After reading patiently for half an hour, I let out a long sigh, flipped my hand over, and closed the scripture.

Don't talk nonsense about working hard or not, I've tried hard, but the result is that Mao's comprehension is not there!

Go, it's all specious words, it seems that no matter how you understand it, it's blocked at both ends, anyway, what people say makes sense.

However, I didn't get any inspiration from these words, let alone exorcism, and it turned out that I really wasn't the material for studying Buddhism, so I had better stop as soon as possible.

He got up, put the books back in place, bowed to the shelves, and said the two words that had been prepared a long time ago.

"Farewell!"

After saying this, I walked out without looking back, whoever wants to study this thing will study it, anyway, I won't do it.

"Amitabha, good, good, donor, please stay."

An extremely old voice suddenly sounded.

I was so frightened that I hung and fell, and hurriedly held on to the wall next to me, so that I could stabilize my body, and my heart was full of horror.

Since entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the most important thing to pay attention to is the surrounding movements, and I have repeatedly confirmed that I am the only one between the bookshelves, and now, why is there a sound?

I took a few breaths against the wall, and instead of looking back, I asked, "Who are you?" ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk 'Ancient Mirror', is an old monk guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, since the donor entered from the main gate, it is the destined person selected by the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, how can he leave after only reading a volume of scriptures, isn't he missing a great opportunity?"

My body just shook, and sure enough, there were old monks hidden in the scripture pavilion.

Slowly turned around and looked at the bookshelf, and my eyelids jumped.

On the broken wooden chair I had just sat on, I don't know when an extra fat monk came.

He sat there, with a shiny ring scar on his big bald head, a long silver-white beard under his chin, and two longevity eyebrows were also silver-white, and he was really an old monk.

If he takes off his beard and looks like a smiling Maitreya Buddha, he has a big belly.

I was worried that the broken chair wouldn't be able to hold his weight.

The old monk was smiling at me.

But I took a few steps back, changed color and said, "You're not human?" ”

In my eyes, the old monk was faintly bubbling with black gas.

After dealing with Yin Spirits, I have come up with a few rules.

The Yin Spirit is either Yin Wind or Black Qi around it, this thing is different from the living, maybe only my awakened eyes with some kind of ability can be observed, ordinary people can't see it, so just a glance, it confirmed the identity of the old monk Yin Ling.

"Huh? Good, good, the donor can be selected by the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it is really extraordinary, just at a glance I can see through the poor monk's background, admire!

To tell the truth, the poor monk passed away a thousand years ago, and only the ghost remains here to manage the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and the thousand-year history of Falong Temple is in the eyes of the poor monk. ”

The old monk didn't mean to hide it at all, and explained the situation directly.

"Don't be afraid, the poor monk is a monk, sweeping the floor does not hurt the lives of ants, cherishing the moth gauze lamp, the reason why he appeared is to give guidance to the donor, lest you enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed."

He looked at me kindly.

"I see, the Master of the Ancient Mirror turned out to be a monk thousands of years ago? Thousands of years like a day of guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I should say the word admiration, but, I've tried, not the material for learning Buddhist scriptures, and there is no waste of effort to delay here. ”

I felt a little steady, and I spread my hands to express helplessness.

"Hahaha, the donor is in a hurry, and he is too anxious, the so-called Fa Chuan is destined to be a person, since the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has opened the door to you for convenience, it is to fancy your qualifications, how can it not be done?

Shi is mainly in no hurry, and the poor monk suggests that you stay here more;

If you are not mistaken, the yin qi around the donor is entangled, I'm afraid that he will not be cursed? Come to think of it, the donor wants to learn the Buddhist method of exorcising evil spirits, right? ”

The old monk looked at me with a golden light flashing in his eyes, and said this to the point.

I was shocked, this is the second master after Li Daochang to see at a glance that I have hit the evil spirit, hey, no, he is not a human, that is, an 'extremely clever Yin Spirit'.

"What the Master of the Ancient Mirror said is exactly the problem I encountered, I wonder if the master is willing to give me some advice?"

I love it.

"I can't talk about pointing out the maze, but the poor monk can tell you a shortcut, so that you don't get lost in hundreds of millions of volumes of scriptures, and if you want to learn the magic method of exorcising evil spirits, you need to go to the top and get the book."

He gestured to the top of the bookshelf.

"Upper?"

I looked up.

"That's right, it's the Dharma hidden in the top scriptures, as for whether you can see it? If you look at those books, you can see what you should see, and if you don't, it's ordinary scriptures;

At this point, the donor poured himself, and the poor monk went to inspect all parts of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. ”

With that, the fat monk turned into a light and shadow, and disappeared from my eyes in a flash.

The Yin Spirits will do this, and I'm not surprised.

"Congratulations to the Master of the Ancient Mirror."

Hurriedly bowed in the direction where he had disappeared.

When people show up and give me advice, I have to show respect and gratitude.

And no response came.

I slowly straightened up, my eyes sweeping to the top of the shelf.

"Fifteen or sixteen meters high, how can this go up?"

Walking around the bookshelves, there are too many bookshelves, and they are like a labyrinth in a huge space.

Half an hour later, I found a triangular ladder.

There is a triangular ladder five feet high.

"I have to do this to get in touch with the scriptures above, huh? Got it. ”

Full of joy, he moved the triangular ladder.

The wooden ladder that looks so heavy is actually not heavy, but with my small body, I can actually move? It made me overjoyed.

Even so, I was out of breath from the exhaustion of moving the ladder to the intended position.

After sitting on the ground to eat and drink, and resting for a while, he regained some strength, fixed the triangular ladder, and climbed up.

For some reason, when I climbed the ladder, a similar image popped up in the depths of my memory.

Not a triangular ladder but a rope ladder!

The environment is very scary, surrounded by rolling green mist, and my daughter 2000 gold is lying on my back, the weird thing is that her face is cracked, her eyes are flashing with a strange light, and she doesn't look like a person.

What's even weirder is that there's a fist-sized ...... in the leather bag I'm carrying, donkey? And a slap-sized bat?

"What the hell is this?"

Before I could figure it out, the illusion had dissipated.

Lying on the triangular ladder, I rubbed my temples in distress: "What's wrong with my head, why do you jump out of the strange picture at every turn?"

Why should I climb the rope ladder in the green mist? Also, how did the baby girl's two thousand gold become a yin spirit? And what about the pocket-sized donkey and the bat? ”

My head ached faintly, and I hurriedly stopped thinking, realizing that I couldn't think about it too much, otherwise I would fall into it.

"There are more and more mysteries on my body, not to mention these strange pictures, just to say that this can be night vision and can bring the eyes of the picture closer, it makes people feel confused."

After a half-subdued sound, I cleared my thoughts and continued to climb the triangular ladder.