‘Confidential Archives’. It is confidential enough. There is also the ‘Confidential Archives’ projected by the spiritual world, and it is also in the ‘Despair Prison’ of the Spirit World, and it is also in the underground corridor protected by countless gladiators under the Colosseum of Rome. There is also this huge pile of books wrapped around...

Maybe there is no more suitable place for reading quietly than here! Even Zhang Fan yearns for a little bit. He is an otaku who likes to collect and read. He likes quiet places very much. He even reads the Buddhist classics in his old monk temple and in the quiet sutra room for three days and three nights. That time was also a peaceful and comfortable day for Zhang Fan. Although the sutra room was small, it was somewhat similar to here...

"Ahem, old sir, the students are courtesy here-" Zhang Fan bowed deeply to the old peddler.

But the old scholar still ignored it. It seems that he is really possessed by reading books...

Zhang Fan thought for a while and recited aloud: "The mountain is not high, but there are immortals, but the water is not deep, and there are dragons, so it is a humble room, but my virtue is full of heart..." A piece of Liu Yuxi's "Inscription on the Humble Room" came out brightly.

"Huh?" The old scholar's ears stood up. He seemed to have not read this ancient text that is famous all over China for a long time.

When Akan saw that there was a play, he immediately understood what Zhang Fan meant and chanted loudly: "The Tao can be told, the Tao can be said, the name can be called, the name can be called, the name is called. Nothing is called the beginning of heaven and earth, and there is, the mother of all things. Therefore, there is always nothing, and I want to see its wonder..."

"Which book are you elves? Why don't I remember reading such words recently? This seems to be the language of Eastern Chinese..." The old scholar was finally attracted by the famous Chinese poems recited by the two. He actually communicated with Zhang Fan Aken in pure Chinese Mandarin! This old scholar probably has no language he doesn't understand...

Zhang Fan then got the opportunity and went up to give a deep gift, "I'm welcome to you, Mr., we are not the elves in the book, but practitioners from the far east. There is one very important thing I want to ask you."

The old scholar ignored him and stared at Zhang Fan for a while, and said in surprise: "Ah-- you are the hell karma fire from the hell path, right? The ancient scriptures record that this kind of flame can burn all sins..." As he said that, he jumped down from the chair. It turned out that he was a short man, his two legs covered by beards were very short, and he often stepped on his beard. However, his head was disproportionately huge, and he was a big-headed dwarf.

Zhang Fan immediately shook his body, stopped the karma fire, bowed and asked again: "Old sir, we really have something to ask for advice..."

"Oh, what do you want to ask? I have never left here, I don't know anything outside?" The old scholar moved to Zhang Fan and noticed the Misilian Star Sword in Green Wing's hand. "Oh, is this a Misilian sword? I don't even know this wooden handle. There are billions of books here that do not mention this kind of wood. It seems to be a kind of peach wood..." The giant dwarf stretched out his hand and was about to touch the Misilian sword.

Green Wing quickly put away his sword and said to him: "Old sir, do you know the 'holy gun'?"

After asking so bluntly, the giant's dwarf immediately replied: "What you are talking about is the 'Langenus gun' that pierces the body of the Saint Jesus and is stained with the blood of the Saint?"

"That's right!" Akan nodded immediately.

"Of course I know that this holy gun has been lost long ago? What are you looking for him for?" The old scholar said in a shocking way.

"Lost? Isn't the holy gun just in this confidential archive room?" Aken grabbed the old scholar and asked.

The old peddler shook his head, "I have never heard of the holy gun being placed here. If it was Jesus' shroud, there would be a small piece here. The above sacred aura emitted from it may be true..."

"Isn't Jesus' shroud in the Cathedral of Turin? The legendary 'Turinary Shroud'?" Zhang Fan said in confusion.

The old scholar said: "Maybe it was spreading rumors. The shroud now has a sacred atmosphere. Perhaps after being worshipped by Catholic believers day and night, it was also contaminated with a sacred atmosphere. Who knows? The truth of history is drowned in the long river of time. Even if I read all the books, it is difficult to get the truth..."

"Then what holy objects are there?" Zhang Fan asked.

The old scholar thought about it, "The holy object—apart from the shroud fragment, there is also the 'Crown of Thorns', which was secretly collected by the Holy See, and outsiders don't know. There is also a nail, probably nailed to Jesus' wrist. However, it was processed by later generations into a dagger-like spearhead, probably used to pretend to be the 'Languan'..."

"Then where are these holy objects? Can the old man take us to see?" asked Green Wing.

"This..." The old peddler looked a little unhappy, "I haven't finished reading this book yet, if you are willing to wait..." He pointed to the oversized hard book on the table.

Aken looked up and looked at it. When he finished reading this book, he probably could celebrate the New Year here. His eyes rolled and he thought, "If you are willing to take us there, I have a few books here that you have never read..."

"A book I haven't read before? Hahaha, you're kidding..." The old pedantic smiled and his beard shook.

Aken took out several collections of limited edition "Playboy" from his pocket, which were all brought by the Golden Toad from his American friend...

"You must have never read these books. This Holy See will not collect them, hehe..." Akan said with a smug smile.

This old scholar was a lifeless person. When he saw these encyclopedia books that looked a bit like human body textbooks for human women, he was a little expectant, "Well, it is indeed books that have not been collected in this place. It seems to be encyclopedia human aesthetics. You can also read it..." He was about to reach out, but Akan took it back.

"Take us here, I will lend you my treasures!" Akan smiled evilly. Green Wings hummed while humming. This pervert actually seduced an old peddler who was hundreds of years old. Fortunately, he is still a Taoist priest in Maoshan. He deserves to go to hell!

Zhang Fan was helpless and had to turn his head and let Akan go and make trouble.

The old peddler nodded, "Okay, I haven't moved my place for decades, so today is an activity." He moved to the desk, tiptoed to take down the candle from the desk, and found a small candlestick in the drawer to support it, "Let's go."

The three of them looked at each other, how could they go? He crawled until next year and couldn't get out of the garbage pile? I don't know how he got in.

Aken coughed: "It seems that it is not easy to leave here... Sir, are you..."

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