"Thank you, junior brother."

Lin Ruoxu bowed slightly, thanked the ordinary disciple, and then left straight.

The ordinary disciple looked at the towering red dragon on the inner disciple's blue-yi Taoist robe, looking confused.

Red Dragon...is the inheritance emblem of which lineage?

Why have I never seen it?

...

He walked as fast as he could along the way. Lin Ruoxu's inner robe was really eye-catching, and he frequently attracted other disciples to watch.

You should know that ordinary disciples of Taiyi Daoting are said to have a population of 100,000, but the number of inner disciples is less than 100.

Not everyone has this one-in-a-thousand probability that Lin Ruoxu has such good luck and has the order to enter the court to reach the sky in one step.

The disciples who can gain the favor of the mountain masters have all the best choices for their qualifications, cultivation, and nature. Even the diligence of their practice can be described as crazy. Each one is racing against time, unlike Lin Ruoxu, who still has the leisure to go out for a walk.

Of course, in addition to being curious about this inner disciple, most ordinary disciples are more curious about the emblem of the inheritance of Lishang Mountain.

The Red Dragon is the inheritance emblem of Lishang Mountain.

This is the posture of a majestic red dragon slightly poking out the dragon's head from a hazy fog, covering the entire Taoist robe. The horns of the deer antler were slightly poked out from the sleeves on the right arm, and the entire Taoist robe was horizontally horizontal.

I don’t know if it was the inner robe designed by Rong Ling, which was full of the arrogant aura of middle school students.

Lin Ruoxu couldn't stand the strange gazes of the ordinary disciples when he was passing by, so he quickly found a hidden place and put on the Taoist robe of the ordinary disciples outside. The strange gazes gradually disappeared.

Half an hour later, Lin Ruoxu stopped in front of a courtyard.

The low courtyard wall could not stop outsiders' sight at all. Lin Ruoxu saw the tall, white walls and black tiles at a glance.

It is like a tough young bamboo shoot, thrusting straight into the sky.

Countless ordinary disciples came in one after another, with a remarkable number of people.

Lin Ruoxu stepped into it.

Unfortunately, no elders preached today.

He followed the crowd and entered the True Sutra Tower and began to read it carefully.

There are too many ordinary disciples on the first two levels, and basically the entire tower layer is filled with shoulder to shoulder, and there are very few places to settle down.

According to the rules, ordinary disciples can enter the first two levels, and inner disciples can enter the first four levels.

So he stepped directly to the third level.

The third floor is the same as the first two floors, with eight rows of bookshelves neatly placed in the eight-character direction.

Because ordinary inner doors rarely come here, there are only a few older managers on the third floor who are reading the handwritten scriptures. When they step into the third floor, they feel like they suddenly escape from the noisy world and come to the quiet ancient well, extremely quiet and peaceful.

Lin Ruoxu's eyes swept across the bookshelf, and he pulled out a manual book and began to read it.

This is a dying handwritten book by an ordinary disciple who is afraid of great life and death, stuck in the Great Perfection of the Weird Pill, but dares not cross the Dragon Gate, and the end of the dead end is approaching.

Although the whole article is full of deep contempt for one's cowardice and shrinkage, the other party's thorough understanding of the lower three realms is shown while just a few words.

It was like a famous teacher who was well versed in the lower three realms sitting in front of him, teaching him by example in the tone of an experienced person.

This way of handwriting made Lin Ruoxu's eyes lit up.

No wonder so many ordinary disciples like to come here to read books. It turns out that the hand-written books in this true scripture tower are explained so thoroughly, the sentences are not complicated, and the meaning is very shallow.

Lin Ruoxu watched with relish, and gradually, many of the confusions in his practice were understood.

When the last page was completely turned over, Lin Ruoxu held the entire handbook in his hand, recalled the details in the book carefully, and compared it with his own practice one by one, he suddenly felt that he benefited a lot and had a deeper understanding of the lower three realms.

According to this ancestor, when practicing strange immortals, one should practice a Heart Sutra to protect oneself and make the mind of Taoism natural, so that the inner demons can be born to prevent them from hindering practice.

If a person without the protection of the Heart Sutra, even if he is lucky enough to reach the realm of strange elixir, he will often fail to have a good ending.

If Lin Ruoxu had an unstable mind before the Tao, it was the result of no protection of the Heart Sutra.

Recalling the strange physical symptoms that appeared when the magical transformation was approaching, Lin Ruoxu still felt a slump in his heart.

This is just a devil. According to this ancestor, some people refine tricks, but never wake up from the refinement of the devil's remains.

Some people even wake up and are eroded by the tricks and don’t know that they become nutrients for the tricks to resurrect, and eventually end up losing control.

He decided to make a warning, prepared to read the book carefully, and learned about many practices in the lower three realms before he began to step into the pace of advancing to the Wei Dan Realm.

Thinking of this, he pulled out another handbook and began to study it carefully again...

Time flies, and beautiful times always pass so quickly. When Lin Ruoxu finished reading the third volume of the manual with relish, he couldn't help but subconsciously look out the window, and the sky was dim outside.

Going back.

If he went back late and made Rong Ling unhappy, he would be dead.

It’s a pity that these handwritten books cannot be brought out of the tower.

Lin Ruoxu sighed regretfully, put the handbook back on the bookshelf, and was about to turn around and leave. When he turned around, the afterglow glanced slightly and suddenly captured a familiar back.

Lin Ruoxu's body stumbled slightly, and he rushed over several steps and looked down the stairs.

A female road with a bun on her back was walking slowly down.

The key point is that Lin Ruoxu has never seen this female Taoist.

But when he looked at this person, he felt a strange sense of familiarity for some reason.

It seems that I have seen it somewhere before, but no matter how I recall it, I can't think of where I have seen it.

Seeing the movement at the stairs, the female road stopped, looked up with a look of surprise, and asked softly: "Is there something wrong with this fellow student?"

"I'm really sorry. Maybe I've read the wrong person." Lin Ruoxu hesitated for a moment and apologized.

"Not hindrance." The female chuckled and continued to walk down.

Looking at her leaving back, Lin Ruoxu frowned slightly.

For some reason, this female Tao gave him a strange sense of familiarity, which made him inexplicably think of the black and thin female monk Xuanhui.

But Xuanhui is a monk who was ordained. How could she become a woman with a thick bun with white and tender skin when she turned her head?

These are just two people!

Did you read it wrong?

...

As soon as the female path walked out of the True Sutra Tower, an older female path walked over from a distance quickly. Looking at the towering tower, the elderly woman's eyebrows couldn't help but frowned slightly.

"Junior sister, why did you come to this place after you have sex? I said why didn't you find me today!"

"I'm really sorry, I'm worried." The girl apologized and turned to look at the true scripture tower, with deep shock in her eyes: "As early in the temple, I heard from my master that the true scripture tower of Taiyi Daoting is one of the main reasons for the prosperity of the Daoting. Now it seems that this statement is by no means false."

"It's just a useless tower. If you are confused, just ask your master directly." The older woman said lightly.

"There are many ordinary disciples in this place, and there are very riots. If you ask the senior sister to tell me, just come here less."

The female Taoist face slightly stopped and she lowered her head immediately.
Chapter completed!