The hardest thing in the world to cut is the karma

In a word, here is a mountain of books and a sea of ​​books.

Yamamoto pushed open the thick door carved with reliefs of leopards and eagles at least three meters high, and what was displayed in front of everyone was a group of bookshelves piled up to the ceiling and tens of thousands of books.It is obviously a vast space to look up, but it is very narrow filled by a large number of books and bookshelves.

This group of buildings, which does not have a connecting guest hall, is a "monster" that abandons other architectural functions and only maximizes the function of the library.

"Prison Temple—Prison Temple—are you there—?"

Not in a hurry to go in, Yamamoto stood in front of the door with his hands around a small horn, shouting inside.

silence.Not even an echo.

"Oh, isn't it there?" Yamamoto scratched his head in distress, looking left and right as if he was looking for something, "It's troublesome. If you go in casually, it's easy to get lost."

Brook pointed to a sign standing next to him and said, "Well, interrupt me. It says 'no noise' here."

"Ahaha, yeah. I didn't even notice it before."

"What's coming." Sauron narrowed his eyes.

Then, the sound of tiny wings fluttered softly, and a dim yellow light lit up among the bookshelves in front.It turned out to be a wrought iron lantern with dove wings flying over.

Seeing this magical lantern that looked like a magic item, Yamamoto's eyes lit up.

"What—so it's there." Pointing to the lantern hovering in front of them, Yamamoto introduced, "This is the 'guidance', follow it to get to the Prison Temple."

However, the lantern used as a leading tool did not perform its duties immediately, but rushed to Yamamoto's face by surprise, spreading its white wings to greet him from left to right.This was obviously an aggressive move, and Yamamoto "ah haha" didn't take it seriously at all, and instead enjoyed the touch of the feather slapping his face.

"Well, you don't have to be so enthusiastic every time."

The Lantern, which failed to attack, was so depressed that it seemed that the lights had dimmed a lot. It stopped wasting its efforts in vain, and flew back in the direction it came from.The thick-skinned Yamamoto seemed to keep up with nothing.

Robin and others who witnessed the whole process finally realized something terrible.

Probably, maybe, maybe, this god-sama named Takeshi Yamamoto, this natural black that is not inferior to his own captain!

Walking in the maze of bookshelves, passing by many annexes marked with professional categories.

From this, we can get a glimpse of the interests and preferences of book collectors.Although the difference is still vague concepts such as "mass" and "huge amount", the "Philosophy Hall" is just normally filled with rows of bookshelves and the "UMA Hall" can't wait to distort the laws of physics and transform the zenith into a bookshelf , the difference in enthusiasm can be seen by anyone with long eyes.

When several people were shocked at the sight of "Book Mountain and Book Sea" from initial shock to complete numbness, the flying lantern finally led them to the place.

It was under the huge glass dome, in the sea of ​​waste papers, a silver-haired young man was slapping the table and stood up and stared at them with a vicious expression.

"Baseball idiot!"

"Yo, Prison Temple."

"How many times have I told you to keep quiet in the library, are you a baseball player who can't understand people's words?"

"Juji Temple, people don't know how to grow baseballs. If you want to say it, you should say that your muscles grow in your brain. And you're too quiet here, so you won't know if you're here unless you shout."

"Whispering! Get lost and die in a corner!"

"Oh, I'm going to be very troubled. At that time, I'll have to make my own way out."

The two managers quarreled in front of outsiders, no, it should be said that the man named Yuji quarreled hotly, and Yamamoto just answered patiently with a calm attitude that made the other party's anger boil.

The few people who felt that they would be implicated by the artillery fire if they interrupted at this time silently looked around.

Unlike other places, there are extremely few books here.Hundreds of books that were picked out as reference materials were stacked in piles in every corner of the ground.The surrounding walls are no longer built-in bookshelves, but replaced by large blackboards covering the walls.It is full of words that have never been seen before, formulas with unknown uses, and schematic diagrams where the prototype cannot be seen.

Robin recognized it immediately.

This is not a library, even if it bears the name of Library and hides an astronomical amount of books, this is definitely not a library.

Named "Unknown", this huge building complex without a reading room... is actually a private research institute!

And the only researcher who monopolizes all the knowledge here is having an unhealthy quarrel with his colleagues.

"Judaimu's left and right hands will always be my position!"

"Well, I'll just continue to be the shoulder blade."

As if to conclude like a routine, the two of them who had been yelling for five or six minutes, finally stopped and took a breath.

Only then did Yuji shift his gaze to the person Yamamoto brought.

"What's going on with these suspicious elements?"

"It's our junior."

"Junior?" Suspiciously glanced at Yamamoto who was full of smiles, Yuji carefully examined several people again. After seeing the cloth strips that everyone was wearing, the wrinkles between his brows were deep enough to kill mosquitoes. "'Lingge'? Godhead disguise? This text is from the previous generation. You are human beings."

The definitely not friendly gaze fixed on Robin and the others, and the coercion that belonged to the gods and was different from the domineering color enveloped the whole process.Even Sauron and Luo were pale, with cold sweat running down their foreheads, not daring to move rashly.

Just when Robin, Chopper and Brook were about to lose their hold, Yamamoto took a step forward to block the sight of the prison temple.

"Ju Si, relax. I'll be their guarantor."

"Your pledge has no credit at all."

That being said, Prison Temple has withdrawn its momentum.Everyone felt lighthearted and their breathing became smoother.

Taking advantage of the victory, Yamamoto turned to Robin and pointed to her eyes and said, "They just encountered trouble and came to us seniors for help. Look, this eye."

Squinting his gray eyes, observing Robin's prison temple from a distance, he quickly understood what Yamamoto meant.With a serious expression, he waved his hand wordlessly, and the room changed.

The scattered waste paper and books were infused with soul in an instant, and they stood up one after another, and then exited the stage in an orderly manner under the command of the lantern.The papers use the two paper corners as legs, and go to the corner in a line to fold themselves.The books kept opening and closing their covers, hopping and leaving the hall like frogs.After confirming that the ground was completely clear, the lantern hovering in the air flew out from another door in the hall, and returned with a chair not long after.The wooden chair with a bench back seemed to have mistook itself for a horse, and walked gracefully on four stool legs to stop in front of the prison temple.

After finishing everything, the lantern flew the "8" dance triumphantly, and after getting the nod of the prison temple, it landed on the bird stand for the parrot standing beside the table, hung itself up and folded its wings to rest .

Chopper and Brook opened their mouths, too moved to speak.If their inner cries were visualized, it would be the "Amazing——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————”

Undoubtedly, the scene that was staged in front of everyone was genuine magic!

And why is the "supernatural power" biased towards the priesthood of the God of Arashi, and Master Prison Temple, who should only be able to disintegrate and destroy attacks, can use this miraculous trick?

Then look at it from another angle.

Mastering the mortal world, the god world, the hell world...the three thousand worlds, the god of knowledge of all worldly knowledge, also dabbles in magic, so it seems reasonable to think about it.

"Sit down."

Prison Temple didn't specify who, but just gestured in the direction of the crowd.

But there is only one chair, and there is only one "patient".Several people let Robin sit on it very consciously.

"sorry to bother you."

Robin thanked him very politely, but unfortunately he didn't seem to win the favor of Prison Temple.

"I'm not here for you."

Speaking in a voice colder than the winter lake water, Gokuji took out a pair of golden glasses from the inside pocket of his coat.It has to be said that glasses are the most perfect camouflage props, but the eyes are blocked behind the transparent glass, and no matter whether it is a bad attitude or a bad temperament, they are all covered under the intellectual skin.It seems to have become the image of the god of medicine and the god of learning.

Prison Temple and Robin sat face to face, and began to ask a doctor.He first looked at Robin's eyes very carefully and closely, and even opened Robin's eyelids to test the reaction of pupil constriction with a small flashlight.

After getting the diagnosis again, he pondered solemnly for a moment.

"Do you yourself know what got into the eye?"

"Unsurprisingly, it should be the miasma of the underworld."

"Then I'll be blunt. This left eye, take it off."