Seriously, when the Master of Paper Kite first saw the black crystal ruler, his first reaction was: Uncle Wuneng is probably old and confused, right? No, no, Uncle Wuneng must be old and confused!

Otherwise, how could such an obvious stall be regarded as a magic weapon and enshrined in the Black Academy?

Let's take a look at the twenty or so magic artifacts that his old man bought back from the Hook Xuan Pavilion...... It's really Amitabha Buddha, it's good, it's all worthless stalls!

Therefore, the Master of Paper Kite did not place the magic weapon on the key formation eye of the formation enchantment of the Black Academy as explained by Zen Master Wuneng, but casually threw it into the pile of old papers in the attic of the academy.

As a place for the abbot to meet and entertain guests on a daily basis, the Black Academy is rarely open unless there are no important guests. In the attic of the Black Academy, there are Zen notes and haiku poems left by some great monks in the temple in the past.

Although these works were also left by eminent monks, they were not important classics and could not be placed in the Scripture Pavilion, so they had to be piled up in the attic of the Black Academy.

Naturally, the elders of the Black Academy couldn't have enough to eat, and they thought about sorting out these Zen notes and haiku poetry collections.

So, piled up in the attic, it is impossible for anyone to clean it up for 180 years.

As a result, I didn't expect that after only two or three nights, something happened!

At night, there would be a strange noise in the attic of the Black Academy, like someone reciting scriptures or chanting haiku.

But as soon as someone went up to the attic, there was no movement at all, not even a fart.

For two days in a row, the monks of the Black Academy were frightened enough.

The Master of Paper Kite went through some thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, thoughts, day and night, and guesses...... In the end, it was thought that it was mostly related to the dark crystal ruler he casually threw in the attic.

So he took the black crystal ruler down from the attic.

Sure enough, of course, at night, there was really no movement at all in the first half of the night.

But in the second half of the night, I heard all kinds of haiku and curses coming from the attic of the Black Academy, and some voices were crying bitterly, saying that if the turtle grandson of the Paper Kite Master did not return the Black Crystal Ruler to them, they would tear down the entire Black Academy......

The paper kite master rushed into the attic with courage, but without even seeing the figure, he was pulled off several beards and eyebrows, so frightened that he crawled and ran away with the black crystal ruler.

As a last resort, I came to the abbot Otani Shirakusu early this morning to discuss.

The abbot was also speechless about the stupid behavior of the paper kite, but after all, the Black Academy was the most important ancient building of Honganji, so he couldn't watch it be demolished by some inexplicable monsters, right?

Zen Master Wuneng looked thoughtfully at the Master of Paper Kite and asked, "Are you sure that this situation only occurred after the black crystal ruler was lost in the attic?"

The Master of the Paper Kite replied with some shame, "Yes!"

"In this way, I have some conjectures......" Zen Master Wuneng nodded, his eyes swept over the monks present, "You all go with me to the Black Academy to have a look, right?"

Monk Zhiguang, the elder of the White Academy, was the first to respond: "Listen to Uncle Shi! Let's go together to see what kind of monsters and ghosts dare to mess around in Honganji!"

The abbot Otani Baixiu and the elder of the Feiyun Pavilion, Monk Zhiling, did not say anything, but they did not refuse, and got up together and followed behind Monk Zhiguang.

Only the monk in the temple was too lazy to make this trip: "Thank you brothers, I won't go! It's already time, and I still have to arrange the daily ...... in the temple."

The other great monks didn't pay much attention to it, the monks in charge of the temple were mainly responsible for the daily arrangements in the temple, mainly for secular affairs, and their cultivation in Buddhism and supernatural powers was much worse than the other few people here, even if they followed, it would be useless.

So, under the guidance of the Venerable Paper Kite, the old monk Wuneng, the big Gu Baixiu, the big monk Zhiling, and the big monk Zhiguang went all the way to the Black Academy and went straight to the attic.

The Zhiguang monk of the White Academy stepped forward and opened the sliding door of the attic, and couldn't help but let out a "huh" sound.

The Paper Kite Master was already up and down in his heart, but when he suddenly heard a "huh", he couldn't help but become even more nervous, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Monk Zhiguang smiled and said: "I thought that no one cleaned this attic all the year round, and after opening it, it must be a rotten and choking smell of mildew ash, but I didn't expect Senior Brother Paper Kite to be so conscientious on weekdays, and he would clean the attic so clean......

The paper kite's cheeks twitched a few times and said, "I didn't let people clean it!"

Hearing him say this, several great monks present also felt that the situation was a little unusual.

Since it wasn't the Paper Kite Master who sent someone to clean it, who else could have done it? It must have been the work of a youkai who suddenly appeared in the attic......

Are they all good monsters who love to be neat and hygienic?

Abbot Otani Baixiu's gaze swept into the attic, but he didn't find anything abnormal, he looked at the old monk Wuneng with some surprise: "Uncle, this ......"

Zen Master Wuneng walked straight in, took the black crystal ruler neatly placed on the table in his hand, and cast the Buddha Kingdom in his palm, temporarily sealing the breath of the black crystal ruler.

Suddenly, the aura in the entire attic became a little different.

At first, faint voices came from the books piled up in different corners: "Wang Ba, he is a green ball, these bald cubs in Honganji Temple are really his grandmother's generation is not as good as the generation, and he doesn't even understand the minimum respect for the old and the virtuous!"

As soon as they heard this voice, all the monks present turned green!

Because of this voice, they are too familiar - it is actually the abbot of the previous two generations, the abbot Shengru Zen Master.

The holy abbot is a legend in the temple for nearly a hundred years, is the existence of being named an earl, he is the grandfather of the abbot of this generation, the existence of the old urchin, the big monk, the middle monk, and the small monk in the temple have not been teased by him.

I thought that this old monk had been dead for more than thirty years, but I didn't expect to appear in this black academy today!

Including the contemporary abbot Otani Baixiu and Zen Master Wuneng, everyone gasped, but in their hearts they suddenly said: It turned out to be the ghost of the ancestor three generations ago! In this way, this prank generally made the paper kite master disgraced, and it really looked like the method used by the old monk Shengru when he was alive......

On the contrary, the Venerable Master of the Paper Kite, who had experienced the pain of his skin, looked incredulous: "This is impossible! The Holy Zen Master has already passed away in bliss, how can there be ghosts left in the world? This is simply impossible!!"