Squeak——

The impatient Sun Caimo took the initiative and pushed open the old wooden door in front of him.

“Ahem!”

The dust in the attic floated out, and everyone, feeling choked, reached out their hands and fanned the air in front of them.

It was dark inside, without any light.

Fortunately, the monks had very good night vision. When they looked around, they saw rows of bookshelves in the attic. The arc-shaped bookshelves were gathered together like petals, which was extremely beautiful.

But now the bookshelves are empty, and the books that should have been on them are all scattered on the ground, piled up into countless small hills.

The names of different types of exercises were written on each bookshelf. It was obvious that they needed to classify the books on the ground and put them into the corresponding bookshelves.

So, here comes the question.

It was so dark here, without any light at all. Even though they were all cultivators, if they wanted to see clearly inside, they could only use spiritual power to enhance their vision.

But no matter how much spiritual power you have, it is not enough!

In addition, the Sutra Library is full of flammable books, and fire cannot be used for lighting.

What should I do then?

Not only was it a headache for the person in charge of organizing the books, even Jiang Deng was very worried.

If everyone doesn't put the books into the bookshelf, how can she take them apart?

What a headache...

At this critical moment, a sudden male voice sounded from behind everyone.

"etc!"

Ying flew the sword freely and rushed to the Sutra Repository.

He pointed at Jiang Deng and tearfully accused her, "Don't be fooled by him! He is the famous demon cultivator Li Lailai!"