Jingli, who was reciting the Ksitigarbha Sutra in a low voice, had wide eyes and question marks on his forehead.
"Hey, where are you going?"
"Don't sleep anymore?"
He asked "taking time".
Suning was nowhere to be found, and his figure had long since disappeared into the yard.
...
The Sutra Pavilion on the main peak is brightly lit and black smoke billows.
Countless outer disciples were responsible for extinguishing the fire, running back and forth with sweat profusely.
Some people were cursing, and some people were worried.
Isn't that right? I just finished putting out the fire in the morning and came back again in the evening.
What is this?
Hey, you're bored, I'll just leave it for fun?
Is there such a tormenting thing?
Suning was suspended in mid-air, forced to break through the formation and step onto the sixth floor.
The four moves are like those in the forbidden area behind the mountain.
With four moves, the seventeen-layer defensive formation that blocked the force suddenly shattered.
Hu Zhiying didn't know how long the delay could last, and Suning planned to make a quick decision.
The mind spreads to every corner of the sixth floor.
Thirteen rows of bookshelves, thousands of miscellaneous Buddhist classics.
There is a small statue of Sakyamuni Buddha enshrined in the front, and potted flowers and plants placed at the window.
Everything is in sight.
A minute later, Suning looked disappointed and said, "The Earth Soul is not here?"
"How could that happen?"
"I have almost dug up the entire Buddhist sect. Except for the fifth and sixth floors of the Sutra Pavilion, there is no place to hide."
"It's not here. Could it be that I was careless and missed some key places?"
"Where will it be?"
He squinted in thought, his mind racing.
But obviously, there will be no extra time for him to "reflect".
As a last resort, Suning retreated and went to the fifth floor.
Compared with the defensive formations on the sixth floor, which have seventeen levels of force, the defense formations on the fifth floor are much weaker, with only fourteen levels.
Suning easily broke through the formation without any effort and repeated the mental search just now.
Unfortunately, nothing has been found yet.
Reluctantly, he strode forward and said, "Hu Zhiying can hear the baby crying upstairs, why can't I hear it?"
"Baby, where is the baby here?"
"It's obviously an insignificant old library, why does Kong Jian pay so much attention to it?"
"What treasure is he guarding?"
Suning muttered to himself, asking and answering questions: "There must be ghosts on these two floors, and there must be some mystery that I haven't discovered."
"Hey, have you done it over there? I'm going to leave the old monk Kong Jian."
Hu Zhiying looked complacent about "surviving the disaster" and said in a cheerful tone: "He is really reluctant to "sacrifice" the Buddhist trump card. When I took out the orthodox flag and prepared to use the killing move left by my grandfather to force him back, he
Ran away."
"Hahaha, you ran away so fast."
"It will probably take him less than three minutes to rush back to the Sutra Pavilion. You have to do it as soon as possible."
Suning said helplessly: "Will you believe me when I say I found nothing?"
As he spoke, he walked towards the stairs.
Dang Duan continued to suffer the chaos, unable to find the soul of the earth, let alone reveal his identity.
Hu Zhiying said frantically: "Hero, I almost lost my life, and you tell me I gained nothing?"
