Lying on the edge of the bookshelf, I looked at the corridor below with Lao Song.

The four monks were swaying back and forth in the aisle, while the rest of the monks were in other parts of the Scripture Pavilion.

They took a deep breath, looked at each other, and nodded in unison,

Why, let's fight like this today, love to fight to win,

"It's destined for three days, hehe." Old Song raised his eyebrows and sang in a low voice,

"Seven points depend on hard work, hehe." I smiled lightly,

"Love to fight to win,." Singing in unison,

Of course, we should sing in a low voice, otherwise the old rascals below will not rush up and hack us to death.

After singing two sentences, we were not so nervous, and our hearts relaxed a lot.

It's me who takes the lead, compared to the size of Lao Song, I want to be a little lighter, so as not to knock down the bookshelf as soon as I pass.

Half-squatting, the muscles of his whole body were tense, and his eyes were only meticulous.

One meter, just one meter, jump over, and win,

Gritting his teeth, his legs straining, and the whole person flew towards the top of the bookshelf a meter away.

"Come over quickly, no questions." I squatted on top of the bookshelf and laughed, beckoned and shouted to Lao Song in a low voice,

"Waiting for my brother." The corners of Lao Song's mouth twitched, and the true colors of the toad prince were fully revealed, and he danced so easily and casually,

When Lao Song just jumped to the top of the bookshelf, the entire bookshelf shook, and the two of us were suddenly frightened.

Fortunately, this bookshelf is just shaking, and it is not as bloody as imagined, otherwise it would be a lot of fun today.

"It's time for you to lose weight." I looked at him seriously,

"I'll lose weight when I go back, I've gained a little weight recently." Old Song's face was solemn,

At this pace, we jumped four bookshelves in a row, and we were about to reach the fifth bookshelf.

But trouble came, and not in general,

The monks in the aisle also seemed to realize that it was not as easy to find us as they imagined.

So he began to make a move, sat down cross-legged, folded his hands, and chanted the Buddha's name in a deep voice.

"Nam no Amitabha"

The sound of chanting Buddha one after another, constantly echoing in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the voice is extremely low, and with an unconcealable weirdness,

As the evil monks chanted the Buddha, streams of black mist poured out of their mouths, as if they were alive, like poisonous snakes twisting their bodies.

The black mist did not float in the air, but slowly landed, forming a black mist the thickness of a thumb and a meter long.

I don't know what kind of mentality these monks have, you can let go of the black fog, a snake pretending to be a fart,

I saw that the black mist that fell to the ground, like snakes, crawled on the ground,

For a while, the entire floor of the Scripture Pavilion was filled with these things, and the evil monk kept spitting out black mist, causing these things to be countless.

These aren't the most painful things, because we're on top of the bookshelf, and no matter how good they are, they can climb up and kill us.

But the next scene broke me and Lao Song completely, and the black fog began to climb up quickly along the bookshelf, and the target was us,

Your uncle's evil monk, install radar in the black fog,,

"Jump, speed." Seeing this scene, Lao Song's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly shouted to me,

"Damn, these things are really making a fuss." I scolded in a low voice, I didn't dare to delay, and I jumped to the other side of happiness.

Lao Song followed closely behind, and when he saw that I was on the opposite side, he skipped over without saying a word.

Looking back, our hearts are half cold, but fortunately we move quickly, if we are slow, we will have to kneel

The fog had climbed to the top of the bookshelf we had just been, only a few seconds later than we were.

"There's still something down there, what to do." I looked down and saw that tears were about to come out,

A dense serpentine black mist surrounded us under the bookshelf we were, propping up as if looking at us,

Just when I was about to continue running and jumping to other bookshelves, Lao Song grabbed me,

"They don't seem to dare to come up." Lao Song said suspiciously, pointing to the black mist below,

I glanced down, and suddenly I was puzzled, what was going on,

The black fog did not climb up the bookshelf as before, but stood up motionless around the bookshelf, without any other movement.

"It's the role of the Great Lengyan Sutra." I exclaimed in unison with Lao Song, my face was overjoyed,

At this time, we also figured it out, according to the hints on the Seven Feelings Jade, the Dalenyan True Scripture is placed here,

Judging from the words in the Seven Emotions Jade, to expel the Rakshasa qi, we must use the Lengyan mantra in the Great Lengyan Sutra,

And these black fogs are obviously the so-called Rakshasa qi, and the monks are rushed by these things.

"The Great Lengyan True Scripture is nearby, let's hurry up and find them while they haven't come up now." I whispered,

Lao Song nodded, and began to search with me on the bookshelf,

I have to say, we can be regarded as broken jars, anyway, we have all been discovered, so let's die if we lower our voices and small movements.

How about showing up, biting us or cutting us, I beg you to take a watermelon knife and hack me to death,

Don't explain, kneel and beg for death, if you have the ability, you will come up, brothers are hob meat, please cut us,

Of course, these words have to be said in the heart, if you really say it and blow up these grandsons, it will be really cheap.

Here, I have to thank the predecessors who built the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, as well as the predecessors who engaged in decoration, and by the way, the predecessors who placed the scriptures.

Thank you very much, if it weren't for the quality of the bookshelves and so many scriptures,

As far as we are jumping up and down, we have already knocked down the bookshelves.

Like a monkey, he crawled over the bookshelf and crawled over, and after looking for a long time, he didn't find the legendary Dalenyan Sutra, which was wondering.

Judging from the current situation, 100% of the Great Lengyan True Scripture is here, but I just can't find it.

"If you are a Buddha, please give me some hints." Old Song shouted loudly, pious hands folded and bowed, praying that God would give us a hint,

Ten minutes later, Lao Song gave up praying, according to his words, the Buddha was busy playing cards with our Sanqing Ancestor Master, just four people gathered at a table, can manage us juniors, just kidding,

"Damn, Lao Tzu took the scriptures and stoned these grandsons to death." Lao Song prayed for a long time, but when he saw that there was no effect, he was angry and threw a few bamboo slips the thickness of an adult's arm from the bookshelf into the aisle.

The black fog has no substance, and the bamboo slips have no effect if they fall, and it is completely impossible to smash them to death.

At this moment, I inadvertently looked into the bookshelf, and happened to see that the position in the back of the bookshelf seemed to be a little reflective, just like the reflection of metal.

There is a play,