After eating, Lin Qianxing carefully took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped his hands before reading again.

As soon as he flipped through the pages, he entered a state of immersion again. At some point, all the dishes and chopsticks he left behind had been taken away by the old monk. He had finished flipping through the books in the entire Sutra Pavilion, and it was already dawn.

When Lin Qianxing saw the light shining through the window, he felt like he was in another world.

I originally planned to come here to complete my achievements, but unexpectedly I discovered a way to increase my understanding. I spent a whole day and night flipping through the book.

"panel!"

Lin Qianxing called up his panel and checked his understanding.

When he saw the comprehension level of 102.96, Lin Qianxing smiled on his face.

This day and night was not in vain. Even if he did not accomplish anything during this trip, it was still worth it.

Putting the last scripture in his hand back to its original place, Lin Qianxing walked toward the outside of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion. At this time, he heard the sound of the old monk sweeping the floor again.

Lin Qianxing came to him, put his hands together and saluted, "Thank you Master Zhijing for the gift of rice."

Zhijing did not stop sweeping the floor, and said calmly: "It's a little effort, and the donor doesn't have to worry about it."

Lin Qianxing hesitated for a moment, wanting to ask Zhijing if he knew where the mysterious skills left by the sage were.

After all, it seems that he has been sweeping floors here for a long time. If you ask, you might be able to find out.

But Lin Qianxing was also worried that the master would be angry if the other party knew that he was plotting to inherit the other sect's techniques.

"Donor, do you have anything you want to ask?" Suddenly, Zhijing appeared in front of Lin Qianxing and asked.

Lin Qianxing looked at Zhijing's kind face and couldn't help but smile to himself.

Then Lin Qianxing no longer concealed anything and said bluntly: "To be honest, Master, I came here to find the magical secrets left by the sages of your temple. However, I found nothing in the Sutra Pavilion one day and night. It seems that

It’s no longer destined to happen.”

Zhijing heard the sound and was silent for a while, then said: "Donor, please come with me!"

After saying that, he turned around and headed towards the backyard of the Sutra Pavilion.

Lin Qianxing was stunned, what does this mean?

Could it be that it’s really something you can find out just by asking?

Is it okay for anyone to see this kind of magical power and secret method?

Although he thought so, Lin Qianxing still followed Zhijing quickly.

The two of them, one after the other, soon arrived at the backyard of the Sutra Pavilion.

There is a three-headed and eight-armed King Kong statue standing here. It is about twenty feet high and looks very spectacular. If it were not blocked by the Sutra Pavilion and the surrounding trees, Lin Qianxing would probably be the first to see it when he arrived.

You can see it right in the front yard.

At the foot of the statue, there is another statue. It is a young monk about 1.3 meters tall, about 12 years old, with a kind face and kind eyes. In his hand, he is holding a volume of scripture carved in stone.

Zhijing brought Lin Qianxing to the young monk, pointed to the scripture in his hand and said: "I think this is the scripture that the donor is looking for."

Lin Qianxing stepped forward and looked at the scripture in the statue's hand with some disbelief.

The fonts on the sutra are very small, densely written across the entire stone book, and on the edge, the name of this sutra is written in slightly larger fonts, which is clearly the "Dharma Appearance Sutra".
Chapter completed!