I am bound by the sect

Chapter 85 Acquaintances, Qianyang Cauldron, Kanshui Forbidden Technique!
Wei Dongxuan, Deacon Jin and others were busy in the master's cave, while Fang Ming came to the Buddhist scriptures pavilion. There was a disciple standing at the door. Anyone who wanted to enter the Buddhist scriptures pavilion had to pay the corresponding amount to this disciple. You can only enter with your contribution points, but as soon as Fang Ming came, the disciple took the initiative to say hello without mentioning the contribution points.

Fang Ming went inside and met a few disciples. These disciples greeted Fang Ming respectfully. After Fang Ming responded, he walked towards the bookshelf. He hadn't been here for a long time. He found that there were more and more classics inside. There are bamboo slips, animal skins, silk, and paper books. Of course, the most common ones are jade slips.

Fang Ming saw an acquaintance, it was Liu Congtian. He had just checked a jade slip, and when he was about to leave after putting it down, he also saw Fang Ming. The disciple's eyesight is clumsy, and he didn't see the master."

"It's okay, I remember that there weren't so many classics here before, what's going on?" Fang Ming asked, waving his hand.

"It's like this. Originally, there were not many classics here. Later, a series of tasks were released on the task list to donate martial arts books. Therefore, we disciples collected the classics that we usually collected, or those that we felt were useless. Everything that was no longer needed was donated, and not only these, Elder Wei, Elder Li, and Deacon Jin also donated. The disciple guessed that Elder Wei was far-sighted and knew that if the sect was to develop, there would be more and more disciples, so , the number and types of these classics must be improved." Liu Congtian cupped his hands and replied slowly.

"So that's how it is." Fang Ming suddenly realized that recruiting Wei Dongxuan into the Qing Lingzong was the most correct choice, and asked, "Congtian, how is your alchemy going?"

"Reporting to the sect master, this disciple's level of alchemy has remained at the level of refining a first-grade elixir, and it is a bit difficult to go up to practice." Liu Congtian replied immediately after hearing the words.

"Show me the elixir you have refined." Fang Ming said lightly.

"This disciple will be taken out by the master." Liu Congtian paused, then took out an exquisite bottle and handed it to Fang Ming.

Fang Ming took the bottle and poured out a few pills. After a brief inspection, he found that the quality of the pills was very poor, almost close to waste pills, and the medicinal effects were negligible.

"You made this?"

"The disciple's aptitude is dull. These secondary pills are indeed from the hands of the disciples. There are very few good quality pills refined, and the disciples have already used up the good quality pills." Liu Congtian clasped his hands and explained.

"Give it back to you." Fang Ming put the pill back into the bottle and returned it to Liu Congtian, showing a look of hatred for iron, and sighed, "Keep working hard."

"Thank you for your encouragement, Sect Leader. This disciple must work hard." Liu Congtian said with a grateful expression.

"Okay, go do your work." Fang Ming waved his hands and said expressionlessly.

"Disciple, please retire." Liu Congtian bowed his hands and stepped back.

After leaving the Sutra Pavilion, Liu Congtian breathed a sigh of relief, and said to himself: "Fortunately, I have prepared some time pills, but I didn't expect to use them today. It was a fluke. The secret of Qianyang Cauldron must not be let go." Anyone who knows, not even the head of the sect."

Qianyang Ding is the name given by Liu Congtian himself to the four-legged Fang Ding.

"Haha, this kid is pretty good at pretending. Standing in front of me, he can talk nonsense in a serious manner." Fang Ming stood where he was, laughed, and turned around to continue searching on the bookshelf.

An hour later, Fang Ming rummaged through hundreds of classics, but he couldn't find the spell he wanted, so he was about to leave in frustration.

"Junior Brother Jia, I have heard of this technique before, and it is said that it is very powerful, but there are no monks in the entire Daqi Kingdom who have practiced it. Brother Jia must carefully consider it." A chubby monk surnamed Jia held a brand new jade slip in his hand. , was about to check, a dark-skinned disciple next to him persuaded.

"There is no one in the entire Great Qi Kingdom who can practice." The disciple surnamed Jia showed a surprised expression when he heard this, and continued: "Then I can take a look. If it is really difficult, then I will give up."

After the disciple surnamed Jia finished speaking, he pasted the jade slip on his forehead, dipped his spiritual consciousness into it, and examined it carefully, but he took less than ten breaths of time to put the jade slip back to its original place. The disciple said: "It's true what my brother said. I just checked the first paragraph of the first layer of content. The description of this technique is extremely complicated and obscure. That's all. I'd better read other classics."

After the disciple surnamed Jia sighed, he went to another bookshelf.

Fang Ming heard the conversation between the two from a distance. He was very curious about this spell that "no monk in the entire Qi Kingdom has practiced". He walked forward, picked up the jade slip, and saw four words engraved on it. One word: ""Kanshui Forbidden Technique".

Fang Ming stuck it on his forehead and checked the contents. After reading the first paragraph, he was stunned. It was indeed so incomprehensible, but this technique is so powerful that it is difficult to practice it successfully, which is normal.

Finally, as soon as Fang Ming gritted his teeth, he put away "The Forbidden Technique of Kanshui" and left the Sutra Pavilion. The first step of the task was considered completed, and the second part was to practice, so he went to the cave. When he reached the entrance of the cave, he saw that the craftsmen inside were still busy, so Fang Ming turned back and walked in the direction of Qinglingxuan.

But at this moment, Li Tianchi came to find Fang Ming.

"My subordinates pay homage to the leader." Li Tianchi hurried over and said.

"Elder Li, what's the matter?"

"A deacon from Lu Ranzong came and said that there was something important, and he personally handed it to the head of the sect." Li Tianchi reported.

"Where is he now?" Fang Ming asked as soon as he thought about it.

"He's still at the mountain gate."

Hearing this, Fang Ming didn't answer. He directly used the flying technique and flew towards the mountain gate. Soon, he arrived at the mountain gate and landed in front of a man in a green robe.

"This seat is the head of the Qingling Sect. I heard from my subordinates that you have brought me something."

The deacon of Luranzong took out a jade slip and stuck it on his forehead. The portrait inside was exactly the person in front of him. I will return this thing to you."

The man put away the jade slips, took out a small boat, and handed it to Fang Ming.

Fang Ming saw that it was indeed his own wind and thunder boat, but the power of wind and thunder emanating from this boat was much stronger, so he put it away, and said to the man, "Deacon Wu came from a long way away, and he must be very tired. Come on, please come to my Qing Lingzong to have a rest, I ask Elder Li to treat Deacon Wu well."

(End of this chapter)