Well, it’s not like I did nothing.

"Wait a moment, it's coming."

Yi Xifeng hurriedly stuffed the scriptures back on the bookshelf. At this time, the voice sounded again.

"Wrong, wrong, "Fishing for Menstruation" is placed on the left side of the "Li Chen Sutra" on the third floor, and the "Pure Tantra Sutra" is placed on the right side of the "Returning to the Heart Mantra" on the fourth floor..."

Yi Xifeng rearranged several scriptures according to the instructions of the voice. He didn't know who was speaking, and even if he released his soul, he couldn't detect it. But one thing was clear, this person was at least a powerful person from the Saint.

I just don’t know if the other party is hostile...

After placing the scriptures, Yi Xifeng looked for the source of the sound and walked to the bookshelf at the back.

An ordinary-looking old monk with a goatee in a worn-out cassock was stepping on a wooden ladder to stack scriptures on the bookshelf. At the feet of the old monk, there were five stacks of scriptures half as high as a person piled up wantonly.

"Little donor, come here, help me pass the scripture at the bottom."

Yi Xifeng touched his nose, walked forward, picked up a scripture and handed it to the old monk on the wooden ladder.

The old monk took the scripture, read the name, and stuffed it into the empty frame at the top.

"Don't be nervous, little benefactor. The old monk is not a vicious person and will not kill the little benefactor."

Yi Xifeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although the old monk looked unremarkable, he felt like he was facing Lu Ya, Han Sanli, or Xu Xianzhi.

It must be an illusion, after all, he is the top three saints, recognized as the strongest person in the Seven Kingdoms Continent.

"Donor, don't be in a daze, please hand over a few more books." The old monk waved to Yi Xifeng, and Yi Xifeng quickly handed over a few more books.

After a while of burning incense, the scriptures piled underneath were finally placed, and the old monk slowly walked down the wooden ladder.

The old monk patted his sleeves to knock off the dust on his clothes, then turned to Yi Xifeng and said:

"Thank you so much for your help, little benefactor."

Yi Xifeng twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled, and replied: "You're welcome, you're welcome, that... master, can you let me go now?"

The old monk looked at Yi Xifeng, smiled kindly and asked, "Is the little donor in a hurry to leave?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm washing coal in the river now, I have nothing to do." Yi Xifeng shook his head vigorously and said.

"Haha, actually when the little benefactor fell from the sky, the old monk felt it."

Yi Xifeng breathed a sigh of relief. Since the old monk had known about him for a long time, he should also know that he entered the Sutra Pavilion accidentally.

"To be honest, the reason why the little donor came here was actually the result of the old monk."

Yi Xifeng stared with big eyes, thinking that it was the old monk in front of him who was responsible, but he was a little confused. He and the old monk didn't know each other, why would the other party do this? But although he thought so, he didn't

I dare to ask this, after all, we are still on someone else's territory.

"That...what do you call the old-timer?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the old monk's name is Xuankong. The little donor can just call me Master Xuankong."

"Xuankong?" Yi Xifeng was stunned. The name seemed familiar to him. He seemed to have seen it somewhere.

"Haha, the old monk is a little curious. Through what teleportation array did the young benefactor appear in the Ming Dynasty? As far as the old monk knows, there is no teleportation array built in Tonghong Town." The old monk looked at Yi Xi with a smile.
Chapter completed!