In a narrow space, there were numerous and messy monastic texts. It was so crowded that it was impossible to tell which ones were useful and which ones were nonsense.

There was a cultivator from the Mo family who studied these Taoist texts until his hair turned white, but he found that it was a path that was made fun of by his predecessors, and he died with hatred in his heart.

Even so, there are still many members of the Mo family who continue to come forward, hoping to find a correct way to break the path and extend the Mo family's cultivation heritage.

“Where did you get them from?”

Mr. Chen saw that the numerous scriptures were in disarray, with different paper colors and fronts. They were definitely not a systematic thing.

"I bought some from some impoverished immortal cultivators, some from exploring ancient ruins, and some from auction houses..."

Mo Qiang answered seriously, perhaps because he had experienced many hardships, and said: "I have spent my savings year after year, but I have never been satisfied."

The words were lonely, expressing regret and grief for those tribesmen who had embarked on the path of spiritual practice. The perseverance of generations was nothing but a mirage, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Why don't you find someone to identify it?"

Mr. Chen remembered the original version of the Health Preservation Sutra, which was brief and gentle. He himself made frequent mistakes. Without a senior master to guide him, it was too easy for him to be killed by the Tao.

In the Mo family's situation, and for the sake of the lives of the cultivators in the clan, they can find a senior to listen to the Tao and point out the right path.

"It would be more cost-effective to let each tribe member go one by one."

Mo Qiang shook his head. To invite such a senior was beyond the Mo family's ability to bear. It would be better to suffer a little and consider the survival of the family.

"You can find someone in the medicine house."

Chen Sheng's words revealed a determined look. His reputation would survive after all. As long as he mentioned it, there would be many alchemists with high levels willing to give it a try.

"I dare not waste even a bit of the legacy left by my ancestors."

Mo Qiang was extremely cautious. The cause and effect with Chen Sheng was too important to them, even more important than their own lives.

As long as there is a possibility of loss, then we should bypass this road and choose the most difficult path to move forward, leaving hope for future generations.

"well……"

Chen Sheng sighed, walked to a pile of scriptures, almost submerging his body in them. He first pushed out a small space, but then took the scriptures from the nearby volumes from top to bottom, looking like he was doing something seriously.

"Senior, what are you doing?"

Mo Qiang asked curiously.

"I'll be the one to identify them. I think I'm qualified."

Mr. Chen's expression did not change and his words were calm, as if he was just doing this identification job.

"That's the Mo family's luck."

Hearing this, Mo Qiang was so excited that he could hardly control himself. This was a Jindan Zhenren, and what he had seen and known was beyond the ordinary cultivators in the border areas.

With Chen Sheng in charge of identifying the skills, the Mo family's path to becoming immortals is no longer hindered and the journey is smooth, with a lot less blood and tears.

"Gaudy..."

Mr. Chen buried his head in the scriptures very seriously. He glanced over the scriptures that began with the word "Da" and discarded those that were not interesting.

What monks seek is immortality. Some people with twisted minds, unable to attain enlightenment themselves, will destroy the enlightenment of future generations.

The scriptures woven for this purpose were of no value at all, so he threw them under his feet and trampled them.

"This is just ordinary, nothing worth mentioning."

Of course, the scriptures collected by the Mo family were definitely not meant to harm the clan members. Many traps have been checked. The ordinary things he mentioned were actually passed through by generations of Mo family cultivators, and they were densely marked with their cultivation insights.

"It's interesting. This is a genius..."

On extremely rare occasions, Mr. Chen would deliberately stop and look, as if the key to the treasure was left in the broken scriptures.

If you look closely, you will find that the scriptures around Mr. Chen have changed. A large number of idle and useless ones have been taken out, while the useful and special ones have been put away separately.

He divided all the scriptures into different levels, and specially marked the secret scriptures, so that the entire path of cultivating immortals would be obstacle-free.

Time passed by little by little, and the narrow Sutra Library was filled with a few rays of bright light, which was the new world created by Chen Sheng.

Mr. Chen spent half a day reorganizing the Mo family's scripture library.

Then, he did not leave, but flipped through the rotten and messy scriptures again. Not finding any mistakes or omissions, he scanned the scriptures on the bookshelf again, very carefully and seriously.

"Senior, I sifted it carefully again."

Mo Qiang was really moved when he saw this scene. The Qi-refining scriptures woven with the vision and cognition of Jindan Zhenren were absolutely invaluable when placed in the border areas.

In this situation, Chen Sheng looked at it again, fearing that any omission would cause a cultivator to fall into confusion.

With this kind of ability and character, it is no wonder that he was able to cultivate the golden elixir, achieve success step by step, and have so many fans behind him.

"Okay, no mistake."

Mr. Chen walked out of the dark yet slightly bright space, brushed off the dust on his body, and looked very calm.

He saw that Mo Qiang's mind was in turmoil. Although his eyes were looking at him, his attention was completely focused on the scriptures that had been reorganized.

"If you want to see it, go and see it."

He didn't say much, just waved his hand gently, telling Mo Qiang not to feel too depressed.

“Ha… hey…”

Mo Qiang ran to touch the scrolls of scriptures. He laughed very restrainedly at first, in a low voice. But when he saw that Chen Sheng did not dislike him, he finally laughed out loud.

With this scripture pavilion, there is no more obstacle on the Mo family's path to the Qi Refining Realm. Even the Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator who has never appeared has a chance to emerge.

He was so happy that he couldn't even talk about it for three days and three nights, but he was able to calm down quickly and said, "Senior, I'm sorry."

Cleaning up the Mo family's scripture pavilion this time was just a side job. The real big thing was that Chen Sheng would bring Mo Longyun into the medicine house to continue a cause and effect from the past. It would be best if the family could be as prosperous as Zhou Xian's lineage.

"I can understand that."

Mr. Chen came from the lower class, and he himself was ecstatic about breaking through the obstacles in his practice. He is not the kind of person who looks down on others.

Walking out of the Sutra Library, I came to a mountain spring and saw a cultivator soaking his body in the cool spring water, swallowing a pill.

Afterwards, white frost floated all over his body and his teeth were trembling due to the raging cold, but he endured the pain and absorbed a ray of sunlight from the sky.

Two extreme forces of true energy swirled in his body, like a fight between a dragon and a snake, tormenting him so much that blood oozed from the corners of his mouth and he felt even more uncomfortable.

However, a smile appeared on his face, which was very strange, but Mr. Chen discovered the reason.

"erysipelas……"

He said softly.

The work is done, but there is no ticket for the high-speed rail. I am vomiting blood.

(End of this chapter)