Chapter 4: The Scripture of Salvation by Spiritual Treasure

  He let out a long sigh and said, "This magic is indeed extraordinary. I've never heard of it before. It's probably something you came up with yourself, young brother!"

  His tone was full of praise and regret, there were many magical techniques in the world, but they were all the unique skills of their predecessors. Even he, Qin Guangwang, had learned a few magical techniques, but to say that he had created a brand new technique was extremely difficult.

  And these earthly masters only know how to inherit their predecessors' skills in a single-minded way.

  Even a slight deviation from the norm can be terrifying, let alone creating such an unconventional and playful spell.

  Xuán Kōng was holding back laughter in his stomach, how did he end up like this?

  In his previous life, he was an ordinary person, but the culture of his previous life was prosperous and popular. Since crossing over, when he had nothing to do, Xuan Kong would also recall some of the things he saw in his previous life.

  The benefits of Tu Xian's Gong Fa are profound, and the memories of his past life are also becoming increasingly vivid.

  This time, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. After getting the true transmission of Lao Daozhang, he continuously experimented with combining the strange and peculiar ideas in his predecessor's book with the methods of the Luoshan Sect. As a result, after more than a decade, he really did come up with many ingenious methods.

  Either the swordsmanship skills or the insights of escape techniques or some bottlenecks in cultivation.

  From the countless ones remembered in his mind, Xuan Kong sorted and organized them one by one, becoming his unique secret method for surviving in this world filled with immortals and demons.

  A night of drinking, from midnight till dawn.

  The fine wine in the Xuan Kong wine jug was good, but its nature was quite fierce. Qin Guang Wang drank a few more cups and his face turned red and his ears were burning. In the end, it was still Xuan Kong who poured himself a drink and drank alone for half the night.

  When he woke up again on the second day, Qin Guangwang's figure had disappeared. Xuankong rubbed his head and almost suspected that he was dreaming because of too much drinking last night. However, when he looked up, he saw that the originally upright statue of Yanluo Wang had changed shape.

  His right hand was propping up his head, while his left hand still held the coarse ceramic wine cup that Xu Kong had bought from the foot of the mountain, with a look of contentment.

  "Alas!" Xuan Kong sighed and knocked his head in silent resentment.

  This is Qin Guang Wang, the first famous and surnamed great god encountered in this world, yet he couldn't get any benefits from his hands, isn't this not his style?

  It suddenly occurred to him that he had won a bet from Qin Guang Wang using a wine jug.

  This great god of the underworld won't be so careless, will he?

  With a look of doubt, Xuan Kong cleaned up the wine cups and plates on the grass, stood in the thatched hut with furrowed brows, scanning the empty space in front of the house. Seeing the half-reclining Qin Guang Wang statue on the ground, Xuan Kong's eyes suddenly lit up, remembering something.

  Hurriedly running out of the house, Xuan Kong hummed and hawed as he moved the statue of Qin Guang Wang back to the dark corner of the house.

  A book with a linen cover appeared in front of him, which was originally pressed under the statue.

  "Heh heh, great stuff!" Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Xuan Kong chuckled and picked up the book. The cover clearly read "Yuanshi Wuliang Duren Shangpin Miaojing" in large, ancient characters that were used by gods in the primordial era.

  "Good stuff!"

  It's a good thing I learned from an old Taoist priest, otherwise I would have put the heavenly book in front of me and not understood it, which would have been frustrating. Indeed, no matter which world you are in, learning another language is always beneficial.

  With great expectation, Xuan Kong read through the "Yuanshi Wuliang Duren Shangpin Miaojing" from start to finish, raising an eyebrow and furrowing his brow as he did so.

  From cover to back cover, Xuan Kong's head finally lifted from the book, with a hint of confusion: "Is this a scam?"

  He didn't believe it, so he turned the book over and read it from the beginning again. This time, there was no mistake. The "Yuanshi Wuliang Duren Shangpin Miaojing" is also known as the "Lingbao Duren Jing", which is divided into 61 volumes, with only the first volume recording some true words for sending off the dead.

  In Xuán Kōng's view, the other volumes are all perfunctory scriptures, divided into "Dào Jūn Qián Yán" (Preface of the Lord of the Dao), "Yuán Shǐ Dòng Xuán" (Mysterious Origin of the Cavernous Abyss), "Yuán Dòng Yù Lì" ( Jade Calendar of the Mysterious Cavern), "Dào Jūn Zhōng Xù" (Middle Sequence of the Lord of the Dao), "Yuán Shǐ Líng Shū" (Spirit Book of the Original Beginning), "Dào Jūn Hòu Xù" (Postscript of the Lord of the Dao) and "Tài Jí Zhēn Rén Sòng" (Hymn of the True Person of the Supreme Ultimate).

  Apart from describing some allusions and secrets of the heavenly realm, the mortal world and the ghostly realm, there is not a single word about other magical powers.

  To put it simply, this is an encyclopedia that depicts the three realms.

  Something like a dictionary.

  Qin Guangwang left a line of words at the end of the book: "Little brother, you have a unique talent, so I won't leave any magic spells for you. This 'Lingbao Duoren Jing' is my decade-long experience as the tenth hall's Yanluo, recording secrets and anecdotes from the three realms, hoping you will use it well."

  He was kind-hearted and thought that in this world, how many Taoist cultivators could understand the secrets of the upper realm?

  Even if they were disciples of Kunlun or Emei, it would be impossible for them to learn these secrets from their masters before ascending to the Tao.

  It goes without saying that the Collapsed Mountain Sect, which has inherited the legacy of the ancient gods for generations, is precisely what is lacking. This can be regarded as a foundation for a sect.

  Qin Guangwang knew that Xuan Kong was the first disciple of the Cangshan Sect, and sooner or later he would take over the sect's orthodoxy in the mortal realm. He feared that Xuan Kong would avenge the Three Realms' humiliation, so he gritted his teeth and left behind the "Lingbao Duoren Jing". However, unexpectedly, Xuan Kong was secretly filled with tears.

  Still being cheated!

  After reading "Lingbao Du Ren Jing", apart from confirming that the gods, demons and myths of this world are no different from those in previous lives, it doesn't have any other use. Compared to this book, Xuan Kong actually thinks that the records in his past life's "Feng Shen Bang", "Journey to the West" and "Dong You Ji" are more detailed.

  "I'm a transmigrator!" Xuan Kong silently looked up at the sky.

  He casually stuffed the book into his bosom and started talking about the anecdotes of various great gods in the world. He could pull out a writer from his predecessor's website and talk for several days and nights. Getting this "Lingbao Duoren Jing" was just adding another bedtime storybook to Xuan Kong.

  In Xu Kong's heart, this was not as good as leaving some gold and silver to make up for it. At least he could use it himself when he went down the mountain to travel in the future. This completely deviated from Qin Guang Wang's original intention.

  "Big Brother, Big Brother, Great Big Brother!" Xuan Kong was still lamenting Qin Guang Wang's stinginess when he heard a voice coming from the mountain path below.

  "Second younger brother, stop yelling." Xuan Kong was already annoyed and blurted out.

  Wang Qi ran all the way and stopped in front of Yuwei Caotang, panting constantly: "Big Brother Master, I'm Wang Qi."

  Xuán Kōng remained silent, nodding his head in affirmation: "I know you're not Zhu Bājiè."

  Wang Qi was stunned and asked: "Who is Zhu Ba?" Isn't he the new disciple that Shan Shang just recently accepted? For a moment, his mind was filled with all sorts of thoughts.

  "Cough, no, you heard it wrong." Xu Kong tapped his head, he was still drunk from last night, and his Taoist name was clearly no longer "Wu Kong". Normally, the thatched cottage behind his mountain was a place where his junior brothers avoided, now Wang Qi rushed up in such a hurry, probably something had happened.

  Xuan Kong didn't care about Wang Qi's wild guesses, and while taking his sword from the house and putting it on his back, he pulled Wang Qi down the mountain: "What happened? Did Master ask you to find me?" This made perfect sense in Xuan Kong's mind, as in the Congshan Sect, only the old Daoist priest was higher than him in seniority, but he had forgotten that just yesterday he was assigned as Wang Qi's third-generation disciple.