In front of a quaint temple, there were several men dressed in ordinary clothes and hoods!

The leader was a young man of Asian descent, whose face was undoubtedly Ling Feng, followed by five foreign men, except for the young man named Xuanwu, the other four, three of them were blonde and blue-eyed, burly men, and the one who followed at the back was clearly a young girl about twenty years old.

"Xuanwu, this is Mingjue Temple?"

"Yes!" Xuanwu replied respectfully, "It is said that in 1193 A.D., after the Turks captured Nalanda Monastery, the monastery and library were severely damaged, and a large number of Nalanda monks fled to Tibet for refuge, and a small number of monks came here to renovate this Mingjue Monastery, and recovered countless Buddhist texts from the ruins of Nalanda Monastery and transported those texts here...... If you want to track down the whereabouts of that treasure, the tomes here might help!"

Ling Feng nodded, beckoned Xuanwu and the others, and said, "Let's go inside and have a look!"

At this time, it was already evening, and the temple was about to close, and this Mingjue Temple did not provide tour services!

As soon as Ling Feng climbed the steps of the temple, an Indian monk stepped forward, stopped in front of Ling Feng and Xuanwu, and said in Hindi, "Please stop!"

It's a pity that Ling Feng didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, his steps kept walking forward, and Xuanwu beside him flashed and arrived in front of the monk, his left hand moved slightly, pointing at the monk's chest!

"Ah......h

Just as he wanted to stand up, he felt a heavy pressure on his chest, and he spat out blood, rolled his eyes and passed out.

"Huh, Xuanwu, your impulse magic power has improved a lot!" Ling Feng didn't even glance at the monk under his feet, Shi Shiran walked into Mingjue Temple!

"Fortunately, Lord Ling Feng taught me the trick, I can gather the scattered pulses in one direction, Lord Ling Feng's cultivation grace, my subordinates are grateful, if I meet that immortal life again, my subordinates will take his head and dedicate it to Lord Ling Feng......"

"Haha, don't be complacent!" Ling Feng smiled faintly and said, "I heard that during this time, Xiao Wu has also become very strong, even I may not be able to win Xiao Wu! Moreover, after the tempering of the Hundred Flowers Valley, Xiao Changsheng's mind and divine powers are also much stronger!"

Ling Feng walked in the front, Xuan Wu followed behind, and then several of Ling Feng's subordinates of the new recruitment, passing through the halls and buildings, and came to an attic in the depths of the temple, and a line of Sanskrit was written on the door plaque of the attic, which seemed to be the meaning of the library pavilion!

The news that someone trespassed on the temple spread throughout the entire Mingjue Temple in an instant, and more than a dozen monks rushed out of the Mingjue Temple, rushing over with a ring stick in hand!

It's a pity that before Xuanwu could make a move, a blonde young man in his thirties rushed out behind him, swooping into the monks!

It's so fast that it's like a phantom.

A thumping sound sounded, and more than a dozen monks flew up at the same time, and the blond-haired young man's body appeared beside Ling Feng again!

At this time, more than a dozen monks fell to the ground at the same time!

This strange speed shocked the monks into speechlessness, but Ling Feng and the others were not half surprised, it seemed that this speed could not be more normal.

"You guys stay here, and no one is allowed to enter the library pavilion!" Ling Feng pushed open the attic door with a faint smile, and deliberately turned his head and ordered, "Also, you are not allowed to kill people casually!"

"Understood!" all five people, including Xuanwu, replied at the same time.

Walking into the dark library building, Ling Feng stretched out his finger, and a large flame escaped from his fingers, floating in the air like a torch, turning into four torches with a buzz, illuminating the entire library hall brightly!

Rows of bookshelves stand tall in the library, and countless yellowed and old books are placed on the shelves, filling the entire hall.

But Ling Feng just glanced at the hall, without the slightest intention of consulting books, and raised his legs to the second floor!

On the second layer, Ling Feng also did not stop.

All the way up the fifth staircase, a closed iron door appeared in front of me, and an old iron lock hung on the iron door, which seemed to have not been opened for many years, and a thick layer of dust fell on it!

Only then did Ling Feng stop, pull out the Mozi Sword from his back, and slashed through it with a buzz, and the thick iron chain around the iron gate broke in response, and fell to the ground with a click!

A creaking sound sounded, Ling Feng pushed open the heavy iron door, stretched out his fingers, and four floating fire balls flew into the attic.

This attic seems to be just the top compartment of the library building, only seven or eight square meters in size, which is full of old and yellowed ancient books, exuding a musty smell, looking at its appearance, it must have not been opened for many years, and no one has even taken care of it!

Ling Feng frowned and walked into the attic, scanning the yellowed ancient books around him.

Suddenly, a mysterious power of imprisonment rose from the bottom of Ling Feng's heart, as if there were countless people standing beside him face to face, staring at him with their eyes open!

The murmur of chanting and chanting sounded in my ears, as if there was no ......

Ling Feng maintained the posture of entering the attic, staring blankly at the front with his eyes, and there was clearly no focus between his eyes!

Suddenly, Ling Feng's arms began to tremble, and the tremor became larger and larger, as if he was struggling violently, and a yellow light flashed in his eyes!

Suddenly, the air around Ling Feng rippled with layers of ripples that were invisible to the naked eye.

"Huh?" Ling Feng let out a muffled roar, and instantly came back to his senses, and the power of imprisonment around him disappeared without a trace at the same time, as if it had never appeared!

"I didn't expect that these ordinary Buddhist classics all had such a strong spiritual power, and they were almost imprisoned by their consciousness!" Ling Feng muttered, carefully holding up a yellowed ancient book, his eyes flashing yellow light again, enveloping the entire ancient book!

If someone stands by and looks, they will see a strange scene, the whole ancient book seems to be rendered by a layer of yellow light, and the side of the worn book is inlaid with a golden edge.

In an instant, Ling Feng put down the ancient book in his hand that had not yet been opened, picked up another ancient book, and shrouded the book with the same light!

Pick up, put down, pick up again, put down again......

Fortunately, there are no people here, otherwise I would have been shocked, just pick up the book like this, I don't need to open the book, just use the yellow light to shine it, even if I have consulted it?

Four hours later, Ling Feng had already flipped through all the books in the Library Pavilion, nodded secretly, and walked down the stairs out of the Library Pavilion.

In front of the library pavilion, there was an old Indian monk standing next to Xuanwu, with a bleak expression, peeking at Xuanwu beside him from time to time!

"Lord Ling Feng, how's it going?"

Only a few of the texts contain information about the treasures, but they are very vague, and the records vary from one to the other, and some even contradict each other...... Who is he?" Ling Feng said a few words casually, and suddenly pointed to the old monk beside Xuanwu and asked!

"He is the abbot of Mingjue Temple, and William held the ......" Xuanwu replied, lowering his voice and saying, "I thought about it carefully, he may know the whereabouts of that treasure, so he brought him, do you want to ask him?"

Ling Feng nodded, turned around and walked into the small attic next to him, and said, "Bring him over!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are a temple here, and we don't have anything valuable, please raise your noble hands......" The old monk couldn't break free from Xuanwu's control, and pleaded with a bitter face!

"Don't worry, my family only asks you a few questions, and if you answer truthfully, we won't embarrass you! But if you dare to lie a little, I will kill you and your disciples......

"Don't dare, don't dare!" replied the old abbot hurriedly.

Walking into the small attic, Ling Feng sat on a chair, glanced at the trembling abbot, and turned back to Xuanwu, "Find William!"

"Understood!"

As Xuanwu turned away, the old abbot's body trembled slightly, he didn't know where to put his feet, swallowed his saliva, raised his head, and asked again in English, "You, what do you want to ask?"

"I heard that the predecessor of Mingjue Temple was Nalanda Temple?"

"Yes!" the abbot didn't dare to hide it, and said in a low voice, "After Nalanda Temple was sacked by the Turks, some masters fled to Tibet with the classics, and only a small number of monks did not have time to escape, and after the Turks left, the few remaining monks rebuilt the Mingjue Temple and began to practice here!"

"Hmm!" Ling Feng nodded, and then said, "The books on the top floor of the Library Pavilion were the ones you moved out of Nalanda Temple?"

"Yes!" The host also had a little guess, sighed in his heart, and replied, "Those ancient books were all moved out of Nalanda Temple, but most of the classic books of Nalanda Temple were taken away by the masters of the year, and less than one of the classics left behind is not much value!"

With a squeak, the attic door was pushed open, and Xuanwu walked in with a man in his thirties and said, "Lord Ling Feng, William is here!"

Ling Feng nodded, looked at the old abbot again, and said, "So, do you know what the monks who fled to Tibet have experienced?"

"Uh, this ......"

Just when the old abbot hesitated, the man named William glanced at Ling Feng, and Ling Feng nodded inadvertently!

William dodged behind the abbot and pressed his hands on the abbot's temples!

"Ah......" the old abbot exclaimed, his whole body trembled, and he exclaimed, "You, what are you doing?"

But William didn't care about the old abbot's exclamation, and two crystalline filaments of light appeared between his hands, which were violently injected into the abbot's head!

Suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed above the old abbot's head, and then it turned into images.

Hundreds of monks, carrying bundles of Buddhist scriptures on their backs, stood on the mountain beams, looking at the burning temple below, and the temple was full of soldiers on horseback, wielding scimitars in their hands, wantonly slaughtering monks and burning temples!

Immediately after that, the picture changed, and the monk with a heavy book on his back came to an ancient temple, and in the distance of the ancient temple was a huge snow-capped mountain!

Most of the monks stayed, and only a few did not, making their way down the winding path to the snow-capped mountains in the distance!

In the following time, the monks who stayed behind and the monks of the ancient temple rebuilt the ancient temple and lived in the ancient temple.