After returning to Fanyin Temple, there was no movement in the Worm Valley, and Cao Xiaoyang's life was finally a lot calmer, but whenever he calmed down, he would always think of the two women he met in the cave that day, and Cao Xiaoyang remembered that the name of the woman in red was Dry Fish.

She said that Cao Xiaoyang was a Dark Flower Mandala Hua and wanted to eat him, and said that they would see each other again in a short time.

Cao Xiaoyang had seen the strength of this woman in red, and he knew that she would not be an ordinary person, so he was eager to find out what this drought was.

According to some folklore he had heard before, the drought was supposed to be a monster that would bring drought, but it did not exist naturally in this world, but a zombie-like monster that was born after people died and buried under certain special conditions, which was very similar to the cause of the white hairy wolf.

In some areas of the north, the custom of hunting drought is still preserved, that is, every time there is a major drought, people will suspect that there is a drought fish at work, so they will go to find the recently buried corpse, if the time matches, then it is determined that the corpse has become a drought fish.

The body had to be exhumed, whipped and cremated so that the drought could pass.

But it is obvious that this drought is not another drought fish, Cao Xiaoyang has yin and yang eyes, and can clearly distinguish that the woman in red is not a dead corpse, as for the woman in green, it has nothing to do with those legends.

Cao Xiaoyang was puzzled, so he remembered that Kuzen said that the collection of books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Fanyin Temple was rich, and there were many classics that recorded those monsters and beasts.

The monks of Fanyin Temple are very diligent, and many people go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to study at night after heavy physical labor during the day, so the Zangjing Pavilion is often brightly lit at night.

But tonight, it seemed to be relatively quiet in the Scripture Pavilion, and Cao Xiaoyang didn't see a single figure after walking around it for a long time.

He found that there were really a lot of books here, roughly estimated to have exceeded the collection of many large libraries outside, but most of the books in this massive collection were written in Sanskrit or ancient Chinese Xiao Seal, Cao Xiaoyang read for most of the day, and he couldn't even recognize the names of these books, let alone open them to find information inside.

Just when I was a little anxious, suddenly