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Fa Kong's mind was withdrawn from the void in his mind.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 we can't be friends, we don't have to be enemies.

——

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 of time, geography, and social levels. In terms of breadth of knowledge, it 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.
To be continued...