The glow of the sun flowed through the pine forest, reflecting dark shadows. It is like the shadow of a pine tree, and it is like the shadow of a glow.

Under the rocks, mountain springs rush and make the sound of gurgling water. As soon as it enters the ear, it already feels clear and sweet.

If you don't go all the way, it's hard to believe that this blessed land with winding paths in the mountains is actually high in the sky, on a floating island supported by Taoism.

Tibetan Temple.

If you look up the moss-covered stone steps, you can see the mountain gate at a high point, and a plaque with gold characters hanging under the cornice.

Niu Hao didn't know those three words.

It's just that the atrium and the Taoist courtyard have already gone through. The only thing left is this Tibetan temple.

In the atrium, how many people have been rescued from dozens of Taoist monasteries?

Niu Hao didn't count it, and the Taoist chief didn't count it either.

It is estimated that more than 1,000 people have it.

With sharp legs and feet, he was taken directly to the mountain gate of Futian by the tree spirit Changxiu, and stepped on the rainbow bridge made of the flower god tree and went down the mountain.

If there is an injury on the body, it will be healed on the spot by the birth mother and Qingping.

Walking into the mountain gate, the huge Tibetan scripture courtyard is quiet, and there are few voices. There are no other Taoist monasteries where disciples who have fallen into evil and gone crazy are holding torches and lighting fires everywhere.

In the Tibetan Academy, there were not many disciples.

The collection of scriptures and canons is full of sweat and canons, and the list is endless.

Accustomed to killing all the way, the empty and quiet courtyard in front of me makes people uncomfortable.

The pointed ears gestured at the mountain ghosts under their hands, and they scattered and waited for them.

Niu Hao took a step, walked to the middle of the front yard, looked at the few people who were following him, took a deep breath, and shouted:

"Wise Daoist!"

Voices echoed through the empty front yard, and no one was heard answering.

Niu Hao said again:

"The disciple is doing right, and he is sent by the Taoist Master Mingjing to come and help!"

No one came out to look at it or make a voice to answer.

Could it be that when he found that the catastrophe of Kongming Mountain was coming, the wise Taoist took the disciples of the Tibetan Scripture Academy and left?

The Wise Daoist has an old wound on his body that does not heal, and he will not be able to practice the exercises from now on. However, the Wise Daoist is still the Mirror Daoist, the senior brother of the Bright Moon Immortal Master.

With the ability of the wise Dao master, even if he does not use the Empty Ming Technique, ordinary people are by no means his opponents.

A few mountain ghosts climbed over the wall and reached forward.

Then, a mountain ghost gestured to the pointed ears and the pious woman.

The pious girl said to Niu Hao:

"There are people in the inner courtyard. A dozen. At...... Moving?"

It's easy to have someone.

Niu Hao said to the pious girl:

"Tell the mountain ghosts, don't kill without permission. ”

The pious woman gestured to the mountain ghosts at the top of the wall, and the mountain ghosts cautiously continued to approach.

Pushing open the courtyard door, the big man strode inside.

Niu Hao grabbed the big guy.

In front of me, I couldn't see anything in the emptiness.

Looking into the courtyard, I could see more than a dozen disciples of the Tibetan Scripture Academy, tying up the scriptures and putting them into wooden boxes.

The inner courtyard is not large, it is the front yard of a scripture building, and most of it is used to dry scriptures.

Niu Hao and his entourage, who were standing outside the courtyard gate, were only a dozen zhang away from the busy disciples in the courtyard.

Niu Hao could even see the exhaustion written on the faces of those disciples.

However, those disciples of the Tibetan Scripture Academy turned a blind eye to the group of people who appeared in front of the gate of the courtyard.

Niu Hao reached out and picked a bamboo leaf by the door and threw it in.

The bamboo leaves floated into the courtyard, and suddenly they were set on fire by something, and they burst out orange-red fire. In the blink of an eye, it was charred black and sprinkled on the ground.

The big man grinned, frightened and took another step back.

Enchantment?

Niu Hao turned his head sideways and looked at both sides of the courtyard wall.

In the corner, you can see the magic circle laid out.

The Wise Dao Master can't be like the Mirror Dao Leader, who can use the Empty Ming Exercise to form an enchantment at any time. However, the wise Taoist will set up a formation, and he can also form an enchantment to keep the enemy out of the gate.

In order to prevent the disciples of the Tibetan Academy from seeing the enemy coming to the door, they panicked. The barrier also blocks out the sound of the outside, the sight of the outside.

However, I'm here to help, not a bad person.

Niu Hao didn't know what to do all of a sudden.

Knocking on the door, shouting, the people inside the barrier can't hear or see.

Niu Hao didn't know what kind of enchantment the wise Dao chief had formed, and he didn't dare to trespass rashly.

The disciples in the inner courtyard put the arranged scriptures into wooden boxes, tied them firmly on the left and right, and carried them up the mountain on their shoulders.

More than a dozen disciples of the Tibetan Scripture Academy were gone, and the magic circle that flickered in the corner of the inner courtyard was extinguished in an instant.

Niu Hao could feel that the magic circle in front of him disappeared in an instant, but he still picked another bamboo leaf and threw it in.

Bamboo leaves fluttered around and fell into the yard.

It's really okay.

Niu Hao took a step and was about to walk in, He Mengxiong grabbed Niu Hao, reached out and uprooted the bamboo with leaves and rods next to the door, and stretched it into the door.

In He Mengxiong's opinion, these Taoist priests in Kongmingshan used these methods far more ferocious than the punches and kicks he used with the big guys.

He and the big guys used to break people's arms and break their legs at most.

These Taoist priests in Kongming Mountain will kill people as soon as they make a move.

And he didn't even leave you a chance to rescue, and he just threw the bones into ashes.

He Mengxiong held a bamboo pole in his hand, kept probing, and walked into the courtyard.

In the library building, there are books everywhere that have not had time to be cleaned up, and they are thrown everywhere.

Those disciples picked out the most important and most reluctant scriptures in the library building, packed them and took them away.

But where can they get there?

The way out of the Tibetan Scripture Institute was behind Niu Hao. The disciples of the Tibetan Scripture Institute carried a box full of scriptures on their backs and went into the mountains.

Isn't that going further and further?

The point is, where is the wise man.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Tibetan Scripture Institute is now quiet and has not yet been affected by the sudden disaster, Niu Hao wants to leave with the Wise Daoist and send him to the Futian Lower Courtyard and to the side of the Mirror Daoist.

Niu Hao led people and followed the disciples of the Tibetan Academy to continue walking.

A dozen disciples sent away the boxed scrolls, returned and entered another scripture building.

The task of those disciples was to sift through all the precious scriptures that could never be discarded and to transport them away.

Seeing the enchantment woven in front of the Tibetan Scripture Building, Niu Hao couldn't help but feel anxious for a while.

If these disciples of the Tibetan Academy were allowed to go down building by building, how much time would it take?

Niu Hao has a lot of work, and it doesn't matter how long he waits.

Will the mastermind behind the disaster that led Kongming Mountain wait?

Dozens of monasteries in the atrium either lit up with billowing smoke or dragged the flames down, leaving only one Tibetan monastery.

Is that guy really going to give up on that?

He would never.

Niu Hao couldn't help it, pulled his neck and shouted:

"Wise Daoist, disciple Zhengxing, please come out!"

The voice resounded in the Tibetan Courtyard, and there was no response.

Niu Hao had a feeling that the wise Taoist actually heard it, but he didn't make a sound.