Yang Ji did not delay for too long. After getting the entry key, he immediately went to the "Sutra Collection Cave".
This was the first time Yang Ji came into contact with the Buddhist Scripture Cave after joining the Tieguan Sect. Under the cover of shrubs and pagodas, a greenish stone door appeared in front of him.
The stone gate looked very plain, and it was deserted for dozens of feet around it. It did not look as tightly guarded as Yang Ji had imagined.
"It's been more than half a year, and I'm finally here. I just don't know what I can learn this time."
Yang Ji stood on the stone road, looking at the stone gate in front of him, with infinite expectations in his heart.
The "Sutra Collection Cave" is the essence of every sect, and it contains a large number of "Sutra paintings". No one knows what they will learn before entering the Sutra Collection Cave. Everything depends on luck and vision.
"...It's a pity that we only have four hours."
Yang Ji glanced at the four black iron key titles in his hand and thought with regret.
Four hours is actually not a short time (equivalent to 8 hours), but if you can learn profound martial arts, who would think it is too long.
"His!"
Yang Ji took a deep breath and then strode over.
The Sutra Cave is located at the top of the Tieguan Sect. It passes through the residences of the disciples, as well as the palaces where all the "eldest sisters" and "eldest brothers" live, and finally passes through the Elder Peak... It can be said that
It is well guarded and difficult for outsiders to approach.
On the left side of the stone gate, water gurgled and flowed down, turning into a waterfall on the mountainside. On the right side, an old man with a blue path and no apparent age was lazily leaning against the stone cave.
It's like falling asleep.
Apart from himself, this was the only person Yang Ji saw on the top of the mountain.
"This person should be the gatekeeper."
Yang Ji secretly speculated in his heart.
"Junior Yang Ji, I have met my senior."
Yang Ji stood in front of the gatekeeper and bowed respectfully.
There is no aura on these bodies. They look like ordinary people who don't know martial arts. Yang Ji can't be sure of his cultivation level, and his clothes don't look like the elders of the sect.
However, how could an ordinary person be hired to guard such an important place as the Buddhist Scripture Cave?
Yang Ji was also secretly confused.
It was quiet all around, and the gatekeeper was motionless, as if he was really asleep. There was only the sound of gurgling water around.
"Junior Yang Ji. I have met my senior. On the order of the elder, I came to the Sutra Cave to study the scriptures. I would like to ask my senior to be accommodating."
As a last resort, Yang Ji repeated what he said before.
"Um……"
I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Ji finally heard an inaudible voice: “Where is the key?”
The gatekeeper's body remained motionless, no different from before, but he stretched out an index finger and raised it high.
Yang Ji was overjoyed: "The key is here."
Yang Ji reached out and took out the key from his arms, and carefully hung the ring of the linking key on the doorkeeper's finger.
The cold key came from his finger. The gatekeeper's body moved, and finally sat up slowly. The wrinkled eyelids were raised, and a dazzling light flashed below, too fast,
Even Yang Ji couldn't identify it.
"Four black iron keys... Another one has completed the task of recruiting. The young man smells a lot of blood. He has killed a few people, right?"
The gatekeeper looked at the four keys and said calmly.
Yang Ji's heart trembled. What is practiced in the martial arts realm is blood, and when the whole body is moved, there will be a strong smell of blood. But this is obviously not what the gatekeeper is referring to.
"It has been more than six days since I came back from Langya City. I have taken a shower and changed clothes. There cannot be any bloody smell left. Could it be that he smells murderous intent?"
Yang Ji was shocked.
Murderous aura is invisible and qualityless. As long as you kill someone, murderous aura will remain. According to rumors, some powerful masters can smell this aura, and they can even feel this rich bloody aura from several kilometers away.
The so-called bloody aura here is actually murderous aura.
In the realm of martial arts, strong men who can smell the "murderous aura" are like a rare thing in a million. And those who can reach this state are all extremely terrifying strong men.
It was hard for Yang Ji to imagine that the old man in front of him, who looked disheveled and down-and-out, could actually smell the terrifying existence of "murderous aura".
"OK OK!……"
Just when Yang Ji was secretly shocked, the gatekeeper waved his hand impatiently:
"The four keys are correct. I will open the door for you. Please let me in quickly."
The old man stood up, and there was a series of metal friction sounds under his feet. It was only then that Yang Ji discovered that there were two heavy chains tied to his ankles that only prisoners would tie.
It's just that he had been crossing his legs before, and the chains were hidden under his tattered robes, so he couldn't see clearly.
"Who is this person? Looking at him like this, he doesn't look like the gatekeeper of the sect at all. Instead, he looks like a prisoner."
Yang Ji became more and more curious. This person seemed to him to be more powerful than the elders in the sect, but there was no reason for such a powerful person to be punished as a prisoner here.
"Boom!"
The gatekeeper took out a key and inserted it into the stone door. With a rumbling sound, the huge stone door covering the entrance of the cave slowly opened. The huge sound attracted Yang Ji's attention, and Yang Ji immediately looked over.
The cave was so dark that nothing could be seen.
"Go in. The stone door has been opened. From now on, you have four hours to comprehend and extract the scriptures, paintings and martial arts inside."
The gatekeeper's faint voice came from my ears.
"Senior, may I ask if there are any restrictions or rules for practicing martial arts in this Buddhist scripture cave?"
Yang Ji turned back and looked at the gatekeeper.
Yang Ji is interested in those advanced martial arts. With his current ability, he can even comprehend the martial arts of "Little Zhou Tian" at the fifth level of martial arts.
If the martial arts you refer to have level restrictions, it will be really troublesome.
"Hey hey hey!"
Hearing Yang Ji's words, the gatekeeper suddenly laughed, as if Yang Ji said something very funny:
"Interesting..., I know what you are thinking. Don't worry, the rules of the Sutra Cave are that there are no rules. As long as you have the ability, all the paintings in the Sutra Cave are open to you. Of course, if you have this ability!
"
When he said this, the gatekeeper's eyes looked strange, contemptuous and disdainful.
"laugh!"
Without giving Yang Ji more chance to think deeply, the gatekeeper lit a torch and handed it over:
"Go ahead, treasure of time, I hope you get value for money."
After saying that, the gatekeeper didn't wait for Yang Ji's reaction. He immediately turned around and walked away, hugged his body, leaned against the cliff, and sat down at the original place, indifferent, as if Yang Ji was not around.
"Thank you, senior."
Yang Ji was stunned for a moment, and without saying anything, he held up the torch and walked into the cave step by step.
The Buddhist scripture cave is very clean. When a person walks inside, the only echo is Yang Ji's own footsteps.
"I wonder what treasures we can collect this time?"
Yang Ji secretly thought, his heart full of unknowns and expectations.
This was the first time he entered the Tieguan Sect's "Tibetan Scripture Cave". There was a cold and hard feeling under his feet. Yang Ji took a sniff and found that, unlike what he had imagined, the air in the cave was very fresh.
In this dark cave, the torch in Yang Ji's hand became the only source of light.
Yang Ji cheered up and strode in.
They didn't go far. In the light of the fire, Yang Ji saw several stone tablets appearing at his feet.
"Tibetan Scripture Cave!"
"First level of martial arts!"
Yang Ji recognized the words on the stele. These words were not written with a brush, but were scratched on the stele with some kind of sharp instrument, and then painted with cinnabar to make them more eye-catching.
"These words... are so strange!"
To be continued...