After leaving Huashan, Linghu Chong was so anxious that he drove straight ahead and finally arrived at Lingjiu Temple half a month later.

Knocking open the door of Lingjiu Temple, a young novice monk came out and saluted: "What is the donor doing here?"

"Excuse me, young master, to tell Master Fang Zheng that the great disciple of the Huashan School, Linghu Chong, is here to pay his respects on the orders of his master, Yue Buqun." Linghu Chong returned the courtesy.

"Almsgiver Linghu, wait here for a moment. The young monk will go and report to the abbot." The young monk bowed and left.

Not long after, the young novice monk came to Linghu Chong again and guided him: "The abbot is waiting in the Zen room. Donor Linghu, please come with me."

"Donor Linghu is indeed a handsome young man with extraordinary appearance!"

In the Zen room, a kind-faced old monk wearing plain robes, Master Fang Zheng, the abbot of Lingjiu Temple, the top master in Swordsman, praised Linghu Chong very well.

"Master has given me such an award, but I don't deserve it!" Linghu Chong quickly returned the favor humbly, "This is a personal letter from my master!"

Fortunately, Fang Zheng has a standard image of a monk. He wears monk robes, Buddha beads, a bald head, and a ring scar. If he had long hair and wore pink clothes like the nuns of the Hengshan sect, Linghu Chong would probably be shocked to the point of peeing.

"The leader of the demon sect, Dongfang Bubai, has great ambitions. He always wants to dominate the world. His methods are even more cruel and cruel than those of his predecessor, Wo Xing. In recent years, he has continued to cause bloodshed in the world. Now that the righteousness has declined, all sects are about to share the same hatred.

, Let’s control the Demon Cult together!”

Master Fang Zheng said with emotion: "Please Linghu benefactor, please tell Master Yue that our Lingjiu Temple is willing to do our part for the martial arts. I am writing this letter to invite Wudang Chongxu Taoist to go to Songshan Mountain to discuss with the Wuyue Sword Sect on how to deal with demons."

The strategy of teaching.”

"Master is merciful, and I will definitely repay it to the master."

Linghu Chong bowed slightly and said: "I have a heartless request, Master, please allow me. In recent years, I have become very interested in Buddhist concepts. Lingjiu Temple is the holy place of Buddhism in the world. I am honored to be here. I sincerely ask Master to allow me to come to Tibet."

I copied several volumes of Buddhist scriptures in the Golden Pavilion and studied them carefully after returning to Huashan."

"this……"

"This junior knows that Cangjin Pavilion is the important place of Buddhism in Lingjiu Temple, but this junior only needs to copy a few volumes of Buddhist scriptures."

Seeing that Master Fangzheng was hesitant, Linghu Chong quickly brought up the names of Huashan Sect and Yue Buqun, and said respectfully: "The Huashan sect has strict rules. My master Yue Buqun is called the 'gentleman's sword' by his fellow disciples. He always teaches his disciples' conduct very carefully."

Yan, this junior will never spy on his martial arts."

"It's rare that Linghu, the benefactor, has the heart to worship the Buddha. How could I not be allowed to do so?" After saying this, he ordered the young novice monk to take Linghu Chong to the Sutra Pavilion.

Fang Zheng was not afraid of Linghu Chong stealing his lessons. The Sutra Pavilion of Lingjiu Temple had hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Countless senior masters had retired there. Not to mention Linghu Chong, a junior boy who had barely entered the first-class realm. Even Yue Buqun, who had become a top master, would not be able to come in person.

Make a difference.

"Donor Linghu, this is the Golden Pavilion of our temple. On the second floor and above are the martial arts secret books of our sect. You cannot go there without the permission of the abbot. The Buddhist scriptures are all on the first floor. The benefactor can choose by himself. There are four treasures of the study room in front for the benefactor to copy.

"

After a brief introduction, the young novice monk withdrew, no longer disturbing Linghu Chong's selection of Buddhist scriptures.

Just because no one is around doesn't mean that Linghu Chong is at ease with Linghu Chong. If Linghu Chong had just cheated on him, a sweeping monk would probably jump out and deal with him immediately. There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Lingjiu Temple. I don't know how many eyes there are now.

Staring at him in the dark.

In order not to attract the attention of the people who secretly guarded the Cangjin Pavilion, Linghu Chong picked a copy of the Ksitigarbha Sutra and copied it. The second time he took a Diamond Sutra, and then he pretended to take the Lankavatara Sutra casually.

I came over and opened the Lankavatara Sutra with nervousness and excitement.

"Huh? Why not?"

I have read the Lankavatara Sutra inside and out, but I still can’t find the Nine Sun Magic Technique. What’s going on? What’s the problem?

Linghu Chong frowned and slapped his head suddenly. The damn Nine Yang Magic was hidden in the "Lengjia Sutra". It was later discovered by Zhang Sanfeng's master Jue Yuan, and then Zhang Wuji found it in the belly of a white ape in a cave. Now Zhang Wuji has

He has been dead for hundreds of years, how can he still have the Nine-Yang Magic in this Hidden Gold Pavilion?

I'm going to shit on you, I've been planning so hard for so long, but I miscalculated the time. I'm going to vomit blood.

Linghu Chong took three copied Buddhist scriptures and said goodbye to Master Fang Zheng. He wanted to tear the Buddhist scriptures into pieces and throw them into the pit, but he pretended to be ecstatic. It felt like he had swallowed a few flies.

Uncomfortable.

At the market at the foot of the Lingjiu Temple, Linghu Chong led his horse in a depressed manner and was dejected. The Nine Sun Magic Skill was gone, and the Yi Jin Jing was even more useless. With his current martial arts, wanting to go to Lingjiu Temple to steal the Yi Jin Jing was no different than courting death.

When I think about being sad, I can't help but look up to the sky and scream: "Your sister——"

At this moment, a carriage in front accelerated and slammed into Linghu Chong. The coachman in the carriage was sweating profusely and panicked. He was pulling the rope desperately and seemed to have lost control.

After all, Linghu Chong was a first-rate master in the world, and Huashan Qigong was also famous all over the world. How could he be injured by a crazy horse? Linghu Chong took a step forward, suddenly turned sideways and grabbed the horse's rope, and shouted: "Stop!"

"

The out-of-control horse neighed loudly, its whole head was pulled back, its front hooves were raised high, and finally it fell to the ground helplessly.

"Young master is truly a god!"

The groom admired Linghu Chong very much and was extremely grateful. However, Linghu Chong was in a bad mood and was too lazy to pay attention. He simply explained a few words and turned around to leave.

"Master, please stay!"

Just as Linghu Chong was about to lead the horse away, a wretched man with short limbs, crooked facial features, and a ragged linen clothes caught up with him from behind and stopped him.

"The young master is extraordinarily handsome and magnificent. He must be a famous young knight in the world."

The wretched man flattered Linghu Chong, then looked around with a stern look, approached Linghu Chong and said mysteriously: "I have a valuable treasure in my hand, and I want to make a deal with the young master. I wonder if the young master is interested?"

"Do you fucking think that this young master has never seen any treasures? Do you look like you are dressed like a man who has a valuable treasure? This young master is in a very unhappy mood right now, do you know that? Give it to me quickly before I get angry.

roll!"

Linghu Chong, furious, glanced sideways at the wretched man and curled his lips.

"Master, how dare I deceive you? This is indeed a treasure passed down from my ancestors, a sword weighing ninety-nine and eighty-one kilograms. I see that the master is so powerful that he must be destined to have this treasure.

My home is nearby, so why don't you go to the humble house to check it out and see if it's genuine?"

The wretched man seemed determined to make this deal with Linghu Chong.

"A sword that weighs ninety-nine and eighty-one kilograms?" Linghu Chong was moved in his heart and said secretly: "It seems that Dugu Qiubei's black iron heavy sword weighs ninety-nine and eighty-one kilograms!"

"Since you said so, I'll go take a look and lead the way."

Linghu Chong made up his mind, it wouldn't hurt to go and have a look, it didn't matter if it wasn't, but if it was true, then he would be prosperous.

"Okay, sir, please come this way."

Seeing Linghu Chong agree to go see Tie Jian, the wretched man's eyebrows crooked in laughter, and he quickly led the way to his lair.

The real name of the wretched man is Zhao Dabao. His ancestor was a gold-touching captain under Cao Cao of the Three Kingdoms. He was the most famous tomb robber at that time. Later, he was injured and retired to his hometown. He couldn't bear to lose his unique skills, so he passed them down from generation to generation. However, it was passed down to Zhao Dabao's generation.

Completely ruined.

Zhao Dabao has been lazy since he was a child, idle and gambling by nature, and the most unbearable loneliness. How could he put so much effort into practicing the art of tomb robbing and dealing with the dead? What an unlucky thing it is.

Since every bet must be lost, this great profession has completely declined in this generation.

Zhao Dabao was fond of gambling, but his skills were poor. He basically lost all his family belongings, so he started to pay attention to the objects left behind by his ancestors who committed crimes. Everything that could be sold was sold, leaving only a broken iron sword and

Several old wooden boxes.

That iron sword looks mighty, but it's too bulky. I introduced it to several sellers who were not satisfied with it. Nowadays, when a young master wears a sword on his waist, he is trying to be cool and arty. Of course, the lighter the better, so

Would you be crushed to death by a big, immobile man carrying you on your back?

After finally catching a fool who is extremely powerful and interested in this broken sword, how can we let it go easily? It can't be sold for a lot of money even if it is sold as iron. Only these young men and young knights are willing to spend a lot of money to buy it.

.

Following Zhao Dabao to a dilapidated thatched hut, he finally saw the iron sword that was thrown casually in the corner. Linghu Chong took hold of the hilt and lifted it up. It was really heavy. The whole body of the sword was black and shiny, and the blade was a bit blunt.

, seems to have not started yet.

Linghu Chong carefully grasped the heavy sword, and suddenly his whole body trembled, his eyes narrowed, and then he stared at the two elegant and thick small words carved on the hilt - "Qiu Defeat"!

"This sword is not bad. I want it, please give me a price!" Linghu Chong suppressed the excitement in his heart and said to Zhao Dabao in a calm tone.

"Young Master has good eyesight. At this time, if the treasure passed down from my ancestors had not been in dire straits and I was in urgent need of money, I would never sell it..." Zhao Dabao began to brag.

"Stop talking nonsense, why the hell did you throw our ancestor's treasure in the corner?" Linghu Chong shouted: "Hurry up and make a price!"

"The minimum is twenty taels..." Zhao Dabao said.

"What? Twenty taels?" As soon as Zhao Dabao started speaking, Linghu Chong interrupted him, dumbfounded.

The black iron heavy sword used by the sword demon Dugu Qiubai is worth twenty fucking taels? Not to mention anything else, the eighty-one kilograms of heavenly black iron alone is a priceless treasure. You only need twenty fucking taels.

?

"Young Master, please tell me, fifteen taels, only fifteen taels."

The wretched man Zhao Dabao thought that Linghu Chong was too expensive, so he immediately explained nervously: "How about I give you a little book that was handed down together with the iron sword."

"Although this little book is not a masterpiece by a famous person, it is a real ancient book and is still valuable for collection. Master, please take a look!"

Zhao Dabao quickly took out an old wooden box from under the table and handed it to Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong opened the box and opened the little book, and was immediately shocked.

"My father Yang Guo, whose father Yang Kang died young, was raised by Uncle Guo... What I have learned all my life, what I am most proud of is the self-made Dark Ecstasy Palm and the Dugu Nine Swords of Senior Dugu. The Dark Ecstasy Palm originated from Long Er, and it should also be

He was destroyed by Long'er, but Senior Dugu's peerless swordsmanship should not be lost in my hands, leaving behind the sword manual for those who are destined to do so!"

Then there is the detailed sword chart of Dugu Nine Swords. As a disciple of Huashan, Linghu Chong can tell the authenticity of the sword chart at a glance, and it is destined that Linghu Chong and Dugu Nine Swords are destined. In the original work, he also learned this from Feng Qingyang.

Dugu Nine Swords.

Linghu Chong's eyes were fixed on Zhao Dabao, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching, and he said incoherently: "Little man's book? Damn it, you son of a bitch, if you have the guts, bring out a few more..."

"Young Master is really discerning. It's rare to meet such a noble man as Young Master today. As long as Young Master spends fifteen taels to buy this iron sword, I will give him several little books left by my ancestors as a gift!"

"Zhao Dabao gritted his teeth and took out two more small wooden boxes from under the table.

"My name is Zhang Wuji. When I was young, I was struck by the divine palm of Xuan Ming and Xuan Ming. Fortunately, I was nourished by my master's true temperament. Later, I found the Nine Sun Magic Technique in the white ape's belly...I lived in seclusion on Ice and Fire Island in my later years, leaving behind the secret book of Nine Yang Magic Technique and the Great Shift of the Universe.

Waiting for the right person!"

"I am Duan Yu of Dali. As a young man, I had the same affinity with the great heroes Qiao Feng and Xu Zhu and became brothers. Unfortunately, my eldest brother passed away young and we are getting old. We cannot bear the loss of the magical skills we have learned, so we will use our lifelong skills together with my second brother.

Enter it into the relic and leave the martial arts of my three brothers. I hope that those who are destined can get it to protect their families and the country and benefit the martial arts world!"
Chapter completed!