"Does the old monk Gu Jing refer to the top row of books or the bookshelf?"
In the process of climbing, I was thinking about this problem.
You can understand the word above, anyway, people pointed out a certain range, and the rest is my own business.
"Regardless of those, first climb to the highest point and take a look. If there are books hidden on the shelves, it will be the job to keep them out."
After making up his mind, his legs and feet pressed hard to speed up the climbing speed.
A few minutes later, I was already at the highest point of the triangular ladder, just a little higher than the bookshelf that was more than five feet high, and I saw the bookshelf.
"Sure enough, there are books!"
My heart is jumping.
I can see that on the wooden board above the bookshelf, a book is placed a few meters away. The strange thing is that the cover is pure black, which does not look like paper material. What is more outrageous is that there are no words on the cover. , Did not indicate what scripture this is.
Turning his head and looking around, I saw that on the rows of bookshelves, ten meters away was a black book. It was very regular, and it was very visually impactful when viewed from this height.
"It should be this."
I pondered and estimated the distance.
"I can't reach it. It seems that I can only climb on top of the bookshelf. Fortunately, the width of the top of the bookshelf is sufficient, and there are so many books and scriptures stored underneath. The weight is also very considerable, so it is very stable. , Even if I climb up, I won’t turn it over."
After confirming this, carefully climb from the top of the tripod onto the bookshelf.
It is estimated that the bookshelves are not swayed, and they will not fall due to the weight of the human body.
It was close to Heishu now.
Try to stand up and watch the surroundings condescendingly. The night vision ability works. Even if the light is dim, it will not obstruct my vision.
Suddenly, I found a very strange thing, that is, the black books that I saw, in fact, they formed a circle. The placement of each book is very particular, with a slight slope, all black books group In one place, it is a circle.
In this circle, there are at least thousands of black books. From my perspective, it feels very strange.
"What is Falong Temple doing? Why are black books placed like this?"
My heart is full of doubts,
But it will not delay the action.
The Buddhist method of exorcising evil spirits is right in front of you, and there is no time to think about other things. The right principle is to master it as soon as possible.
Gather your mind, after sitting down slowly, reach out to the black book that is only half a meter away from you. At such a distance, you can see the metal light and feelings reflected on the cover of the black book. This is a book made of metal.
"I think the pages in the book are made of steel. The content of the book must have been sealed onto the metal pages."
Judging like this from the bottom of my heart, my fingers are about to touch the cover of the black book.
At this moment, I became stiff.
Because, from the corner of my eye, I swept a scene....
There was a huge shock in my heart, and he quickly retracted his eyes, pretending that he didn't know, and suddenly he yelled and covered his forehead with his backhand.
"My God, my head hurts, what's the matter? It doesn't work, go take some painkillers first, come back and read a book, it hurts too much, is it a sequelae of the operation?"
Muttering these words, he left the top of the bookshelf grinningly, returned to the tripod, and climbed down. Then, while pressing his temple, he muttered: "I will read the book when I have the energy. The previous consumption was too much. I have to find a place to sleep first."
He staggered in his footsteps and walked out from behind the giant screen.
During this process, I curiously reached out and touched the portrait of Dainichi Tathagata on the giant screen. I wanted to know what material the screen was made of
After pressing it for a few times, I couldn't determine the material. It didn't feel like cloth, but it wasn't biological skin. God knows what material it is
If I don't understand, I won't fix it, and I walked toward the door, but my heart raised my throat.
Finally, approached the door.
Reaching out to push the door, the door opened in response, and I walked out.
As soon as he walked out of the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the sound of the door closing automatically came from behind him.
The body shook for a few times, and then he sat down on the ground, his whole body was punched through with cold sweat.
"It's so risky, so I can't hang it out, I'm a mother!"
These words moved in the bottom of my heart, and I almost died of fear.
Ten minutes back in time.
At that time, just before I touched the black book, I saw a person out of the corner of my eye, no, it was a ghost.
The ghost of an old monk, the ancient mirror!
He is not far away
, Shrank in a dark corner in the distance, with a pair of strange light emitting from his eyes, staring straight at this side.
If it hadn't been for my eyesight to awaken the night vision ability and be able to bring the picture closer, I would never notice him.
When he left, he said that he was going to visit the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and his words were still in his ears, which contradicted his hiding side to monitor me.
I thought of a possibility in the flash of lightning.
The metal black books arranged on the bookshelves may not be a Buddhist scriptures. It is more likely that the metal black books are arranged in a certain formation, and their effect is to imprison ancient mirrors.
In other words, the old Yinling monk Gu Jing is lying!
He is not the guardian of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but an evil demon who has been trapped here for more than a thousand years.
Peerless demons!
Otherwise, there is no need to use the power of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and the metal black book to imprison him.
At that moment, I was almost frightened, so hung, just a little bit, it was possible to release a demon with the ability to harm the world.
This demon is so powerful, it will make me ignorant of north and south in a few words, it is simply poisonous!
Recalling those words of the old monk, I found that every word was on the top of the psychological weakness, and it was easy to lead me to the black book.
The metal black book that suppresses evil spirits should have certain taboos, such as not being touched by strangers, otherwise its resilience will be greatly reduced.
If I had just come into contact with the Black Book, the old monk of the Bao Qi evil demon would have escaped, and I would be killed instantly. This did not run away.
It is precisely because of this that I pretended to be unwell, muttering words like coming back later, and naturally left the bookshelf.
This is very risky. The other party must suspect that I have seen the flaw, but because he has expectations in his heart, he expects me to turn the book again later to help him get out of trouble, so it is very likely that he will not attack me.
It turns out that the bet was right. The old demon monk really held it back. He bet that I would come again later. As a result, I walked out of the Buddhist scripture pavilion safe and sound.
Sitting on the ground, with his back against the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I felt lucky.
Secretly cursed: "Seeing a great opportunity for the evil spirits, so I lost my life there. Sure enough, there is no reason to drop the big pie for no reason. Even if there is, it may not be taken by me, right?"
(End of this chapter)