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The moss fly flapped its wings, stopped at the edge of the bookshelf, and looked down.

The insects in the interlayer resemble silkworms, white in color, two thick fingers, one palm long, two rows of gastropods at the bottom, and slender and soft golden threads growing on the back.

He was curled up in a ball, lying in a nest made of pages.

How should I use it?

Li Ang recalled the strange books he had read in Zangshuge,

Silverfish,

This kind of insects that feed on book pages and live on words was first seen in the pre-Qin period.

Because of its memory, it can output all the words that have been eaten in the form of spinning silk, and was worshiped as a god at that time.

All countries have trained specialized talents to communicate with the silverfish.

The higher the quality of books eaten by Xixian, the longer the lifespan. The longest record is five hundred years.

However, its breeding is too difficult (a beetle will only lay eggs once in its life), and the number of generations has continued to decrease.

The number of people who can communicate with Xixian is gradually decreasing.

During the Jin Dynasty, beetle immortals were still relatively common, and some aristocratic families and even local tycoons would raise one or even several.

In Li Ang's time, there were only a dozen or so places in the entire Yu Kingdom, such as the Academy, the Daming Palace, and the Book Bureau, that raised beetles.

"In the Han Dynasty, the officials who specialized in managing the beetles were called shepherd officials. They were trained from childhood, accompanied by the beetles day and night, and fed all kinds of books with their own hands. They read whatever books the beetles ate. At least Know the directory.

When using it, the Xixian officer needs to move the specific gold thread on the Xixian's back, so that the Xixian can spit out the specified information."

The fly controlled by Mosi rubbed its front feet, and after thinking for a moment, it plucked the two golden wires on the back of the beetle fairy.

The slumbering Xixian immediately woke up rolling over, his big mung bean-like eyes reflected the appearance of a moss fly.

It froze in place quite anthropomorphically, as if wondering why it was awakened by a fly instead of a living person,

After being dazed for a few seconds, a ball of black and white silk was still spat out in a "rustle".

The silk was still relatively damp at first, and then dried and hardened quickly, forming a paper-like pattern.

And the text above.

"The Spring and Autumn Annals of Kyushu written by Sima Biao, secretary of the Western Jin Dynasty?"

This book is about the turbulent history of the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. It would be very happy for a doctor of history from Xuegong to read it, but it is useless for the current situation.

"Come again!"

The fly stretched out its palm again, and pulled out the other golden threads on the back of the beetle fairy.

Along with the rustling sound, Xixian spit out the pages of the book again.

"Xijing Miscellaneous Notes" is useless,

"Erya", useless,

"Hanshu Yiwenzhi" is useless,

"The Exhalation Method of the Garan Dragons", the practice classics of the Garan Sect! It can exercise the spiritual veins, strengthen the body, and can possess the power of ten dragons and ten elephants after refining to a high level.

But it is required to maintain a pure yang body for life.

That's fine.

Um? Why is there an unsuitable version of "Luo Shen Fu" with thousands of words added? The opening sentence is "Cao Pi's grades are not ideal."

This temple of yours can hide well?

Li Ang looked at the Luoshen Fu written by some generation of literati and poets, with a wonderful expression on his face.

However, this is also understandable. According to the ancient books, Xixian has a great demand for books, and the content of the books must be meaningful and non-repetitive words.

Take the waste manuscripts for calligraphy practice, or the students' copying homework, the fairy will not even bother to eat it, and will not eat it.

Therefore, any force that raises silverfish will import various miscellaneous books in large quantities. Rather abuse than lack.

There will always be some weird stuff in it.

"If you continue to search like this, you will be able to find clues in the Year of the Monkey. Forget it, I'll do it myself."

Li Ang controlled the fly, flew down the mezzanine, and lay down in front of Xixian.

hiss--

Like slender tentacles, the moss stretched out from the fly's body and reached towards the silverfish.

The fat and fat Xixian seemed to realize that the danger was approaching, and subconsciously shrunk his body, the golden threads on his back stood up, and his mouthparts were slightly opened, as if about to scream.

However, Mosi is faster than it,

With a sound of "sand", it covered its body surface, instantly penetrated the skin membrane, and took over its body.

Is this the sea of ​​consciousness of the celestial beings?

Li Ang seemed to be in a dark space, with countless light sheets floating in all directions, each light sheet was a book or an article.

It's a bit similar to Li Ang's own alien memory palace, but it's smaller and messier.

Li Ang held his breath and concentrated, a little bit adapted to the consciousness interface of Xixian, with a thought,

The light sheet in the sky immediately circulated and flowed, and a large amount of text was unfolded in front of Li Ang.

You don't need the silverfish to spit out silk thread, you can read it directly.

efficient!

Li Ang took a deep breath, controlled the rest of the mosquitoes, flew to the place where the Jialanzong might hide the beetle fairy, and retrieved the information one by one.

The true history of the Garan sect.

He multitasked, searching for information quickly,

until

hum!

The strong Buddha light illuminates half of the sky, coming from the direction of Zhaitang.

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At the same time, the Daxiong Palace.

"What the hell are we looking for?"

Xia Jun, who was integrated with the shadow in the state of the Psychic Talisman, asked with a frown.

"A clue to go back."

Jiu Fenghai drifted up, carefully observed the four statues of the Jalan Patriarch in front of the Buddha in the Great Hall of Great Heroes, and casually said: "At the ruins of the Great Hall of Great Heroes, the three Buddha statues suddenly stood up and attacked, and then we came to the Garan Sect three hundred years ago.

The reason is that these Buddha statues are the most suspect. Especially the one that was lost three hundred years later. You come and see. "

Jiu Fenghai pointed behind the ear of the leftmost Buddha statue, "These Buddha statues are pasted with many layers of gold leaf."

Xia Jun floated over, followed the direction of Jiu Fenghai's finger, and carefully observed the cracked lines behind the Buddha statue's ears. Sure enough, through the cracks, he could see the gold foil piled up layer by layer on the surface of the Buddha statue.

He immediately realized that the gold leaf craft of this era is to repeatedly beat a whole piece of gold with a hammer, and then blow a small piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing onto the surface of the utensil.

That's why it's called gold foil, and usually only one layer is pasted.

Xia Jun asked: "Could it be that the Jialan Sect wants to show off its financial power?"

"It's not like that. Multiple layers of gold leaf are wasteful and will cover the texture of the surface of the utensil. The only advantage is that it is not easy to peel off. Showing off wealth in this way will lose taste."

Jiu Fenghai paused, "This is more like, to cover up the color of the Buddha statue itself."

He reached out and peeled off a piece of gold leaf, revealing the true appearance of the Buddha statue. Sturdy, heavy, and pitch black, the material resembles stubborn stone.

what is this

An extremely absurd idea came to Jiu Fenghai's heart, he pursed his lips tightly, raised his palm, pressed it on the Buddha statue, and slowly circulated the sea of ​​energy.

The spiritual power slowly penetrated into the Buddha statue, solid, lifeless, without any activity.

Jiu Fenghai breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and just as he was about to turn his head to say something to Xia Jun, he saw the dazzling Buddha light outside the window.

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Zhaitang backyard,

monks gather,

Knowing the abbot and the abbot, he looked at the empty Zhaitang warehouse with a livid face.

All the grains, oils and vegetables stored inside were turned into coke.

"Empty! Sea!"

The abbot was almost snarling,

Kong Haiseng, who was reported to be in charge of guarding the warehouse, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and stammered, "Abbot, I and a few other senior brothers have been outside the warehouse's classroom tonight and have not left. I didn’t see anyone breaking in either.”

"Then what's going on?!"

The abbot couldn't hide his anger, he pointed at the warehouse, and the momentum of his whole body was on Monk Kong Hai, bending the latter's back.

"Junior brother, don't break the precept of anger."

Abbot Wu Wu said slowly: "There are more than ten restrictions in the warehouse, even if you and I want to sneak in quietly, it is not so easy.

The intruder must be a sorcerer in the Candle Heaven Realm, or a talisman master, who can use the extinguishing talisman to quietly burn a warehouse of supplies.

It's understandable that Kukai and the others couldn't detect it. "

"But!"

The abbot squeezed out words through his teeth, "What about the food?"

"There are still crops in the farmland, fish can be raised in the pond, and livestock can be raised in the pasture to supply pilgrims. There will always be a way."

Before the abbot finished speaking, a monk hurried over with a panicked expression and whispered something to him.

Abbot Wu's expression changed suddenly, and he looked towards the farmland in the back mountain.

"."

Mosi flies hovered over Lingtai Mountain.

Wherever the field of vision went, the farmland and the crops in it were all reduced to scorched earth.

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next morning,

The meals provided by the Zhaitang are only porridge—it is porridge, but it is more like rice soup.

The pilgrims looked at each other, and some couldn't help but stood up and asked the monk who was serving the porridge next to him, "Master, what's going on?"

The congee monk showed embarrassment on his face, he hesitated to speak, and the monk next to him replied: "Last night coincided with the fire dragon burning the warehouse, part of the supplies in the warehouse were damaged, but the remaining food is enough to last for a while.

As for"

"Look out the window!"

I don't know who yelled, and the pilgrims stood up and looked out the window. They saw the farmland in the back mountain was scorched and black, and the monks of the Jialan sect were working hard to dig the soil.

The panicked discussion became louder. A group of pilgrims surrounded Monk Kongwo and asked, "Master Kongwo, how much food does the Jialan Sect have? Is it enough?"

"Yes, Master Kongga, you are a monk, you can't lie to us!"

The pilgrims looked flustered. Regarding the famine, they had never eaten pork but had seen pigs run away.

Eight thousand pilgrims and nearly ten thousand monks consume a lot of food every day.

If the food stored in the warehouse is burned out and needs to be re-cultivated, many people will not be able to support the autumn harvest.

"Master Kongwo, we all paid the money, and the Jialan Sect can't ignore our lives!"

"Where are the abbot and the abbot? We need an explanation."

The pilgrims surrounded the Sangha of Kongwo, chattering loudly.

When the Jialan Sect selected pilgrims to enter the mountain, in addition to young and pious people, and those who were related to the monks in the temple, they also accepted many wealthy businessmen and quack monks.

Each person pays a certain amount of money, ranging from more than 10,000 guan to as many as 100,000 guan. In exchange for the opportunity to enter the mountain.

After paying so much money, it is really unacceptable to suffer from hunger.

"Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient."

Kuga monk tried to explain, but was drowned out by the uproar.

"alright!"

Hong Zhong's resounding resounding sound resounded through the hall, the abbot strode in and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please follow me and gather outside the Daxiong Hall!"

The prestige of the abbot was extremely high, and after he appeared, the commotion in the dining hall immediately subsided. Everyone flocked to the open space outside the Daxiong Palace.

When the crowd stood still, the abbot Liao Nan stood on the steps in front of the hall and said loudly: "The grain in the warehouse and the farmland in the back mountain were indeed burned last night, but it is not hopeless.

There are also frozen vegetables in the ice cave, and many fish in the pond and river. Enough food to support the autumn harvest.

If it doesn't work, the Garan Sect can still open the mountain guard array and buy food from the outside world urgently. "

"Really? Great!"

"We are saved!"

The believers in the audience breathed a sigh of relief, but some monks frowned.

As practitioners, they are very clear that the mountain defense formation used by the Jialan Sect has sacrificed a lot for the range and strength.

First of all, it is not smart enough, even the Jialan sect's own people cannot enter and exit the ban, otherwise they will be wiped out,

Secondly, it consumes a lot of money. Just maintaining it in normal times consumes tens of thousands of valuable resources every day.

Turning it off and on in a short time will cause damage to the formation itself.

Not to mention whether there is food in the outside world, whether it can be bought,

Even if there is, after the mountain guard formation is closed, can it really be opened again?

In the corner of the crowd, Sui Yi frowned and said: "The warehouse was burned, the farmland was destroyed, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it is about to die.

Could it be that the Jialan Sect was destroyed because of this? Not enough food, survivors killing each other? "

"Not quite."

Jiu Fenghai shook his head and said, "Although Xia Jun and I didn't find the warehouse burned immediately last night, we still rushed to the scene with the help of the Ghost Walking Talisman to observe the situation from afar.

Five or six large warehouses were burned to the ground, but the ban was not triggered, and the guards were not aware of the movement in advance.

It's a bit like the Candle Sky Realm [Extinguishing Talisman] that can release rapidly spreading flames.

However, if it was really the work of the rune master, it would not be logical. "

Ashina Que Teqin thought for a moment, and asked, "You mean that burning food can't destroy the Garan Sect?"

"Um."

Jiu Fenghai nodded and said: "Among the eight thousand pilgrims, there are only more than a hundred monks.

There are nearly 10,000 Garan monks, and more than 800 Ganqi.

The power gap between the two sides is too great.

Cannibalism kills some, and the rest can wait until the autumn harvest.

Therefore, the Jialan sect will never become extinct due to lack of food,

On the contrary, it is even more risky to close the guarding formation. "

Several people talked about the possible reasons for the extinction of the Garan Sect and the methods of survival,

He even began to think about whether he could jump in front of the abbot, explain that he came from a future where the Garan Sect had perished three hundred years later, and demand that the mountain guard array be lifted immediately——

This proposal is obviously unreliable, and it is more likely that he will be arrested as a monster and tortured with alienated objects.

Li Ang didn't participate in their conversation, he frantically flicked the iron box engraved with the words "Seeing the Tathagata, why don't you worship" under his sleeve.

Who would have left this iron box that was so strong that it couldn't be split even with a sword qi?

If it is a relic of the Jialan sect, why is it put together with Kaisuke Lingzhu? Shouldn't it be taken away by the later Jigu's Dr. Xuegong?

If it was left behind by Dr. Xue Gong, what would be its purpose?

Li Ang's thoughts turned. He searched through the Jialan sect's information, but couldn't find any information related to the iron box.

hum!

One second later, the abbot was still talking on the stage, and the next second a dull voice suddenly sounded,

I saw lines on the ground in front of the Daxiong Hall, like a big net, engulfing all the pilgrims.

The crowd immediately became noisy and restless, and the faces of several pilgrims dressed as monks changed suddenly. They reached out to hold their weapons, but they were shocked to find that the sea of ​​​​qi was blocked and they could not use their spiritual power.

Tread Tat Tat.

A group of monks rushed up from the corner, holding long and short sticks, and surrounded the crowd.

"Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient!"

Finding that the abbot's voice overwhelmed all the other noises, he shouted in a deep voice: "The recent visions are all due to demons sneaking into the Garan Sect. Now we will investigate one by one to find and eliminate the demons."