If this is in the Shaolin Temple, Sun Ning can assert that he has come to steal the secret book of martial arts.

What seventy-two stunts, what Yi Jin Sutra cleanses the marrow meridian, it makes people's hearts move when they think about it.

However, this is Hanshan Temple, and there are only thousands of various Buddhist scriptures hidden in the Scripture Pavilion, and it is difficult for even rats to steal things in it, let alone ordinary people.

The only explanation is that someone wanted to do something in it that caused a riot in the whole temple.

Sun Ning and Xiao Qian, who had made this judgment, quickly and quietly leaned over, and when they arrived in front of the hidden wooden door, they smelled a pungent smell at the same time.

Sun Ning twitched his nose quickly, and said in a deep voice: "It's the oil ......" as he spoke, pulling out the knife with one hand and pushing it slightly the door with the other.

With a creak, the wooden door of the Scripture Pavilion opened back, revealing the situation inside to the two of them in the afternoon sun.

Naturally, there are many scriptures stored in the Scripture Pavilion, all of which are neatly stacked on the slightly old bookshelves.

But now there are not only some dust accumulated over the years on these scriptures, but also some dark sticky stains that should not exist.

These stains are on the scriptures, on the shelves, and on the ground. And these stains finally extended to the wooden door, where there was a wooden barrel, which contained half a barrel of fire oil and a wooden scoop that made Sun Ning and the others frown.

The situation here is also very clear, someone took such a bucket of fire oil and spilled it on all the shelves and scriptures in the cabinet. Not only will many scriptures be destroyed because of this, but as long as a little spark falls, the entire scripture pavilion will be completely engulfed by flames in the blink of an eye.

And the fire, at this time, was already crumbling on the ceiling of the first floor of this scripture pavilion!

This is the root cause of Sun Ning's instant discoloration, only to see a rope hanging upside down on the ceiling, and at the lower end is a candle that is still burning at the thickness of an arm.

As the candle continued to burn, the flames had begun to devour the hemp rope above, and it seemed that the hemp rope was about to be burned.

As long as the rope is broken, the candle that has not yet burned out falls, coupled with the arrangement below, it only takes a few breaths, and the scripture pavilion accumulated by this Hanshan Temple for hundreds of years will be burned!

There was no time for Sun Ning and the others to think about it anymore, and after the two only quickly exchanged glances, they rushed into the door at the same time.

After stepping the ground with both feet, his body had already swept up quickly, and the blood wave in Sun Ning's hand slashed out, slashing straight towards the flame of the candle. The fierce sword wind swept away the flames, and the flames were extinguished in an instant.

After Xiao Qian stepped into the door, she turned around, raised her foot and kicked on the wooden barrel at the door, and sent one of them out of the door with skill. Then he followed Sun Ning's subsequent movements and stood up, swept out with a sword, and cut off the rope.

After the crisis was resolved cleanly, the two did not really relax, but Xiao Qian stood guard at the gate with a sword, while Sun Ning quickly followed the narrow wooden ladder that allowed only one person to go up and down, and went straight to the attic above.

There are three floors in this scripture pavilion, and no one dares to guarantee that the other party will only have this arrangement on the ground floor, and there is even a possibility that the guy is still here, just above their heads.

Therefore, when Sun Ning went up, he was also extra vigilant, the blood waves were across his chest, and when he went up to the second floor, the moment he probed, he also danced a knife flower on the top of his head.

However, this vigilance did not help, and there was nothing on the second floor except for the same bookshelves and shelves full of scriptures.

After Sun Ning glanced at it, he didn't linger, and continued to go up the wooden ladder to the third floor.

This side is much more empty, there are only three or five bookshelves, and there are only dozens of scriptures sparsely placed on the shelves, and there is nothing else.

On the other hand, there are also a few tables and futons, set up near the window, obviously to facilitate the monks in the temple to check the scriptures on weekdays, and at this time there are still half of the windows open.

Seeing this, Sun Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

Obviously, the guy was still very confident in his arrangement, and felt that as long as the mechanism worked, the arrangement on the ground floor of the attic alone would be enough to turn the Scripture Pavilion into ruins.

It was just that as soon as he took a breath, a new doubt arose in Sun Ning's heart—what was the benefit to him of burning the Hidden Scripture Pavilion?

This person is scheming, just to burn down such a scripture pavilion, and the impact on the entire Hanshan Temple is too small, and it is completely out of step with the big conspiracy he envisioned......

Just as he was in doubt, suddenly there was a tooth-sore friction and buzzing outside, but Sun Ning's heart suddenly froze!

Immediately, he threw himself in front of the row of tables, and looked out through the still open window, and immediately he saw an astonishing scene—

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was originally built on the edge of a hill on the outside of this temple, and the height of the three floors was still a long way from the bell tower on the top of the hill.

But looking up from the three-story attic was enough for Sun Ning to see the situation above.

I saw that on the bell tower, there were several guys dressed as monks, and on the outermost side, in front of the huge bronze bell weighing thousands of pounds, there were more than a dozen burly men who were busy carefully and quickly.

They were sawing the five or six feet high, which was used to hang the whole bell, and as they fiddled like this, the bell began to tilt continuously, and someone needed to hold it hard, and those burly men were trying their best to stabilize the bell!

The buzzing and grinding sound that Sun Ning heard just now came from the movement of the bronze bell, but the saw sound had long been muffled.

Is this trying to steal this big bell that has been passed down for thousands of years in Hanshan Temple?

Sun Ning first came up with such an inexplicable conjecture, but was immediately denied by himself.

Not to mention that in front of tens of thousands of people outside, who can have such a great ability to steal such a big bell, just the weight of a few thousand catties of the bell itself cannot be transported by just a dozen or twenty people.

So what was the purpose of their demolition of the bell?

After turning his mind again, a terrible thought was quickly born, which made Sun Ning's face change instantly, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and there was a long howl: "Qian'er, go to the bell tower!" ”

At the same time as the whistle came out, the others had already rushed out, and smashed the wooden window in front of them in one fell swoop, and after a pause in the air, one hand was already pressed on the mountain wall in front of him, and with a little force, he quickly rose and rushed straight towards the top of the bell tower.

The situation was urgent, Sun Ning couldn't take care of anything anymore, and he couldn't even wait to turn around and go downstairs, make a detour with Xiao Qian, and then go up to the bell tower.

Because he had already guessed what the purpose of these guys was to tear down the bell, they were actually planning to let the bell fall and press it down to the temple below, and even kill the thousands of people outside the temple!