Tendon Changing Classic was a martial arts treasure that martial artists dreamed of. Bodhidharma went from Liang to Wei and faced the wall in Shaolin for nine years. He left behind a martial arts scripture in the Shaolin Temple of Mount Song, which was known as the Marrow Cleansing Scripture.
As it was created by Patriarch Bodhidharma, its level naturally surpassed the Connate level.
The moment Jiang Chen flipped through the book, he sank into it again.
" Humans are born from love and desire. Once they fall into the form, they are all filth. If you want to cultivate Buddhism, you must first cleanse your internal organs, limbs, and bones one by one. Only when you see pure emptiness can you cultivate and enter the land of Buddha's wisdom.”
As the sutras flashed past, his basic knowledge rapidly increased.
As for the rest, Jiang Chen ignored them.
Since the old monk wanted him to watch, he naturally wouldn't miss it.
He didn't care about anything else.
On the fifth floor.
The figure sat cross-legged.
The scripture in his hand slowly flipped.
However, this time, his speed of reading was much slower than when he was reading other books.
In fact, he had not even flipped through a single page for most of the day.
"Hey!"
The Wine Monk let out a soft sigh. In the end, he stopped himself from going forward to stop him.
"The Buddha said no, because it is there and not there.”
The old Buddhist voice came from below and entered the Wine Monk's ears. Jiang Chen's expression paused for a moment before he quickly recovered.
For a moment, the entire Sutra Depository fell silent.
Time passed in these minutes and seconds.
As the fifth floor and the most important first floor, not many Shaolin disciples were qualified to step into it.
Jiang Chen also entered a state of stability.
On the roof, the Wine Monk was drinking from the wine pot in his hand.
Below the pavilion, an old monk was quietly cleaning.
Time became meaningless and worthless at this moment.
One day.
Two days.
One month, two months.
One year, two years.
In the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
For the past three days, Jiang Chen sat cross-legged on the fifth floor of the Sutra Depository.
There was no other action, and there was no other choice.
He didn't even enter cultivation.
The cultivation technique in his body was circulating on its own.
The two scriptures in his hands were naturally flipped through.
That's right, he was constantly flipping through it.
In the past three years, he had already flipped through Tendon Changing Classic and Marrow Cleansing Classic several times.
And every time he did it, he would gain new insights and improve his basic knowledge.
His cultivation had also surprisingly entered the ninth level of Qi Refinement in these three years.
It was actually not slower than when he was cultivating.
At this moment, he had truly reached the highest level of Qi Refinement. The next step was Foundation Establishment.
At this moment, he still did not care about these things.
Three years had passed, and he was still comprehending these two cultivation techniques.
As for food, the Wine Monk would deliver it every day.
The old monk didn't seem to have any intention of urging Jiang Chen as he let Jiang Chen treat this place as his home.
Of course, when Jiang Chen woke up, he still gave a lot of money, about a few hundred taels of silver.
After all, it wasn't appropriate to freeload.
The old monk didn't refuse and accepted it.
The three of them entered an extremely peaceful state.
As for the other people from Shaolin Temple, it seemed that they rarely came here. Even if they did, they were basically below the fourth floor. They did not disturb him at all.
Jiang Chen didn't know if it was because the Shaolin Temple didn't go to the Sutra Depository, or if the old monk deliberately arranged it.
Jiang Chen could only remember the old monk's kindness.
If he had the ability, he wouldn't mind helping in the future.
The most important thing for him now was to break through.
Of course, the current need was still to create.
But fortunately.
Three years had passed, and his luck value and basic knowledge were finally about to reach perfection.
On this day.
When the sun gradually shone down.
Jiang Chen's consciousness moved away from Marrow Cleansing.
He subconsciously looked at his own list.
World: Wuxia
[Luck value: 10001 points]
[Internal Strength: Foundation Technique (Foundation Establishment Realm)]
[Skill: Creation]
[Description: The world level limits the usage of cultivation techniques. You can spend a certain amount of luck to modify the cultivation technique, allowing it to exceed the world's limits.]
[Name: Foundation Technique (Foundation Establishment Realm)]
[Cost: 10,000 Creation Points]
[Basic Knowledge: Basic Knowledge (99%)]
The data appeared. At this moment, his luck value had already reached 10,000, and his basic knowledge had also reached 90%. Compared to 100%, he was only one step away.
This was not because Tendon Changing Classic and Marrow Cleansing Classic did not meet his requirements.，
It was because the two strange scriptures of Shaolin Temple were incomplete.
Even though he had flipped through it several times and had already stripped away the basic knowledge, he was still a little lacking.
Fortunately, Jiang Chen had a solution. He looked at the old monk who was about to clean the fifth floor.
"Senior Murong, can you give me some pointers?”
The gentle voice spoke, and Jiang Chen's expression was modest.
After three years, he naturally guessed who this person was.
Murong Fu, the Nan Murong from a hundred years ago, the existence who had gone crazy in the original novel.
Jiang Chen didn't know how this person arrived at Shaolin Temple and became an old monk, but that wasn't important. What was important was that Murong Fu's current level had definitely broken through to the Xiantian level.
Although he gave off the feeling that he was quite different from the one from Sky Mountain, he was definitely above the Connate Realm.
And this was definitely enough to give him financial support.
"Benefactor, Murong Fu is no longer around.”
"Call me Xuan Ding."
The old monk sighed, but his expression didn't change much. Even when Jiang Chen called out his name, his eyes were calm as if nothing in the world could shake him.
"Xuan Ding?"
"Then Grandmaster Xuan Ding, can you give me some pointers?”
Jiang Chen nodded and bowed slightly. He didn't continue his previous words but spoke softly with a serious expression.
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In addition, the world level of the Jin Yong series was indeed not high, but the foundation establishment realm should not be a problem. After all, those guys from the Carefree Sect were obviously immortal cultivators. Zhang Sanfeng was the same.!!）
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