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Yang Mianzhen's eyebrows were picturesque and a little confused. She didn't understand the meaning of junior sister Wei Qingling's words for a while.

Wei Qingling jumped off the bed and spread his hands:

"Senior sister, take out your talisman paper, those folded."

Yang Miaozhen shook her head instinctively. The folded talisman paper was carefully written in words and words by her vermilion pen.

These poems come from a poet who has been widely circulated in the world.

The Renzong was integrated into the secular world, and the poet's poems were spread to the sect without any hesitation. She had never heard of them once.

Although she had never seen this poet, she heard that Lavida was extraordinary and kind to others. She lived in Kyoto and was also the leader of the gang. Her surname was Zhao and her name was Wujiang.

She read the poems over and over again, and felt a little secret about the poet she had never met, so she secretly wrote the poems on the extra talisman paper she used to do on weekdays.

"Senior sister, isn't there a poem written by the great poet Zhao?" Wei Qingling was a little angry and thought to himself why the smart senior sister who is usually smarter than herself?

Yang Mianzhen didn't react yet and nodded a little dullly: "Yes."

"Hey." Wei Qingling sighed and put his hands on his hips:

"What's his name?"

"Zhao Wujiang." Yang Miaozhen seemed to have an indescribable feeling in her heart, and her doubts and throbbing made her heart beat a little faster.

Wei Qingling clenched her pink fist and shook it hard:

"Who saved you last night, who is the one who helped you with yin and yang?"

"Zhao Wu..." Yang Miaozhen had just said half of her name and suddenly fell asleep. A look of surprise appeared on her cheeks with picturesque eyebrows:

"Zhao Wujiang?"

Her heart was trembling, and her proud and peerless style also trembled.

She didn't expect that the poet Zhao whom she admired and even admired was Zhao Wujiang, who was married to her.

Yang Miaozhen's expression changed, and the purple aura she had swallowed sounded.

The purple aura comes from the nobles of heaven or a person with a country's fortune, which means that Zhao Wujiang comes from Kyoto, has a handsome face and a gentle demeanor, all of which are related to rumors.

It's dark under the light.

Wei Qingling dragged her cheeks and stared at the stunning smile that suddenly appeared on her senior sister's face. She spread her hands and joked:

"Oh, waiver..."

Yang Miaozhen frowned, her mind was disturbed, and her eyebrows seemed to be sad and worried.

"Oh, senior sister, don't worry, he will come back. Didn't you put a curse?" Wei Qingling hugged Yang Miaozhen's arm and shook:

"The most urgent thing is to find the treasure first, and then return to the sect. I want to sue Li Xuan, ask the masters to write down the thunder talisman, and scatter Li Xuan under the Jiuyou Underworld to death!

My three sects of Taoism are so stingy, it’s really hateful!”

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Yang Mianzhen and Wei Qingling came to the side hall, and the monks in the temple opened the Sutra Pavilion for them.

According to the three Taoist leaders of the Taoist sect, Lanruo Temple possesses the mental method of the "Prajna Sutra without Formation" without knowing it.

Therefore, the first treasure place they speculated was in the Sutra Pavilion.

So they decided to ask the abbot.

According to their imagination, it is probably not easy for Taoist people to ask about Buddhism and read Buddhist scriptures.

But unexpectedly, the abbot agreed immediately.

At this time, they stepped into the Sutra Pavilion.

The Sutra Library has many books, all of which are Buddhist scriptures of various colors, or the insights left by the great monks and masters of the past.

"The ancient books are vast, and it is probably difficult to find them." Yang Miaozhen was extremely cold, looking at the books in the room and shook her head lightly.

"Senior sister, I found it!"

Wei Qingling cheered, holding a blue ancient book in his hand, shaking constantly, his face full of joy, his eyes curved into crescent moons.

Yang Miaozhen was puzzled and walked up quickly, passing by two rows of bookshelf.
Chapter completed!