After the witch was reborn, she made all the talented people in the world of cultivation cry.

In the library of the palace, Emperor Xing'an had stayed up for several nights, but he still could not find what the Imperial Master Bu Chi needed.

To be precise, he had read countless books one after another, but none of them worked.

"Where should this be?"

Looking at the vast collection of books and classics, Emperor Xing'an really wanted to faint.

After fainting, at least you can sleep comfortably.

"Hey, what exactly is the Imperial Master looking for?"

You wouldn’t think that this library in a mortal realm looks unworthy of mentioning on the outside.

The actual space inside is huge, and there are so many books that you can't even see the edges at a glance.

It's understandable when you think about it. After countless years of accumulation, Emperor Xing'an was just a mere mortal.

"Hey, Yan'er used to hide in here."

The best way to resolve this matter is to let the Imperial Master come and look for it himself.

It is a pity that non-royal blood cannot enter the library, which carries the history of the dynasty for countless years.

If not, why would Emperor Xing'an need to work so hard?

"Yan'er...?"

Thinking of Chu Yan and her impending death.

Emperor Xing'an gave a rare sigh and said, "I am raising her alone. This can be regarded as fulfilling her filial piety."

If Chu Yan himself were present, he might not even know whether he should be happy or sad.

Perhaps, there is joy and sorrow.

Fortunately, her biological father could occasionally think of her while he was busy.

Sadly, it took almost half a month from the time he left the palace to reach Jiuxuan Mountain.

Her father, queen, mother, and those in the palace who usually loved her did not realize that she had left long ago.

In the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion, Buchi was walking around, unable to enter concentration.

It always felt like something beyond imagination had happened.

This feeling of being out of control was very unpleasant and he didn't like it.

Given his current situation, there is no way to investigate.

"What's wrong?"

It may be that the laws of heaven are not complete enough, or it may be that the divine realm is a test for monks.

In short, the situation here is very complicated.

Even if the godly boss comes here, he will have to suffer what he deserves.

What's more, he is not a powerful god.

"If I had achieved the realm of a god long ago, why would I have to suffer here?"

Although he is the clone of the great monk Bu Dian and is also a Buddhist cultivator, he is actually a demon cultivator.

Because the skills they practice and their physical constitution are different, in comparison, demon cultivators are always more grumpy than Tao cultivators.

He did it himself, and it was condescending enough to be pitiful with these lowly mortals here.

Unfortunately, there has been nothing gained.

"Is something wrong?

It shouldn’t be! "

In his memory, the original owner, Buddha Buddha, had been here and had the supreme opportunity to become a Buddha in the realm of gods.

In the memory shared by the original owner, Bu Dian, he received all the help from the leader of the country here.

A long piece of nonsense, all praising himself.

The whole article can be summed up with only one meaning: the king of the country made every effort to interact with him and gave him a gift.

How could he, a monk who has nothing in common, covet these extraneous things?

I couldn't refuse it, so I had to accept it reluctantly.

Then, the surrounding fairy spiritual energy swarmed in. After the treasure was activated by the fairy spiritual power, it transformed into a teleportation array in seconds, and sent its body to the Shenyun Pond where it had the opportunity to become a god.

Since that time, the fairy spiritual power in this space has almost been cut off.

There is no replicability in the world, and no matter how detailed the description of the ontology is, it will not help.

The owner of this country is not the owner of that country. No matter what the ratio of time flow between this place and the outside world is, it is impossible to find the old person again.

However, his descendants are still alive and can still be used by him.

Thinking of this, he asked, "Where is your majesty?"

Someone in the outer room replied: "Your Majesty is very diligent!"

Bu Chi understood that Emperor Xing'an had been complying with his request and was looking for the key in the library.

Logically speaking, he should feel relieved that everything is going as planned.

But I always feel uneasy in my heart, especially in the past few days, I always feel anxious about missing out on the whole world.

"What went wrong?"

As early as when he first came here, he had already calculated that the key was inseparable from the royal library.

Befriending people from the royal family and becoming a national advisor at least proved that he was making the right move.

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Bu Chi took out the bone fragments and tortoise shell, and after praying devoutly, he took out his armor and divined the third hexagram of why he came here.

There are only three things, and the third hexagram can be regarded as his last hexagram.

Therefore, he cherished it very much and felt even more uneasy.

The first hexagram is a clue of chance, pointing to the library in the palace.

In the second hexagram, the divination predicts that someone will compete with him for the opportunity, so he takes the first step to kill the possibility.

Therefore, they colluded with the black dragon.

This third hexagram was calculated using the Library Pavilion as an opportunity.

After half a day, Bu Chi opened his eyes, raised his head, and bowed to the empty sky.

"there is none left?"

The hexagram phase is empty. First, it means that this hexagram does not count or cannot be calculated, so it is empty.

But this is basically impossible because there is precedent.

The second is that the opportunity has passed, so it is left blank.

Monk Buchi's face instantly turned pale, "Impossible, how is this possible?"

As the national master here, I have worked hard to protect it for nearly ten years. How can I say that it will be gone if it is gone?

"Who could it be?"

I have lived a long life and have seen a lot.

Within a breath or two, Bu Chi calmed down.

Start thinking over and over about the ins and outs of things and the reversibility of things afterwards.

Only the royal bloodline can enter the library. The current situation is that although Emperor Xing'an has many heirs, they are all young.

And among the previous generations of royal families, there were only Miaomiao.

If not, a short-lived person like Emperor Xing'an would not be allowed to sit on the throne.

"The oldest is only five years old, the little prince."

Thinking of this, a flash of cruelty flashed in Bu Chi's eyes.

It can't be him after all, right?

Empress Xu's offense against him is unpardonable.

He originally wanted to kill the prince to satisfy his hatred, but thinking of that eventuality, he could only temporarily stop the murderous intention in his heart.

The five-year-old child was made a prince when he was born.

There was no way, Emperor Xing'an was born with a short-lived appearance, not only the courtiers, but also the empress dowager in the palace were worried all day long.

I was afraid that if he didn't catch his breath, he would kick his legs and pass away.

Therefore, the existence of the prince is too important.

Fortunately, the child inherited the Xu family's constitution.

Emperor Xing'an, who was so sick, gave birth to a child that was extremely healthy.

"Where's the little prince?"

The little prince had not yet learned to walk or talk, but he was already filled with courses and various teachings.

Sleeping even half a quarter of an hour more in a day is a luxury, let alone running to the library at will.

Being surrounded by a large group of palace maids and eunuchs all day long makes it difficult to move.

This also means that the little prince is qualified to enter, but he is the least likely person to enter.

"Who else could it be but him?"

Suddenly, he thought of a windy and fiery little figure, and stood up immediately, "Is it her?!"

The speed was too fast, he stood up too hard, and Bu Chi almost fell down.

"How did I forget her?"