When he was returning to his inner self, more than a hundred monks gathered outside the copper pagoda unknowingly.
The apricot-yellow monk's robes fluttered.
As they spoke in lowered voices, their eyes drifted to Fakong from time to time.
Fa Kong closed his eyes slightly, as if he was in concentration.
What attracted the attention of all the monks was the gray robe he wore, which was incompatible with the apricot yellow robes of the surrounding monks.
"When..." The sound of the bell echoed in all directions.
Fa Kong's mind was withdrawn from the void in his mind.
"Squeak..." Four strong young monks slowly opened the copper door, and the faint sandalwood fragrance immediately floated out from the tower, and was quickly blown away by the wind.
More than a hundred monks holding wooden plaques entered the Sutra Pavilion one by one.
Fakong found that their wooden plaques were no different from his own. They were both engraved with the two characters "Tibetan Sutra".
He consciously stayed at the end and entered. The four young monks glanced at him and turned their eyes on his gray robe without stopping him.
Fakong smiled and stepped in slowly.
He started browsing quickly.
Start from the first row and walk slowly, your eyes imprinting what you see into your mind like lidar.
First row, second row, third row...
We walked all the way to the 36th row.
The copper tower was two or three times larger than he imagined, with thirty-six rows of bookshelves, each row containing twelve bookshelves.
Each bookshelf has five floors, and each floor is so full and densely packed that it is difficult to count how many books there are.
Some of the books in the collection here are old and yellow, and some are brand new. Obviously, new books are constantly flowing in, and the collection of books is constantly increasing.
After he walked through it, he searched in his mind for the names he was interested in. He found a book and was about to read it when he suddenly stopped.
Chu Yu, wearing a sable fur, walked in slowly and elegantly.
He looked around, stopped in front of a bookshelf, took out a book and flipped through it carelessly.
Fa Kong was curious.
Isn't it closed to the public?
He has made great achievements, so he can make an exception, but what about Chu Yu?
He shook his head, no longer wasting time thinking about it, walked to another corner, took out a book and read it carefully.
Immersed in the ocean of books, time flies by.
"When..." A bell resounded throughout the Thunder Tower.
Fakong came back to his senses and found that all the monks had put back their books and reluctantly walked out.
He understood that it was time to close the Sutra Pavilion.
He followed the gourd's example, put the book back, left the Leiyin Tower, and found that it was already night.
In the cold night, the crescent moon slanted.
The melting moonlight is falling.
The Leiyin Tower seemed to absorb the moonlight and turned purple, illuminating the surrounding area brightly.
When he returned to his monastery, he found Zhao Huaishan standing straight at the door of the monastery opposite.
Seeing him appear, Zhao Huaishan clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Monk Fakong, my young master invites you."
If Fa Kong smiles, he will refuse.
"Squeak-" The courtyard door opened.
Chu Yu pushed the door open and came out with a smile on his handsome face: "Monk Fakong hasn't eaten yet? Why don't you come over and have some midnight snacks to cushion your stomach?"
"...Naohuo." Fakong saw how kind he was and knew that it was not appropriate to refuse him anymore, otherwise he would become an enemy.
Even if you can't be friends, you don't have to be enemies.
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The bright lights illuminated every detail of the small courtyard, like daylight.
There are two charcoal stoves in each corner of the courtyard. The eight large charcoal stoves are burning red and the heat is overwhelming.
In addition to the four corners of the courtyard, there are also large charcoal stoves placed in the four corners of the pavilion.
Chu Yu was sitting at the stone table in the small pavilion. He personally brewed a cup of tea and handed it to Fakong, who was eating a snack.
The five guards were all standing outside the small pavilion, leaving only two in the pavilion.
The two chatted about everything, astronomy and geography, medical chess and divination, and they talked freely and freely.
Fakong carries the memories of Hui Wen, Mo Qingyun and Deng Yuanzheng, covering almost all the distances in time, geography, and social levels. His breadth of knowledge is certainly not comparable to that of ordinary monks.
This situation will become more and more obvious as he casts the Great Light Spell again.
Of course, the knowledge you read in books and the wisdom you experience yourself cannot be compared.
"Monk Fakong, you can actually study in the Sutra Pavilion?"
"Mr. Chu, this is exactly what I want to ask." Fakong smiled and said: "The Sutra Pavilion of Daleiyin Temple is not open to the public. I went in because I am a disciple of Jingang Temple. Where are you, Mr. Chu?"
"I am here to donate books and give a thousand books to Daleiyin Temple."
"What a great gesture."
"I am following my mother's orders. I come here every year to offer incense and books to my mother and concubine."
"It turns out that your father is a believer in Buddhism." Fakong suddenly nodded: "That's good."
He pretended not to hear the word mother and concubine in Chu Yu's words.
I sighed secretly in my heart.
As expected, he is a royal nobleman, the young prince.
I don’t know which prince he is.
"My mother-in-law is too weak and ill. She really can't bear the cold in the snow-capped mountains, so I can only take her place."
"I see."
"Where are you, monk?" Chu Yu said with a smile, "Why can you go in? I know the rules of the Great Leiyin Temple. Normally, you disciples of the Vajra Temple are not allowed to enter the Sutra Pavilion."
Fakong smiled and said: "I am the master Yize, and it was a coincidence."
Chu Yu was thoughtful.
Just at this moment, Jingli's voice came from outside: "Fakong? Where have you gone?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared in the courtyard like a ghost: "Huh?"
"Insolent!" Zhao Huaishan shouted.
He stepped forward and punched hard.
Jingli casually waved his sleeves.
"Bang!" Zhao Huaishan felt as if he was swept into the air by a huge wave. He flew out of the courtyard involuntarily and crashed into the screen wall outside the monastery.
About ten meters outside the doors of these monasteries, there are screen walls with dense cloud patterns painted on them.
The screen wall can block the strong wind coming from the southern cliff, passing over the square and blowing here.
"Hmm -?" Lu Xuanming, who had been closing his eyes slightly as if he had fallen asleep standing up, suddenly opened his eyes.
The brightly lit courtyard suddenly lit up.
It was like two thunderbolts falling.
Jingli's eyes suddenly brightened, and it was like two thunderbolts falling on his head.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
…
Continuous muffled sounds echoed in the small courtyard.
Fakong and the others could not see the shadow of the two of them, only the strong wind howled, and the whole small courtyard seemed to be in the strong wind.
Fakong found that when he closed his eyes, he could sense the movements of the two people.
They kept changing, one moment they were here, the next they were there.
Jingli kept attacking Xiaoting, and Lu Xuanming kept blocking him.
One moment they were in the southeast corner of the pavilion, the next moment they were in the northwest corner, and the next moment they were in the northeast corner.
The two of them flickered like light and shadow, and they seemed to teleport like something he had seen in movies and TV shows in his previous life.
Fakong knew that this was just an illusion, and it was actually because they were fast enough.
This is the power of a master in the Divine Origin Realm and a third-level master in the Snow Mountain.
It's really amazing.
The most important thing is not that they are fast, but that they carry hallucinogenic power.
Judging from the blank expressions of the other three guards and Chu Yu, it was clear that they had been pulled into the illusion.
"Uncle Jingli!" Fakong said slowly, "Stop joking."
He saw that Jingli had no intention of killing him.
Once the Asura magical power is unleashed, the murderous aura is as terrifying as if you were in hell.
Jingli did not perform the Asura magic.
"Haha..." Amidst loud laughter, Jingli suddenly stood next to Fakong, and finally broke through Lu Xuanming's blockade.
Lu Xuanming stood next to Chu Yu, looking at Jingli across the table with indifferent eyes.
Jingliheshi smiled and said: "Third Young Master, we meet again!"
"Master Jingli." Chu Yu stood up and saluted: "Master, are you okay?"
"Fortunately, you are lucky." Jingli smiled, looked at Lu Xuanming, and shook his head: "But Lu Xuanming, you have not made any progress in the past ten years. It seems that you are too comfortable staying in Prince Xin's Mansion."
Lu Xuanming said calmly: "I am very happy to have broken through to the Shenyuan realm."
As expected, Fa Kong secretly knew them.
At the same time, I also learned about Chu Yu’s origin, the third son of Prince Xin’s Mansion.
King Xin is the third son of the current emperor.
Jingli ignored them and smiled at Fakong: "Fakong, shall we go back and talk?"
Fakong stood up and said goodbye to Chu Yu.
Chu Yu looked reluctant to leave: "Are you leaving now?"
Because his martial arts qualifications were so poor, he spent all his time studying. He was extremely intelligent but was outshone by his femininity. He was extremely unpopular and unlucky in Prince Xin's palace.
Because he has a photographic memory, reads a lot, and has a wide range of knowledge, even the officials in the palace who are educated are far behind him.
The whole world values martial arts over literature, but he just did the opposite, so he felt even more lonely.
This was the first time I met someone with whom I could talk freely and whose knowledge was no less than my own. I suddenly felt like I had found a similar person, and I was a little reluctant to leave.
Fakong Heshi smiled and said: "Mr. Chu, see you later."
"See you later!" Chu Yu nodded.
"Is Third Young Master's illness cured?" Jingli smiled and walked out of the pavilion.
Chu Yu smiled bitterly: "How can the disease that was carried in the mother's womb be cured? Not only is it not cured, it is even worse."
"Is there nothing the imperial doctor can do?"
"If there was a way, my mother and concubine wouldn't have to suffer like this." Chu Yu showed a look of pity.
It doesn't matter to me, I'm used to coughing, but my mother-in-law's body is weak, especially after giving birth to herself, her vitality was seriously damaged, and now she is lingering on the bed all day long, miserable...
When he thought of this, his heart dropped like a lead.
Jingli nodded: "Your disease is indeed a congenital defect, so why don't you try to practice Taiye Tianbu Jue?"
He glanced at Lu Xuanming, who was guarding Chu Yu: "Lu Xuanming shouldn't begrudge this magical skill, right?"
Several people have already walked to the door of the monastery.
Dharma Kong and Jingli have crossed the threshold.
Zhao Huaishan was stuck in the center of the screen wall, his face flushed, trying hard to get away.
But the invisible force was like a mountain, pressing him firmly, no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.
When he saw Fakong and Jingli coming out, he immediately glared angrily.
Jingli didn't look at him and only talked to Lu Xuanming and Chu Yu.
Fakong could only pretend that he saw nothing.
"Taiye Tianbu Jue?" Chu Yu smiled self-deprecatingly: "I would like to practice it, but I can't practice it. The Chu family's children can only practice the royal mind method."
"That's true." Jingli expressed his understanding: "You are a bit unfair to the Third Young Master."
"The Supreme Liquid Heaven-Building Technique is useless." Lu Xuanming said calmly.
"Mr. Lu is right," Chu Yu nodded: "I can't practice, but my mother and concubine can, and my concubine's qualifications are far better than mine. It's a pity..."
"Is this disease so difficult to treat?"
"This is life..." Chu Yu seemed to be sarcastic or self-deprecating, shaking his head: "I hope the Buddha can protect my mother and concubine."
The mother-in-law is so devout and believes in the Buddha that she collects a batch of books and presents them to Daleiyin Temple every year. Every year she makes herself come here to offer incense and fulfill her vows, and stay here for seven days.
"Fakong, do you want to try?" Jingli turned his head and looked at Fakong with a smile.
Fakong Heshi said: "Uncle Master, I have the skills of a three-legged cat, so I don't want to show my shame anymore."
"Okay, let's go back first." Jingli nodded and said, "Third Young Master, please come back."
He spoke and flicked his sleeves.
Zhao Huaishan, who was struggling desperately to escape from the screen wall, flew up again, climbed over the wall and landed in the monastery.
Lu Xuanming's face was ugly, and his eyes stared at Jingli's back like cold electricity until Jingli entered Fakong's monastery.