Traveling through the heavens starts from practicing swords in the palace

Chapter 32
Buddhist scriptures Pavilion…

This is almost a place name unique to Shaolin Temple.

Lin Pingzhi knew that it contained not only Buddhist scriptures such as the Diamond Sutra and the Lotus Sutra.

There are also Shaolin stunts and martial arts cheats hidden inside.

There may even be martial arts such as Shaolin's most famous Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing.

That is an upper-level martial art that enhances internal strength.

If it can be obtained, one year of practicing internal skills should be equivalent to decades of other ordinary internal skills.

Lin Pingzhi couldn't help feeling itchy.

However, it stands to reason that it is not easy to come here to take shelter, so it is best not to create too many complications.

What's more, the system has already rewarded half of the Sunflower Book.

I have practiced well in this undisputed monastery, and I dare not say that I am a top-notch master when I go out. First-class masters are always counted.

The goalkeeper of a first-class expert like Yu Canghai is also quasi-first-class, so it shouldn't be a problem.

But Lin Pingzhi is obviously not such a stable person.

The Sunflower Collection naturally needs to be practiced.

Since I just came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for a walk, I must go in and have a look.

Thinking of this, he moved into the cabinet.

There was silence in the pavilion.

But after all, this important place is not unguarded.

There are four monks at the entrance, two on each side, sitting on the left and right.

Lin Pingzhi felt a little headache seeing them guarding the entrance, anyone who wanted to enter the cabinet had to be seen.

He pondered for a while and came up with a plan. He reached out and took out the twelve-weight gold ingot from the warehouse, and threw it far away.

It hit a monk on the nose, and his nose bleeds profusely, and he yelled out.

"who is it?"

The other three monks rushed out when they saw their companions being attacked.

The monk who was hit on the nose also covered the sore spot and followed out.

But there was no one in sight.

After Lin Pingzhi threw out the gold ingot just now, he used the Sunflower Treasure Book's ghostly movement technique and hid it aside.

After the four people rushed out, he quickly ducked into the pavilion.

This kind of short-distance instantaneous displacement is the essence of Sunflower Collection.

The four monks didn't expect that someone had already entered the pavilion in a blink of an eye.

Seeing no one outside, they were all puzzled and didn't know what was going on.

The monk whose nose was hit came back cursing even more.

He said in his mouth that he must report to Zen Master Pushen in Jiejie Pavilion, and find out who did the good deed.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he found the gold ingot on the ground.

He picked up the gold ingot with his hands stained with nosebleeds, and said in his heart:

"I just secretly thought about going back to vulgar life and marrying a wife. Could it be that the Lord Buddha knew about it?"

"The old man lowered this gold ingot to hit me, presumably he wanted to give me two choices."

"Either wake up this gold ingot, concentrate on Buddha, and don't think about anything else."

"Either take this gold ingot and marry a wife, and live a peaceful life..."

The monk had many thoughts based on this gold ingot, which can be regarded as a fate thrown by Lin Pingzhi.

Lin Pingzhi entered the cabinet, but he still didn't dare to make a sound.

Going further in, you can see that there are many books.

Some can be seen to be very old at a glance, and they must have been circulated for many years.

Some of the pages looked quite new, and Lin Pingzhi guessed that they might have been transcribed by Zhongxin from the Shaolin Temple in Songshan Mountain.

He casually picked up a few books and flipped through them, but he saw that there were some esoteric mantras written in traditional Chinese characters.

It can be known at a glance that it cannot be a martial arts secret book.

When I turned to the fifth book, I saw the words "Prajna palm method" written on the cover.

My heart moved: "I know this Prajna palm technique, it is one of Shaolin's unique skills."

"It seems that it has also been passed down from the Songshan Shaolin Temple."

He hurriedly opened it to check, and sure enough, he saw that there were many pictures and texts inside, with palm gestures attached.

Lin Pingzhi was overjoyed, he couldn't be more polite, he dropped the book, and the book was stored in his body.

It is so convenient and willful to have a portable space.

Then Lin Pingzhi continued to look for other cheats.

But he immediately changed his mind: "There should be countless books in this Sutra Pavilion."

"If I take away such a rare skill as the Prajna Palm, it will definitely cause a sensation."

"What's more, the South Shaolin Temple's kindness has taken us in, so it's okay for me to come in and secretly read the scriptures."

"It's a bit too much to say that you just take this advanced martial arts cheat book for yourself."

Lin Pingzhi is not a good person, and he doesn't want to call himself chivalrous.

But at least the bottom line is there.

He sighed, and took out the secret manual of Prajna Palm Technique from the warehouse and put it back.

Unexpectedly, after putting it back, an electronic version of Prajna Palm appeared in the warehouse.

Lin Pingzhi turned it over with his mind, and sure enough, he found that it was exactly the same as what he had seen before.

There is even an annotated version with color illustrations!

He couldn't help feeling that science and technology are really the primary productive forces.

In martial arts novels, when other heroes encounter this kind of situation, they read it several times and memorize it by heart.

I don’t have this kind of photographic memory, so I can only rely on my systematic color printing skills.

He was overjoyed, and wanted to find a few more secret books from the massive scriptures to copy.

Just then he suddenly heard someone speaking.

Surprised, he stayed where he was, not daring to make any noise.

After a while, he followed the source of the sound and found that the sound came from a small inner room in the scripture storage pavilion.

The room placed here should be a place for the monks in the temple to sit quietly and rest when they consult and study scriptures.

Lin Pingzhi was a little curious about what kind of scene these monks would be discussing scriptures.

So I approached quietly, trying to hear what they said clearly.

Only a voice said: "Our temple has obtained 36 special skills from Shaolin Temple in Songshan."

"In addition, there are three sets of boxing techniques, three sets of palm techniques, and two sets of sword manuals."

"My disciple has been honored by my master since I was a child, allowing me to freely browse through various unique skills in the Sutra Pavilion."

"Now the disciples have practiced the easy-to-quick magic-killing palm technique, bliss finger, and Maitreya Kung Fu."

"Other martial arts that require years of hard work, my disciples also practice diligently, and dare not slack off for a day."

"But disciples always feel that there are too few secret books in this temple, especially the lack of advanced martial arts. It has to be said that it is a pity."

Hearing this voice, Lin Pingzhi immediately knew that it was the arrogant monk Guangming who spoke.

As for the master in the words, it is naturally his master Putuo Chan Master.

Lin Pingzhi hated Guangming very much, he thought to himself: "This thief and bald donkey are really arrogant."

"Shaolin has 72 unique skills, if you can practice more than ten of them, you can be regarded as a great master of the past."

"Your Southern Shaolin has 36 unique skills, and let you read and practice at will.

But you still think there are too few cheats! "

At this time, another old voice in the room said: "Guang Ming, you have excellent bones and superhuman understanding. You are the only teacher I have ever seen."

"No wonder you think my temple's martial arts secret books are shallow and lacking."

"But you don't need to be depressed. The Evil Resisting Swordsmanship is the secret book of peerless sword moves, and you will definitely not be disappointed."

Lin Pingzhi heard that the voice was indeed Chan Master Putuo, and he was slightly surprised: "Why did this old monk Putuo also mention the evil sword technique?"

"Do they actually have a secret book on evil swordsmanship in Southern Shaolin?"

He changed his mind and thought, could it be that after Lin Yuantu returned to vulgarity and created the evil sword technique, he did not forget his relationship with the Putian Shaolin Temple and secretly sent a copy back?
This guess is actually reasonable. Lin Yuantu was ordered by Zen Master Hongye to go to Huashan to retrieve the Sunflower Book, thus creating the evil sword technique.

Sending it back in the future can be regarded as the end of a cause and effect.

But what Monk Guangming said next shocked Lin Pingzhi.

"Master, you said that Lin Zhennan would take the evil sword manual with him?"

(End of this chapter)