In the Sutra Pavilion, all the shelves on the first floor are bookshelves, and not many people come here to read.
There are still many restrictions on entering the Sutra Pavilion to borrow books. Only direct disciples recognized by the true Patriarch Bodhi can do so.
Great demons such as the Bull Demon King and the Black Bear Demon, as well as swordsmen like Xiang Lu Dongbin, can come here to borrow them.
The second floor is a temporary office for Sun Wukong.
In this office, there are also two bookshelves made of gold wire wood, and the books on them are relatively high-quality books from the Sutra Pavilion.
Sun Wukong stepped forward and took a look. He took a book of Seventy-two Transformations from the bookshelf...
"I didn't expect that what I learned before was really not a rare thing." Sun Wukong said to himself.
The exquisite theoretical masterpieces about Tiangang and Earthshakes, as well as some Zen meditation, are all on this bookshelf.
"Hey!" Sun Wukong took another book from the bookshelf, "Six feet of gold body."
"There are such things. What is this old man Bodhi doing?" Sun Wukong was a little confused.
He thought about it carefully and smiled mysteriously.
At this time, someone knocked on the door, and a sweet female voice came from outside, "Can I come in?"
Sun Wukong smiled slightly, walked forward and opened the door directly.
"Long time no see, little girl." Sun Wukong said while looking at the bright moon.
"You hate it, don't call me that."
Mingyue lowered her head shyly and kicked her feet on the ground, not daring to look at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong took her hand and said, "Why, don't you miss me?"
Mingyue's body trembled, "He...he...is he confessing his love to me?"
Just as she was about to open her mouth to speak, Sun Wukong let go of her hand and returned to his seat to sit down.
"Mingyue, starting from today, I will be your boss." Sun Wukong said.
"boss??"
Mingyue was a little stunned.
Sun Wukong frowned and said: "The boss is the leader..."
"lead……"
The bright moon is even more stunned.
Sun Wukong was speechless for a while and said: "I am the master of the Sutra Pavilion, and you are my subordinate. You understand this time."
Mingyue smiled and said: "You bad guy, you don't have any bad ideas, do you?"
Sun Wukong was stunned for a moment and saw Mingyue smiling. She seemed to have transformed into Tsing Yi. He murmured: "Tsing Yi..."
Mingyue felt a little sad, "Does he like the girl in green?"
Then she smiled innocently and said, "Mr. Curator, what work do I need to do?"
"What you need to do is to manage and organize all the books in the Sutra Pavilion. Then tell me clearly the location of each book." Sun Wukong said, "Oh, by the way, you divide it into three days and put these books evenly.
The books were all brought to my office, and I took a quick look at them to see what kind of books they were."
Although Mingyue felt strange, she still smiled and agreed.
She didn't ask why it would take up a lot of space to get perhaps a hundred thousand books here in three batches, or why it would be impossible to browse all the books in one day. She didn't ask why. She just believed him.
Mingyue walked out, Sun Wukong's consciousness was immersed in the system supermarket, and he walked to the stationery shelf.
"System, how long can this book cover protect the book?"
"The products produced by the system must be of high quality. One book cover can protect the book for about two hundred years," the system said.
"You said, I can exchange all the books in the Sutra Pavilion for you within three days. It doesn't count."
"When does the system speak without counting?" The system's voice was a little angry.
"But I don't believe what you said, can you establish a written evidence?" Sun Wukong said.
"Hmph, the system guarantees in the name of the weapon spirit that the system did not tell lies this time."
"Hey, no, what are you going to do?" the system said.
"Then you don't have to worry about it." Sun Wukong said, "Give me one hundred thousand copies of this book cover."
system,"……"
Sun Wukong actually redeemed all of the one hundred thousand points for book covers. The system felt that his host's brain was broken. Is it necessary to change the host? "But the golden organ..."
After exchanging 100,000 book covers, Mingyue also brought more than 30,000 volumes of books to the office.
At night, Sun Wukong was still in a daze in the office. In the afternoon, Sun Wukong sent Mingyue away, and another two hours passed.
The entire Sutra Collection Pavilion has been closed.
Sun Wukong shouted: "The art of shadow clone."
A small insect fell from his body to the ground and crawled out through the crack in the door.
In Bodhi's secret room, Bodhi kept frowning, and in a mirror, Sun Wukong appeared in a daze in the office.
"I always feel like something bad is about to happen. What bad idea is this monkey harboring?"
Bodhi was going crazy thinking. Ever since the monkey arrived, his troubles had become more and more humane, and he didn't even notice it.
After the little insect flew out of the office, it flew directly towards the mountain gate.
When he reached the mountain gate, he fell directly on a disciple who was about to go out.
The disciple handed the identity plate to the gatekeeper and walked out of the mountain gate with it.
Coincidentally, this disciple's destination was the same as Sun Wukong's.
"Hehe, God is really helping me."
The destination of this Taoist priest turned out to be the Aolai Kingdom of Dongsheng Divine Continent.
"The West, haven't you given up on Aolai Country yet?"
When he arrived at the Aolai Kingdom, Sun Wukong sensed that throughout the Aolai Kingdom, there were many eminent monks and Taoist priests who were performing Taoist magic and illusions among the people to deceive the people.
"Good guy, I'm gone, so many smelly fish come out to cause trouble." Sun Wukong whispered.
Sun Wukong turned into a flying insect, left the Taoist priest's body and flew directly to the palace.
As soon as I arrived at the palace, I felt the energy waves of a large number of masters rippling in the void.
He carefully transformed himself into a grain of dust and slowly drifted towards Ao Wuyue's palace.
Good guy, this Aolaiguo has not returned for a long time, but he is a master who is about to reach the stage of transcending tribulation even for a palace guard.
"This is to become a true monastic country. No wonder this Aolai country is targeted by Buddhism in the future."
After flying past several major palaces and passing through four or five gardens, Sun Wukong arrived at the emperor's palace with ease.
Her bedroom was brightly lit, "Are you still working so late at night?"
Sun Wukong flew in through the gap in the window.
He sneered in his heart, "Buddhism, Buddhism is really bold."
He was so angry that he even wanted to change his body and rush forward to beat the monk into a pulp.
"I decided to hit my old grandson on my head."
There were only two people in the palace, a monk who knelt down under the couch, and Ao Wuyue who frowned slightly on the throne.
Now she is the queen, possessing supreme majesty, but the passage of time has finally left wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.
Wearing a yellow robe, she showed no anger or authority, "Elder Dingguang, it's late at night and I'm about to take a rest. What else do you have to do?"
When I look at that monk, he has a face as good as a crown jewel and kind eyes. He gives people an infinite favorable impression at a glance.
Elder Dingguang said in a calm tone: "Your Majesty, the matter of establishing Buddhism as a national religion is just one thing I stabbed, but the other two -"
"How about the second one?" Ao Wuyue frowned deeper.
"Secondly, I want to spend one night with Your Majesty." Elder Dingguang said with a smile on his face.