It can be seen that Zhong Wuling does not seem to respect the old monk very much.

Perhaps because of the decline of Tianlong Temple, and the old monk never showed off his cultivation in front of others, many people think that his Buddhism is not exquisite and he is not considered a great monk.

He is just an ordinary old monk who can recite some Buddhist scriptures.

Qin Zhan felt a special qi on Zhong Wuling's body. This qi did not belong to blood qi, nor to heaven and earth qi, but an extremely special qi.

If what they expected was not bad, this should be the true energy they often call the martial arts people!

However, these martial arts people only understand a little bit of superficial martial monk techniques, which can be used to strengthen the body and strengthen the body. Their strength is naturally stronger than that of ordinary people, but they cannot be called supernatural powers.

Even those so-called martial arts masters cannot fly in the air, and their strength is barely comparable to those of the monks who have just entered the visual realm to practice the soul method.

Any cultivator in the realm of the soul and object control can easily kill them.

Because the soul can not only control objects, but also control oneself, achieving the effect of flying in the air.

The soul and object control practice have reached the extreme, and can control flying swords and take the heads of people thousands of miles away. This method has long exceeded the concept of martial arts.

However, Zhong Wuling, a martial arts expert, still took Na Wu, an old monk who had no cultivation.

"Master thinks this is done by evil spirits?" Zhong Wuling said.

"Does the donor believe there are evil spirits in this world?" said the old monk.

"I don't believe it, because I have never seen it with my own eyes. If I had seen it, I might have believed it." Zhong Wuling said firmly.

"Then how should Mr. Li go crazy?" Qin Zhan said.

"I think Mr. Li is crazy, I think it may be because he was poisoned or had some disease, but the doctor cannot diagnose it and the coroner cannot confirm it." Zhong Wuling said.

"Since Captain Zhong does not believe in evil spirits, nor does he believe that Mr. Li was killed by evil spirits, why should he spend money to invite our master and apprentice to do rituals?" Qin Zhan asked with interest.

"I don't believe it, but some people believe that doing a ritual can help the hearts of the county magistrate and the hearts of the people of Xinglong County. Why not do it?" Zhong Wuling said lightly.

"Okay, you can start doing rituals!" the old monk said.

The old monk stepped forward, turned the rosary in his hand, and then silently recited the scriptures.

"I heard this. At that moment, the Buddha was in the Trayastrimsa Heaven and preached the Dharma for his mother. At that time, the infinite worlds in the ten directions cannot be said or said that all Buddhas, as well as the great Bodhisattva Mahasattva, came to gather."

"Praise Shakyamuni Buddha, who can manifest the power of incredible great wisdom and supernatural powers in the five turbidities and evil worlds, subdue strong sentient beings, know the methods of suffering and happiness, and send attendants to inquire about the World Honored One."

“…”

The old monk was reciting the "Sutra of the Original Vow of Ksitigarbha"? Qin Zhan had already been familiar with this sutra and began to recite it silently with the old monk.

Wait until the master and apprentice recite the scriptures nine times?

I don’t know if it was an illusion? Or what, Qin Zhan discovered that Li Yuanwai’s hideous death state had become softer, and the gray on his face disappeared? He turned pale.

"Is the presidency of Namo a Taoist monk? Did you just say rude? Please don't blame me!"

Zhong Wuling obviously saw the changes in Mr. Li. When he learned that the old monk was still a little skillful, he became respectful.

"We will not want the money after the ritual is over? Use this money to bury these people well? Amitabha, good, good!"

The old monk called the Buddha's name and left.

Qin Zhan looked at the silver in Zhong Wuling's hand and was quite reluctant to leave. He agreed? There was twenty taels of silver on the silver!

I don’t know how long it will take him to fool people on the street stall to earn the money back!

Who would have thought that the famous Wu Emperor would never forget dozens of taels of silver?

But there is no way. Now Qin Zhan has no cultivation? It needs to be a meal!

People are iron, and rice is steel. If you don’t eat for a meal, you will be hungry. It’s perfect to describe Qin Zhan now!

…………

When he returned to Tianlong Temple, the old monk said to Qin Zhan: "Fan Hai, the scriptures in Tianlong Temple have not been dried for a long time. I saw some scriptures that were moldy a few days ago."

"If the weather is good these days, move them out, dry them, and then reclassify them. These are the treasures of the temple."

Qin Zhan responded: "Master, I understand."

After the old monk finished speaking, he returned to his broken lotus platform and began to meditate and recite scriptures silently.

Qin Zhan looked at the old monk a few times, then looked at it early, so he went to the Sutra Pavilion to start packing up the scriptures.

Tianlong Temple itself is not big, with a large hall, two side halls, and one master and disciple live in one room. On one side is a kitchen and on the other side is a Sutra Hall.

It is said to be the Sutra Hall, but in fact it is just a very small side hall with two rows of bookshelves, and the bookshelf is filled with various Buddhist scriptures.

The old monk said it was right. This place is indeed the wealth of Tianlong Temple. Many of these Buddhist scriptures are hand-written orphans. If they were sold in the Dakang Kingdom, where the trend of worshiping Buddha is prevalent, they would definitely be sold at a good price.

Qin Zhan first looked at the bookshelf in the entire Sutra Hall, which was two rows in total. The first row was fine, but the bottom bookshelf was damp and some were moldy.

What's serious is another row of bookshelf. Not only did the bottom row of books become moldy, but the books on half of the bookshelf were poured into a wet way because of the leaking rain in the Sutra Hall.

It seems that he has been busy these days.

"First find out the most serious books. If the weather is good tomorrow, put them on some flat stones outside and dry them. Move those that are not serious to the hall and the side hall where I live to dry them to disperse the moisture."

Qin Zhan murmured to himself as he looked at the pile of Buddhist scriptures:

"Why didn't you notice that the books in the Sutra Hall are so moldy? Or was it caused by the heavy rain a few days ago, when it rained heavily and the ground was refluxed?"

"It's really weird!"

As he said that, Qin Zhan began to select books, occasionally opening them to read them. It is no exaggeration to say that he had read all the books in it and remembered them in his mind. Even if the books were destroyed, he could write another one again.

"Well, what's the smell? It's going to smell this book."

Qin Zhan pulled out a book from the bottom of the bookshelf, a thin one, but it almost rotted: "I guess this book cannot be taken anymore. The cover and content are rotten, and I can't see clearly at all."

"Hey, it's strange. Where did this book come out? I've never seen it before."

Qin Zhan pinched his nose and flipped through it, and found that the handwriting inside was blurred. He could occasionally see the words clearly, but he didn't know where they came from, because he had never seen this book before.

In fact, this is also possible. After all, even if he occasionally leaves one of the books that he has not read is extremely likely.

"Hmm? Is there something in this book?"

Qin Zhan turned to the middle of the book and found that some pages were glued together, and the sticky part was bulging in the middle, and there seemed to be another mystery inside!

Qin Zhan gently tore off the dozen or so sticky pages, and then found a very thin piece of paper from it.
Chapter completed!