Taoist Master wants to live forever

Chapter 94 Bronze Statue Skill

After a long time, Wen Lianggong closed his notepad and sorted out his thoughts a little.

This is a man named Fu Qingzhi. During the millennium, in order to observe the astronomical phenomena, he went to the top of Shudao Mountain to observe the stars. However, he didn’t know what he touched. One second he was looking at the camera, and the next second he looked up. Entered here.

The mythical world is strange and strange, and he also narrowly escaped death, and finally ended up at the Vajra Temple by accident.

Then he was invited into the Vajra Temple by the monks, and after activating some kind of friend-or-foe recognition mechanism, although the monks in the Vajra Temple did not attack him, he seemed to have become a member of the Vajra Temple and could no longer go out.

Wen Lianggong was secretly shuddering. If he had really followed the withered monk into the Vajra Temple, he would have ended up like Fu Qingzhi, being completely trapped in the Vajra Temple and unable to enter or exit.

He raised his head and glanced at these withered monks who seemed to be operating according to a predetermined program. He didn't know whether these people were originally withered monks, or whether they entered the Vajra Temple by mistake and were assimilated by the Vajra Temple over time because they could not get out.

This suspicion made him restrain his carelessness. If he had agreed to the other party and followed the process, he would most likely never be able to get out again.

The weirdness in the mythical world is not just the simple appearance of some monsters and evil spirits. There may also be areas of its own like the Vajra Temple.

What made him most curious was how Fu Qingzhi came from reality to the mythical world. The only thing worth noting was that his last move was to go to Shudao Mountain to observe the stars at the millennium.

"Is it because of geomagnetic influence, or something else? Just because of observing the celestial phenomena?"

The dimensional existence of the mythical world is completely different from the dimensional existence of the real world. It can be said that this is indeed the real world, but it is not the real world.

The millennium is a very special year. If I remember correctly, my predecessor was still in kindergarten at that time. I remember it very clearly now. He grabbed a little girl to eat lollipops every day, and finally he was called by the little girl. The fat man gave him a good beating.

He took back his slightly scattered thoughts, put the notepad in his arms, and carefully climbed up to the second floor, which was slightly smaller than the first floor.

It is still arranged as on the first floor, but it is smaller and the number of books on the bookshelf is less than the original one, almost less than half.

Even after looking at the rows of books on the first floor, although there are many books here, they seem sparse.

After flipping through it casually, Wen Lianggong said, "Ma De, it's still a Buddhist scripture, but the Buddhist scriptures here are more vague and obviously more in-depth."

It's still the old rule, follow the previous method, touch them one by one.

There is no prompt.

Wen Lianggong cursed secretly, looked around carefully for a few times, and after confirming that there were no martial arts secrets, he turned around and went up to the third floor.

The layout of the third floor is still the same, but it is smaller. There are hundreds of books scattered on the bookshelves.

There is still no one up there, and it seems that the Sutra Pavilion is really a library.

He stepped forward and picked up a book. After seeing the name of the book clearly, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

"Basic boxing skills."

At this moment, Wen Lianggong really breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was really afraid that if he didn't get anything from the Vajra Temple, he would just clean it up after a while, and he was afraid that it would appear like leeks again after a while.

Although he has acquired several mythical auras, the most important thing in the end is further martial arts.

Although his mountain-forming skill has the core mountain-forming force, it is still incomplete, so he naturally wants a complete martial arts secret book.

After flipping through it casually, Wen Lianggong threw it aside.

It is worse than the 36-way Rolling Dragon Fist. This basic boxing technique is basically used to build a frame, stretch the muscles and bones, and lay a solid foundation.

Wen Lianggong looked through them one by one.

Basic footwork, basic palm skills, basic...

"Basic, basic, basic..."

Wen Lianggong frowned and looked at the hundreds of books in front of him. Most of them had the word "basic" in them. The parts of the body had been clarified for these basics.

Even the basic Cynomorium Technique appeared. Seeing this, Wen Lianggong secretly kept it in his arms. In this regard, even if it is basic, he still wants to learn it. After all, in the Spring and Autumn Period, Lao Ai could swing a wheel, and he wants to swing the current wheel even more.

He had read it and found that in terms of depth, it was not much different from some real-life skills. Although there were lessons to be learned, the efficiency was about the same.

It deserves to be called the foundation.

Wen Lianggong didn't stop any longer and went straight to the fourth floor.

He paused slightly and looked at the withered bones sitting in the corner of the counter, curled up. The clothes on them were completely modern clothes.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly understood that the original body of this withered skeleton was probably that Fu Qingzhi.

Walking to the side of the dead bones, he looked at the backpack next to the dead bones. He squatted down and checked. Except for a camera, some pens and paper, and some plastic bags for food, there was nothing else inside.

I picked up the paper inside and looked at it carefully. Most of them were written out of despair. I even wrote down my home address, hoping that someone would see it and report that it was safe.

Wen Lianggong casually put the scattered notepad into his pocket, removed the memory card from the camera, and confirmed that Fu Qingzhi had nothing left behind before slowly standing up.

"Pity……"

He had great ambitions, but ended up starving to death.

He turned around and walked to the bookshelf with only a hundred books on it, and browsed through it casually.

Crazy sword skills.

Sword skills? !

Wen Lianggong's heart cheered up, well, it was exactly what he said he needed.

When he opened the book with the crazy sword skills on the cover, the smile on Wen Lianggong's face froze for an instant, and then quickly turned gloomy.

There is not a single word in the martial arts secret book, it is completely blank!

"Boiled!"

After he couldn't help but uttered a curse word, he flipped through the hundreds of books without being discouraged. Without exception, all these martial arts secrets were blank.

He studied it carefully, even smeared it with saliva and burned it with fire, but there was still no reaction.

At that moment, he no longer hesitated, strode forward, and rushed to the last floor, the fifth floor.

Once on the fifth floor, there were only twenty or thirty books placed on the bookshelves on both sides.

But that's not the point. Standing in the middle is a monk with a bare upper body, showing off his muscular muscles. He has a body like an iron tower, is nearly two and a half meters tall, and is holding something like a long-handled sword.

Wen Lianggong understood. No wonder Fu Qingzhi did not go to the fifth floor. He would rather starve to death on the fourth floor. No one would be afraid of this big man.

But what concerned Wen Lianggong the most was that there was a book stuck in the monk's waist.

Wen Lianggong looked at the long-handled sword longingly for a while, then looked at a book tied on the belt around the opponent's waist and abdomen.

He has sharp eyes and can see clearly. There is a martial arts secret book called "Bronze Statue Kung Fu".

Wen Lianggong's heart skipped a beat and he suppressed his excitement.

Madhu, who designed it?

Seeing this, Wen Lianggong couldn't help but complain. He was 100% certain that the only martial arts he could see was most likely in this monk.

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