Demon’s Diary

“Tibetan pavilion, of course, must go.” Xue Shan and Wan Xiaoqian heard the words and said with a mouthful of natural delight.

Liu Ming is even more unlikely to refuse.

So Ishikawa stopped talking with one hand, agglomerated with gray clouds again, carrying four people to another part of the mountain.

After a cup of tea, several people landed in a remote area, passing through a stone forest formed by a blue stone column, and in front of them appeared a loft built by the mountain, half exposed outside the mountain body, but half did not go directly into the mountain stone.

On the plaque above the entrance to the attic, dragons and phoenixes danced in purple red with the words "Tibetan Sutra Pavilion”. On each side of the entrance was a statue of a two-tall demon. It was alive and dark, as if it had been cast from fine iron.

“Remember, Tibetan Sutra is the main land, and there is no second way to approach it except the one that came. Even if they occasionally fly over the vicinity, they are not allowed to approach within 500 passengers of the Tibetan Sutra, otherwise they may be subjected to foreign enemies, thus violating the prohibition in the Palace and being killed directly by the Puppets of the Protector's Palace. Nor has this ever happened before.” Ishikawa said with abnormal clotting.

“There's such a thing! Is that the two big guys?” Wan Xiaoqian shocked and couldn't help but look at the two stunning statues.

“Nice, that's them. Don't look at them now just dead puppets. Once activated, they almost possess the power of terror close to the spiritual master. If I wait for such a disciple of the spiritual disciple to resist, it will take too much spiritual stone to drive.” Ishikawa explained two sentences and walked into the attic gate with three people.

Liu Ming's eyes swept inside, couldn't help but have a slight unexpected color.

After seeing the entrance, it was certainly a small room of unlimited length with nothing but an empty chair.

Ishikawa was not surprised to see this, but flipped his palms, lit up his nameplate, and shook against the opposite wall.

After “Pfft”, a white light erupted from the nameplate and vanished into the wall in a flash.

Next, Ishikawa waited quietly with Liu Ming and others, without any intolerances.

After a while, the white light appeared on the stone wall across the street, coming out of it a fat old man with a tall crown on his head, his mouth kept pounding, a pair still awake.

“Disciple Ishikawa, meet Uncle Nguyen!” As soon as Ishikawa saw the fat old man, he respectfully greeted him.

“Oh, it turns out it's the Nine Babies little guy, how so quickly to bring the new introductory brother to choose the kung fu.” The fat old man swept dry at will and asked lazily.

“Several brothers want to see what tricks can be practiced in the palace, whether they choose them now or not, is up to them to decide.” Ishikawa said without hesitation.

“Yes, according to the rules, the new entrant does have a free opportunity to visit the attic, and I will personally explain the pros and cons of the various basic methods. However, according to regulations, only one person can be brought in. Which one of you goes in first?” The fat old man said without any difficulty.

“Senior, Senior Senior Senior.” Xue Shan immediately stepped forward and said that his face was full of leaping expectations.

“Hey, then, boy, come with me.” Fat old man hey hey after a sound, big sleeves trembled and suddenly burst out white.

Liu Ming and others couldn't help but close their eyes. When they opened again, Xue Shan and the fat old man were all gone.

“This is…” Wan Xiaoqian couldn't help but lose her complexion.

“Don't worry, Uncle Nguyen only used the power of the French Front in the Cabinet to move Brother Xue directly into the Cabinet of Tibetan Scriptures.” Ishikawa, not surprised, explained two sentences.

Wan Xiaoqian was relieved.

Liu Ming's eyebrows rose and asked:

“Brother Shi, has this Uncle Nguyen always been responsible for guarding the pavilion of the hidden scriptures, I wonder from which pulse the spiritualist is from? ”

“Oh, I know what my brother's worried about, don't worry. The Tibetan Sutra has always been guarded by Uncle Nguyen, but he is of a more special origin and does not belong to any pulse.” Ishikawa replied with a smile.

“So that's it.” Liu Ming relaxed lightly.

Then, he and Wan Xiaoqian took the opportunity to ask Ishikawa and Tibetan Scripture Palace some questions.

This “Brother Shi" also answered with one heart.

After a meal, after a roll of white light on the wall in front of him, Xue Shan followed the fat old man out with joy.

“Congratulations, Brother Xue. Looks like you've chosen the right method!” Ishikawa's eyes flashed with a smile on her face.

“Oh, thanks to Uncle Nguyen's point.” Xue Shanlian nodded continuously.

“Who's next?” The fat old man had no interface, but his eyes swept towards Liu Ming and Wan Xiaoqian.

“Sister Wan, please go ahead.” Liu Ming saw this and said politely to the girl next to her.

“Since Brother Bai gave in, then you're welcome.” Wan Xiaoqian heard that there was no speculation to go directly forward.

“Okay."

The fat old man nodded his head and shook his sleeve again. After a roll of white light, he and Wan Xiaoqian were moved away the same way.

“Brother Xue, which basic method did you choose?” At this point, Ishikawa turned his head and asked Xue Shan.

“That's what Brother Diling said earlier, Uncle Nguyen slightly checked my qualifications and analyzed the advantages and disadvantages of some other methods. I think this method is best suited for me.” Xue Shan replied honestly.

“Oh, congratulations, brother. It may not be as fast as some practices in the beginning, but once the training is on the right path, it can be frank all the way, rarely encounter bottlenecks, and is also one of the most practiced basic methods. And after training this method to a certain degree, you can modify the Yellow Springs Yin Gong in this vein.” Ishikawa smiled.

“What, Brother Shi cultivated also ‘Di Ling Gong’, how wonderful! That little brother doesn't understand anything about cultivation in the future, and he expects to add a point or two.” Xue Shan replied with great joy.

“This is a natural thing, my brother has any questions about the spiritual merits, just ask.” Ishikawa said without any hesitation.

Xue Shan listened and thanked him with joy.

Liu Ming looked with a smile and did not say anything again.

Wan Xiaoqian did not go in for long. Almost half of Xue Shan's time was spent in the white light and appeared in the house with the fat elderly.

Looking at the delight between the female eyebrows, it is clear that she did not return empty-handed this time either.

This time, before Liu Ming asked what he wanted to ask, the fat old man shook directly at him with his sleeve without saying anything.

Liu Ming only felt the white light amplify in front of him, spinning around for a while, his body fell and he could barely sit steadily on the ground.

Fortunately, he reacted extremely quickly, shook his shoulders, twisted his waist, and his body stood unboned straight.

“Eh, nice. Looks like you're smart, but the first two little guys can't stop after they move.” The fat old man's words came as a surprise to Liu Mingyu.

He was so busy, he looked around.

The fat old man stood beside him a long distance from the center of a strange hall.

The hall is a few acres in size and divided into several areas by a wall of colorful light. In each area, there is a stand-alone stone table with all the different styles of leather rolls, or piles of bamboo janes and other things, all buttoned down by different colors of light masks.

“The disciples were out there, practicing some of the secrets of mortals, so they reacted faster than normal people.” Liu Ming explained that it was only in time for the fat old man to bow down.

“You don't have to explain anything to me, I'm just asking. You come with me, all the basic exercises are here.” The fat old man waved his hand and walked straight to some light wall.

After Liu Ming laughed bitterly, he could only walk over honestly.

“Bang" sound!

After the fat old man used his nameplate to paint a void in front of him, the light wall immediately disappeared into a dot of light.

The two walked straight in.

Liu Ming's eyes quickly swept into the area and his face revealed a surprise.

“These are the basic exercises you can learn for free at this stage! What do you want to ask?” The fat old man glanced at Liu Ming and asked silently.

“Uncle Nguyen, I heard Brother Shi say that there are only thirteen basic kung fu in this door, but it can look much more than that here.” Liu Ming looked at the hundreds of stone tables in front of her and said slightly at the corner of her eyes.

“There are naturally only thirteen of these methods, but there have been many thousands of years since the establishment of this monument. Naturally, many other basic methods of cultivation have been searched during this period. What is strange about this? However, the old man advises you new disciples, it is best not to practice your own tricks on the outside. For so many years, this door has identified only thirteen methods as the basic method of entry, which naturally makes sense. These outdoor methods are either not followed by cultivation methods, or they are particularly difficult to cultivate and require specific cultivation conditions, most of which are not suitable for this disciple.” The fat old man lazily replied.

“Thanks for pointing that out. I wonder what kind of exercises the disciple thinks fit to practice?” After listening to Liu Ming, it was a little sudden, but after looking at nearly a hundred stone stands, he asked the fat old man in a slight silence.

“Are you a spiritual vein?” The fat old man asked without hesitation.

“The disciples are the three spiritual veins!” Liu Ming respectful replied.

“Three Spirits! OK!" The fat old man nodded and suddenly moved his arm, emptying his hand.

Liu Mingtung felt tight, unable to move for a moment, bound by some invisible force, then “chuckled”, the whole person was pulled closer to the fat old man.

He was shocked, but then relaxed without struggling.

As a result, he saw the old man recite words, his palms lit up and turned into a fictitious film on him.

Liu Ming only felt that these beats had no weight at all, but after each, there was a warm, easy-to-drill beneath his skin, even penetrating directly into his bones, and his heart was horrified for a moment.