At this time, I finally knew why he was so anxious to ask for money, and he changed his life against the sky, Qingya Daoist frowned, and said with some embarrassment: "Senior brother, you also know that the ancestral training is cloudy, outer disciples are not allowed to enter the Tibetan Golden Pavilion, and inner disciples need permission to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, not to mention outsiders, this makes it very difficult for senior disciples."

Yang Yingbai said dissatisfiedly: "You have opened a hotel outside, what else is there to be embarrassed about?"

Qingya Daoist smiled bitterly and said: "Senior brother, you misunderstood me, my Qingya is no longer a weapon, and it won't be like this, but alas, this is all the fart of the municipal government's pursuit of chickens, and it wants to pull us into the water, now everything is a piece of paper on the top of the paper, if I don't follow, maybe in a few years, this place will become a hilltop villa."

Yang Yingbai didn't bother to listen to this, knocked on the table and said, "Don't talk about anything else, Qingya, I'll just ask you, okay, I saved your life in Dongting Lake back then, so I will use this life-saving grace in exchange for your permission, how about it?"

Qingya was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, in five minutes, you take them there" He glanced at us meaningfully, pretending to inadvertently drop a bunch of keys to the ground and turned away. "Words, feelings, first, http://www.Klxsw.com

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Yang Yingbai said dissatisfiedly: "It's been so many years, and I still haven't taken responsibility."

I picked up the key, everyone took a few sips of tea, and to see that the time was almost up, led by Yang Yingbai, and walked along the corridor in the house.

The Taoist priests along the way were all taken away by the Qingya Daoist, Yang Yingbai led us to the front of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, although there was a key, but there were still some Daomen formations along the way, if it wasn't for Yang Yingbai, it would be difficult to be trapped here

Yang Yingbai opened the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and a smell of old books suddenly wafted over, Yang Yingbai took a deep breath and said: "I haven't smelled it for a long time, I still remember that back then, I also entered the Tibetan Golden Pavilion once in January, and I originally thought that I would never have the opportunity to meet again in my life."

Yang Yingbai walked to the table on the side, threw us a book index, and closed the door, at this time, he heard the Qingya Taoist outside say: "Yang Jushi, you are lost, please go to the study to explain"

There are a lot of scriptures in the library pavilion, from engraving printing to manuscripts, piled up all over the room, of course, the most is the various versions of the Tao Te Ching, basically the head of each generation will hand-copy a Tao Te Ching and put it in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, anyway, it is more than 5,000 words.

The rest are mostly some Taoist classics and picture scrolls, we turned page by page according to the index, turned to the third page, only to find some useful clues, I took down a large volume, this volume is the life deeds and notes of the Qingya Taoist Master Tianchan Daochang