" Eh?" The reception monk looked at the three silver ingots in his arms and his expression quickly became firm. He had to go in!
Wasn't it just a trip to the Scripture Depository? At most, he would be punished afterwards. How could he be more important than these three silver ingots?
However, this benefactor's heart is really sincere ~
However, the reception monk was too lazy to think about why Zhong Mo was in such a hurry to spend three silver ingots to enter at this time instead of coming back a few days later.
The three silver ingots were all in his pocket. What was the point of thinking about those things? It was not something that he should be thinking about. He was just a small receiving monk. Why should he care so much?
He immediately returned the greeting to Zhong Mo and said," Amitabha. Patron, you're very thoughtful. Please wait here for a moment. I'll be back soon."”
Then, after the reception monk found someone to take his place, he walked into the temple without looking back.
After a while, he walked out of the temple again and said with a sincere smile,"Amitabha, everything is going well. I will bring you to the Sutra Library to comprehend the Buddhist Dharma and copy the Buddhist scriptures.”
"Thank you, Master." Seeing that he could finally enter the Scripture Depository after spending three silver ingots, Zhong Mo finally heaved a sigh of relief. The huge rock in his heart had finally been lifted.
However, when Zhong Mo walked behind the reception monk, he stared at the back of the reception monk with a puzzled expression.
"He only allowed me to enter the Scripture Depository after taking three taels of silver from me. His appetite is really big. However, you have to know that my silver is not so easy to take.”
The reception monk brought Zhong Mo to the Sutra Depository. He first whispered something to the monk on duty outside the Sutra Depository, then took out one of the three silver ingots he had received from Zhong Mo and handed it to the leading monk. After that, he returned with a smile on his face.
"Benefactor, you can go in now. I won't go in with you. But you have to be careful. You can only move freely on the first floor of the Sutra Depository. There are monks guarding the floors above the first floor.”
After saying that, the reception monk bowed and left quickly after bidding farewell to the monks beside him.
After entering the Sutra Depository, Zhong Mo did not make a move immediately. Instead, he quietly released his perception and used the corner of his eye to observe the situation in the Sutra Depository.
Lucky!
Zhong Mo exclaimed in his heart that he was lucky!
He did not see any familiar monks in the Sutra Depository. There were only a few ordinary monks on duty in the Sutra Depository. Moreover, those ordinary monks on duty did not seem to be very strong.
" I just don't know if there are any powerful monks hiding in the Sutra Library." Zhong Mo did not feel completely relieved when he did not see any powerful monks in the open. After all, this was the Shaolin Temple, and they were in the Sutra Library of the Shaolin Temple.
For example, Zhong Mo hadn't seen Monk Jue Yuan. He didn't know if he was temporarily not in the Sutra Depository.
Monk Jue Yuan was Zhang Sanfeng's master. Although he didn't know any martial arts moves, his thick internal energy was almost comparable to Guo Jing's at his peak. Unfortunately, he died of exhaustion in the end.
Although Zhong Mo wasn't afraid of him and was confident that he could kill Monk Jue Yuan in the battle, this would definitely alarm the entire Shaolin Temple and bring him a lot of unnecessary trouble. He didn't come to Shaolin Temple to kill people, but to seek money.
There were tens of thousands of monks in Shaolin Temple, and there were many monks with strong martial arts skills. Zhong Mo felt that he had no chance of winning under the siege.
After all, the Xiantian realm was only the Xiantian realm, not a god. Moreover, Zhong Mo himself was only in the early Xiantian realm, and he had not learned any martial arts.
Although Zhong Mo's mind was filled with thoughts, he walked toward the rows of bookshelves as if nothing had happened. His eyes were bright as he scanned the scriptures.
"Diamond Sutra!"
"Three Lifetimes Karma Scripture!"
"Amitabha Sutra!"
"Great Nirvana Scripture!"
In the spacious and quiet Sutra Depository, Zhong Mo carefully checked the name of each scripture, afraid that he would miss any of them.
"Lotus Sutra!"
"Prajna Sutra!"
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"Lankaya Sutra!"
The three simple words that suddenly entered his eyes made Zhong Mo's pupils shrink. His heart could not help but twitch at this moment. Four scrolls of scriptures were neatly placed on the library, not a speck of dust.
Zhong Mo's fingers trembled as he touched the four scriptures. The four scriptures that were originally placed on the bookshelf instantly disappeared.
In the System Space, the four scriptures were flipping on their own. In the gaps between the pages, one could see the tiny words. Zhong Mo could clearly feel his heart beating faster and faster. His blood could not help but surge. The goal of this trip had been accomplished.
Nine Yang Scripture, a top-notch martial art created by the Wine Fighting Monk. 800 points. The host has received 80 points.
Zhong Mo listened to the system's voice in his mind and felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders.
"Phew, I've finally achieved my goal this time! Fortunately, he did not need to use the unparalleled skill in Shaolin Temple to snatch the Nine Yang Sutra.”
Zhong Mo wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead. Looking at the system panel that only he could see and the Nine Yang Sutra that was obediently lying in his System Backpack, Zhong Mo could not help but feel his adrenaline surge and his heart speed up.
"The goal has been achieved. Next is the additional question.”Zhong Mo could no longer hide the fervor in his eyes. He looked up at the Scripture Depository.
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