"Sigh …"
Under the moonlight, Fang Xian left a letter and walked out of the village.
He could not stand the sadness of parting, so he chose to leave on his own.
When he returned home this time, he took care of everything and even arranged for his nephew and niece to learn how to read.
After some thought, he decided to leave behind a few martial arts and heart techniques. They were not things that would expose their origins at first glance, but things that could be easily found on the streets.
Although it was simple, if one had the talent for martial arts, they might be able to make a name for themselves.
Of course, he had reminded Wang Laogen many times to not show off his wealth. With his cunning and wisdom as a peasant, he would definitely keep it a secret.
After all, in this world, it was impossible to make a name for oneself without martial arts.
After everything was done, Fang Xian let go of the burden in his heart and began to prepare for the big battle.
"If I become a Grandmaster, Qingyuan Palace and Rushi Temple will definitely see me as a thorn in my side. The Sword Daoist and Monk Zhifan might not leave each other's side. This is going to be troublesome …"
After Chu Kuangren's death, the Sword Daoist chose to act alone at the foot of White Cloud Mountain. It was a good opportunity for the Sword Daoist to act alone.
Unfortunately, Fang Xian could not catch up to the Sword Daoist. The next time they fought, the Sword Daoist would probably not give him a fair chance to fight. He would most likely say, "Why are you talking about rules with a demon? Everyone, let's go together! 'That kind of thing.
"There are strong and weak Grandmasters too. If I improve further, it's not impossible for me to fight two at once …"
Fang Xian quickly recalled the strength he had at hand.
"It seems like there's more to this world than meets the eye. The two schools of Brahman and Dao have some good stuff, such as the Sword Daoist's Art of Sword Kinesis … I heard that the techniques of the Bodhi Zen Monastery are freely passed down to the monastery, and they have some unique secrets … Should I snatch them for myself?"
The Six Major Sects were no longer a threat to Fang Xian.
"In fact, even if I can learn from others, it's still limited to this world. The highest level is the Imperial Sword Technique and the Dragon-Tiger Strength Indestructible Divine Ability … If I want to catch them off guard, I'll have to rely on a higher level technique …"
Fang Xian's expression was solemn.
He also had a copy of the Dongxuan Mystic Record in his possession. It was strange and unfathomable, and its power was definitely enough to crush the two branches of Brahman and Daoist cultivation techniques.
"It's a pity … With my current realm, I only had that epiphany after climbing the Sky Reaching Peak for several years …"
According to Fang Xian's guess, there were two ways to cultivate the Dongxuan Secret Record.
The first was that in that universe, he would be affected by the 'Giant Starry Sky Eye'. Although he would progress quickly, there was an 80% chance that he would be restricted by it. It was hard to say what the final outcome would be.
The second was a fortuitous encounter. Like him, he relied on a fortuitous encounter to block the influence from the 'upper echelons', and then relied on his own realm to forcefully comprehend the secret manual.
"What grandmaster or grandmaster? In the system of the Giant Starry Sky Eye, I'm afraid that they are no different from ordinary people. That's why I was only able to comprehend it once by chance …"
Fang Xian frowned. "But I still have the stats window, which is a cheat. I can use my true energy to increase my power of understanding. Maybe I can learn the Dongxuan Manual once? But this book is too evil. What if I learn something strange and go berserk? "
He did not care whether he cultivated evil or demonic techniques. It was fine as long as he could use it. However, he was afraid that his thoughts would be affected, and he would become schizophrenic, crazy, or his personality would change and he would become bloodthirsty.
Even if it was the martial arts of this world, the chances of going berserk would increase if he forcefully cultivated it to the next level without reaching the required realm.
"But if I'm forced into a corner, I might have to do this. But the true energy needed to learn the Dongxuan Manual is shockingly large. I've been replenishing it these days, but I'm still lacking a little …"
"Then I'll do both at the same time. I'll go loot the manual first."
Fang Xian made up his mind and quickly used his qinggong to leave.
…
Tian Lun Nation.
This nation was located to the north of Yuanwu Nation. The nation believed in Sanskrit.
Almost every big city was surrounded by a temple.
Outside the capital of Tian Lun, there were 490 big temples. Each of them worshiped eminent monks, and they were very famous.
The mountain gate of Bodhi Monastery was located here.
Bodhi Mountain.
Fang Xian, dressed in a platinum robe, strolled outside the mountain gate. "Is Master Xin Chan here? Fang Xian is here to visit the monastery! "
His voice was not loud, but strangely, it traveled further and further, echoing in the entire temple.
Many monks were so shocked that they dropped the wooden fish in their hands. "Is the White Tiger Malefic Star here?!"
The entire Bodhi Monastery fell silent. Then, there was a commotion that was dozens of times louder.
Especially the two novice monks who were sweeping near Fang Xian. Their eyes rolled back, and they fainted from fright.
"Am I that scary?"
Fang Xian touched his face. He had no idea what kind of devil he had become among the righteous sects.
"Amitabha!"
Soon, a group of monks came out with a Buddhist chant. Behind them were rows of martial monks holding staffs. They looked like they were ready to die.
"I'm Xinben. Greetings, Almsgiver Fang. May I know why you're here?"
The monk in front was dressed in a monk's robe. His face was sallow, and he put his palms together.
"Just a small matter … Where's Master Xin Chan?"
Fang Xian asked curiously when he did not see Xin Chan.
"Senior Brother Xin Chan died from his injuries on the way here." Master Xinben's eyes were filled with grief.
"Oh …"
Fang Xian thought to himself that he did not realize that the old man was so weak. A smile appeared on his face. "I'd like to borrow your library. Please allow me!"
"Devil!"
"How dare you!"
Xinben's eyelids twitched. The martial monks behind him were already flushed. They roared angrily, "How dare you covet our Zen techniques?"
"Although our techniques are crude, we don't teach them to outsiders …"
Halfway through his sentence, Master Xinben saw a Three-Eyed Demonic Striped White Tiger appear behind Fang Xian. The strange, twisted patterns on the tiger gave him a strong sense of shock.
Martial artists below the Innate Stage fainted. Even the Innate Stage experts felt their True Qi stagnate.
"If you don't agree, this great Buddhist temple will be destroyed in a sea of fire."
Fang Xian sighed. "I've always been a reasonable person."
"Amitabha, the Zen Sect has opened its doors wide. Since you wish to see … Xin Ji, bring you to the Sutra Depository!"
Master Xinben suddenly said.
"Thank you!"
Fang Xian nodded in greeting and followed the other Master into the Bodhi Zen Temple. He knew that he had to speed up.
After all, he was all alone before this. Daoist Jian and Monk Zhifan could not track him down.
However, with this incident, the information would appear on the Buddhist and Taoist sects' desks in the shortest time possible.
If they found out that he was interested in the martial arts of the six major sects, they would definitely set up a trap and wait for him.
"However, I'm not afraid of a group attack. There are only two Martial Grandmasters. It will be difficult for them to stop me …"
Fang Xian's lips curled into a smile.
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