After leaving Hongjiang River, it was getting late, so Liu Boqin found an inn to stay. During a chat with the waiter, he confirmed that Qingyun Temple now belonged to the governor of Jiangzhou.

Early the next morning, Liu Boqin asked about the way to Qingyun Temple, and planned to go there first. Qingyun Temple was still fifteen miles away from Jiangzhou City, so he rushed there. There were government soldiers guarding the door, and there was a plaque on Qingyun Temple.

It has also been taken down and replaced by two big characters with flying dragons and phoenixes - Chen Mansion.

The guarding soldiers looked fierce, and occasionally a few passers-by would stay away. Not far from Qingyun Temple, in a small pavilion, a tea boss was selling crude tea, tea powder, and some other ingredients to passers-by.

Homemade earth cakes and eggs.

Liu Boqin found a seat, ordered some tea, and was about to ask the boss about the situation of Qingyun Temple.

Suddenly, the door of the mansion opened wide, and a group of maids and servants came out one by one. Behind them, a woman walked out surrounded by several people.

Her face is like the full moon, her eyes are like autumn waves, her small mouth is like a cherry, and her waist is full of green willows. What she really has is the appearance of a woman who is ashamed of the flowers when the moon is closed, and the appearance of a fish that sinks into the air.

"Tea boss, who is this lady? Is she the wife of the current governor?" Liu Boqin asked curiously as he watched the woman lift the curtain and get on the carriage.

It was still early, there were few customers, and the tea boss was somewhat free. He followed Liu Boqin's gaze and said with a smile:

"Young Master is right, this is the wife of Jiangzhou's old master. She is going to Jinshan Temple to fulfill her vow."

"Repay your wish? Go to Jinshan Temple?"

"Exactly, the Chen family has been busy these days, preparing monks' robes and shoes for the monks of all sizes at Jinshan Temple. Now, Madam is going to Jinshan Temple to give alms to those monks."

After listening to the tea boss's words, Liu Boqin took a sip of tea and gradually remembered the plot of Journey to the West.

Miss Yin, Tang Monk's biological mother, brought her shoes and socks to Jinshan Temple and saw that Tang Monk was missing a little finger on his left foot. She bit it off so that they could recognize each other in the future. When mother and son were reunited, Tang Monk later complained to the capital, and Emperor Taizong dispatched troops to destroy the thieves.

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The group of people left the Chen Mansion in a grand manner. When the soldiers guarding the door saw their master leaving, they relaxed their spirits and leaned on the doorposts in pairs, chatting for a few words.

"Madam, after leaving, there will definitely be far fewer domestic servants in this mansion than in the past. Now is a good time to go in and find out."

After paying for tea, Liu Boqin walked forty or fifty meters along the outer wall of Qingyun Temple and found a sparsely populated place. Seeing that there was no one around, he grabbed the recess of the wall with one hand and a kite turned over, as light as white.

The paper was turned inside.

The soil on the ground is soft, the flowers are dense, and there are lotus leaves in a small pond, which is a small garden in the view.

Liu Boqin secretly looked around. He had already found someone to understand the internal structure of Qingyun Temple. Although the description was not clear, as a prominent building in the temple, the library was not far from the pond in the temple.

After confirming the direction, Liu Boqin lifted his head and hurried towards the library. There were maids and servants passing by on the way. He hid his figure slightly, so ordinary people who were not skilled in martial arts could not find him. Occasionally, there were a few guards, and martial arts were common.

, completely unable to notice his presence.

When he arrived at the Library Pavilion, an old pavilion appeared in front of him. The pavilion was in a separate courtyard. There was a lot of dust in the courtyard. Apparently no one had cleaned it for a long time. There was an iron lock on the door on the first floor.

Rusty.

Liu Boqin confirmed that no one was nearby, stepped forward and grabbed the iron lock, and the embroidery piece fell down with a rustle. Using his internal strength, the iron needle on the waist of the lock broke with a sound. He opened the door and dust flew everywhere.

Spider webs clung to the corners of the walls, and cracks appeared on the wooden floors.

Looking around, I couldn't find anything like a basement mechanism, but according to Chang Motoko, the treasure he left behind was at the bottom of the library.

Liu Boqin rummaged around again and went up to the second floor. There were only some Taoist classics, and they were all common things. There was nothing noteworthy.

He pondered for a while, returned to the first floor, and recited the incantation that Chang Yuanzi taught him according to what he remembered.

After reciting the mantra, the ground trembled slightly. No matter how carefully he looked, there was no change. Liu Boqin accidentally rolled his eyes and saw that the stairs that were originally going upwards had now changed direction!

Walking down the stairs, a small basement appeared in front of you.

The basement was very empty, except for a bamboo slip placed in the center, there was nothing else.

Liu Boqin picked up the bamboo slips somewhat strangely. Could it be that this was the treasure that Chang Yuanzi said.

It's said to be a bamboo slip, and it feels cold in the hand. It's much lighter than bamboo when held in the hand, and the texture feels a bit like plastic from a previous life.

Spread the rolled bamboo slips flat, and on the left half of the bamboo slips, it looks like several patterns were drawn with bright ink pens. They are vivid and lifelike!

A crystal clear hexagonal scale, a fruit like a baby, and a blue dynamic water drop.

When he brushed these patterns with his hand, he seemed to be able to feel the different textures, either hard or soft, which amazed Liu Boqin.

On the right half of the bamboo slips, characters older than those written in the Tang Dynasty were printed on them. However, Liu Boqin could barely understand the meaning, so he patiently read them briefly.

After reading it once, Liu Boqin's hand holding the bamboo slip couldn't help but tremble. Chang Yuanzi had given him a big gift!

"The Holy Technique of the Heavenly Witch" is a practice technique engraved on the bamboo slips. It was originally a body-training technique of the ancient witch clan. It was co-founded by the Twelve Ancestral Witches. It has been practiced to such an extent that it can rival the great Luo Celestial Immortal.

It was precisely by practicing this method that many masters of the Wu clan were able to dominate the prehistoric times.

Later, there was a great war between the lich and the world, and the witch clan suffered heavy losses, and the "Sage of the Heavenly Witch" was scattered everywhere. The witch clan declined, and the witch clan was almost invisible in the human world. Therefore, the "Saint Secret of the Heavenly Witch" was also

And the inheritance is broken.

Of course, the real "Sage of Heavenly Witches" has thirteen levels, and what Chang Yuanzi left behind is only the first six levels. However, according to Liu Boqin's understanding, even if he has reached the fifth level, he can

If you can break through the Martial Saint and reach the sixth level, it will be an unknown realm of martial arts!

Liu Boqin carefully rolled up the bamboo slips and placed them close to his body. Although it is not easy to practice "The Holy Secret of the Heavenly Witch", for him, it was an unexpected joy to be able to find the direction of practice and have guidance for practice.

After leaving the basement, Liu Boqin restored the library to its original state, and the downward stairs had also returned to normal after he left.

With the bamboo slips in hand, Liu Boqin no longer has any nostalgia for Qingyuan Temple. Now he only focuses on the "Sage of Heavenly Witches" in his arms. In this world where gods and Buddhas are flying everywhere, and ordinary mortals are just lambs of Buddhism, strength is the key.

one's own reliance.

He was ready to return home, but he was not in a hurry. Liu Boqin still remembered that although he had vaguely understood some of the meanings of the instructions, there were still many words he didn't understand in terms of the explanation.

Cultivation of Kung Fu is a top priority, so there is no room for any mistakes. He does not have Ouyang Feng's ability to practice the Nine Yin Manual backwards.

Liu Boqin has been reborn until now. Although he has practiced martial arts hard and worked hard, he has not given up on knowledge. The so-called knowledge is power. Liu Boqin reads more books in his spare time, and he is not far behind in his own knowledge.

I found some teachers in Jiangzhou and wrote down the calligraphy for them to see. There were twenty-seven ancient characters in total, but only two or three were recognized.

I also visited an old Mr. Xu in Jiangzhou who was known as a "living dictionary". The old man rummaged through boxes and cabinets, read through all the classics, and even pulled off five or six strands of his beard before he could recognize four characters.

"It's really strange! I've never seen these remaining characters since I've been studying since the pre-Qin Dynasty. Are you just making this up to deceive me?"

"Since there are real characters, I can't recognize them. However, I have heard that the abbot of Jinshan Temple, Master Shiran, is knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and has a thorough understanding of modern and ancient times. Maybe he can recognize these characters."
Chapter completed!