Climb the platform on more than a dozen steps, raise your head and look at the huge plaque under the dripping eaves, the three big characters of "Library Pavilion" really have a momentum.

This plaque looks like it has a long history, and the word is a good word, if it weren't for the great paint off, I'm afraid it would have been moved away and sold.

"These three words are extraordinary, and they really have the style of a thousand-year-old temple!"

Luo Jiang couldn't help but nodded, but the current appearance of Fawang Temple couldn't make him think of a very strong temple.

He took out a key from his bosom, which Wonsun threw on the ground before going down the mountain. Insert the key into the hole, remove the lock, and push the heavy door open.

Hula!

Like a rain of dust, Luo Jiang was suddenly sprinkled all over his head, choked in his mouth and nose, and hurriedly retreated.

"It turns out that I was not only asked to sort out, but more importantly, to clean. ”

Luo Jiang scolded, waited for more than twenty breaths, and the dust did not spill down, so he walked in.

What caught his eye was the rows of bookshelves, and Luo Jiang suddenly had a feeling of being in a sea of books, there were really a lot of classics here. The sunlight shines through the high windows, making it very quiet.

It's just that these bookshelves and books are full of dust, and the top one is a finger thick, and there are some black and yellow sawdust, which should have been eaten by insects and fell from the beams.

After walking around first, Luo Jiang counted it, there were thirty-five large bookshelves in this hall, each of which was seven zhang long and one zhang high. There are tens of thousands of books.

There was a bookshelf that had rotted, and books were spilled all over the ground, and Luo Jiang stepped forward to pick up one from the books that had been spilled on the ground and piled up in a pile. When I opened the moisture-proof box, I first smelled a faint pungent smell. This moisture-proof box seems to be very particular, and it should be mixed with the material of the camphor tree to prevent insects.

I flipped through the classics inside, because it was protected by a moisture-proof box, and the paper was also made of special materials, and it was not rotten. This is an essay, written by a person named Mingguang Monk, who said that a thousand-year-old evil Jiao was killed in a certain year and a certain month, and a fierce bird was chased and killed in a certain year and a certain month, and it was killed at a height of 700 zhang......

"Really?"

Luo Jiang was surprised, "Is this a story, or is it true? Where are there people who can fly, I know that the martial arts masters of the Dao can only jump ten zhang high, but they can't last, only in the story there are flying immortals." Although there is a saying that 'monks don't speak', but looking at these monks of Yuanshan, everything is possible. ”

Rolling up his sleeves, Luo Jiang took out a silk scarf with extremely exquisite embroidery from his arms and tied it on his face to protect his mouth and nose. This silk scarf was left to him by his mother, and the embroidery on it was also pierced by her with a needle, and Luo Jiang always carried it on his body.

After working for a long time, I finally cleaned a large hall, and the air was filled with a smell of fine dust, which made people very uncomfortable.

But by this time, it was already dark.

By the light of the setting sun, Luo Jiang hurriedly moved dozens of classics and stacked them into a small platform, this is his bed, and he will sleep on it tonight.

In the corner to the right of his "bed", there was a pile of miscellaneous items, knives and sticks, but they were all rusted, and they should have been sold in the armory pavilion that were useful and some useless ones were piled up here.

Luo Jiang glanced at it and ignored it for the time being.

Soon, it was completely dark, Luo Jiang took out the dry food from the package he brought, ate it, and then drank a few sips of water, and it was dinner. Although it is hard, it is better than tossing back and forth between two mountains.

The moonlight shines through the cracks in the trees, and then through the windows, and it's good to see these shaky shadows, a huge hall, rows of bookshelves, cobwebs, broken window paper...... Luo Jiang's heart suddenly felt a little hairy.

Fortunately, when he was cleaning, he found that there was a lamp here, and it was the kind with a twist as thick as a thumb, and the room was bright when lit. Hurriedly found a spot, and bright light radiated out, driving away the darkness.

Luo Jiang was less afraid of ghosts, but he heard that there were constant thieves in Fawang Temple, and there were thefts in the Hidden Soldiers Pavilion and the Library Pavilion, and when he was cleaning, he also found that there was a big hole in the window of the Library Pavilion.

"I'm a weak scholar, what if a thief really comes, what if he rises to the wrong point? I'm too unsafe here, so I'd better find a weapon to defend myself. ”

Luo Jiang's gaze was on the pile of broken copper and iron.

This pile of rusty rags is piled together, there is no beauty at all, even if a thief comes, I am afraid that he will not take a second look, and no one will care about it until it is wasted. However, Luo Jiang happened to need it at this time, and he could consider bringing one or two pieces of self-defense.

Walking over and moving away from the top shield-like thing, it actually used all of Luo Jiang's strength, and he could only roll it over.

It's so heavy!

Below was a demon-slaying pestle, which also consumed all of Luo Jiang's strength.

"Why are they all so heavy, can these things really be used? Not to mention that I can't move them, I just can't move them. ”

Luo Jiang panted.

This pile of rusty weapons, all of them is big and terrifying, either a wrist-thick eyebrow stick, or an even larger demon-slaying pestle. Luo Jiang searched for a long time before he found a small one, which was a ring knife.

The appearance of the ring knife is similar to that of the wide-backed Kaishan knife, and if the back of the knife is perforated and pierced, it is a golden-winged big ring knife.

Holding the handle of the knife with both hands, Luo Jiang finally lifted the ring knife, which also weighed twenty pounds, but it was able to swing it a few times.

He weighed it in his hand and made a few more chopping movements. The head of this ring knife is slightly heavier, which is like a tiger with enough strength for people with enough strength, and it can exert ten percent of its strength, but it becomes a burden in Luo Jiang's hands, and if it is too strong, it will be brought out of the sword.

But for now, it's the only way to use it.

Holding the ring knife in his arms, because the rust was so strong, Luo Jiang was not afraid that the blade would hurt him.

"Huh?"

Luo Jiang saw a pointed thing in the weapon pile the next moment, and he moved the surrounding things away with force, revealing a small rusty tower.

The small tower was more than a foot high, nine stories tall, and covered in cyan patina, but even so, it was vaguely discernible and exquisite.

"It's all shields, eyebrow sticks, demon pestles or something, a tower is special. If the rust is cleaned up, it is also good to take it back as an ornament. ”

Luo Jiang had this idea in his mind, so he reached out to lift it, held it with both hands, and gently forced, and the nine-story tower did not move at all.

Afterburner, still not moving.

Afterburner again, still not moving.

Ahh

"It weighs one or two hundred pounds! What the hell is this, such a small tower, even if it is solid, it is not so heavy, right?"

Luo Jiang was surprised and dispelled the idea of bringing it back.

"Shhh

But when he withdrew his hand, a rusty place was very sharp, and it actually pierced Luo Jiang's hand, and the blood was immediately left, staining a large part of the tower's body red.

"Hey, ah, why is the blood flowing so fast, this is obviously spurting blood, and if it goes on like this, it will kill people. ”

Luo Jiang found that his blood was not flowing out, but seemed to be pouring out, as if something was sucking his blood. Hurriedly took his hand back.

Put your hand in front of your eyes and look at it, the wound is not big, it is about the same as a grain of rice, but there is a lot of blood flowing out, and I turned my head to look at the nine-story small tower, almost half of the tower body was dyed red.

"What a wicked sect, why do you keep so much blood? I only eat vegetarian food and don't eat meat, is it easy to raise this bit of blood?"

Luo Jiang muttered and walked back to the "bed", burned the chopsticks for eating, smeared the burned ash on the wound, and then put the ring knife on the head of the bed, and lay back to sleep.