already had the Qi and body training techniques, as well as the magic spells and techniques, but the spirit training techniques were extremely precious and were not something he could access now.

There will still be a chance to return to the Sutra Hall in the future, but the most urgent task now is to make up for the huge shortcomings in spiritual training.

"Well, it's a smart choice. If you have good luck and understanding, this teaching may help you to have a better grasp of the foundation in the future."

Elder Li stopped at the point, but it also made Jiang Li understand a little bit. He was afraid that mastering a method of practicing spiritual skills would be of great help to the cultivator's breakthrough.

Elder Li first took out two medium-grade spirit stones and embedded them in the grooves on both sides of the door of the Shenzi Hall. He then took out the token he had taken out before and used a special technique and incantation to create a ray of spiritual light, which shone on the door of the hall.

With a creaking sound, the door with the word "God" slowly opened.

"Go into the main hall and sit cross-legged facing the stone tablet in silence!"

"You only have one hour! Hurry!"

The energy consumption of this hall is truly enormous. Just opening it for one hour requires the consumption of two medium-grade spirit stones.

Before Jiang Li had time to sigh, he hurried into the hall at the urging of Elder Li.

The view is spacious, and in the middle of the hall stands a dark stone tablet that is cut in half, which is very eye-catching.

What on earth did the monks do in this Sutra Hall? Why didn't they just find a deserted place and beat their brains out? Why did they have to destroy this rare ancient heritage like this?

Jiang Li had no choice but to put aside all his complaints, concentrate and calm himself, and sit down on a cushion in front of the stone tablet.

As he sat on the cushion, the change in weight just happened to activate a small mechanism formation that had been set up in advance.

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The light of the formation flickered slightly, and a yellow incense stick in an incense burner placed in front of the cushion was automatically lit.

"Amitabha, you are so merciful and kind. Please give me a super awesome technique."

Sitting cross-legged on the cushion, Jiang Li prayed aimlessly.

However, this time, his metaphysical operation seemed to have some effect.

It seemed as if something warm enveloped him from somewhere, and his mind gradually calmed down.

It seemed as if something was whispering something in his ear. He didn't hear it clearly and didn't answer, but the voice seemed to have already got the answer.

After a moment, the voice began to speak something slowly again.

The sound was still so faint that it was barely audible.

Jiang Li tried hard to hear the voice, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, but still got nothing. His chest rose and fell, and he gradually became anxious.

Until a whiff of fragrance came into his nose, which slowly relaxed his brows and made his mind quietly become empty and clear.

I could finally hear fragments of the whispers in my ears.

Obviously, they are just bits of language fragments that do not connect to the rest of the text, but every note and byte is like thunder that hits my ears and enlightens me.

When each clear syllable sounded in his ears, Jiang Li felt as if he was about to have an epiphany at any moment.

Golden light, lotus, purple bamboo, the mysterious rhythm of the world transformed into a series of unclear illusions, which made Jiang Li intoxicated.

It seems that the mystery of the world is right in front of us. As long as we take one more step and move forward a little, we can grasp everything in our hands.

However, that feeling is forever out of reach.

Unconsciously, Jiang Li's mind was completely absorbed in it. He read out a few words intermittently with some difficulty in enunciating them.

"The Great...Self-Viewing...World...Sound...Heart...Sūtra!"

The dirty tricks of Buddhism.

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