Countless thoughts squeeze the sea of ​​thoughts, and the tides rise and fall, one wave higher than another.

Luo Chuan had never felt like this before. He absorbed 159 secret books of sutras in one day, and the knowledge of the Supreme Tao that contained infinite mystery accumulated and settled in his mind. As he finally understood the true meaning of time, the harvest of this day and night seemed to be ignited and sublimated again, ready to move, just want to vent it.

“It’s time to go back.”

Luo Chuan put down the "True Meaning of Time", calmed down his turbulent emotions, turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Bang!

Luo Chuan was bounced back.

In front of the stairs, there seemed to be an invisible wall blocking Luo Chuan's way.

"What, do you need to go downstairs to get an assessment?" Luo Chuan said to himself.

As soon as he finished speaking, an old voice rang out.

"For a practitioner of Tianmen, no assessment has any meaning, not to mention that the answer lies with you."

"I dare to ask what you call me?" Luo Chuan asked generously.

"I'm the one named Sun, and I'm responsible for guarding the Sutra Library. Just call Elder Sun." The voice continued to remember.

Luo Chuan heard it and said that the person who sent the message was the old white-haired Taoist at the entrance of the building before.

Luo Chuan was mentally prepared for being seen through the identity of a monk in Tianmen.

Guangtian Pusheng is a super Taoist temple with the most powerful ancestor of the Ancestral Venerable level. If he can't even find out that he is a cultivator in the Tianmen, then what else can he do?

In the former Tiannan Domain, Luo Chuan was the cultivator who was guarding the Tianmen.

But once and forth, Guangtian Pusheng recruited geniuses from the Thousand Domain, and was determined to kill demons and eliminate demons. He hoped that the more geniuses in the courtyard, the better. Luo Chuan exposed his identity at Guangtian Pusheng, which would only increase his bargaining chips. Not only would there be no problem, but it also attracted the attention of the senior officials of the Taoist temple. This is also the reason why Luo Chuan has been fearless for two months.

And Luo Chuan also believes that if the senior management of Guangtian Pusheng even concealed his identity, he would definitely keep his identity as a Tianmen monk.

After all, Luo Chuan has too many secrets. Among these secrets, there are only two secrets, and even if you die, you cannot let Guangtian Pusheng know. One is his relationship with Jiulongjun, and the other is his identity as the Great Governor of the Borderlands and the Boss Luo, the cannon fodder camp.

"Why don't you let me go?" Luo Chuan asked calmly.

"Luo Chuan, although you passed the assessment and went up to the fourth floor, you know that the methods you used were cheating. My Sutra Library has always adhered to justice. Although you have made contributions to Guangtian Pusheng, you have privileges. But some rules cannot be destroyed." Elder Sun said slowly: "You can do it if you want to go downstairs, but you must leave behind the demon level you get after passing the assessment... a total of 3,900."

Three thousand nine hundred demon-level... Luo Chuan only remembered that after passing the third to fourth levels of assessment, he added another 2,700 demon-level reward to the demon-level ring, which is also three times the second to third levels of assessment reward.

At this time, Luo Chuan had a number of demon-levels. It had reached 32,500. In just two months after being admitted to the hospital, Luo Chuan's demon-levels not only did not decrease, but instead gained 2,500 demon-levels, which even Luo Chuan himself had never thought of.

Luo Chuan turned his gaze to the demon-level ring and did not take action immediately.

A mere demon level will make the monks in Qianlong Academy turn against each other, with 3,900 demon level... This is definitely a number that will make any apprentice monk crazy about it.

"I can't bear to bear it? Well, I have another plan for you to choose from." Elder Sun's voice sounded.

"What plan?" Luo Chuan asked with his head raised.

"Write annotations." Elder Sun's voice smiled a little more, just like an old fox who had succeeded in the calculation: "You have broken three tests in a row and fifteen test questions. There must be hundreds of scriptures involved. You can pick any ten pieces to annotate them. The true spirit of the Sutra Library will measure the value of the annotations you wrote. As long as the value reaches 3,900 demon level, you can go downstairs. The 3,900 demon level will naturally belong to you."

"Okay." Luo Chuan said without thinking. He also realized that the Sutra Tower seemed to be a magic weapon of extraordinary grade, with a true spirit hidden in it.

A thick stack of blank scriptures and ink appeared in front of Luo Chuan out of thin air.

Luo Chuan wrote while holding the pen. As the thoughts in his mind surged, lines of words fell into his pen, which were all his understanding and insights about the scriptures he had read.

He had the urge to vent his catharsis, and now he was giving him such an opportunity. He wrote a poem with flying dragons and phoenixes, splashing ink, and swishing... Within a stick of incense, he wrote annotations to a scripture.

Half an hour later, the annotations of the ten scriptures were completed.

"alright."

Luo Chuan blew the ink paper dry and shook it.

A white light flashed, covering the ink paper in Luo Chuan's hand.

Swish!

The ink paper is split into pieces.

Luo Chuan was stunned, and Elder Sun's sigh sounded in his ears: "Unqualified. The value of these annotations is far less than that of the 3,900 demon level. Luo Chuan, rewrite it."

Looking at the falling paper scraps, Luo Chuan's eyes flashed with dissatisfaction. He picked up the pen and ink scroll again and selected ten other scriptures to write annotations.

Half an hour later, Luo Chuan finally completed it. Luo Chuan was quite satisfied with these ten annotations. However, as soon as he picked up the ink paper, a white light flashed, and the ink paper split into pieces.

"If you don't meet the criteria, please rewrite it."

Luo Chuan's arm trembled, he looked down at the corridor, took a deep breath, calmed down, and reselected ten scriptures to continue writing.

"Failed, rewrite!"

"Failed, rewrite!"

“Not qualified…”

On the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion, in a secret room filled with books, under the dim candlelight, nine white-haired old men sat around, either smiling, dancing, or squinting their eyes and stroking their beards, just like nine old foxes who succeeded in their conspiracy.

On the table in front of them were stacks of brand new ink-paper scriptures, all of which were the annotations that Luo Chuan had just completed.

The nine elders passed on each other, nodding and applauding.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, you deserve to be a monk from the Tianmen. Look at the annotation, it is simply natural, and it is inconsistent with the true Tao, not like a young man's book!"

"The monks of the Tianmen Sect can lead the heaven and earth to the Tao. Luo Chuan finished reading hundreds of scriptures in one day and compared them with the heavenly way, and expressed his feelings! These annotations are extremely precious! If they are delayed for another three or five days, they may not be able to write them out when their energy is calmed down."

"It's wonderful! You guys read this article! Look at this paragraph! Look at this sentence! It's really wonderful! Sure enough, the deeper he understands it, the better he writes... Lao Sun, don't let him go, how much can you squeeze tonight! It's best to squeeze him dry. Hehehe!"

"Of course... Hey, there is a new annotation." Elder Sun's eyes shone and he grabbed it in the air. The lines of ink words were introduced into the blank scriptures on the table by him, and in a blink of an eye it turned into ten full scriptures.

The other eight elders' eyes shone brightly and quickly surrounded them.

"Old Sun continue!"

"Oh. Yes!" Elder Sun coughed lowly, stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, his face full of solemnity, and sighed like a heartless voice, "Luo Chuan, why is it still unqualified? What are you thinking? Rewrite it!"

On the fourth floor, the ink paper in Luo Chuan's hand was split into pieces.

Elder Sun lowered his head, changed his face in a blink of an eye, and his eyebrows were dancing: "Hurry up! Show it to me first!"

"Hmph, why!"

"Just relying on my master to perform the great magic, I suppressed the true spirit of the Sutra Library for you! I deceived Luo Chuan again! Otherwise, how could I play this game tonight?"

"Stop pretending, the true spirit of the Sutra Library has been silent for many years! You are just relying on the identity of a little Dharma Taoist master. Why are you pretending to be a stinky air! I'll bah! When the old Taoist one day, I'll take time and go to the whole little Dharma Taoist master to have fun."

In the secret room, the old Taoists formed a ball, rushing to the newly released annotations.

If any disciple sees this scene in front of him, he will definitely go crazy. None of the elders in the Sutra Tower have read thousands of books, learned from all over the world, and have the cultivation strength of no less than that of the little Dharma Taoist master. They are more calm and solemn and serious in their daily lives. In the eyes of the disciples of the Taoist courtyard, they are a model of high virtue and respect!

Only Luo Chuan was not. At this time, he had already noticed something was wrong.

"What trick is that Elder Sun playing!"

Luo Chuan originally wanted to release the Tianmen Dharma Recitation to go to the first floor to take a look, but as he finished writing the annotations of hundreds of sutras in succession, his Tianmen Dharma Recitation also changed, like a pillar hanging down from the sky. He gathered together and explored the height of the sky.

It was more than half the night, and it was not far from dawn.

Luo Chuan has also written all the annotations of the scriptures he read, including 159 pieces, and a lot of them. Each annotation is his experience. Even some thoughts that he could not think of when reading a book were sorted out by him and interpreted and described in his own way.

At this point, the mystery of the contents of the 159 sutras was finally melted and penetrated by him, and turned into the superior knowledge that belonged to Luo Chuan himself.

However, Luo Chuan felt that he seemed to have not finished venting his feelings, and he was still ready to move deep in his heart.

"It's almost dawn, it's getting late..." Luo Chuanping murmured at the sky outside the window. The next moment he was stunned and the "True Meaning of Time" flashed through his mind.

"Time...yes, I'm still missing a comment to be completed."

As soon as Luo Chuan finished speaking, another tide rose and surging in the sea of ​​thoughts, countless thoughts flew out, gathered together in the Heavenly Gate Dharma Thoughts and explored into the sky.

Just at this moment, the night faded and a new day was about to come.

The moment between heaven and earth is once again ushering in the alternation of day and night and the transformation of yin and yang.

Buzz!

Luo Chuan's mind was thunderous. At this moment, he felt a mysterious and mysterious truth flowing into his sea of ​​thoughts along the Tianmen Dharma, and merged with what he had learned in the Sutra Tower in the past two days.

Luo Chuan suddenly raised his head, with no human expression in his eyes, and strange characters flashed quickly on his blank eyes.

He picked up the paper and pen, Luo Chuan faced the east sky, held the pen and wrote.

On the first page of the blank scripture, the first character is the huge character "time", and the second character is the character "sutra".

"The Classic of Times..."

In the secret room on the first floor, Elder Sun and others were stunned.

As Luo Chuan wrote down those two words, a breath of recovery swept down from the roof of the Sutra Tower, covering the entire Sutra Tower.

The nine elders in the secret room trembled all over and their faces were shocked.

"Luo Chuan... he is writing a book! A mere monk Guixu, what is the virtue and what is the virtue and what is the virtue and what is the virtue and what is the virtue and what is it? What exactly is he going to write? Just the name of the two-character scripture awakens the true spirit of the Sutra Tower!"

Elder Sun clenched his fists and shouted hysterically. Within his eyes, Luo Chuan was driven by the scriptures and words he wrote, flew upwards, and he had already reached the fifth floor in a blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!