Zhao Tiancheng quickly entered the second floor along the wooden staircase, the entire second floor is much smaller than the first floor, although it is also a row of bookshelves, but there are not many books on it, and some places are still empty.

There are labels on the front of each stack of books, but unfortunately they are all written in Tibetan, and Zhao Tiancheng doesn't know any of them.

Looking at the room full of books, Zhao Tiancheng was a little dumbfounded, Zhao Tiancheng didn't know the names of these books, and it would take a lot of effort to get all these books into the stone room.

Zhao Tiancheng listened to the noise that was approaching outside, and unceremoniously started the raid. Zhao Tiancheng didn't care what kind of book it was, it was a stretch, and all the books he encountered were all in the stone room, and many of the stone rooms at this time were obtained from the Lagma Monastery, and they had not been sorted out, but now it was good, the whole stone room was full of messy books, and some martial arts were recorded in four or five or even more books, but because of the chaos put together, they couldn't be put together at all, and it would be enough for Zhao Tiancheng to sort it out in the future.

It only took a long time to clean up the two bookshelves in front of them, but the people outside had obviously found the corpse lying outside the book room, and Zhao Tiancheng could hear the footsteps coming in a hurry.

Knowing that there was no time, Zhao Tiancheng rushed towards the interior of the second floor, and just past the three bookshelves, he saw an old monk with his back to him.

"Could it be that this person is the only grandmaster of the Tubo Kingdom?" Zhao Tiancheng rushed forward without worry, because the old monk's head had obviously turned into a skeleton. I don't know how long I've been dead. Probably even when he announced the retreat, he knew that his end had come.

rushed to the old monk's side and saw three books placed in front of him, Zhao Tiancheng unceremoniously put all the three books away. Can you be favored by a grandmaster and master in martial arts?

At this time, on the first floor of the classic room, Zhao Tiancheng could already hear the sound of wooden planks being trampled. Directly threw the old monk's body into the stone room, unceremoniously put on the old monk's red robe, put on a hat, turned his back to the stairs on the first floor, and gently knocked on the wooden fish.

Just when Zhao Tiancheng had just finished all this, there was a rush of footsteps going upstairs, although he didn't look back. But Zhao Tiancheng also knew who came up.

"Hmph, who let you in? Don't you know this is a forbidden place?" the old voice sounded, and he didn't know where it came from.

Kampot was the leader of the pair. After searching around to no avail, they happened to arrive at the book room, but they didn't expect that the entire book room was in a mess, and a monk fell to the ground. He also carries a long sword. Kampot turned the man over and saw the sword piercing from the side and back into the heart and then through the chest, very accurately, without a trace of the rest of the wound, it was obvious that the sword was fast and steady. When he saw the face of the monk, Kampot was taken aback, this person was none other than Grand Master Renqing, one of the two disciples of the only grandmaster in Tibet. The martial arts cultivation is extremely high, and the supreme mudra of Tantric Buddhism is superb, and there are few opponents in the whole of Tibet. Later, because of the Great Master's retreat, he and his junior disciple Rinzen guarded the book room. It only comes out once in a while. Kampot, who was in charge of the security of the book room, had seen him a few times.

Every time he faced him, there was a feeling of no fighting back, as if life was under the control of the other party, he didn't expect such a person to die under someone else's sword.

Coupled with the judgment of the sword wound, Kampot knew that the enemy was a master with a sword, and they were sent to death in vain when they found it, so they didn't dare to go in for a while, just let people clean up the bodies of the rest of the monks outside.

Seeing the wounds on those monks, Kampot judged that there should be more than one enemy, so although the entire classic room was quiet now, he didn't dare to take people in, just because of this, Zhao Tiancheng had plenty of time to prepare.

When a pair of soldiers in Kampot hesitated, a hurried footsteps came from not far away, and a middle-aged monk walked over with six monks holding golden cymbals in their hands.

Kampot immediately invited the people here, as if asking the monk to look at the wounds of the dead people on the ground, and said, "Master, we found these corpses when we first arrived, and now they have been cleaned up." ”

"Didn't you go in?" asked casually as he looked at the sword wound.

"The book room is a forbidden place, how can the villain enter it casually?" Kampot immediately replied cautiously, this was the excuse he had already thought of. There were not many people in this group, and they all trusted Kampot very much, so they didn't say anything. No one wants to go in and die.

The monk suddenly raised his head, stared at Gongpot fiercely with a pair of eyes, and said, "Is it true?"

Kampot was shocked, his eyelids drooped slightly, he didn't dare to look at the monk's eyes, and said in a very low voice: "Yes! We just arrived and there is no order......

"Hmph! Don't say it again!" waved his hand to interrupt Kampot's words, glanced at Kampot deeply, and said to a few monks behind him: "There are many enemies, you must be careful!" After speaking, he hurriedly ran into the book room with those monks.

The soldiers of Kampot and this group all looked at Kampot with their eyes and asked him to decide whether to go in or not.

Gritting his teeth, seeing that the monks who went in didn't seem to have anything to do, Kampot hurriedly said: "Leave two people to guard outside, and the others hurry up!"

Basically, everyone has a torch in their hands, so the entire book room is as bright as day, at this time the book room is like being swept by a typhoon, the floor is full of books, some are still intact, some have been broken, as if they were cut by a sharp blade, the bookshelves have also fallen to the ground, and you can still see inches of cracks in the open space, either by the sword qi or by the sword qi. At that time, the scene was chilling to imagine.

"There's someone here!" a soldier suddenly spotted Rinzen not far away. This attracted everyone's attention, and the monk quickly came to Rinzeng's side, and saw Rinzeng lying on the ground, his body was covered with a lot of paper, and there was a pool of blood on his chest, but there was not a single wound on his body.

The monk's internal force turned around in Rinzeng's body and found that Rinzeng's meridians had all been broken, and sighed and said, "The enemy is so strong!" He knew that Rinzeng must have forcibly improved his strength, and in the end, he couldn't control the internal force in his body, and then the meridians of his whole body were broken and died, and his own strength was just entering the innate and was already much worse than Rinzeng. However, there was still no trace of the enemy, and he judged that the enemy should have already left.

"Quick! go upstairs and take a look!" he knew that the Grand Master was upstairs, "Now there is no movement at all, could it be that the Grand Master has also been ......?"

In this way, Kampot was reluctantly pushed to the front of the line by the middle-aged monk and walked up to the second floor.

To the surprise of these people, the entire second floor was very clean, although Zhao Tiancheng put away all the cheats on the first two bookshelves, but he didn't destroy it much, and the whole looked like there was nothing in the first place.

On the second floor of the book room, except for Renqing and Renzeng, no one had ever been here, so naturally no one noticed the abnormality of the bookshelf, but they were all attracted by the sound of wooden fish.

When they were on the first floor, they didn't hear anything, but when they got here, they could hear the sound of the wooden fish very clearly, and the upper and lower floors of the book room were just wooden compartments, so it stands to reason that they should be able to hear them.

The men cautiously walked inside, turning around a few bookshelves before finally seeing where the sound was coming from.

A man in a robe was beating a wooden fish with his back to them, and his monk's robe looked very old. Although they came in, the monk still beat the wooden fish rhythmically as if he didn't hear it.

Kampot and the middle-aged monk glanced at each other, and under the gesture of the middle-aged monk's eyes, Kampot had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "I don't know ...... master?"

"Boom" When the wooden fish and the wooden mallet collided, the invisible air wave spread out instantly, pushing these people to a mess, only the middle-aged monk stood motionless, but the monk's robe on his body was violently blown backwards.

Although these people felt a huge force spreading, the surrounding bookshelves didn't seem to have any effect at all, and all the power was coming at them. Then came the sentence that Zhao Tiancheng asked, "Hmph, who let you in? Don't you know that this is a forbidden place?"

"Senior, we have no intention of breaking in, but the enemy has come in, I don't know if the seniors have found out?" The middle-aged monk felt the difference between the two worlds, but had to ask.

"Those two men have been killed by me! Go down!"

"Killed! No wonder no one has been found!" Kampot muttered to himself, they had been searching the Potala Palace for a long time without finding anyone suspicious who had broken in.

The middle-aged monk felt very strange, the two people below were the personal disciples of this person, and now they died below, didn't he feel it at all? But he had never seen this great master, and for a while he didn't know whether it was better to go out or stay where he was.

"Didn't I hear my words clearly?" the sound shook the ears of several people present.

Kampot hurriedly gently pulled the robe of the middle-aged monk and whispered: "Master, let's go out! Even if we are not opponents, it is important to find reinforcements." (To be continued......)