Bai Cangdong thought that he would see the Demon Emperor when he entered the palace, but who knew that Jingchen asked him to enter the palace, but he arranged a job to copy books in a library in the palace.

Bai Cangdong's daily job is to copy the classics from the Book Pavilion from morning to night. These classics are basically poems, songs and essays written by demons, submen and humans since the establishment of the Demon Imperial City. Anyone with some fame has been recorded and left here.

"What does it mean to let me do these things?" Bai Cangdong thought in his heart. What is the deep meaning of a person like Jingchen who should do things? It is impossible to just make some arrangements meaninglessly.

But Bai Cangdong really couldn't think of what he could do to copy books here. Although this place was also in the palace, what he could see every day was just some guards and library administrators, and it was impossible to see the emperor.

There are no secrets of martial arts and other things hidden here, and copying these poems and songs does not seem to be of any benefit to him.

No matter how you look at it, copying books here is meaningless.

Bai Cangdong suddenly thought of something and thought to himself: "If there are poems and songs created by everyone in the Demon City, then the poems and songs created by Jingchen are also here? Can you see something through his poems and songs?"

However, the books here are not copied as much as you want, but are also assigned by the manager of the library. If Bai Cangdong wants to look at Jingchen, he can only take advantage of the time when he is resting in the middle.

Fortunately, reading is not prohibited here, but Bai Cangdong found the poems written by Jingchen. The poems written by Jingchen are all five-character and seven-character, and most of them are poems about scenery, so I can’t see anything.

After looking at it, there is only one poem that is particularly strange.

Bai Cangdong thought strange was the poem "There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so where can dust be caused?" This was originally written by him to Jingchen, and it is not strange to see it here now.

It’s strange that what is treasured here is usually the original, which means that this poem should be written by Jingchen himself, but Jingchen wrote a word wrong.

Originally, nothing was written as heavenly things. If you weren't careful, you could hardly see the difference. However, Bai Cangdong read it many times and must have read it right. Jingchen wrote the word heaven, not the word "no".

"Did Jingchen write it incorrectly when he was writing it?" Bai Cangdong felt that the possibility was too low. How could a person like Jingchen write a poem wrongly?

"If it is not written incorrectly, but deliberately written into the word Tian, ​​then what does the word Tian mean? Does it mean the above?" Bai Cangdong looked up and looked up. It was the ceiling, made of pure stone, and there was no pattern.

Thinking about it, I feel that it is impossible to refer to it. After all, the books in the bookstore are sorted out by the managers, and sometimes there are some changes. They are not always fixed in one place. Jingchen cannot know where the book will be placed.

"If it doesn't refer to the position, then what does the word "tian" mean?" Bai Cangdong read the poem several times in the wrong way.

"Originally, there is something in heaven, there is something in heaven..." Bai Cangdong recalled for a long time, but he did not think of the difference between this heaven and nothing.

After thinking for a long time, Bai Cangdong had no idea, and the time for rest had come, so Bai Cangdong could only put the book back to its original place and then continue to copy the book.

After working in the library for a few days, Bai Cangdong would quietly read the book when there was no one. The book was almost broken by him, and he couldn't find a clue.

"Did you really just write it wrong?" Bai Cangdong's judgment was a little shaken in his heart.

But soon he denied this idea. Jingchen asked him to come here to work. It happened that there was another typo in Jingchen's book in the poem he wrote to Jingchen. This was not accidental.

Half a month passed in a flash, and Bai Cangdong still couldn't figure it out. He came here to copy books every day, and he had never seen Jingchen's face again.

"Where are you going? Come back." It was too late, and today's book copying work had ended. Bai Cangdong was about to go home, but was stopped by Zhao Chenfeng, the manager of the bookstore.

"I wonder what the poster has to tell you?" Bai Cangdong asked in surprise.

Zhao Chenfeng is a sub-man, a person who is favored by the right guardian. The right guardian and Jingchen, the left guardian, have always had the same power as water and fire, so Zhao Chenfeng naturally has no good face to Bai Cangdong. Bai Cangdong has been here for so long and has been assigned a large number of book copying tasks every day, which are enough for him to copy for several years.

"It's your turn to watch the night out today, don't you know?" Zhao Chenfeng looked at Bai Cangdong and sneered.

"Vied at night?" Bai Cangdong was slightly stunned.

Of course, Bai Cangdong knew about the night watch. Every day, there were people from the Book Pavilion responsible for the night watch. However, it was not to protect these books, but to compare and read the books copied by everyone during the day to see if there were any mistakes.

Bai Cangdong remembered that he had just arrived. According to the order of scheduling, it should be his turn to watch the night in more than a month. Why was it his turn to watch the night in just half a month?

"What are you doing when you are stunned? Why don't you go?" Zhao Chenfeng glared at him, without even an explanation.

Bai Cangdong didn't say anything and walked into a special room for vigil.

This is to prevent the comparison person from touching the books in the library at night, and a house is specially separated. The vigilant will be locked inside and complete the comparison work all night until the library opens the next day.

Including the books he copied today, many of them were placed on the desk, and a lot of them were piled up, and many of them were not copied today.

"You have to compare all these books tonight and pick out the wrong books, otherwise don't blame me for following the rules." Zhao Chenfeng said coldly, turned around and left.

Bai Cangdong frowned slightly, knowing that Zhao Chenfeng was deliberately messing with him. How could he compare and complete the books here overnight with so many books?

But if he had not compared one by one, and had just piled up the books casually, it was considered to have been compared. Bai Cangdong believed that Zhao Chenfeng would definitely pick out a book that was full of mistakes from the books he had compared tomorrow, and he would only be even worse by then.

Bai Cangdong had no choice but to compare one by one, and he didn't want to compare all the books quickly.

After doing it for a while, Bai Cangdong's eyes were a little dry. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his waist, raised his head and turned his neck, but Bai Cangdong suddenly became stunned and stared at the ceiling with his eyes straight.
Chapter completed!