dream bubble

Chapter 382 Whirling 5
In the dark hall, only a bright pearl hanging above the head gave off a faint light, surrounded by rows of wooden frames, on which many long strips of things were neatly placed.

Those are scriptures, Bayeux scriptures. The classics recorded with this kind of leaves are all things from ancient times. In the ancient times, Middle-earth invented paper, and no one used Bayeux to copy scriptures.

For the past few days, he has been searching for things related to secret medicines. Unfortunately, most of what he found were alchemy classics sorted out by the Buddhist sect. Although the shadow of the magic sect's inheritance was still faintly visible, they could not be used directly.The Buddhist alchemy relies on the blessing of the Buddha's power, and the medicine is just an introduction, which is completely different from the practice of the Demon Sect.On the contrary, the alchemy of the magic sect is closer to the alchemy of the Taoist sect, both of which are based on medicine and give full play to the properties of medicine.

But at this moment, these ancient books that Xie Xiaoyu read had nothing to do with secret medicines, and all the records in these ancient books were the cultivation methods of ancient times.

Of course, there is no such thing as the supreme method in "The True Art of Great Dreams", they are all ordinary things, but for him, it is enough.

He planned to help those great witches choose a new set of Buddhist exercises, and there should be no esoteric things in it.

The later stages of Buddhism, the more complicated and profound the exercises, and it needs the assistance of advanced Buddhism to be able to practice.

This is the case with Liu Rufa. He has only comprehended the next four rounds, and he hasn't even touched a side of the "dream" and "fantasy" two rounds.Liu Rufa is a Buddhist skill from ancient times, but the Great Dream Jue in it can be mastered in just one practice. The Great Dream Jue is a magic art from ancient times, and this is the best proof.

He was rummaging through scriptures when suddenly a monk came over.

This monk is also an ascetic monk, with a face that is common to mother-in-law, with deep eyes and protruding forehead.Concave eyes and hooked nose.

Seeing this person approaching, Xie Xiaoyu frowned slightly, he didn't like being disturbed by others.

The monk was an acquaintance, completely ignoring Xie Xiaoyu's expression that he didn't want to be disturbed, and said very courteously: "Brother, I see that you have been looking for something these past few days? I am very familiar with this place. I wonder if there is anything I can do to help?"

The monk spoke Sanskrit, which Xie Xiaoyu could understand.

He hesitated for a while, and finally felt that it would be nice to have someone to help, and if he refused, he might show off his feet, so he smiled, made a gesture of pounding medicine, and pointed to the Bayeux scripture in his hand.

The monk knew that Xie Xiaoyu was "dumb" and that there were many people practicing closed mantra, so he knew how to communicate with these people.

"It turns out that what the senior brother was looking for was the classics on secret medicine? Yes, there are many here, and there is a pharmacist Liuliguang"

That monk has a good memory, and he is indeed a person who has been here for a long time.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xie Xiaoyu, who made several gestures.

This time the gesture was a bit complicated, and the monk guessed for a long time before asking with uncertainty: "Isn't that the kind of classic you want? Do you want an earlier one?"

Xie Xiaoyu clasped his hands together, he didn't use nod to express, because this is exactly the opposite of Zhongtu's habit, shaking his head to express approval, and nodding to express negative.In order to prevent himself from reacting subconsciously, he put a restraint on himself before coming here, once he wanted to shake his head or nod, he stopped immediately.

He made another motion of stacking things, and finally another motion of collapsing things.

This time, the monk on the opposite side understood it at a glance: "The Sanlian City is destroyed? What do you want is a classic from ancient times?"

Xie Xiaoyu clasped his hands together and bowed again.

"This is very difficult. It is not easy to preserve ancient books, so they are not placed here." The monk scratched his head with a troubled look on his face.

Xie Xiaoyu was stunned for a while, he didn't expect to be wrong from the beginning, there was nothing he wanted here.

Now he was a little thankful to be interrupted, otherwise he would have wasted more time.

The monk had been paying attention to the changes in Xie Xiaoyu's expression. Seeing Xie Xiaoyu's stunned expression, he immediately said, "However, I can inquire for you. I have many acquaintances."

Xie Xiaoyu naturally kept thanking her, but she was secretly vigilant in her heart.

His identity was already sensitive, and this monk came to him on his own initiative, so he couldn't help but suspect him, did he have ulterior motives?
"You wait for my news." The monk greeted, turned and left.

Xie Xiaoyu continued to flip through those scriptures, but his eyes were watching, but his mind was not remembering. He already knew that the things here were useless to him.But right now he had nowhere to go.

Just like this boredly killing time, the sky gradually dimmed.

(End of this chapter)