Wu Zhe came to the gate of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in the holy hall. ±,
"Unexpectedly, there is such a quiet place in the palace." Wu Zhe looked at the surrounding environment that looked like an academy.
This is a palace built along the hills. Most of the mountains in Wudu City are man-made. In order to create an atmosphere here, an artificial mountain rises from the ground. Not to mention towering into the clouds, it is not inferior to natural mountains.
Of course, this is already the second half of Wudu. The mountains are actually built by taking advantage of the situation, and there have long been foundational hillsides here. Before the construction of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion in the holy temple, it was the former emperor's nourishing heart courtyard, which was transformed by Emperor Xuanwu into the Tibetan scripture pavilion built with the help of the mountain.
Manager Peng smiled and said: "Actually, the palace is quite quiet. Miss Zhou said that it is quiet here, must it be because there is a book atmosphere here?"
"That's right, it does feel like this. It looks like a place for learning." Wu Zhe agreed.
Along the surrounding of the mountain, many conjoined palace groups are built. According to Director Peng Da, these palaces are all collections of books.
In fact, it can also be seen from the exterior architecture of these palaces that there are not only the carved dragons and painted walls of royal palaces, but also the literary and ink atmosphere of book pavilions.
After Chief Peng showed the emperor's decree to the guards guarding the gate, Wu Zhe entered it together.
The inspection was very strict. Even the person brought by Chief Peng also checked Wu Zhe's badge very carefully. In fact, these guards already knew that Zhou Zhiruo would come, but they still checked meticulously, and they could see that they were used to it on weekdays.
The gate of the Sutra Pavilion in the Holy Temple is a double sliding door in the style of an academy. There is a small door for people to enter and exit, which is for the servants and guards to transport daily necessities.
But at this moment, under the simultaneous push of several guards and servants, the heavy door was pushed open creakingly. This is the highest level of palace etiquette. It's like a university with the highest status finally opened the door of knowledge for a respected guest.
Behind the gate is a deep path.
Stone corridors were built along the path. There are trees on both sides, which are covered with ivy, grape vines and other vine plants. The surrounding environment greatly blocked the sunlight, making the stone path even darker.
Director Peng had no background in martial arts, and his footsteps made a low sound on the stone path, forming a faint echo around him.
Wu Zhe's footsteps were light and effortless. She who used the Crane Walking Technique. Every step of sliding out can be like floating.
In fact, even He Lao himself could not sustain such a pace for a long time. Wu Zhe, however, found it interesting, it had a great charm, and it could improve the handiness of Crane Walking Technique, so he used it continuously.
After walking a few steps, Wu Zhe could feel the existence of the spar formation, but it was not activated. It is conceivable that if the masters of the Sword Fighting Sect raid here in an attempt to snatch the martial arts classics, these formations will definitely launch an attack or defense immediately.
Do you want to continue to steal the spar? Wu Zhe, who was used to taking advantage, thought in his heart. No way, thieves do not go empty. She has to behave cheaply and make it a habit.
However, considering that the most valuable thing here is not the spar but the martial arts classics, Wu Zhe held back. If the formation is disturbed, it will definitely attract the attention of the guards. At that time, it may affect the time I spend on reading the tome, and it may seriously affect the trust of Emperor Xuanwu in myself, so don't lose the big because of the small.
After the last section of the formation defense area, Wu Zhe noticed that there were no guards behind.
Climbing up the steps, there are various halls on both sides of the stone corridor.
"The halls on both sides are where the books are collected." Mr. Peng introduced: "The old slave was lucky to have entered, although he couldn't read many martial arts classics. But at that time, the emperor and others said that the books here are getting higher and higher. The more powerful it is."
Here began to have the location of the library hall. There is a low rock. What is written above is a heavy day.
The steps for people to step up are made of bluestone, but there is a layer of red on the edge.
"Thank you, Director Peng, for your guidance." Wu Zhe also remembered what Elder Long had reminded himself before leaving yesterday: "The collection of books in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion of the Holy Palace is usually better, followed by the short ones. Depending on your cultivation level and comprehension, you can try to read from the middle position. If it is difficult, read at a lower level."
It seems that what Long Lao said is quite right. Wu Zhe has noticed that as the steps continue to rise, there are notes on both sides.
Now the steps Wu Zhe is going up are two heavens.
The color of the steps is already different from before. The edges of the bluestone steps turned orange.
"I already informed Mrs. Xiang Zhou that you will come yesterday. I haven't seen him yet, so I think he doesn't mind Miss Zhou reading the classics." Mr. Peng speculated: "If Miss Zhou is interested, you can enter at any time. Read in the library hall."
"Here's Chief Lauben. If you're busy, I'll read here by myself."
Director Peng was first polite and willing to accompany him, but Wu Zhe said that it would be okay, so he left.
The emperor will always have a big event in these two days, and Zhou Zhiruo will have a seven-day period here, so Director Peng naturally cannot afford to accompany him.
After Chief Manager Peng left, Wu Zhe became much more casual.
She released her senses and found no one nearby. Since the mountain can continue to go up, but Wu Zhe's perception is much limited, and he doesn't know if there are people on the top.
Maybe that something seems to be peeping at yourself all the time
Wu Zhe collected Xianglao's records in his mind.
She has already read a lot of materials from Qi and Wu, and there are far fewer records about Elder Xiang than other elders. Generally speaking, he was over fifty years old, bald and fat, and he looked like a fat monk.
He usually likes to laugh when he talks, and he is more kind to people and things. But he is serious about his work, especially fond of basalt martial arts. It is often for the study of one-and-a-half-style tricks, falling into a retreat that lasts for several days.
The shape of Maitreya Buddha appeared in Wu Zhe's mind.
Maybe it's like he's in retreat
With the emperor's decree before her, she tried to walk to the book pavilion in the second heaven without thinking about the existence of Xiang Lao.
The bookstore door was closed, and the windows were not opened. Wu Zhe stretched out his hand and pushed, but he didn't push it away. It was only then that I noticed that the door of the bookstore was made of paulownia wood, but in fact it was clad with refined iron inside.
There was a large thick iron block on both doors that seemed to act as a lock. Wu Zhe vaguely guessed the purpose, and tried to infuse profound energy into it.
Sure enough, there is a spar in it, which can absorb profound energy. It was probably infused with the profound energy of a four-star warrior, and the door opened with a crack of the iron block.
Wu Zhe exerted a little force, and the door opened.
There is a stuffy smell of stagnant air, and a strong antiseptic smell such as camphor.
Stepping inside, Wu Zhe sees bookshelves with a large number of books on them. (To be continued..)