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It was too late to go out last night. Not long after I went out, there was a vision at the Buddha Pagoda.

Jiu Fenghai coughed lightly, and said in embarrassment, Let me go out to investigate information tonight.

I will go with you.

Xia Jun said: Judging from the reactions of those monks, the situation last night should have been serious. The accident that destroyed the Garan Sect may happen at any time.

I don't want to sit still.

Jiu Fenghai frowned slightly, After last night's accident, those monks will definitely strengthen their defenses. It's easier to be discovered when two people go out.

Phantom Talisman,

Xia Jun interrupted: I have two Youxing Talismans written by a talisman master, which can pass through walls, escape ground, and fly into the air.

And runes?

Jiu Fenghai raised his eyebrows, remembering that the other party was King Wu of the Zhou Kingdom after all, and it was not uncommon for him to have one or two life-saving props on him, not to mention that the Youxing Talisman could be used in the final trial, so he immediately agreed.

Tsk.

Seeing that the two were discussing the matter of night investigation, Sui Yi smacked his lips and couldn't help asking Li Ang beside him, Xiao Ang, when will my hand injury heal?

What's Xiao Ang's name?

Li Ang complained silently in his heart, brushed his palms across the bushes, and caught a few flying insects at random, It will hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days, Senior Sister, please be quiet.

How can you settle down?

Sui Yi rolled his eyes, There is a large formation guarding the mountain outside, and I know that my death is approaching, so there will be ghosts if I can rest assured. After all, why are you not panic at all? Don't worry about being trapped in this era Is it?

Because there's no use worrying.

Li Ang said casually: It's impossible for me to worry about it for a while, and the problem will be solved, right? Besides, I don't think there is a possibility of being 'trapped in this era'.

Um?

Sui Yi was taken aback, What do you mean?

If we really stayed at the end of the Sui Dynasty and couldn't go back, then our names should exist in history.

For example, the advisers and ministers around Yu Gaozu, Yu Taizu, or the doctor of the academy—I don’t think we will be unknown and submerged in the long river of history.

Li Ang said lightly: Since there is no such thing in the history books, there are only two possibilities.

One, we have successfully returned to the State of Yu three hundred years later.

Second, we died directly in the Jialanzong ruins.

There is no third possibility.

Hearing this, Sui Yi held down the hilt of his sword and remained silent.

Brush pull.

Li Ang casually threw the flying insects into the bushes, and his mind was full of thoughts. In fact, he didn't tell Sui Yi the whole truth, because there was another possibility.

This is a parallel world.

‘If I engrave some specious future predictions on dozens of solid stone slabs, and attach them to stop the academic exchanges of more than 300 years of Yuli, and then bury the stone slabs one or two meters underground in Lingtai Mountain.

Then according to the normal historical trajectory, the Xue Gong Ji Gu team after two hundred years should be able to discover a large number of stone slabs.

They will be shocked by the contents of the slate and prevent this academic exchange from happening in advance.

Then I will not come to Lingtai Mountain, and it is impossible to bury the stone slabs.

So it's a time paradox. '

Li Ang rubbed the bridge of his nose, thinking that he had read so many books in Xuegong Zangshuge, and had a deep enough understanding of aliens.

But now it seems that the adage taught by the doctors is really true-never try to understand the mutation with human reason.

We can only pin our hopes on Mosi.

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It was late at night, and there were still monks carrying lanterns in the courtyard of the wing room, patrolling back and forth uninterruptedly.

Perhaps because they knew that the landslide was not convincing, the Garan Sect simply ordered the monks to patrol at night, and placed cross-wooden door bolts inside and outside the pilgrims' rooms to prevent people from going out at night.

However, such tricks naturally cannot stop practitioners.

Xia Jun took out two talismans painted with iron and silver hooks from his bosom, took a deep breath, threw one to Jiu Fenghai, and opened the talismans with a heartbroken expression.

The figures of the two quickly dimmed and faded, like shadows on a paper window, leaving only vague outlines.

They nodded to the others, walked through the wall, and stood side by side in the darkness of the alley.

Where are you going?

The Hall of Great Heroes.

Silently, the two slid close to the shadows,

Li Ang, who was leaning against the window, also flicked his fingers in the dark, awakening the mosquitoes in the distance.

Mosi in the fifth stage can parasitize small creatures and remotely control them like puppets.

Now is the best time to test this new capability.

Buzz——

In the bushes, more than a dozen mosquitoes swirled up and flew in different directions.

Some went towards the Buddha Pagoda, some towards the Sutra Pavilion, the Daxiong Palace, and some towards the Supervisory Court.

What is the fastest way to learn about the Garan sect?

In addition to kidnapping the abbot, tortured the abbot, or going straight to the pagoda,

It is to check the prison records.

The supervisor is the chief manager of the temple, and manages all affairs in the temple, whether it is the discipline of the monks or the donations of pilgrims, a record must be kept at the supervisor.

Li Ang controlled the mosquitoes, avoided the old monk who had fallen into a drowsy sleep, and flew into the warehouse behind the prison, and was immediately dumbfounded.

I saw thirty large bookshelves in the room, and each shelf was filled with scroll-shaped books.

There are more wooden boxes in the corner, and scrolls are also stacked in each box.

‘The Garan Sect has five prisons, and this is just one of them. If you want to find clues, you have to find the year of the monkey. '

Li Ang complained frantically from the bottom of his heart, controlled the mosquitoes to get into the scroll, checked it quickly, and soon discovered the clue.

Monk records are only a small part of the records, and more of them are ledgers.

The Jialan Sect's bank business is open all over the world, and it can be called a wealthy country. The wealth under its name includes business names, land, temples, wine shops, drug stores, spices, and textiles.

Only 30% of the vast amount of wealth will end up at the headquarters of the Garan Sect.

For the remaining 70%, in addition to distributing pocket money to monks in various temples and maintaining the operation of temple banks,

It also costs a lot of money to hold pujas, provide food and drink, and maintain influence among the people.

In addition, you have to use money to eliminate disasters, and give gifts to officials at all levels of the court, as well as other sects of practice, so as not to be troubled.

Numerous human contacts and money transactions make the list of ledgers voluminous,

However, there are not as many paper records stored in the prison as expected.

And it can only be traced back to three years ago at the earliest.

Such a complex network of interests, even if four or five hundred skilled accountants and actuaries are brought over, they may not be able to sort it out.

How did the Jialan sect figure it out with only a few dozen people?

And why only records within three years? Are all the records from three years ago gone?

Li Ang thought hard, and suddenly thought of something.

Xixian.

This rare and rare monster was used as a huge backup library in the academy three hundred years later, as well as a browser search engine and a paper plagiarism check tool.

If the Jialan sect wants to figure out the bill, they have to rely on the silver fairy.

Li Ang immediately controlled the mosquitoes, searched the warehouse more carefully, and finally found a fat insect that looked like a silkworm baby in the middle of a bookshelf.