"I'll tell you, only a small part of those who are fighting are really dead because of traps. The vast majority of the www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion are stunned young people like you, inexperienced, and still want to save face, and finally drag their bodies down alive. ”

I'm sweating profusely now, how can I still listen to his words, and hurriedly said: "I.. Do it yourself. ”

I really didn't expect this to happen. In this environment, the slightest glitch can break you. After treating the wounds on my feet, I tore off a few strips of cloth from my clothes and wrapped them around my feet to prevent infection.

The monk was idle and bored, so he took out Miss Pan's repeating crossbow and studied it. I didn't look closely before, but now I noticed that this seemingly ordinary short crossbow, except for the crossbow wings and crossbow strings, the rest of the crossbow body was actually made of Ugin!

It's not just me, even the monks have just found out. He took the crossbow in his hand and couldn't help smacking his tongue: "I always thought this thing was a stall, but I didn't expect that girl to have such great ability." Where did she get this? ”

I took it, and this Ugin crossbow was very weighty in my hand, and the style was not outstanding, and it was even a little retro. But the key thing is that I found a gilt pattern on the crossbow arm, Bamboo King Qing.

The monk speculated that this Ugin crossbow should not be a product of this era, and it was likely that Miss Pan's group stole it from some tomb.

"I said Chang Shan, before your master came, didn't tell you about the contents of the Buddha scroll? What does the 'reincarnation' mean in this Buddha scroll? "The monk has asked this question at least three times.

I sighed, "Don't talk about the content, I haven't even seen that Buddha scroll, and Master is gone." ”

The monk said angrily: "The three Buddha scrolls, this one in Lao Tzu's hand, are useless at all." What a fucking bad luck. ”

I persuaded him that it could be that your friend had a problem translating. Didn't Miss Pan say that? Those people are Mahayana, and on this Buddha scroll is Hinayana . Maybe your friend only knows a lot, and he hasn't deciphered the key points.

The monk was stunned by what I said, and finally agreed: "There is this possibility." I said that the kid was spitting and spitting, damn it, that's what happened. ”

However, even if it is true, it will not change our current situation. After all, neither of us understands that kind of Sanskrit that is a headache.

"Monk, you really want to know. Doesn't Miss Pan also have a Buddhist scroll in her hand? You can ask her for clarification. I teased.

The monk looked in the direction of the door of the stone room, and then shook his head: "Forget it." I've learned that girl's temper once. Asking her is also in vain. ”

In the midst of the small talk between the two of us, we had rested for less than an hour, and our clothes had been almost dried. The monk made a few torches out of the only remaining oil of kerosene. It won't last long, but it should be enough to wait for us to find a replacement.

Miss Pan in the stone room was already ready. We packed up our things, and the three of us followed the stone staircase and continued deeper into the darkness beneath our feet.

I can't remember how many layers this staircase has. At first, the three of them were very cautious, but the further down they went, the more numb they became. It wasn't until the torch in my hand was changed twice that the stone staircase came to an end.

The monk was about to vomit and scolded, "We should be at the bottom of the Buddha statue now." , which idiot opened the entrance on it? Isn't this a blind toss? ”

Descending the stone staircase, a two-man high door appeared in front of us. The door is wooden and dyed vermilion. Upon approaching, I noticed that the lock on the door had been picked open, and a gap had been staggered between the two doors. On the left side of the door is a wordless tablet carried by a scumbag. Above the door, there is a plaque. The plaque is written in Sanskrit, and I don't know the monk.

"Strange, how can there be a plaque in this place? Pan girl, what is written on this? The monk asked.

Miss Pan frowned and asked him, "You have also been a monk, and you can't even recognize it in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?" ”

The monk was immediately choked. I'm stealing fun next to me, and my heart says what's going on, I'm finally disgusted, right?

After speaking, Miss Pan ignored him and took the lead in pushing the door into the stone room. The monk said depressedly: "See, this girl must be a dog, catch whoever bites." ”

I knew in my heart that she must still be angry that the monk had tied her up, so now she is raising the bar with him everywhere.

This stone room is much larger than the ones we have seen before, and the stone room is neatly lined with rows and rows of bookshelves. This kind of bookshelf is divided into three layers, upper, middle and lower, and each layer is filled with Buddhist scrolls.

"So much?"

As soon as I entered, I was taken aback by the sheer number of scriptures here. I never expected that such a huge number of Buddha scrolls would be hidden in a mere Yelang country. This shows how much importance the Yoro royal family attaches to Buddhism.

I was walking among the rows of bookshelves full of Buddhist scrolls, and I was feeling emotional, when I suddenly heard the shouts of the monks. Only then did I realize that I had unknowingly separated from the two of them. When I walked around the rows of bookshelves and found him and Miss Pan, I found that the monk was excitedly checking the bookshelf in front of him.

"Changshan, we're going to send it this time!"

The monk pointed to the things on the bookshelf, and his mouth was happy to the root of his ears. I said in my heart, what is this guy yelling about? When I walked over and took a look, I found that this row of bookshelves was indeed a little different. This bookshelf is not filled with Buddhist scrolls, but palm-sized boxes.

I was stunned for a moment and asked him, "Is this, Linglong Baohan?" ”

The monk smiled and said, "You kid is quite knowledgeable. ”

I was stunned, and my heart said Isn't there only three? Why did so many pop up all at once? There must be at least a hundred letters on this shelf. Could it be that all these treasures are those Buddha scrolls?

The monk saw that I was stunned and didn't speak, so he took out a treasure letter from the bookshelf and handed it to me: "Don't patronize it, open it and take a look, don't you know?" ”

I took it, but when I opened it, I found that it was no longer a stacked scroll, but a whitish ball with a very strange texture that I had never seen before.

"What is this?" I didn't recognize the origin of this thing for a while.

Miss Pan suddenly said: "Buddha bone relics, the treasure of the Buddhist family." ”

I stared at the contents of the treasure letter and said to myself, "This is a relic?" I have always heard people say that relics are sacred relics of Buddhism, but I have never seen them.

"My God, are all these treasures full of Buddha bone relics?" I thought to myself, how many eminent monks do you have to die to gather so many relics?

The monk rolled his eyes at me and said, "Where do you want to go?" So many of them should be bone relics, do you know what this concept is? Even if all the monks of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple are added up and burned together, it will not be half of it, and this is still plus sweeping the floor. If you want me to say, there must be only a very small number of bone relics among them, and the rest are hair relics and meat relics. Otherwise, Yelang's monks were all burned, who would still be a monk? ”