‘There is no superior... I didn’t expect that this author has already involved this... His fate is probably not good...’

From these twisted blood-colored words, Zhong Shenxiu sensed madness, despair, and even... fear before death!

The so-called "supreme" refers to existences such as [Tianmu] and [Master of the Sect].

A monk like ant dares to record these external gods. Isn’t it because the right and wrong of the real gods is seeking death?

Without even taking action, the backlash of fate in the dark is enough to make him tie himself up.

Zhong Shenxiu closed the "Study on Ambitions" and put it into the bookshelf.

Old Li asked with a smile: "Can the guest make a decision?"

"This book is excellent."

Zhong Shenxiu sighed: "But I'm short of money, I'd better make some money first, and come back next time!"

"you……"

Old Li reacted a little, his eyes seemed to say, "Are you kid doing a free job?"

Zhong Shenxiu glanced at him, and the meaning was probably 'How can you call prostitutes when it comes to scholars?'

"I'm upset, I'll say goodbye to you, and you don't have to send me off."

Zhong Shenxiu Shiran, with Jiang Kun with a shame-looking face, went down the stairs and walked out of Tingchao Pavilion.

"Brother Fang..."

Jiang Kun hesitated and said, "Even if you want to learn from the poor scholars of ordinary people, you have to buy a book in the end, just to be honest... How can you still have some face to go after this?"

"It's okay!"

Zhong Shenxiu waved his hand and pointed to a corner of the market: "What is there? It's so lively?"

"Then there is a street stall. You only need to hand over a treasure note to set up a stall for a day. There are many fakes in it..."

Jiang Kun seemed to have been cheated and solemnly reminded.

"It's okay, you lend me a treasure money first, I'll set up a stall and earn some pocket money."

Zhong Shenxiu smiled.

"I wonder what business Brother Fang wants to do?" Jiang Kun suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. It was obvious that he wanted to hug his thighs.

But now, why do you seem to be futile?

Even, I have to pay and work hard to do errands for others...

"It's not too much to set up a writing stall to interpret the text of the Great Dao for the monks, and to collect him a thousand dollars in a word?"

Zhong Shenxiu stretched.

As for the possible follow-up of Tingchao Pavilion, he is also fishing.

‘This seems to be interesting to the person on Chao Pavilion... It’s a pity that I can’t use the light of the original order, otherwise I would let him kneel down and lick him in minutes...’

...

Tingchao Pavilion.

After Zhong Shenxiu went downstairs, the grievance and anger on Lao Li's face suddenly disappeared, as if he was just a puppet.

He wandered before the bookshelf that Zhong Shenxiu had seen, stared for a long time before he came to a corner of the attic and pressed a certain mechanism.

A squeak.

A staircase was slowly lowered.

Lao Li stepped on the stairs, walked step by step, and walked very slowly, and came to the third floor of Tingchao Pavilion, which was never open to the public.

Boom!

After passing through a barrier, all kinds of noisy sounds came to my ears one after another.

"The Heavenly Book Views, how to solve the erosion of the text? How to solve the problem?"

"I transform all things, and all things transform themselves, so where do I exist? No...No..."

"Ah... the great evil will destroy the world, the great evil will destroy the world, we will eventually die, and everything will die!"

...

Many roars like wild beasts come, and just hearing them may upset ordinary monks and increase the risk of madness.

The third floor of Tingchao Pavilion is a cage!

Lao Li passed by an iron fence and saw one of the old Jiewen masters constantly hitting the wall with his head, shattering blood, and then dipping his hands in blood to write.

Those lines are not ordinary words, but texts of the great way!

Old Li sighed, quickly walked past the half-crazy Jiewen master and came to the core area of ​​the third floor.

Light!

A light that is weak but sufficient to illuminate the darkness, light and dark, illuminating this area.

Old Li raised his head and saw a mass of substance between illusion and reality, like a glowing jellyfish, constantly collapsing and expanding.

The translucent tentacles sank into the cells and entered the heads of those semi-crazy Jiewen masters, as if they were absorbing something...

If the guests from Tingchao Pavilion see this scene, they will inevitably be shocked to the point of being beyond words.

After all, Tingchao Pavilion actually stocked such a demon that looked very dangerous on the third floor of Tingchao Pavilion!

"People's Lord!"

Old Li bowed respectfully.

This group of strange demons was alienated from the master of Tingchao Pavilion and a great monk!

"I feel...I'm feeling...I'm a little bit interpreting the text of the Great Dao on the second floor today? That kind of light of civilization, the fire of information...is mouth-watering..."

The glowing jellyfish suddenly became bright red, like a huge ball of meat.

"There is indeed someone, but he did not take away any secret book of the local department. He just watched the book "Ambition and Examination"... It didn't take long, and I don't know if it is suitable for the Pavilion Master..."

Old Li said in a deep voice.

"My practice of [The Supreme Sage of the Seeking My Native Life Sutra] has a problem and turned into such a form that is neither human nor ghost. I can only absorb literary energy every day to save my life... This book is too profound, and it is also a secret book of the Earth Department. It is infinitely close to the Heaven Department. It has to find Master Jiewen to translate the real scriptures to repair the flaws and turn it into a human being. You must do this quickly!"

"I couldn't help but the second floor of the pavilion. I wanted to fish, find a real master Jiewen, or even a master, and sacrifice my life to translate the mysterious sutras of the earth for me!"

The blood-red flesh ball trembled violently, and an illusory tentacle fell on Lao Li's head.

Old Li seemed to have been whipped, and his whole body was thrust, but he forced himself to endure: "Abide by the order! My subordinates have sent someone to keep an eye on that person. He has not left the market. Every move is in our control. Please rest assured by the Pavilion Master!"

The Pavilion Master, who made mistakes in practicing secret book practice, has now turned into a demon.

Originally, it was just a bookshelves full of eyes, which could be called a "book demon".

But over the past period of time, the degree of alienation has continued to deepen, and it has become something even more evil.

Old Li was very respectful on the surface, but in his heart, he corresponded this form with the description in a Western classic.

Information creature! The demon of civilization!

Although it is only in the childhood stage, if you go wild, it will undoubtedly bring a catastrophe to monks with a radius of hundreds of miles!

If Zhong Shenxiu was here, he would definitely know why he had such a sense before.

As an information creature, the monster of civilization, the other party is essentially between reality and reality. It is born to be a semi-data-based existence, and it also has a halo of cognitive fallacy, which can easily tamper with the cognition of monks.

But for Zhong Shenxiu, who has mastered the authority of the light of order, it is equivalent to delivering food to the door.

With just one idea, you can easily take over all the other party's permissions and then modify them on the panel...
Chapter completed!