The Taoist Buddhist Scripture Pavilion is located in an inconspicuous little house in the backyard.
This small house is extremely exquisite.
Although not big, it is very beautiful, as if...
In Journey to the West, when Sun Wukong fought with Erlang Shen, Sun Wukong became like that small house.
There is no electricity inside, let alone candlelight, so you can only enter during the day.
At night, well...
Modern mobile phones have flashlight functions, so you can enter at night.
The surroundings of the Sutra Pavilion are filled with bookshelves, and the books on the bookshelves are covered with thick layers of dust.
Zhou Liangchen on the side looked at Leng Ze with a strange look on his face and said, "What? Do you want to learn kung fu too?"
"Um."
Leng Ze nodded and said, "You can't always rely on brute force. You have to learn some skills."
"Just you?"
Zhou Liangchen said with unabashed ridicule: "I'm not saying that if you can learn a set of boxing techniques, I will lose."
Leng Ze had no interest in ordinary books. The reason why he came to the Scripture Collection Pavilion was simply to see if there was anything valuable.
It seems that these books are worth some money, after all, they are antiques.
Although Leng Ze didn't understand the antique business, he could tell from the texture of these books that they seemed to be quite old.
Wow!
Leng Ze threw the car keys to Zhou Liangchen, and then said: "Bring that van in."
"what?"
"Moving books."
"?"
Hearing this, Zhou Liangchen was dumbfounded!
Is this guy really planning to empty out the Taoist temple?
"Leng Ze, don't go too far!"
"Is it too much?"
Leng Ze rolled his eyes at Zhou Liangchen and continued: "The old Taoist priest said that I can take whatever I want from the Taoist temple."
"you!"
Zhou Liangchen's face turned red with anger, he clenched his fists tightly, and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.
In the end, I had no choice but to nod my head and snort coldly: "Okay, okay, here you go! It doesn't matter! These books are not valuable anyway."
After saying that, Zhou Liangchen turned around and walked towards the garage.
After Zhou Liangchen left completely, Leng Ze began to look around.
There must be something shady in this.
Isn’t that what is written in online articles? In the mysterious sect's Sutra Pavilion, there must be some secrets of the sect that cannot be easily spread to others.
Or maybe it's some Taoist banned book or something like that.
But after searching for a long time, Leng Ze still found nothing.
Now that Leng Ze has no system, he can only rely on himself if he wants to improve his strength.
But Lengze didn't have a clue, so stealing became the most practical and perfect method at the moment.
Leng Ze didn't even bother to look through these books at the moment. The reason why he took them away was just in line with the good style of not taking them for nothing.
While Lengze was rummaging through the books in the Sutra Pavilion, the plaque at the top of the room suddenly loosened, and there was a sound of rotten wood rubbing against each other.
Leng Ze looked around after hearing the sound, raised his head, and suddenly thought of something.
In martial arts movies, people like to hide things in plaques.
Emperors of the Qing Dynasty also liked to hide their wills behind upright plaques.
Maybe there is something behind this plaque.
Thinking of this, Leng Ze moved a small bench, stepped on it, put his hand into the plaque and took it out.
After digging around for a long time, I took out a piece of rag.
Before I had time to spread it out and take a look, the bench under my feet came loose and there was a crash! It just fell apart!
It's not that the bench isn't strong enough, it's that Lengze's is too heavy.
After all, he has a body of steel!
According to the most basic laws of physics, the harder it is, the greater the density.
The greater the density, the greater the weight.
Leng Ze's muscles can resist bullets, and the weight can be imagined.
"What the hell?"
Leng Ze fell on his butt and his eyes immediately glanced at the mezzanine under the bench.
First, he unfolded the rag in his hand and looked at it, and found that it looked like a map.
Leng Ze didn't recognize the text next to it. I don’t know which dynasty it is from, and it’s written like a ghostly talisman.
But inside the rag was a piece of paper that was almost broken into powder.
There are still clearly visible red marks on the paper.
It says……
——The four characters "Hongzhi Tongbao"!
"Hongzhi? Zhu Youtang, the Hongzhi Emperor of the Ming Dynasty?"
The paper was already in tatters. From a rough judgment, this thing should be a bank note from the Ming Dynasty.
Leng Ze didn't understand the specifics. After all, he didn't study history.
I only recognized the four characters "Hongzhi Tongbao".
By the way, there are still a few large characters on the top of Hongzhi Tongbao, but they are already broken into pieces. Only the three characters "Xingbao Chao" can be seen.
According to common sense, the complete body should be the "Ming Dynasty Tongbao Banknote".
The denomination is one thousand cash, which is a regular amount of money, or one tael of silver.
At this moment, the sound of a car engine suddenly came from ahead.
When Leng Ze heard the sound, he quickly rolled up the money in rags and stuffed it into his arms.
At the same time, he took out the stuff from the middle of the broken stool.
It was a scroll, and Leng Ze also stuffed it into his arms.
"Come on, help me!"
As soon as Zhou Liangchen got off the car, he saw Leng Ze walking over carrying a stack of books.
The two of them worked for about ten minutes and then almost moved the Sutra Pavilion.
Afterwards, Leng Ze dusted himself off, and then asked: "Is there any other place to hide treasures?"
Zhou Liangchen is also real. Leng Ze dares to ask if he really dares to take him there.
The two came to a small warehouse again.
In the warehouse, in addition to some magical tools used by Taoist priests, there are also several swords.
These swords seem to be quite old.
Zhou Liangchen was genuine and introduced with a proud look on his face: "This sword was left behind by our ancestor back then!"
"Uncle Master said that back then, our ancestor joined the White Lotus Sect and fought with the rebel army in the north and south. Later, he seemed to have won the world, but he was on the wrong team and his leader was killed. In desperation, he lived in seclusion in the mountains and established this Taoist temple."
Leng Ze nodded.
He didn't know much about history, but he had heard of the White Lotus Sect.
It seems to be a certain martial arts sect in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties, or a rebel army, etc. Leng Ze is not sure.
"Do you know who Grandmaster is following?"
Zhou Liangchen still showed off.
Originally, Leng Ze had no intention of taking this sword, but after hearing Zhou Liangchen show it off, he thought it was also an antique! Just take it all together.
Zhou Liangchen also showed off: "Our ancestor, we followed Chen Youliang. Chen Youliang, do you know who he is?"
"Um."
Leng Ze nodded and looked at the second sword.
"This sword is amazing! This sword is the sword of the ninth generation head of Xuanzhong Sect. It was born during the Hongzhi period of the Ming Dynasty..."
Before he finished speaking, Leng Ze also smiled.
"What about this?"
Leng Ze pointed to the third sword.
At this time, Zhou Liangchen was being stupid and knew that he shouldn't say anything.
Originally, I just wanted to show off, but I didn't expect that this bastard Leng Ze was so incompetent!
As soon as I heard it was an antique, I immediately put it in the car.
"you do not say?"
Leng Ze frowned: "If you don't say it, I'll take it down. Even if you don't say it, I'll take it."
After saying that, Leng Ze loaded all the remaining swords into the van.
Seeing this, Zhou Liangchen was so angry that his teeth itched!
After loading the van, Leng Ze wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Okay! It's getting late, go back and rest!"
After saying that, Leng Ze parked the van at the entrance of the Taoist temple, and then returned to his original room.
Seeing this, Zhou Liangchen said angrily: "Why don't you leave?"
"What? Driving me away?" Leng Ze rolled his eyes at Zhou Liangchen: "Can't I take a rest?"
"Haha." Zhou Liangchen sneered and said, "Okay, okay, just rest!"
After saying that, he went to the old Taoist priest's room without looking back.
As soon as he opened the door, Zhou Liangchen found the old Taoist priest holding a pipe in his mouth, smoking desperately, and sitting on the couch with a sad face.
"Uncle, where is my master?"
Zhou Liangchen asked curiously.
The old Taoist priest shook his head and sighed: "Alas! Xiuqin doesn't remember anything, she doesn't remember anything..."
The voice was a little bitter.
"She wouldn't let me touch her and ran to another room."
Seeing this, Zhou Liangchen immediately comforted him: "Uncle Master, don't worry, women! They are more reserved."
"Anyway, now that Master is alive, it's only a matter of time before she falls in love with you again!"
"But then again, Uncle Master, Leng Ze... emptied our Scripture Pavilion! They even took away Master Patriarch's sword!"
Hearing this, the old Taoist priest suddenly sneered.
"Hmph..."
"He can't take it away, he can't take anything away."
After saying that, the old Taoist priest dug into his pocket and placed the bottle of elixir in his arms on the table.
"Uncle Master, what is this?"
Zhou Liangchen was stunned for a moment.
"The pill I gave him is different from the one you took."
"The one you are eating was left behind by our ancestors, and the one I gave him was made by myself."
"Originally, I saw that one pill was missing from the elixir left by my ancestors, so I thought I could make some according to the recipe."
"As a result, it failed, and the elixir became poison."
"Don't worry, Leng Ze will definitely steal the entire bottle tonight."
"Eating one pill is no different from the elixir left by our ancestors. It will greatly increase one's power."
"But if you eat one bottle, you will explode and die."
Hearing this, Zhou Liangchen suddenly realized!
Sure enough, ginger is still spicy!
The old Taoist priest seems harmless to humans and animals and seems to follow the rules, but in fact, he has a lot of thoughts.
At this moment, Zhou Liangchen even began to feel a little pitiful for Leng Ze.
However, there must be something hateful about poor people! Who told Leng Ze to be so greedy?
snort!
Back then, you stole my woman.
Stealing my money again.
Now, the Taoist temple has to be evacuated again.
Lengze, Lengze!
It's time for you to pay the price!
Thinking of this, Zhou Liangchen's face gradually turned cold.
