As for the specific time, Qin Sang could not tell clearly.

The fusion of the Wheel Seal and the Demon-Destroying Seal has been completed. It does not take long and does not seem to be difficult.

The further you go, the more difficult it will be to integrate, and it is impossible for Qin Sang to abandon his own practice and focus on understanding the Buddha's seal.

"How about a limit of fifty years?" Qin Sang pondered, giving a very generous time limit.

For monks who transform themselves into gods, fifty years is just a blink of an eye.

"Fifty years..."

Venerable Zhenru was silent for a moment and nodded.

As long as the seal can be opened within a hundred years and the Buddha treasure in the pagoda can be obtained, it is acceptable.

He still has one hundred and fifty years before the next forty-nine heavenly tribulations, and the remaining time is enough to digest and harvest.

"The poor monk will wait for the real person for fifty years! After fifty years, if the real person cannot break the seal, I hope he can teach the seal to our temple."

Venerable Zhenru made another condition. He would exchange the corresponding treasures, but the Buddha treasures in the pagoda had nothing to do with Qin Sang.

Qin Sang hesitated and responded.

He stayed at Jingtai Temple for several more months, studying Buddhism and looking at the photos.

It was what he gained from this period of taking photos that gave Qin Sang the confidence to integrate the Buddhist seal.

On the day of farewell, Venerable Zhenru personally sent Qin Sang down the mountain.

"Your Majesty, please stay."

Qin Sang bowed his head and drove away to the north.

Venerable Zhenru watched Qin Sang go back to the temple and began to get busy. The two agreed to collect as many treasures as possible that could help resist the golden light. If they found other ways to break the ban, Qin Sang would immediately come to help.

On the way back, most of Qin Sang's mind was immersed in "The Seven Masters of the Buddha's Seal". The monk's photos were shocking, broadening Qin Sang's horizons, and most importantly, pointed out the direction for him.

Returning to Xingdao Fairy Lake, Qin Sang first went to Huzhong Island, walked through the streets of the city for a while, came to a remote courtyard where mortals lived, and knocked on the door knocker.

With a creak, an old man pushed open the door and came out. When he saw Qin Sang, his face was filled with joy, "Master, you are back."

"Mr. Chen, your body is getting stronger and stronger," Qin Sang walked into the courtyard with a smile.

The old man's face was full of gratitude, "Thanks to the master for treating the old slave's illness and giving the old slave a place to live and settle down. The old slave has been working as a cow or horse for the master all his life, but it is not enough to repay the master's kindness."

Qin Sang shook his head, "If you take a fancy to this courtyard, just treat it like a medical consultation, not a cow or a horse."

Screening away the old man, Qin Sang walked into the quiet room in the back hall.

A formation was set up in the quiet room. If Mo Xingdao had any news, it would be transmitted through this formation. The two could only communicate through this method, which was not timely enough, but it was better than concealment.

Qin Sang activated the formation, but there was no response.

He comforted the old man with a few words, left some money, walked out of the courtyard, and came to Master Qi's house.

Since helping Qin Sang refine the Wind-Returning Armor, Master Qi's skill in weapon refining has greatly increased, and his reputation has become even louder than before.

Master Qi has not given up and continues to smelt the true treasure fragments, but each verification requires a large amount of resources and also risks destroying the wind-returning armor.

Qin Sang was not reluctant to return to Fengjia, but he had more important things to do. He spent most of his resources and entrusted Master Qi to collect as many spiritual flowers as possible for the Yinghua Pill and handed them over to Master Lingxu.

Alchemy.

I came to visit Master Qi this time for another purpose. I am halfway through the step of connecting the Qi meridians of the boxing gloves. I would like to ask Master Qi to take a look.

As soon as Qin Sang saw Master Qi, the Huifeng Armor was immediately taken away. He smiled helplessly and followed Master Qi into the fire room.

Ten days later, Qin Sang walked out of Master Qi's residence and sent the spirit flowers to Master Lingxu's residence through the channels of the Taoist court.

If it is a top-notch treasure, of course it cannot be handed over to others, and the Taoist court will not covet these spiritual flowers.

After handling the trivial matters, Qin Sang continued to return to Jianxin Island for meditation.

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

On this day, Qin Sang held up the Shadow Sword with both hands, looking thoughtful.

After a moment, he made up his mind, put away the sword, walked out of the cave, and decided to ask the sword master to check the sword.

In the past three years, Qin Sang continued to test it in various ways, but the sword showed no response.

Even if Qin Sang continues to make breakthroughs in the art of weapon refining, he will not be able to force the master of Jinshan Mountain too much to find out the details of this sword. He can only consult an expert in swordsmanship.

In addition, he was not going to waste any more time on the Shadow Sword.

He has many things to do, and cultivation is the first priority.

Because his spiritual consciousness is limited, he does not know when he will be able to refine the Kirin Source Seed. If Qin Sang wants to maintain his fighting power, he must continue to improve his strength and body cultivation.

The "Yuan Shen Sword Raising Chapter" is the main one, and the "Celestial Demon Refining" is the supplement. It requires double the training time.

Secondly, studying the "Seven Masters of Buddha's Seal", refining boxing gloves, and feeding the Heavenly Eye Butterfly with blood all consume energy.

The sword slave carefully guarded in front of the cave of the master holding the sword. He had obviously been informed, and upon learning of Qin Sang's intentions, he immediately triggered the formation ban.

"Brother, come in and talk."

The voice of the sword-wielding master came from the cave, and the door opened on its own.

The sword slave respectfully stepped aside.

Qin Sang entered the cave of the sword-wielding master for the first time and looked at it curiously.

The cave that Master Zhujian arranged for Qin Sang was carefully arranged, but his own cave was simple and crude.

There is only one person, a futon, and an incense table in the palace.

There is an incense burner on the incense table and a sword enshrined in it!

Qin Sang couldn't help but take a second look. The sword was very strange, hanging upside down above the incense table.

He had only seen ancestors and statues being enshrined in the Enshrinement Hall, and this was the first time he saw someone enshrining swords.

This sword has no scabbard, and the white cloth strips wrap around the entire sword body, including the hilt, so the true appearance of the sword cannot be seen.

Qin Sang could see that this was no ordinary white cloth. There were talismans engraved on it. I don't know what it did.

I have never seen a real sword wielder use this sword before.

Qin Sang was confused and looked at the sword-wielding master with his back turned to him. His expression suddenly changed, "Brother Dao, you..."

He looked ashamed and said, "I shouldn't have come here."

The sword-holding master's aura is extremely strong at the moment, but there are subtle fluctuations. This kind of performance will only occur when a breakthrough is approaching.

In just a few years, the sword-wielding master is about to break through to the middle stage of becoming a god.

He certainly came at the wrong time.

"It doesn't matter," the sword-wielding master slowly finished his work and said calmly, "It's actually very difficult to break through at this moment. I almost got carried away. My brother's arrival just happened to help me regain my composure."

I don’t know whether Master Zhijian’s words are true or not. Qin Sang does feel guilty and hesitant, and doesn’t want to disturb Master Zhijian again.

The master holding the sword stood up, turned around and said, "Everything I said is true, I don't have to worry about it. If you have any important matters, you might as well speak out."

Sighing softly, Qin Sang nodded and took out the Shadow Bearing Sword directly, "I got this sword by accident. I don't know the origin. I wanted to ask Brother Dao for advice, but unexpectedly..."

With that said, Qin Sang directly handed over the Chengying Sword.

The real person holding the sword took it, stared at it for a moment, let out a light sigh, and then traced his finger across the sword.

A clanging sword sound resounded throughout the cave.

Qin Sang's eyes froze, and the Chengying Sword was in his hand. There had never been such a crisp sword sound.

The master holding the sword turned over the sword, gently swung the two swords, clicked his tongue in admiration, showed a happy expression, and said with emotion: "It turns out that there really is such a sword in the world."

Touching the sword body with his fingers, the master holding the sword realized it and said to Qin Sang: "I remember that I also used a sword in Niyuan. I have good swordsmanship and I should know the way of swordsmanship."

Qin Sang was silent and glanced at the Chengying Sword in the hands of the master swordsman. He really did not dare to claim that he knew the art of swordsmanship.

The master holding the sword didn't know what Qin Sang was thinking, so he didn't wait for a response, nor did he mind. He looked at Chengying Sword with brilliant eyes and murmured.

"What is Kendo?

"We cultivate the purest sword intention and nourish the sword with sword intention. No matter whether we choose killing sword, phantom sword, transforming sword, extreme sword, etc., the sword is the only one in our heart. The sword's heart is clear, refined and pure.

"Some people think that this kind of person who is extremely dedicated to the sword is the real swordsman, and is regarded as orthodox, and the others are inferior to him."

Qin Sang nodded, he agreed with this point of view.

He can realize that he cannot be a real swordsman.

The "Yuanshen Sword-raising Chapter" must be the top skill of the killing sword lineage, but he always regards it as a tool, and more importantly, a killing talisman that increases the speed of practice.

Looking back on the path of spiritual practice, he found that he had too many distractions, such as ghosts, corpses, monsters, insects, fire, poison, incarnations, Buddhism, Taoism, demons, etc.

He has never even achieved a great level by relying solely on swordsmanship.

As long as it can help him, improve his strength, and help him break through, he will use it without hesitation.

Among old friends, Senior Qingzhu can be called a sword cultivator, Shangguan Lifeng gave up the sword and became a swordsman. If he can understand the "Qingzhu Sword Sutra", he may be considered half of it.
To be continued...