After arriving at the Sutra Depository, Lu Feng recalled that he had searched the first floor a few times a few days ago, but he still could not find the Lankaya Sutra. Thus, he walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.
Today, the old monk was still guarding the stairs.
The old monk, who had been cultivating with his eyes closed, could not help but look unhappy when he saw Lu Feng.
"Little monk, didn't I tell you? You inner sect disciples can only read the scriptures on the first floor.”
Seeing this, Lu Feng did not explain. He took out the waist token that Xuan Ci had given him and handed it to the monk.
The monk, who had been indifferent, took the token and looked at it carefully.
" This is..." The old monk who was touching the waist token was so shocked that he couldn't finish his sentence.
Obviously, this waist token gave him a lot of shock.
"Where did you get this token? Do you know what this token represents?”
The old monk didn't think that the waist token belonged to Lu Feng. He thought that Lu Feng had picked it up there. Besides…
" On the waist token, there are different things carved on it. Other inner sect disciples 'waist tokens only have their dharma name and the hall that the monk belongs to. On Lu Feng's waist token, there is the outline of the Shaolin Temple's main hall on one side and the words' Shaolin's personal disciple 'on the other side.”
It was obviously much more high-end than ordinary waist tokens. It was not that the old monk had never seen such waist tokens before. These waist tokens usually belonged to the senior monks of the Xuan generation and the personal disciples of the host. Even the personal disciples of the various halls did not have the outline of the Shaolin Temple's main hall carved on one side, but the outline of the various halls.
"This token was given to me by my master.”
Lu Feng was in a hurry to go up to the second level, so he could only explain to the old monk.
"Then who is your master? Could it be Abbot Xuan Ci?"
Then, the monk said.
"I've never heard of the abbot accepting any disciples.”
Seeing this, Lu Feng was about to explain.
Suddenly, an eminent monk came down from the second floor. It was Xuan Ji, who had fought to take Lu Feng as his disciple yesterday.
The old monk also saw Lu Feng. He walked in front of Lu Feng and said to the latter.
"Little monk, since you've come to the Sutra Depository, why don't you go up?”
Lu Feng hurriedly bowed to him and said.
"Greetings, Uncle-Master. Master gave me the waist token, but he hasn't announced that he's taking me in as a disciple yet.”
Seeing Lu Feng address Xuan Ji as his Martial Uncle, the monk still did not understand that the abbot had already accepted Lu Feng as his disciple, but he had not announced it yet.
The monk quickly apologized and returned the token to Lu Feng.
"Sorry, please!"
Xuan Ji walked out of the pavilion after he heard that Lu Feng's matter had been resolved.
Lu Feng put away the token and bowed respectfully to Xuan Ji's back.
"Farewell, Uncle-Master!"
After Xuan Ji left, Lu Feng headed to the second floor.
The old monk guarding the stairs could not help but click his tongue when he saw Lu Feng go upstairs.
"The abbot actually accepted a disciple? And a new disciple who had entered the inner sect less than a month ago?”
"I'm afraid this little monk is extraordinary. He became the personal disciple of the abbot at such a young age. His status will probably soar in the future!”
Following that, he stopped thinking and closed his eyes to cultivate.
After entering the second floor, Lu Feng realized that the number of scriptures on the second floor was no less than the first floor.
Without caring about anything else, Lu Feng began to flip through the scriptures from the bookshelf at the staircase. He only looked at the names of the scriptures and did not look at the cultivation techniques and contents of the scriptures.
Fortunately, there were not many monks on the second floor. Lu Feng quickly picked up a book and put down another book, repeating the same action.
Six hours later, Lu Feng still hadn't found the 'Lankaya Sutra' that he had been longing for day and night.
Just as Lu Feng was about to ask the monk next to him, an old monk who was sweeping the floor appeared in front of Lu Feng.
Lu Feng's heart couldn't help but beat faster. Could this person be the divine sweeping monk of the Sutra Depository?
Without thinking, Lu Feng willed the system to scan the sweeping monk's attribute panel.
Name: ***
[Cultivation Talent: ***]
[Mental Cultivation Method: ****]
[Cultivation: ****]
[Cultivation Technique: ****]
Others: ***
"Eh?"
"System, why is all the information about this old monk in the form of a star?”
Looking at the old monk's attribute panel, Lu Feng could not help but be shocked. This was the first time such a situation had happened, and he was puzzled.
"Ding, the host's realm is too low. The system is unable to find any information about the monk.”
"Hmm?"
Lu Feng's face darkened when he heard the system's mechanical voice. Then, he was shocked by the strength of the Divine Sweeping Monk.
Was his realm that high?
As expected of the number one person in Heavenly Dragon.
If he wanted to ask someone else, he might as well ask the divine sweeping monk.
Seeing the old monk in front of him, Lu Feng bowed and asked the old monk.
"Holy monk, do you know where the Lankaya Sutra is?”
He had always been treated as an ordinary sweeping monk by others, but today, he was actually greeted by Lu Feng as a monk and addressed as a holy monk.
However, the old monk's expression did not change. He stopped sweeping the floor and said to Lu Feng.
"Do you think that a novice monk like you can go up to the second floor at such a young age?”
"The others who went up to the second floor, could it be that they were looking for Shaolin's ultimate arts or internal cultivation techniques, but you were looking for Buddhist scriptures instead?”
Lu Feng maintained his respectful attitude as he replied to the old monk.
"I've been practicing martial arts recently and I've improved too fast. I want to study the Lankaya Sutra.”
" I've heard that this scripture teaches Buddhists how to maintain their minds, establish a Zen view, how to advance, how to understand the meaning, how to speak, how to identify the outer path…"
"Furthermore, this Heart Sutra details the five dharmas, the three natures, the eight senses, and the two non-self techniques. It was the most intimate heart sutra of all buddhas. Anyone who had the ambition to become a buddha must study this heart sutra carefully.”
The monk who was sweeping the floor was delighted and nodded.
" Such a young man, yet he knows how to use Buddhism to level up martial arts. It's rare…"
Then, the monk continued to clean the second floor.
Lu Feng, who knew the location of the Lankaya Sutra, was instantly overjoyed.
After finding the Lankaya Sutra in the corner, he hurriedly went downstairs and found the monk at the stairway to ascend the throne to borrow the scriptures.
After returning to the courtyard, Lu Feng hurriedly took out the Nine Yang Sutra from the crack in the Lankaya Sutra.
After thinking about it, Lu Feng still felt that it would be best to make a copy of the Nine Yang Sutra, so that others wouldn't find out about the strangeness of the Lankaya Sutra after borrowing it and cause trouble.。
After copying the Nine Yang Scripture, Lu Feng placed the original copy back into the mezzanines. Immediately, Lu Feng realized that even though he had Xuan Ci's super mid-grade talent, it would take him at least five to six years to master the Nine Yang Divine Technique.
"System, if I cultivate the Nine Yang Divine Technique to the beginner level, can I copy myself and then copy the Nine Yang Divine Technique to the maximum level?”
"Ding, the host has a unique idea. The system also has the ability to copy the host's own cultivation method.”
Lu Feng's joy of obtaining the Nine Yang Divine Technique instantly disappeared when he heard the system's words.
What should he do?
Could it be that he had to find someone to cultivate the Nine Yang Scripture first?
But who should he look for? Lu Feng's heart was beating fast.
If such a divine technique was passed down to the outer sect disciples, with their second or third-grade cultivation talent, it would probably be difficult for them to enter the sect in a few years.
However, if he were to pass it on to a Shaolin core disciple like the Empty Sect, it would be difficult to keep the secret. Who knows, things might go south that day.
"Eh? How could I have forgotten about him?"
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