"In other words, is this just a compensation for the leaked seal of the Rage Blood Demon Clan? Doesn't that mean that the main seal is getting less and less solid, and maybe it will be around the world soon?" Wang Lin frowned and took a deep breath.

However, compared with him, Wuen was not as excited as before. He said calmly: "Maybe. Faster is what happened before we were alive, and slower is what happened behind us. What we can do now is to protect this place so that the tragedy in the world will not burst out from our negligence and carelessness."

"No, since people in the past could seal them, it means that the gap in our strength is not that big. Maybe we are just worrying about it?" Wang Lin suddenly said in surprise.

"Although the Buddha statues on both sides of the temple are twenty miles wide, they are basically the same everywhere, and nothing is good to look at. I'll take you to see the Sutra Pavilion, where there are the wisdom and crystallizations of many predecessors over the past thousand years. If you have any questions, you should be able to find the answer there." Wuen didn't want to answer his question, but the truth was too cruel. Maybe it would be better to let Wang Lin slowly find the answer.

Wuen pointed to the Sutra Pavilion of Lanjia Temple for Wang Lin to show it. It was an ordinary pagoda-shaped building, just behind the right side of the main courtyard of Lanjia Temple where they came in before.

The main courtyard in the middle of Lanjia Temple is a two-story building, with the dining hall and Jingtang on both sides. In the Jingtang are a temple, ranging from four to eight people. Jingtang is several times larger than the main courtyard and the dining hall, mainly because there are various rooms and venues for practice in Jingtang.

However, the Sutra Library is one floor higher than the main courtyard, but the third floor that is higher is already very small, with only a four-person monastery about the same size.

Wang Lin and Wuen returned. It was already afternoon and there were more and more people in the temple.

Because the host Haihui introduced Wang Lin and Wuyan to most people yesterday, now after a day, no one knows Wang Lin anymore.

There are basically no outsiders in Lanjia Temple. As long as you see a young man with unshaved heads, it must be the Wang Lin brother who is an equal to everyone.

Everyone greeted Wang Lin warmly.

Some suggested that the afternoon meal was coming soon, and some people invited him to practice at Jingtang, while others saw him and Wuen walked to the Sutra Pavilion and recommended him a few Buddhist introductory scriptures.

After Wang Lin replied one by one, they finally arrived at the Sutra Pavilion.

The Sutra Pavilion turned around not far from the Buddhist temple where they were resting last night. You can even see the high eaves of the Sutra Pavilion in front of the Buddhist temple.

The entire Sutra Pavilion is built of bluestone red tiles. Under the erosion of time, the bluestone at the door and on the walls are already bumpy, but its green color is even more green. The red tiles can no longer be seen with red, and only the rubble occasionally visible beside the wall can vaguely see the past scene.

The gate of the Sutra Pavilion was open, but it was very deserted. Wang Lin did not see a monk coming and going back and forth.

"Why is it so deserted? Doesn't anyone like to visit the Sutra Pavilion?" Wang Lin said in surprise.

"The Sutra Library is so big. The first floor is the experience of the predecessors and some basic introductions to the practice. The second floor is a summary of martial arts and martial arts. No one has been to the third floor. The sutras on the first and second floors are only about 40,000 to 50,000 volumes. Everyone likes a limited number of categories, and they have been read in a few moments.

Therefore, the Sutra Library will only be crowded when it is waving to the new disciples. At that time, if you want to read a book, you have to queue up." Wuen stood in front of the Sutra Library and recalled the past and said nostalgia.

"Senior Brother Wu'en, how long have you been here?" Wang Lin said curiously.

"We are the latest generation of disciples. Guess how many years have I been in the art?" Wuen smiled and asked Wang Lin to guess.

"There are more than 100 disciples in the new generation. Since you have all tired of reading the Sutra Library, then we can calculate based on at least 100 books that everyone likes. If you read a book slowly for a month, it will be nearly five years." Wang Lin said seriously nonsense.

He didn't know anything, but he felt that since he saw the scene inside the Demon-Feng Buddha statue with Wuen, both of them became much more dull. He just wanted to break the dull atmosphere.

"Junior Brother Wang is really amazing. He is just like a god or has unparalleled luck. Our generation of Wuzi has been in the first place for more than four years." Wuen opened his eyes and pretended to be surprised: "However, we practitioners read books at an extremely fast speed, and some of our fellow students do not like books or especially like books.

It took only about three years to come and go, but there were no people here. Only a few people would occasionally come to check or add information. Now only Master Yinghe and Master Yingwu will occasionally come."

Wang Lin was amused and crying, but he didn't expect that he would guess it right if he forced himself to explain it randomly.

"Let's go in. No one is in charge of the Sutra Library. They come to study based on their own will. As long as you do enough homework every day, how long will you come and how long will you come?" Wuen invited Wang Lin in.

Just when Wang Lin and Wuen were about to enter, Wang Ling, who had not come out for a long time, suddenly flew out from Wang Lin's chest and was still shameless and sent a message to Wang Lin that he wanted to see it too.

"Senior Brother Wu'en, he also wants to visit, look..." Wang Lin looked at Wu'en and said a little embarrassedly. What kind of books is a guy in his soul state reading, but he still admires Wang Ling. After all, even if he doesn't come out, he can use his soul power to "view" nearby books.

"Go together. The first floor is just some introductions from various places, as well as many travel notes and basic knowledge, and there is nothing to keep secret. But don't go to the second floor. There is a formation on that sect. If you don't touch the realm of the monk, you will suffer a lot." Wuen generously invited Wang Ling to go in with you, but at the end, he did not forget to remind you of the hidden dangers.

Wang Ling happily flew to Wuen and bowed gratefully several times, which made Wuen laugh.

Wang Ling often appears faintly. He has seen him for a long time. After knowing his origin, he sighed and liked this little guy in his soul state.

As soon as Wang Lin entered the Sutra Pavilion, he was stunned by the scene in it. He had never seen so many books.

The Sutra Pavilion is circular, and the bookshelf inside is also distributed. There are twenty-story three rows of bookshelves, and the three rows of bookshelves are arranged in concentric circles. Except for the most exclusive row of bookshelfs, the two rows of bookshelves are not continuous, and each row has more than a dozen intervals to enter and exit.

There are more than twenty round tables and chairs for reading in the center, and these tables and chairs are also distributed between bookshelf.

According to Jing Wuen, Wang Ling knew that although the first floor was full of basic scriptures, different scriptures were still distributed in different places.

The innermost circle is Buddhist scriptures, Dharma, and Tripitaka. The middle circle is various basic martial arts and skills. The biggest circle is a collection of various miscellaneous books, such as refining weapons, alchemy, building formations, etc., all of which are here, and there are many introductions to all aspects.
Chapter completed!