Song Ruoxi looked around, looked left and right, and observed carefully for a long time. He felt that these six people didn't look like invisible masters with superb martial arts. His eyes turned slightly and he asked, "Someone broke in last night. Did he mess up the scriptures here?"

"Uncle Master, don't worry, you won't mess with the scriptures. The Sutra Library has the power of the Bodhisattva to protect them. They can't even enter the door, so they were shocked by the shocking drum." A little nun chuckled.

When Song Ruoxi heard the little nun say this, he finally remembered that Huijin said this last night. Does this mean that there are no martial arts masters in Jinglian Temple, but only exquisite mechanisms? But mechanisms are dead, and people live. What if someone breaks the mechanism and breaks into the Sutra Pavilion? You can’t really rely on the so-called magic power of clay Bodhisattvas.

"Uncle Master, I'm going to go to the second floor to clean. Are you going up?" the little nun came over and asked politely.

"Okay!" Song Ruoxi followed the six people to the second floor with a smile.

The furnishings on the second floor are the same as those on the first floor, with tall sandalwood bookshelfs filled with sutras and scriptures. Song Ruoxi walked around the second floor and found nothing special. When he climbed to the third floor, a Buddha fragrance swelled in his face.

A sandalwood lotus platform is placed in the middle of the third floor. On the platform is a seven-story pagoda with glass and Buddha bone relics are enshrined in the pagoda. Around the lotus platform are more than a dozen sandalwood boards per person's height. Several sachets embroidered with the character "卍" are hung on the beams of the house, and the fragrance is emitted from the sachets.

Song Ruoxi walked around the lotus platform twice, but found nothing, so he went to see the sandalwood boards. The board was carved with Sanskrit. Huijin was teaching her Sanskrit. He looked at the words he knew on the board. On a whim, he started to search one by one. As he searched, he suddenly felt weak all over, his legs became weak, and he collapsed to the ground. At the moment of fainting, five big words "Sure enough, there is a mechanism" appeared in his mind!

Song Ruoxi opened his eyes, without any surprise, and what caught his eye was the familiar roof. Sure enough, he was already in the Zen room. Huijin sat on the head of the bed, chanting Buddhist scriptures softly. The smoke in the incense burner was light, and the Buddha fragrance was faint, and the sunlight shone in from the window, giving people a sense of tranquility and warmth.

"Master." Song Ruoxi narrowed his eyes and shouted softly.

"Awaken." Huijin turned around and smiled slightly, "Get up and take medicine!"

Song Ruoxi got up obediently, secretly observed Huijin while drinking the medicine. After finishing the medicine, he walked to her, "Master, you said that there are no treasures in the Sutra Library, why do you still have to set up an agency in the Sutra Library?"

Huijin looked up at her, chanted the Buddha's name, and said, "My Buddha opened the door of convenience to save all sentient beings. Those who convert can enter at any time. It is the right way to enter through the mountain gate, and it is the evil way to climb over the wall. Setting up a mechanism in the temple is not to hurt people, but to hope that they can return to the road and turn back is the shore."

"Master, you mean that in addition to the Sutra Pavilion, there are also organs in other places. So are there organs in this room?" Song Ruoxi looked around and asked curiously.

"Buddhism is everywhere, and there are mechanisms here." Hui Jin reached out and turned a wooden lotus on the window frame, and a hole appeared in the corner of the wall where the clothes hanger was placed. "Don't go around in the future, you will accidentally touch the mechanism. It will be cold and cold. If the wind evil lies on the ground, you will get sick."

"I understand." Song Ruoxi ran to the entrance of the cave and looked in. There were steps one by one below, "Master, where does this tunnel lead to?"

"Leading to the left to Qingyin Pavilion, and to the right to the pine forest behind the courtyard." Hui Jin turned the mechanism, and the floor tiles covered the hole and restored it to its original state without any trace.

Qingyin Pavilion is about 300 meters away, and the pine forest is close to you. If you are surrounded by people in the meditation room and cannot get out, you will escape from the tunnel to these two places, and you will be caught soon. This tunnel is just a decoration and has no use at all.

Song Ruoxi curled his lips disgustedly and walked back to Huijin, "Master, what mechanisms are there in this room besides authenticity?"

Huijin fiddled with the rosary in his hand, "I am merciful. People in the world have caused troubles for no reason. Don't have to argue with them. Tolerate them and avoid them, they will be calm."

Song Ruoxi sneered lightly, and just as he was about to say something, he knocked on the door, and then he heard Jingye say, "Master, the disciple is here."

"Come in." Hui Jin said.

Jingye pushed the door and put his hands together to salute Huijin and Song Ruoxi, "Master, junior brother."

"Senior Brother." Song Ruoxi returned the greeting.

"Jingchen, please go with your senior brother." Hui Jin said.

"Oh." Song Ruoxi agreed and followed Jingye out the door.

Walking through the corridor bridge, through the Chunshu Forest, walk by the right side of Qingyin Pavilion, pass through the Gongtang Pavilion, and walk around the back of the Yinsi Rock, and walk forward along the wall. The snow churned. Song Ruoxi became more and more suspicious as he walked, "Senior Brother, where are we going?"

"Go to a place." Jingye replied without looking back.

Song Ruoxi couldn't help rolling his eyes. What's the point of saying this? Of course, it was to go to a place. Could it be that it was a cold day, and he walked around outside and went back to the Zen room. "Senior brother, what is the place?"

"You'll know when you're here."

Is it necessary to be so mysterious? Song Ruoxi tilted her mouth, forget it, it seems that she can't ask, so she won't ask, and she won't ask, and she will never be kidnapped and sold.

The two walked a long way and came to an outside of a gate with a big copper lock. Song Ruoxi widened his eyes in horror. He thought he was not going to kidnap her and sell her, but to lock her up, rushed forward and hugged Jingye's waist, "Senior brother, I know I'm wrong. I will never run around again. I will stay in the Zen room and recite scriptures and meditate, don't lock me up. Senior brother, please help me plead with Master? Senior brother, I know I'm wrong! Senior brother, I don't want to go in. Senior brother!"

Jingye was stunned for a moment, looked down at Song Ruoxi, and a smile appeared on her fat face, "Junior brother, the master is not trying to lock you up, but to let you meet someone and let her teach you the etiquette of the boudoir."

"Really?" Song Ruoxi frowned suspiciously, looking at the closed wooden door. Will anyone live there?

"Mencius does not lie."

"Senior brother, if you want to lie to me, I will hit you to death." Song Ruoxi was worried and threatened.

Jingye smiled and said, "Junior brother, those who practice should never seek short-sighted views. Then they will fall into the ghost realm and will never be reborn."

Song Ruoxi narrowed his eyes, "So brother, don't lie to me, or you will make me have to commit suicide and fall into the ghost realm."

"Junior brother, if a monk doesn't tell lies, he won't lie to you." Jingye took out the copper key from his sleeve.
Chapter completed!