Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

"Yes, the son answered him and asked him to go to the library to read the three-day book." He said, "The collection of our city's capital is more than tens of thousands. In three days, he said that he is reading. It is estimated that It is also impossible to find out about the information about Dengxian."

"I know, you go back first, and I will talk about it later tomorrow." He waved and let him go first.

"Yes." Lingcheng Lord responded, and after a ritual, it retreated.

Dongfu was once again quietly restored. However, the old man who was sitting cross-legged was walking with a negative hand, looking at the outside, his mouth whispering: "Feng Jiu?"

The next morning, when Tian Yiliang, Feng Jiu got up, and after simply washing something after washing, he went out and let the maid go to the library.

After a heavy courtyard, she came to the library building where she was strictly guarded. She retired the maid and walked up one by one. The guard who stayed outside seemed to have been confessed before, and she did not stop when she saw her. Instead, she helped her push the door open for her to enter.

When the door was closed again, her gaze fell on the books in it. Unexpectedly, when she came in, she saw that the layers of books were neatly placed. The number was so large that she was slightly be surprised.

"I didn't expect the collection here to be so much." She whispered, and she heard a voice coming.

"This is the collection of the ancestors of Lingfu. The books are full of tens of thousands of books. They are rare collections outside." The voice of an old man came with a hoarse voice.

Feng Jiuwei turned his head and saw an old man in gray dress standing in a chair wiping the book on the bookshelf. Is there an old man here? And she didn't even notice it. If he didn't speak, she didn't feel anybody inside.

Is this old man’s repair too high? Or is she careless?

"Predecessors are the management of this library? I don't know, how many years have you been in this library?" She looked at the old man and asked.

The old man, the ancestor of the Ling family, stopped his movements and looked at the Feng Jiu, who was standing there in a red robe. When his eyes fell on her body, his twilight was moving. The heart passed a bit of surprise.

It’s just that he hides very well, even if it’s savvy, like Feng Jiu, he’s not aware of it.

He regained his gaze, put down the cloth in his hand, picked up the chicken feathers on the shelf and swept the book that could not be reached. The old voice slowly spread: "For many years, as for how many years, I have not remembered Clear."

Wen Yan said that Feng Jiu went forward and asked again: "I don't know if the seniors have sorted out some books that have recorded the things about Deng Xing."

"Deng Xian Lai?"

The old man looked at Feng Jiuyi again, which means profoundly: "The place is not a place where ordinary monks have gone. When you are young, how do you want to find Dengxian Ladder?"

“Predecessors know Deng Dengti?”

"Know." The old man came down from the chair and said: "In Penglai Xiandao, as long as it is a monk who has reached the age, more or less will know some."

He walked slowly and whispered, muttering: "Dengxian Ladder, Dengxian Ladder, one step to the immortal step, the road to the fairy road, the number of years under the ladder..."

Listening to the old man's whispering whisper, watching him walk slowly outside until he disappeared, Feng Jiu came back to God.