"Books are the food of mankind, how can they be so wasted!"

Ruan Zun is a person who cherishes books very much. In his previous life, he regretted his future because he was not admitted to college and high school, so in his spare time, he especially liked to read books to supplement himself, and he was hungry for self-study and reading. And he did get a lot of fun from the book.

Following Boss Zou, they stole and sold antiques and cultural relics, and all kinds of ancient books and ancient books obtained by this group were also handed over to Ruan Zun for study. Over time, Ruan Zun not only learned many ancient books and characters, but even came into contact with many hidden and magical secrets recorded in some ancient books.

What is the core competitiveness, reading, reading ancient books, and knowing ancient characters is Ruan Zun's core competitiveness.

Readers, what they love most is books. Therefore, when he saw the mess of scriptures everywhere, he first felt a heartache.

Leaning down, a local will scatter books, pick up, pat clean, tidy. Not long after, outside the door of this scripture pavilion, several neat piles of scriptures have been piled up, and none of them are scattered.

At this time, Ruan Zun had time to take a closer look at this scripture pavilion. The plaque above the main entrance of this place is in tatters and falls in half to the ground. Outside the gate, overgrown with weeds, damp and dilapidated.

The Pavilion occupies a large area and is built with purple walls in the style of cornices, which looks like a two-story building. But it was so dilapidated that even the gate was half collapsed. Inside and outside the gate, even on the floor, there were a lot of books and papers.

Looking at the dilapidated portal, Ruan Zun couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

This kind of place is usually not visited by anyone at all. The so-called guard guard, to some extent, is just a symbol.

"It seems that Yang Zhi is not a true lover of books, he came here just to find the book of cultivation. For other books, so scattered and ruined, they just turn a blind eye. Ruan Zun said in his heart.

Holding a few piles of scriptures that had been sorted out, I entered through the empty opening under the inverted gate, and it was dark inside, and a musty smell came to my nose.

The eyes quickly adjusted to the dimness inside. The situation inside is not much better than outside. Cobwebs were thick, dust was piling up, rats and cockroaches were rampant, there were broken and scattered scriptures everywhere, and large shelves were ruined and lying upside down.

Seeing this situation, Ruan Zun was quite heartbroken. It turned out that after only being inspired by the murals on the first to third floors of Longxing Pagoda, I suddenly felt that I needed to explore the classics of this Baozhu Temple since the establishment of the temple, and maybe I could show some secrets of Longxing Pagoda. Now, he feels that whether it has anything to do with Longxing Pagoda or not, he has the responsibility and obligation to come to this trip.

Better, the place where this scripture pavilion is located was originally built according to the regulations of a small temple, and the roof was not broken, so that it did not suffer from rainwater flooding.

Walking to the middle of the pavilion, standing in front of a broken bookshelf, his spiritual power was lucky, and a burst of demonic killing intent emanated from his body, spreading rapidly to all around.

Suddenly, all kinds of chirping sounds could be heard, and from all corners of the pavilion and under the books, a large number of snakes, insects, rats, ants, spiders, cockroaches, and so on poured out, as if they sensed a huge danger, and they all fled out lifelessly.

Soon, the pavilion fell silent, so quiet that you could hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground.

Then, starting from the nearest place, he picked up a local scripture book and stacked it neatly. The broken bookshelves on the ground were dismantled by him, pieced together a few times, and turned into bookcases.

All kinds of books, after being organized, are neatly placed in the bookcase.

When the guards and bandits outside the pavilion heard the noise, they sent someone in to take a look, and when they saw him doing this, they laughed, went out again, and said to the other guards: "It's okay, he is sorting out the scriptures in the pavilion, and he is still cleaning." ”

The monks and bandits laughed at each other, and laughter continued to pass in through the broken doors and windows.

Ruan Zun didn't care, and kept tidying up. As far as he could see, these books were indeed scriptures, not even half of them were related to spiritual power cultivation or spiritual skills, they were all scriptures, ordinary scriptures. No wonder it can't attract the attention of monks and bandits or the spiritual priests who come and go.

After tidying up, Ruan Zun walked out. I found a broom and a dustpan, and little by little I cleaned all kinds of dust, cobwebs, snake and insect feces on the floor.

Outside, a monk and bandit asked strangely: "Is this person really the second leader of Peach Blossom Mountain?" Isn't it the small worker that the master of Deng Dazhai spent a few taels of silver to hire outside?"

The monks and bandits laughed.

It took most of the day's work, and I didn't even eat lunch, and finally cleaned this piece of scripture pavilion. The quirks of the reader never like the place where he reads, messy and dirty.

At this time, after cleaning out the dirt, washing his hands, and eating some dry food in the gift ring, Ruan Zun returned to the Scripture Pavilion, sat next to one of the boxes of books, and picked up the top scripture book.

The name of this sutra is called "Huayan Sutra", a Buddhist scripture that is too ordinary to be ordinary. On the first floor of Longxing Tower, there is a mural, and the scene is a monk, reciting this scripture.

An Ran sat down, unfolded the scriptures, and Ruan Zun began to flip through them.

(End of chapter)

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