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Zhao Wujiang stood under an ancient tree.

The ancient trees are towering, and at least six or seven people hugged each other. The vines are constantly entangled and climbed along the ancient trees.

This ancient tree is located in the middle of Lanruo Temple, surrounded by the main hall, side hall, wing room, granary, Arhat Hall, monk tomb, etc.

The vines climb to the ancient trees, and the vines are connected to form a net. In addition to climbing to the sky, there are two parts extending to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion in the side hall and the golden Buddha's chest on the second floor of the main hall.

It seems to be two roads.

Zhao Wujiang listened to the sound of rain that had not stopped at all, and the chanting of scriptures from the main hall, and his eyes looked around under the dark sky.

"Master Zhao, the wing room has been vacated..."

The little monk learned to be smart this time. Instead, he held an oil-paper umbrella and stepped over the splashing mud and water to Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang smiled gently and withdrew his eyes:

"My little master, I'm so troubled."

"There is no need to be troubled, monks should be compassionate, hehe."

The little monk scratched his head. The donor surnamed Zhao had just donated a lot of incense to Lanruo Temple. The host was very happy and said that Donor Zhao was full of wisdom and asked him to clean up the wing room and let Donor Zhao have a good rest.

The rain hit the oil-paper umbrella, Zhao Wujiang and the little monk walked into the main hall, followed the eaves of the main hall, passed through the corridor, and came to the place where guests were received in the temple.

There are four or five rooms in total, which is not big. After all, the entire Lanruo Temple, except for the towering ancient tree towering into the night and the golden-body sitting Buddha about four meters high, is not considered a place in the main hall, the side hall, or the rest of the place.

Broad or magnificent.

Lanruo Temple is an ancient temple and its incense is not very popular. It has been good to be renovated occasionally over the years, let alone expanded.

Zhao Wujiang pushed open the door of a wing room. He had an idea in his mind. He would go to the Sutra Pavilion tonight and look through the ancient books inside.

He just stared at the vine and was looking at the second floor of the side hall where the books were collected in the temple.

If you want to guess where the mind method of the "Prajna Sutra without Formation" will be hidden, he believes that the library is the most likely, which is intuition.

The mental method is extremely precious. If the monk who was given to the mental method by the sweeping monk back then wanted to hide it, he would not write it on any wall or hide it in a cushion.

Whether it is Taoism, Buddhism, or all sects in the world, they actually attach great importance to the word inheritance.

Placed in some places that are not easy to be discovered, it is very likely that you will suffer unintentional damage, which will make the gain less than the cost and lose the inheritance.

And there are too few things in the world. The library has a vast collection of books, and it is safer to place it in the library. It is protected by someone but not noticeable.

"Huh?" Zhao Wujiang was about to step into the door when a candle suddenly lit up in the room next to him, and someone pushed the door out.

Another Taoist priest.

Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly. The Taoist priest was about the same age as him. He was wearing an elegant black Taoist robe, a lotus crown, a beautiful and beautiful jade, a gentle eyebrows, and a faint sense of arrogance.

The moment the Taoist priest saw Zhao Wujiang, he was slightly stunned. Then he nodded and friendly gestured to Zhao Wujiang, then quickly withdrew his gaze, and walked into the corridor with an oil paper umbrella in his hand.

I met three Taoist priests, and this Taoist priest was still in the Buddhist place. Is there anything big of a deal? Zhao Wujiang was confused and stepped into the room, closed the door, and waited for the late night.

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The temple gate was opened.

The saint of the Renzong Sect, Yang Miaozhen and the Jiaozi Wei Qingling, stood outside the door. Two big and small figures were all shawls, straw hats, and the hem of the Taoist robe were muddy.

"Senior Brother Li." Wei Qingling's eyes flashed and she called sweetly. A young Taoist priest with a beautiful god standing in the door was standing with an umbrella, which was Li Xuan, one of the beautiful sons of Tianzong.

Li Xuan, who is extremely talented, is known as the second youngest person of the Tianzong generation only under the Daozi of Tianzong.

Yang Miaozhen's eyebrows were cold and nodded lightly: "Senior Brother Li."
Chapter completed!