A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

There are countless sects in the world, ranging from small sects with just a few people to large sects like the Ming Cult with over 100,000 members.

The only ones that can be recognized are Wudang, Shaolin, and the Beggars' Sect.

Besides Zhang Sanfeng, the Wudang Sect also had many nominal Taoist temples in various places. Shaolin was divided into North and South temples, as well as some temple strongholds. The Beggars' Sect was divided into the Southern Dirty Clothes Sect and the Northern Clean Clothes Sect.

Standing at the foot of Mount Song, one is surrounded by towering peaks, exuding a majestic and imposing aura. On top of these peaks stands the Fengshan Terrace, used by ancient emperors.

Back then, the Five Mountains Sword Sect fought a great battle with Ren Woxing, the leader of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, at the Fengchan Terrace. That battle established Zuo Lengchan's reputation and almost shattered Ren Woxing's Dao heart.

Since it was inconvenient for female relatives to stay at Shaolin Temple, Yue Lingshan returned to her home. Recently, she often chatted with Lin Shiyin, sometimes blushing, asking how to get pregnant more easily.

Lu Ming arrived at the temple and clasped his hands in greeting to the novice monks at the entrance, saying, "Lu Ming of the Huashan Sect has come to pay his respects. I am grateful for your kind words."

The young novice's eyes cleared, and his expression became somewhat strange: "Please wait a moment, benefactor."

It's no wonder he acted this way; on their wedding day, he revealed Zuo Lengchan's plan to subdue the Southern Shaolin and Southern Wudang sects, and he didn't deny it. After Master Fangzheng returned, he went into seclusion to cultivate, as did Daoist Chongxu of Wudang, which made the atmosphere somewhat awkward.

As a bridgehead in the south, the Southern Shaolin Temple is the front line against the esoteric sects from the Western Regions. The true lineage lies in the north, where the main base is located. With so many eminent monks there, each one is far more powerful than Master Fangzheng.

The north has more resources and is more suitable for cultivation. Practicing martial arts is more expensive than studying literature. Medicinal baths strengthen muscles and bones, temper meridians, and remove hidden injuries. Medicinal cuisine replenishes vital energy, and there are many unique skills and secret manuals, making it far superior to the south.

Before long, a tall, white-bearded monk in a gold-red robe came out: "Amitabha, this humble monk Fang Sheng greets Young Hero Lu. May I ask what brings you here?"

Master Fang Sheng is the junior brother of the sect leader Fang Zheng and the second most important figure in the Southern Shaolin Temple.

The opponent possesses profound inner strength, which he conceals without revealing it, yet it still evokes a sense of threat. This doesn't require actual combat; masters possess their own unique way of perceiving each other.

Lu Ming cupped his hands and said, "The Fuwei Escort Agency suffered a massacre at the hands of Master Yu of the Qingcheng Sect, who killed seventy-three of its escorts. Lin Zhennan and his wife were also seriously injured. While ordinary medicines are effective, their mental ailments are difficult to cure. I wish to borrow your temple's Buddhist scriptures to seek the wonders of Buddhist teachings in order to heal and guide others when I return. I hope you will grant my request."

Borrowing Buddhist scriptures?

Master Fang Sheng's expression was somewhat strange. There was no doubt that the Huashan Sect was a Taoist sect. So, Taoist scriptures were no longer effective, and they were turning to Buddhist texts?

Upon closer examination, this makes sense. All the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple are well-versed in Buddhist teachings. Martial arts inherently possess a fierce and malevolent aura; if this aura cannot be neutralized, one will inevitably become ruthless and cruel. Only by thoroughly studying Buddhist scriptures and grounding martial arts in Zen philosophy can one achieve inner peace and become a truly great monk.

He stepped aside to make way, gesturing an invitation: "Since it involves saving lives, this old monk can decide that Young Hero Lu may read the Buddhist scriptures on the first floor, but not on the second floor."

"Thank you, Master. I need to talk for a few more days. I have to rush to Hengyang to attend Uncle Liu's Golden Basin Washing His Hands Ceremony."

The Sutra Repository is a vast building; the first floor alone is larger than the martial arts arena of the Huashan Sect. With a thousand-year-old foundation, even its branch temples are stronger than the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sects, making it an undisputed major sect in Sichuan.

Lu Ming casually flipped through some Buddhist scriptures, pretending to study them, occasionally sipping a cup of tea, appearing quite leisurely and content.

The meals were served by a young novice monk: a bowl of rice, two plates of vegetarian dishes, and a plate of tofu—a light and palatable meal.

Fang Sheng questioned the young novice monk outside and, upon learning what scriptures Lu Ming had read, nodded and dismissed him. He then went straight to a Zen temple to report to his senior brother who was in seclusion inside.

Master Fangzheng's internal energy had reached a state of returning to simplicity, with no aura leaking out, making him look like an ordinary old monk.

Ordinary disciples practice Class B mental techniques such as Shaolin Nine Yang Skill and Arhat Subduing Demon Divine Skill. Above that are the Yi Jin Jing and Xi Sui Jing, which can only be practiced by the abbots of various regions.

"He traveled all the way to Shaolin Temple just to read Buddhist scriptures? It's said he's a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy, capable of understanding things by analogy. Could it be that he wants to use the wisdom of Buddhist scriptures to break through his current level?"

Master Fang frowned upon hearing this and said, "Senior brother, Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism coexist. Although they have similarities, many have tried to change their ways over the centuries, only to end up suffering qi deviation or losing all their martial arts skills. Should we go and remind Young Hero Lu?"

He was an honest man, a typical compassionate monk.

Master Fangzheng is different. As the local abbot, his martial arts skills, along with those of Master Chongxu of Nanwudang, have reached their limit, and further refinement would yield little progress. Over the years, he has been using open schemes to instigate conflict between the Five Mountains Sword Sect and the Sun Moon Sect, so naturally he cannot tolerate the Huashan Sect producing a worthy disciple.

If he really manages to break through his cultivation level using this, wouldn't the southern part of Sichuan become the Huashan Sect's backyard?

"No need. Life and death are predestined, and fortune and misfortune are intertwined. This is his karma; let's just observe and see. As long as he doesn't dabble in the temple's martial arts secrets, let him read the other scriptures. Whether they help him break through his cultivation or heal the sick and save lives, it's all a blessing!"

They said nice things, but actually they wished Lu Ming would read more Buddhist scriptures, and preferably practice them to the point of demonic possession.

No matter how powerful the Sun Moon Sect is, they wouldn't dare to besiege Shaolin and Wudang and storm their mountain gates. Whether Lu Ming lives or dies is not important; what matters most is ensuring that Shaolin continues to hold the top position among the righteous sects.

Master Fang Sheng, unaware of his thoughts, assumed that his senior brother was kind-hearted and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, senior brother is very understanding. In that case, I will take him to the second and third floors tomorrow and personally introduce him to other scriptures."

"Alright, if he's also interested in Sanskrit, let him read it. A batch of old scriptures were transported from the north a few years ago, so it's good for him to have a look at them."

Silent all night.

Lu Ming did not return to the manor to rest. There were still martial monks watching him from out of sight, but he did not expose them. It was normal for Shaolin to send someone to keep an eye on him since they allowed him to come in to read Buddhist scriptures.

After the vegetarian meal, Master Fang Sheng entered: "Amitabha, young hero, did you not rest last night? Would you like to rest in a side room for a while?"

"Thank you for your concern, Master. A martial arts practitioner can go without sleep for several days without any problems."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Master Fang Sheng gestured an invitation: "After informing my senior brother, the sect leader, yesterday, I felt that you, young hero, have an affinity for Buddhism. I have asked this old monk to take you to the second floor to read Buddhist scriptures. I wonder if you would be interested?"

Lu Ming clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, "Thank you for your kind invitation, Master. I dare not refuse. Please!"

The second floor also contains a considerable number of scriptures, though most are martial arts manuals paired with Buddhist texts. Before learning martial arts, Shaolin monks are required to study the accompanying Buddhist scriptures to cleanse themselves of any malevolent energy.

There are also copies of these scriptures on the first floor; the originals are placed here for convenience.

Lu Ming accepted the scripture handed to him by Master Fang Sheng. It was a Sanskrit Buddhist scripture, translated as "The Prescriptions of the Brahman Immortals".

I beat Lin Shiyin in a game of Go before and got the golden attribute "Reading and Literacy," but I didn't think much of it at the time. Now, when I read Sanskrit scriptures, they flow naturally, and even without punctuation, I can spontaneously and intuitively break down the sentences, revealing the true meaning of the original text.

After studying it carefully for half an hour, Lu Ming suddenly had a breakthrough in his understanding of pharmacology. This was a combination of ancient prescriptions and knowledge of pharmacology from the Central Plains. Much of this knowledge was like a foreign language to those whose medical skills were not up to par.

[Successful study, improved pharmacology; now all elixir formulas require fewer materials, and yields are increased.]

it is good!

If Master Fang Sheng hadn't been there, Lu Ming would have burst out laughing. Now he could only suppress the smile on his lips to avoid being seen through. It was so hard!

This is just one volume among many scriptures. Even if he can't find the Lankavatara Sutra containing the Nine Yang Divine Skill, the other scriptures will still greatly improve him, which makes him even more excited.