The silk fly flapped its wings and stopped on the edge of the bookshelf, looking down.

The insect in the sandwich resembles a silkworm, white in color, two fingers thick, one palm long, with two rows of gastropods at the bottom, and slender and soft golden threads on its back.

He was curled up in a ball, lying in a nest made of book pages.

How to use it?

Li Ang recalled some of the strange books he had read in the library.

The beetle fairy,

This kind of alien insect that feeds on book pages and lives on words was first seen in the pre-Qin period.

Because of his photographic memory and ability to spit out all the words he had ever eaten in the form of silk threads, he was worshiped as a god at that time.

All countries have trained specialized talents to communicate with beetles.

The higher the quality of the books the beetle eats, the longer its lifespan. The longest recorded life span is five hundred years.

However, its breeding is too difficult (a beetle will only lay eggs once in its life), and its number has been declining over the years.

The number of people who can communicate with the beetles is gradually decreasing.

During the two Jin Dynasties, beetles were relatively common, and some wealthy families and even local powerful people would raise one or even a few.

By Li Ang's time, only a dozen places such as the Academy, Daming Palace, and Works Bureau in the entire Yu State had beetles. People in some states and counties didn't even know that such a thing existed in history.

"In the Han Dynasty, the officials who specialized in managing the beetle immortals were called shepherding beetle officials. They were trained from a young age, accompanied by the beetle immortals day and night, and fed all kinds of books with their own hands. They would read whatever books the beetle immortals ate. At the very least, they would read them.

Know the directory.

When using it, the Immortal Silverfish official needs to stir the specific golden thread on the Immortal Silverfish's back to make the Immortal Silverfish spit out the specified information..."

The fly controlled by Mosi rubbed its front feet, and after thinking for a moment, he plucked the two golden threads on the back of the insect.

The sleeping silverfish immediately rolled over and woke up, its big mung bean-like eyes reflecting the appearance of a black silk fly.

It froze in place quite anthropomorphically, as if wondering why it was awakened by a fly instead of a living person.

After being stunned for a few seconds, he spit out a ball of black and white silk.

The silk is relatively moist at first, and then quickly dries and hardens into a paper-like shape.

And the text above...

"Jiuzhou Spring and Autumn" written by Sima Biao, Secretary of the Western Jin Dynasty?"

This book tells the story of the troubled times at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. If a doctor of history from the Academy could read it, he would probably be very happy, but it would be useless for the current situation.

"Come again!"

The fly stretched out his hand again and pulled out a few more golden threads from the beetle fairy's back.

Along with the rustling sound, the beetle fairy spit out the pages of the book again.

"Miscellaneous Notes of Xijing", useless,

"Erya", useless,

"Hanshu Yiwenzhi", useless,

"The Breathing Method of the Jialan Dragons" is the practice book of the Jialan Sect! It can train the spiritual veins, strengthen the body, and achieve the power of ten dragons and ten elephants at such a high level.

But it is required to maintain a pure Yang body for life...

That’s okay.

Huh? Why is there an inappropriate version of "Luo Shen Fu" with several thousand words added? The first sentence of the opening sentence is "Cao Pi's grades are very unsatisfactory."

Is your temple quite capable of hiding?

Li Ang looked at the Luo Shen Fu written by an unknown literati from which dynasty or generation, with a rather wonderful expression on his face.

However, this is also understandable. According to ancient books, the demand for books is huge, and the content in the books must be meaningful and non-repetitive text.

If you take scraps from calligraphy practice or students’ copying assignments, they won’t even bother to eat them.

Therefore, any force that raises beetles will import various miscellaneous books in large quantities. It is better to have excess than to lack.

There are always some weird things mixed in.

"If we keep searching like this, it will take years and months to find clues. Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Li Ang controlled the fly, flew down the mezzanine, and lay down in front of the silverfish fairy.

Hiss——

The ink threads are like slender tentacles, extending from the fly's body and reaching towards the beetle fairy.

The obese Silverfish seemed to be aware of the approaching danger, and subconsciously shrank its body. The golden threads on its back stood up, and its mouthparts were slightly open, as if it was about to scream.

However, Mosi's speed is faster than it,

With a sound of "sand", it covered its body surface, instantly penetrated the skin membrane and took over its body.

Is this... the ocean of consciousness of the Silverfish?

Li Ang seemed to be in a dark space, with countless pieces of light floating in all directions. Each piece of light was a book or an article.

It is somewhat similar to Li Ang's own memory palace in another world, but smaller and more messy.

Li Ang held his breath and concentrated, a little adapted to the consciousness interface of Yimian Immortal, and with a thought,

The light sheets all over the sky immediately moved and flowed, and a large amount of text unfolded in front of Li Ang.

You don’t need to spin silk threads to read directly.

Valid!

Li Ang took a deep breath, controlled the rest of the mosquitoes, flew to the place where the Jialan Sect might hide the Silverfish Immortal, and retrieved the information one by one.

The true history of Jialan Sect...

He multitasks and searches for information quickly.

Until...

Buzz!

The strong Buddha light illuminates half of the sky, coming from the direction of the Zhaitang.

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At the same time, the Main Hall.

"What exactly are we looking for?"

In the state of Nether Travel Talisman, Xia Jun, who merged with the shadow, frowned and asked.

"Clue to go back."

Drinking in the sea, I carefully observed the four statues of Jialan Patriarch in front of the Buddha in the Main Hall. He said casually: "At that time, at the ruins of the Main Hall, three Buddha statues suddenly stood up and attacked. Then we came to the Jialan Sect three hundred years ago.<

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The reason is that these Buddha statues are the most suspect. Especially the one that disappeared three hundred years later. Come and take a look."

Jiu Fenghai pointed behind the ear of the Buddha statue on the far left, "These Buddha statues are covered with many layers of gold foil."

Xia Jun floated over, followed the direction of Jiu Fenghai's finger, and carefully observed the cracked lines behind the ears of the Buddha. Sure enough, through the cracks, he could see the gold foil accumulated layer by layer on the surface of the Buddha.

He immediately realized that the gold foil craftsmanship of this era was to repeatedly beat a whole piece of gold with a hammer, and then blow a small piece of paper as thin as a cicada onto the surface of the device.

That's why it's called gold foil, and usually only one layer is applied.

Xia Jun asked: "Is it because the Jialan Sect wants to show off its financial strength?"

"Unlike multiple layers of gold foil, which is wasteful and will cover the texture on the surface of the utensils. The only advantage is that it is not easy to peel off. It is used to show off wealth, but it loses taste."

Jiu Fenghai paused for a moment, "It's more like doing this to cover up the color of the Buddha statue itself..."

He stretched out his hand and peeled off a piece of gold foil, revealing the true appearance of the Buddha statue. It was solid, heavy, dark, and the material was similar to hard stone.

What is this...

An extremely ridiculous idea arose in Jiu Fenghai's heart. He pursed his lips tightly, raised his palms, pressed them on the Buddha statue, and slowly circulated his Qihai.

The spiritual power slowly penetrates into the Buddha statue, which is solid, lifeless and without any activity.

Jiu Fenghai subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to turn around and say something to Xia Jun, he saw the dazzling light of Buddha outside the window.

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Zhaitang backyard,

Monks gathered,

Realizing that the abbot was in trouble, he looked at the empty dining hall and warehouse with a livid face.

All the grains, oils and vegetables stored inside were turned into coke.

"Sky! Sea!"

The troubled abbot almost roared,
To be continued...