Xiao Mu looked at the young monk, ZhiFei, with a strange expression on his face.

The boy was unaware that he was sitting on a gold mine.

The prices of regular books, such as Buddhist scriptures, have not actually increased; they are priced almost the same as they were originally.

So, what types of books have increased in value?

They are the ones that are uncommon, less frequently bought, but painstakingly and logically compiled by enthusiastic scholars.

Even though the prices of Buddhist scriptures and Taoist canons haven't gone up, the prices of antique Buddhist scriptures and Taoist canons are quite staggering. They are priced even higher than those meticulously compiled books that are uncommon and less bought.

Books that are several years to about eighteen years old aren't worth much. However, books that are several decades old are worth a bit of money and would at least be priced at a thousand dollars each at a roadside stall.

Books over a hundred years old would cost at least tens of thousands of dollars each.

Books over a thousand years old, disregarding their antique value, are estimated to be worth millions each.

That is the value of these books.

As for the books in this study room, Xiao Mu estimated that most of them should be between a hundred to four hundred years old.

Some of them should be above three hundred years old, and there should also be several that are decades old, although he couldn't immediately differentiate them.

Regardless, such a large number of ancient books gathered in one place were definitely a treasure trove.

Regrettably, ZhiFei, who was engrossed in his video games, clearly didn't understand the value of these books.

If these books were sold, they would be worth at least several millions, maybe even tens of millions.

This is the market price. Normally, these century-old ancient books are rare to sell, they usually have a price but no market.

Consider, who would sell an old book, over a hundred years old, that has a high chance of mutating for a few thousand dollars?

Xiao Mu couldn't help but glance at ZhiFei again.

After leading Xiao Mu into the study room, the little monk invariably took out his Xiaomi cellphone again and loaded up the game he was playing just now.

Xiao Mu's one thousand yuan that he just gave him was also charged into the game by the little monk, with five hundred yuan getting ready to buy game skins.

Xiao Mu shook his head slightly.

This little monk was simply hopeless.

An idea suddenly sprang up in his mind.

Should he... purchase these books?

Yes! He'd call Zhao Yan over, so she could bring some money and a vehicle to haul them.

Considering the little monk's gaming obsession, these books were of no use to him. Taking them away would be making reasonable use of them.

Worried about overlooking any mutated books, Xiao Mu intentionally checked the various old books on the bookshelf.

Regrettably, he did not find any mutated books.

As expected, if there were mutated books, wouldn't they have been eaten by the Blood Demons? How could they be left here?

Turning his head, he asked the young monk ZhiFei, "Little Master, are the books in this room for sale?"

"You want to buy books?"

Upon hearing this, ZhiFei immediately raised his head, so worried that Xiao Mu would rescind his offer that he asked without paying attention to buying skins, "How much are you paying per book?"

Xiao Mu thought for a while, then raised a finger.

"A thousand yuan?"

Zhifei's eyes sparkled, and he shouted in surprise, "Take them, take them, take away all of them. Haha! Hahaha! I'll have much more money to buy better skins!"

Xiao Mu: "..."

This monk is beyond hope. He raised a finger intending to say ten thousand yuan per book, even worrying that the monk would think the price was too low and not sell.

After all, the books here are Buddhist scriptures, considered high-level books among ancient books, on par with Taoist canons.

Yes, ancient books also have levels.

A copy of "Tang Poems" is definitely not as valuable as a copy of "Tai Chi", because even if the former is an ancient book, it's unlikely to mutate into a secret manual, unlike the latter.

The Buddhist scriptures here are mostly old books of over a hundred years, some even over three hundred years old. Even knowledgeable people won't be able to buy them at ten thousand yuan per book.

After hearing the little monk's words, Xiao Mu immediately called Zhao Yan, "Zhao Yan, bring two hundred thousand yuan in cash and drive over to Qiwu Mountain's Green Mountain Treasure Temple."

"Okay! I'll be right over."

Zhao Yan agrees without even asking why, showing the extent to which she trusts Xiao Mu.

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Mu puts away his cellphone and proceeds to inspect the study room once again.

He is looking for traces of the blood demon.

On the ground, he once again discovers traces of the blood demon's ghost blood corroding the floor.

This trail stretches towards a wall and disappears suddenly upon reaching it.

Has it disappeared?

Did it go through the wall, or did it escape underground?

Xiao Mu furrows his brows in thought.

If the blood demon escaped through the wall, it would be challenging to find. But if it's underground, perhaps he could find a way to drive it out.

"Swift!"

Xiao Mu tests by sending a Suppressing Evil Talisman towards the direction where the blood demon disappeared.

"Buzz!"

The Suppressing Evil Talisman turns into a golden light and vanishes, sinking into the ground.

"Huh!"

Xiao Mu senses something isn't quite right again.

The spot where the talisman hit seems to be hollow as if there might be something like a cellar below.

He bends down and taps on the ground with his hand.

A hollow thud resonates from the floorboards.

It seems to indeed be hollow.

Upon realizing this, Xiao Mu feels a surge of excitement in his heart.

What's underneath?

He pushes the adjacent bookshelf with the intention to find the entrance to the hole. Surprisingly, the bookshelf moves with a push.

Squeak! Squeak!

The mechanisms were activated, making a sound. A hole suddenly appears on the floor.

"Huh!"

How is there a hole here?

The young monk, who was initially engrossed in purchasing skins on his cellphone, took notice of the hole and instantly walked over to take a closer look.

"Hehe!"

A malicious ghost's laughter echoed from below.

"Ah!"

Monk ZhiFei jumps in fright, his face completely drained of color, he screams out, "Mom, there's really a ghost!"

With a ghostly howl, he promptly flees.

Xiao Mu shakes his head slightly, considering the young monk to be beyond help.

After some thought, he cautiously summons his ghost servant, letting him take the lead with a knife in hand. Following behind, Xiao Mu has the Seal of the Heavenly Emperor suspended above him as he carefully navigates down the stairs.

Down below is an underground chamber.

But, the scene in the underground chamber leaves Xiao Mu dumbfounded.

In the basement, there's not only a green blood demon but also a curse ghost wielding a soul-hooking rope.

Apart from that, there's also an old monk with an appearance of kindness and benevolence.

Despite Xiao Mu's usual calm demeanor, he can't help but shudder at the sight of the curse ghost.

The curse ghost's strength far exceeds his, even if he were to face a red blood demon, he could put up a fight. But when it comes to the curse ghost, not even he and his ghost servant combined could withstand a single blow.

Miraculously, it seems that the curse ghost is being suppressed by the old monk.

The old monk, draped in a kasaya, brings his hands together in prayer. The spells he chants transform into true words and, in the form of text, drop onto the curse ghost.

The curse ghost, clutching the soul-hooking rope, is fending off the True Word Incantations summoned by the old monk with all its might.

The green blood demon is attacking the old monk from behind, who is now concentrating all of his efforts on suppressing the curse ghost. It rips through the old monk's kasaya, scratching deep wounds onto his back with its ghoulish claws.

The old monk, however, appears to have cultivated some secret art. Despite being scratched by the green blood demon, the wounds on his back disappear rapidly.

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