He knew what the Hanlin bachelor was telling the truth. He had been reading in Langhuan Pavilion since he was a child. The seven-story tower had a wide layout and could be seen clearly at a glance. He had never heard of it, let alone seen any darkroom, so he came here just now.
Only then would he directly look for books related to Northern Xinjiang.
Could it be that bastard Feng Danyi was tricking him? Feng Danyuan had murderous intent looming in his eyes.
"Master Feng..." Chang Sheng said weakly.
Feng Danyuan didn't have time to take back the murderous intent in his eyes, and swiped it away. Changsheng was immediately frightened and could not speak.
Taoist Master Baopu patted Chang Sheng on the shoulder and comforted him: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Feng Danyuan also put away the coldness in his eyes and said, "Did you see something?" Changsheng has a pair of eyes that can see things that ordinary people can't, which is why he was brought here this time.
Changsheng secretly took a deep breath, mustered up his courage, pointed to the pots of green pine trees by the window and said: "The spirits in the trees have entered the wall..."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Danyuan walked to the wall like a shadow and put his hand against the wall.
As soon as "Canghailu" came out, his expression changed.
The wall—is actually hollow!
Feng Danyuan activated his internal energy. Cracks appeared on the dark dark wall, and then the wall weathered, and dust and sand flew in the pavilion.
What was hidden between the two walls was revealed.
On one side, the Hanlin bachelor is already petrified:
King Chen actually used his inner strength to peel off a layer of the wall!
The entire Langhuan Pavilion actually has two floors. The mezzanine is equipped with a museum shelf, which contains yellowed books, parchment scrolls and other items.
Although Changsheng vaguely guessed it, he was shocked when he saw the truth.
He picked up a book and as soon as he opened it, he heard Taoist Master Baopu saying urgently: "Changsheng, stop!"
"Ah?" Changsheng was about to ask, but saw that the book in his hand was broken into pieces.
He was startled: "Master, what do you think of this?"
Feng Danyuan was silent for a while, stretched out his other hand, and activated "Canghai Record" again.
His right hand turned the wall into dust, and his left hand used strong airflow to stop the books from turning into pieces. He shouted loudly: "Find quickly!"
After all, he is a mortal and cannot use "Canghailu" endlessly, and Wei Zi cannot wait that long.
Taoist Master Baopu reacted very quickly and immediately started looking for him together with Changsheng.
Seeing that three of the four people in the pavilion were busy, and he was the only one standing aside, the Hanlin bachelor said, "Would you like to humble yourself and help us look for him together?"
Feng Danyuan glanced at him.
He was so excited that he quickly ran to Changsheng and asked him in a low voice: "Little Taoist Priest, what are you looking for?"
"A book that records the art of rebirth." Changsheng replied to him despite his busy schedule.
Academician Hanlin thought he heard wrongly: "What?"
"The art of rebirth." Changsheng repeated.
The Hanlin bachelor was confused again. He had never heard of any rebirth technique.
But since King Chen wants it, let’s find it.
Opening one book, putting it down, opening the second book, and putting it down again... After doing this for more than a dozen times, Hanlin Bachelor finally gave up.
He had never seen the tadpole articles in the book and really couldn't understand them.
"Little Taoist Priest, do you understand?" he asked Chang Sheng, who looked to be only ten years old.
Changsheng replied to him crisply: "I understand, but I'm a little tired and it's slow."
Hanlin Bachelor: "..." There is no end to learning, he still needs to work harder.
An hour passed.
Feng Danyuan's face turned pale, and the blood in his body was boiling. He could no longer control it.
Taoist Master Baopu shook his head at him: "All the books on the ancient bookshelf on this floor have been turned over, and there is no record of the art of rebirth."
