The next day, Lin Zhen left the 'Taiyuan Palace' feeling refreshed and went to the 'Rising Sun Peak' where Fu Shan and others were.

'Xuri Peak' is the second main peak of Qingting Mountain, second only to the main peak of 'Qingting Mountain' where Lin Town is located. Although the scale of the buildings above is far less gorgeous than the main peak, there are only two buildings on this peak.

For more than ten disciples, it is quite spacious.

After all, in the current 'Green Sword Sect', the cultivators are withering too seriously, so almost every disciple can have the maximum freedom of space. Almost every disciple in the Qi Refining Stage can be considered as a good person in this sect.

It is a scarce thing, so each of their monks has a large and comfortable house where they can practice quietly.

Lin Zhen traveled all the way and found that there were no monks at the foot of the Rising Sun Peak and in slightly remote places. Only close to Mount Fu and near the Rising Sun Hall where Fu Lin was, there were a few Qi Refiners.

The figures of disciples appear and disappear.

Seeing this scene, Lin Zhen couldn't help but sigh slightly.

"It seems that today's Qingjian Sect is still far behind the grand occasion thousands of years ago when tens of thousands of monks crowded in and made noise."

However, Lin Zhen just made a general comment. When he saw that the gate of the Rising Sun Palace was still open, he turned around with a smile and landed outside the palace door. Without announcing anything, he just walked towards

He strode away from this palace.

In the simple and plainly decorated hall, Fu Shan, a middle-aged monk in black robes, was indeed in this hall.

At this moment, Fu Shan was sitting behind a long brown table in the hall. On this table, there was a thick pile of yellow brocade documents. Looking carefully, he saw that they were all requested by the peaks of the 'Green Sword Sect'.

Applications for various matters.

Judging from the way he moves his pen like flying, he is obviously dealing with these sect affairs.

However, when he sensed Lin Zhen striding into the hall, his expression immediately changed slightly, he quickly showed a smile, abandoned his pen and came forward.

"Hello, Master Master!" Fu Lin saluted respectfully.

"Hello, nephew." Lin Zhen nodded slightly, glanced at the long table again, and then smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Fu seems to be quite busy, right?"

"Ahem, they are just some sect chores. Before the disaster of our 'Green Sword Sect', we left a lot behind. Now that the sect is newly built, all the joints in it have become even more complicated. So my nephew is cleaning them up one by one.

Then I can hand everything over to 'Elder Linghu'." Fu Shan coughed lightly and said slowly.

Hearing this, Lin Zhen raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Haha, so, I'm troublesome for fellow Daoist Fu. But you also know that although Linghu Yu is currently just a guest elder of our 'Qingjian Sect', in fact, this sect

Major matters such as diplomacy and defense against foreign enemies are also handled by him and the Jinyin Shuangsha, so it is better for the power within the sect to be centralized. I think Fellow Daoist Fu should also understand."

"Of course I understand, nephew." Fu Shan quickly smiled and cupped his hands and said, "However, as a member of my 'Rising Sun Peak' lineage, I will have to rely more on Master Lin in the future."

"Haha, Senior Nephew Fu is too polite. I should treat all the peaks in the sect equally." Lin Zhen laughed, then looked around the hall and asked casually: "By the way, where is Senior Nephew Fu Lin? What's the matter?

No trace of him?",

"Inform the head, Junior Brother Fu Lin has gone to repair the 'Sutra Library Pavilion'. This matter is quite important and related to the lifeline of our sect, so Junior Brother Fu has not replied yet." Fu Shan answered truthfully.

"Repair the 'Sutra Library'?" Lin Zhen's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and then he nodded slightly and said: "It is natural that I should go and assist with such a big matter. If Senior Nephew Fu Shan has no other important matters, I will leave it alone for the time being.

How about walking with me?"

Fu Shan said with a respectful expression: "Since the master has given orders, Fu Shan dares not to obey them? Please do."

Seeing Fu Shan being so obedient, Lin Zhendang nodded with satisfaction: "Let's go!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Zhen waved his sleeves and rolled up a white beam, immediately involving Fu Shan.

Immediately afterwards, the white ray of light flew directly out of the door and flew into the distance at an extremely fast speed.

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Qingting Mountain, Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The 'Tibetan Scripture Pavilion' is located in a secret place slightly behind the main peak of 'Qingting Mountain'. This hidden place made of bluestone is fully half-embedded into the mountain wall.

At first glance from a distance in Lin Town, this 'Sutra-Tiding Pavilion' looks like a jumble of rocks that can be seen everywhere in the mountains. Only the two bronze statues about ten feet high in front of the mountain gate make this place look like a place.

What's important.

Fu Shan, who was following Lin Zhen, couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene: "Uncle Master, look at the two bronze statues in front of the door. They are actually powerful puppets purchased by the sect leader with a lot of money more than a thousand years ago!

These two bronze puppets will be activated immediately as long as a monk from the outer sect approaches. Their attack power will not be lower than a full-strength strike of an ordinary monk in the foundation building stage."

Lin Zhen was slightly surprised and said: "Puppet in the foundation building stage? I'm afraid this kind of thing is quite difficult to refine, right?"

"Of course." Fu Shan said with a smile: "These two puppets come from the 'Qianji Sect', which is one of the 'Top Ten Sects' in our Jin Dynasty. It is famous in the world of cultivation for specializing in making various 'puppet's."

I heard that the mountain-holding puppet within their sect is a heaven-defying being whose strength is equivalent to that of a great monk at the Nascent Soul stage."

"Haha." When Lin Zhen heard what Fu Shan said, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch his nose and chuckled: "I've heard it said a long time ago that the 'Top Ten Sects' of the Jin Dynasty all have extremely deep foundations, and each sect

They are all proficient in one or two top-level skills. However, Lin only found out today that this so-called 'Thousand Machine Sect' actually has the strength to make Nascent Soul Stage level puppets! If they were allowed to make ten, eight of these

If such a puppet comes, I’m afraid he will already dominate the human world, right?”

Fu Shan led Lin Zhen to the stone door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and while speaking a series of mantras towards the stone door, he smiled and said: "The master doesn't know something. Although the puppet is extremely powerful, I heard that this puppet is thousands of years old."

There is no news about it. Moreover, the guy who can make this kind of puppet has long since ascended to the spirit world, and this puppet is just the strongest representative left by him."

"When it comes to masterpieces, the 'Qingyuan Sword Art' of the founder of our sect, Qing Yuanzi, I'm afraid it won't be much inferior, right?" Lin Zhen smiled slightly and said pointedly.

"That's natural. The 'Qingyuan Sword Technique' left by the ancestor of our sect is obscure and profound, with endless mysteries. How can it be compared to a mere dead puppet?" Fu Shan said with a hint of pride in his tone.

: "Uncle Master, let's go in."
Chapter completed!