There is a towering Sutra Peak in the Medicine King Valley, and the Sutra Pavilion is built on this spiritual peak.

This Sutra Library is magnificent, covering an area of ​​hundreds of feet, surrounded by mysterious restrictions, and there are golden elixir monks patrolling day and night.

This is a wooden attic, divided into three floors. The top floor is said to store the elixir recipes from the Medicine King Valley and the core martial arts scriptures. On it, there are monks who transform the gods in seclusion and practice in seclusion all year round.

The second level of exercises can only be cultivated to the level of the Nascent Soul, but there are the most monks entering and leaving this level. Generally, only alchemy masters or alchemy masters can enter freely.

The bottom layer is some ordinary martial arts or other mixed classics, but some very rare top-grade magic tricks may also appear here. This layer is mostly about foundation-building or qi-refining cultivators entering and leaving.

There are two Nascent Soul monks guarding each floor of this Sutra Pavilion. If a monk wants to exchange for the scriptures inside, he must use an identity token to lift the ban, and then a certain sect contribution value will be deducted based on the preciousness of the scriptures he received.

Wang An had been helping the monks in the sect to refine pills and earned a huge amount of contribution. With Mu Tianhan's turn, he had at least more than 100,000 contributions at this moment.

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"Crazy...Crazy..."

As soon as Wang An entered the Sutra Pavilion, he saw an old man hunched over and clean the floor between a somewhat dim bookshelves.

The floor was spotless, but the old man still meticulously cleaned every inch of the corner.

This Sutra Pavilion has dustproof beads, and the dust is very scarce. Only when there are too many people going back and forth will it bring a trace of dust.

The old man was covered in white hair, wrinkles on his face, and was wearing an old gray Taoist robe, with a faint grey stain on his feet. There was a pair of linen shoes on his feet, and it was vaguely visible that his right foot had left a gap.

His thin face appeared a burgundy red color, covered with old man spots, and blue veins and bloodshots on his face. It seemed that he was hundreds of years old.

"Haha, Grandpa Fang is cleaning the dust here again today." Wang An walked over and snatched the broom from his hand.

This is a broom made of palm leaves, which is already incomplete.

The old man was named Fang Tuo. When Wang An first came to the Sutra Pavilion, he did not see the old man. He did not see the old man until the next day.

That day, while the old man was sweeping the floor, he met a foundation-building young man dressed up with greasy and powdery faces. A large group of small people followed behind the monk.

Seeing this old man meet this young man, the little guy behind him immediately cursed at the old man, letting the old man apologize, but the other party still refused to forgive him.

Seeing this scene, Wang An directly persuaded the monks to leave. They seemed to know that Wang An was the King of Medicine in this class. Finally, he walked towards the second floor with a smile, as if the young man had an extraordinary identity.

When Wang An came into contact with the old man, he saw that although the other party had only the fifth level of Qi Refining cultivation, Wang An vaguely felt that there was a terrifying aura on the other party. However, no matter what secret technique he used to sense, the old man was indeed a Qi Refining Cultivator.

Once, Wang An put Xiao Jin in the spirit beast bag and went with it to watch the old man.

Xiao Jin concluded that the old man made it frightened, and he seemed to have lived for a long time, and the traces of time were flowing around him.

After hearing Xiao Jin's words, Wang An was shocked.

Wang An only learned during a conversation with the old man that he was an orphan before and was adopted by the previous owner of the Sutra Library. He is now 99 years old and has swept the land here for 99 years.

I have no talent for cultivation, so I can only stay here all the time.

When Wang An said that he was also an orphan, the old man began to talk nonstop, as if he hadn't communicated with anyone for hundreds of years, he kept talking nonstop after holding Wang An.

Later, Wang An discovered that Fang Tuo knew the Sutra Pavilion very well and he came to him whenever he needed any books.

The strangest thing is that this old man can actually enter and exit the three-story loft freely.

After Wang An went back to inquire, no one knew who this person was. It seemed that he had been sweeping the floor in the Sutra Pavilion.

Once again, when Wang An and his senior brother Li Changqing mentioned this mysterious old man, Li Changqing said to Wang An with a strange look on his face, "Is this old man actually good at taking care of others?" and told Wang An not to mess with this old man."

Wang An was full of curiosity about this. He would look for him every time he went to search for important classics. With his guidance, Wang An could easily find some lonely books.

After two years of life, Wang An often came to the Sutra Library. When he saw him sweeping the floor, Wang An took the initiative to help him clean.

"Haha, Xiao An, why are you here again today?" The old man looked at Wang An who had snatched his broom, and a kind look flashed in his eyes.

"Haha, isn't Grandpa Fang coming to see you?" Wang An said with a smile.

"I'll help you clean the floor first." Wang An said, dragging the broken broom to start cleaning the floor here.

Fang Tuo looked at Wang An's back, and a strange look appeared in his eyes. The next moment, a tattered broom suddenly appeared in his hand again. Then he ran to the other end to clean.

Wang An and Fang Tuo cleaned this floor for an hour.

"Grandpa Fang is gone, let's go clean the second floor."

"Haha, let's clean this floor today. Let's play chess." Fang Tuo put away the broom and said with a smile.

"Okay, Grandpa Fang, I have something to do today. I will only leave in the next game." Wang An hesitated and said.

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Fang Tuo has a small room, right in the northeast corner of the first floor. It should have been a study room before, but for some reason I have vacated it for his room.

Fang Tuo's room was very simple, with a bed, an Eight Immortals table, and a portrait of the ancestor of the Medicine King Valley hung on the wall.

Wang An now knows that this person is called Fairy Luhe. It is said that he was a peerless alchemist in ancient times and founded the Medicine King Valley here.

It is rumored that he has not passed away and is still in the world.

There are several futons on the floor of the room, and next to it is a wooden chessboard.

"Grandpa Fang, this time I came here, I brought you two clothes and a pair of shoes." After coming to the room, Wang An thought of it, and suddenly there were two sets of clothes and a pair of cloth shoes in his hand.

"Grandpa Fang, I saw that you had no replacement clothes and your shoes were broken. This was something I bought for you in the market." Wang An looked at Fang Tuo, his eyes full of sincerity.

No matter who the old man was, he helped him with him, and there was another person who cleaned the huge Sutra Library. Wang An admired him from the bottom of his heart, and even the other party was really a kind old man who was not talented and stayed here just to repay his kindness.

In this old man, Wang An vaguely fell in love with Xiao Yancheng's shadow.

"Haha, little guy, you are thinking about your grandpa?" Fang Tuo suddenly burst into laughter when he looked at Wang An's clear eyes.

"Haha, Grandpa Fang laughed. Alas, my grandpa has no spiritual roots, so he must not be able to enter the Ice God Sect." Wang An's expression was dim.

"Haha, Xiao An, don't worry, Bing Shen Sect will not treat your grandfather unfairly." Fang Tuo took the clothes and shoes from Wang An excitedly.

Wang An had told the other party about Xiao Yancheng before, so Fang Tuo knew it clearly.

"The old Pavilion Master said before that when Ice God Sect meets disciples from Bing Linggen, they will properly arrange their family members." Fang Tuo said with a confident look on his face.

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"Grandpa Fang, I can't beat you anymore. You see, I can't beat you." Wang An looked at Fang Tuo in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Haha, okay, I won't go any further. Tell me what books you want to find when you come today." Fang Tuo won two games in a row, and he was very happy now.

"Grandpa Fang, I heard that the beast control technique of the Beast Control Sect is very amazing. I am very curious and want to know if there is any record in our Sutra Pavilion." Wang An said with a longing look on his face.

"Haha, you little guy, either a magic circle or a talisman, or a pill, why don't you improve your cultivation? With your talent in the alchemy, your level of alchemy will naturally come naturally." Fang Tuo looked at Wang An and smiled helplessly.

"Hehe, my eight spirit roots are the same, why don't you learn more about other things?" Wang Anzhe laughed.

"I know that there are really no books on beast control, in these three levels of Sutra Pavilion." Fang Tuo frowned and thought for a moment.

"Isn't there any ordinary one?" Wang An asked unwillingly.

"Haha, little guy, it's just some superficial records, and it's useless to read it. Please let me think about it." Fang Tuo shook his head and said to Wang An.

"Hey, there is, wait a moment." Fang Tuo suddenly showed joy and walked directly to his bed.

Amid the sound of ping-in, Fang Tuo directly removed his bed board.

The sky was covered in dust, and you could vaguely smell the moldy quilt.

The next moment, a wooden box that was ten centimeters long and black all over appeared under the bed, and the wooden box was locked with a copper lock covered with green rust.

Wang An scanned his spiritual sense and found that he did not recognize the wood of the box at all, and his spiritual sense could not see the situation in the box.

"Grandpa Fang, what is this?" Wang An looked at the wooden box with curiosity.

"Huhh..." Fang Tuo blew away the thick dust from the wooden box with force. "I don't know this thing either. It was left by the previous pavilion master and it was not placed outside the Sutra Pavilion."

"He said this was a treasure obtained in an ancient ruin. The owner of this ruin was a beast master. However, no one knew the wooden box of the medicine king valley, so he just gave it to me later." Fang Tuo held the wooden box with a look of remembrance.

"I don't know where this key has been thrown away." Fang Tuo said, and then he unscrewed the rusty copper lock with force.

"Here, this book and this broken iron ring."

When I opened the wooden box, there was a thin book. The materials of this book were very strange, and it seemed to be made of some kind of animal Pete.

There is also a copper bracelet covered with green rust next to it.

"No one knows the text of this book, and it also has broken iron rings. It seems to be useful. I will use it for you to study it." Fang Tuo said indifferently.

"This... this is a book made by something, and why is this word so strange?" Wang An just picked up the book and opened it, his face was shocked.

Wang An was really shocked this time. Fang Tuo thought Wang An was shocked by the mysterious words and strange paper inside.

"Haha, these things are all symbols, but they should be really a beast-controlling technique. Take them back and study them." Fang Tuo said comfortably when he saw Wang An's shocked expression.

This book is only a dozen thin pages, and each page is filled with mysterious runes, like a dragon, like a flying phoenix, or like a beast.

"Thank you, Grandpa Fang, then I'll take it back and think about it." Wang An smiled and put the wooden box into the storage bag.
Chapter completed!