"Oh, that's right, I'll go. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Jueyuan nodded immediately when he heard this, and turned back.

After a cup of tea, Jueyuan walked out of the Scripture Pavilion with a small wooden box on his back.

"Knock knock, donor, little monk Jueyuan, I'm here to send you the scriptures. Outside the No. 1 room, Jueyuan knocked on the door under the guard of two tall guards and asked.

"Come in!" Ouyang Ke replied lightly in the room.

"Squeak" Jueyuan pushed open the door and walked in.

I saw a man as big as a bear sitting on the bed looking at him.

"Oh Mituo Buddha, the little monk Tibetan Scripture Pavilion Jueyuan, according to the abbot's order, all the ancient scrolls of the patriarchal period in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion will be handed over to the donor to study, please see where to put it for you. Jueyuan gestured to the small wooden box behind him and said.

"Oh, is there this little wooden box? Ouyang Ke pointed to the bed beside him and said.

"Oh Mituo Buddha, there are only twelve books, except for eight complete ancient scriptures, the rest are the original Buddhist scriptures written during the patriarch's period. Jueyuan said as he put down the small wooden box.

"It is not easy for ancient books to survive, so they will be originally scarce, except for the Diamond Sutra and the Prajna Sutra, which are the only ancient scriptures left in my Shaolin Temple, I hope that the Lord must pay attention to careful custody when studying. ”

"Little monk, are you sure that all the scriptures I want are here. Ouyang Ke looked at him lightly: "Will there be any leaks?" ”

"No, it won't. Jueyuan said affirmatively: "The little monk has been looking at the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for more than three years, and every day in addition to cleaning the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is to sort out these Buddhist scriptures, although he has not yet studied them all, but how many scriptures are in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and there are those scriptures, the little monk is very clear, especially these precious ancient scrolls are the objects that the little monk usually focuses on, and there is absolutely no omission." ”

"Your name is Jueyuan. Ouyang Ke said with a chuckle.

"Yes, donor, little monk Jueyuan. Jueyuan said again with some doubts.

"Jueyuan of the Scripture Pavilion! You are very good, I am optimistic about you, go back and report to the abbot master! The scripture has been delivered, you can come and retrieve it at this time tomorrow!" Ouyang Ke said with a chuckle.

"Eh, this donor seems a little strange!" Looking at Ouyang Ke's strange smile and words, Jueyuan secretly thought in his heart.

"Is one night enough? Although there was something strange in his heart, he still reminded him on his face.

"It's okay, I can read at least one scripture book a day, since this ancient scroll is very precious, then after I finish reading it, you can come and take it back! Ouyang Ke smiled and nodded.

"Okay, the little monk will come to get the scriptures at this time tomorrow. Jueyuan bowed and said, "The little monk said goodbye." ”

"Squeak!" With the door closing, Ouyang Ke, who was chuckling, first carefully felt the surroundings, and after making sure that no one was approaching, he immediately picked up the wooden box beside him.

Open the wooden box, take out these ancient scriptures one by one, and place them on the bed one by one.

When Ouyang Ke took out the fifth scripture, an ancient scripture called the Lenga Sutra appeared in front of Ouyang Ke's eyes.

Patiently with the excitement in his heart, Ouyang Ke slowly picked up the four volumes of the Ranga Sutra scrolls.

Flipping it open, sure enough, there are subtle small words between the lines from time to time, and at first glance, it seems to be a note, but in fact it is a piece of internal strength, mental law and martial arts philosophy.

The Jiuyang True Scripture, the world's internal strength is peerless, and the cultivation of a breath of pure yang internal qi, except for the fact that it cannot be fought for a long time when it is not completed, so as to avoid the risk of dying from discouragement and the difficulty of burning the body with internal qi when the final internal strength is completed, there is almost no difficulty in cultivation.

And once it is completed, the internal qi recovers extremely quickly, and grasping the output specifications during the battle can almost form an endless feeling of internal qi, coupled with the fact that the body protection rebounds true qi has both the characteristics of the King Kong Incorruptible Divine Skill and the Golden Bell Jar's internal qi defense, and the defense is amazing, so that once the cultivator is a master of Jiuyang Divine Skill, even if he doesn't know other martial arts and just uses ordinary fists and feet, he is also a top master.

"With this miracle, this trip to Shaolin is also worthwhile. As soon as he determined the existence of internal strength, Ouyang Ke immediately remembered the above memory wholeheartedly.

An hour later, Ouyang Ke put down the four volumes of scriptures, but he had already relied on his unforgettable memory to completely write down the internal skills in the book.

At the same time, the small eyes in his brain also came with hints that luck could be ingested.

"Five percent? It is worthy of being the key magic skill of the follow-up plot of Yitian. Ouyang Ke thought with a sigh in his heart.

Thinking of the generation of Taoist masters who relied on this miracle to lay the foundation for their rise, and the last Ming Sect leader who relied on it to embark on the road of the protagonist, Ouyang Ke suddenly felt a sense of pleasure in his heart.

"But the book must be returned, or is it the meat that really eats in your mouth!"

"And this kind of thing still has to be done more, but the predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoyed the shade, it is still not too much, it is better to leave a child's work!"

After thinking about it, Ouyang Ke took out the tools that had been prepared and began to carefully remove the internal power words on the scriptures, and at the same time, a special Tongzigong internal qi for cultivating pure yang qi was immediately recorded by Ouyang Ke in the previous position, completely covering up the traces of deletion and modification.

"Whew, it's finally done. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Ouyang Ke, who had been in the room all day, breathed a sigh of relief and put down the fine pen in his hand.

Then he looked outside at the afterglow, and immediately picked up the rest of the scrolls again.

Since Bodhidharma can practice the internal strength of the corresponding Buddhist scriptures in the Ranga Sutra, then who can be sure that there is no other ancient scroll that also leaves the same internal strength and mental method! Therefore, while there is still time, Ouyang Ke is not willing to give up the possible opportunity.

After another three hours, Ouyang Ke, who had read the scriptures several times, let go of the scriptures with a sigh of relief.

"Alas, I'm greedy, so let's be honest and ask for seventy-two stunts!"

"Tong Zigong, the twelve-layer golden bell jar, the Yijin Sutra, and the Pulp Washing Sutra are also from Bodhidharma's mastery, and I don't know if I can get those kinds tonight. ”

"Master, the time is up, it's time for you to rest. Just when Ouyang Ke sighed in his heart, there was a reminder from the guards outside the door.

Of course, the so-called reminder of the rest time, in Ouyang Ke's opinion, was indeed yesterday, and he agreed with the loyal dead soldier and his uncle Ouyang Feng to do it.

It's just because the guards outside have only just been recovered and are not worthy of trust as henchmen, so they told them under the pretext of resting.

"I see. In the room, Ouyang Ke exhaled lightly and replied in a deep voice.

At the same time, in the dark night, in the dense forest halfway up the mountain of Shaomuro, dense black shadows flashed out from the deep dark forest.

"Owner, the appointed time has come. A head in black and with a cloak and hair said respectfully to the tall man in front of him.

"Then don't keep Ke'er waiting, let's go. Metallic figures echoed in the forest, and at the same time, black shadows on the ground, on the trees, everywhere moved in the wind, turning into ghostly black shadows and running towards the temple with a little light in the distance.

"Ahh

The next moment, an uproar spread from within the sprawling Shaolin Temple complex.

At the same time, a vicious whistling sound also spread in the air.

"Shaolin Temple, my fire foreman Tuo is back again, this time I must destroy you Shaolin to avenge my resentment and revenge for more than 20 years. ”

"Damn, how could it be the fire foreman. ”

"Wasn't he being hunted down by the first uncle and uncle? In the darkness, with the undisguised whistling declaration of the fire foreman Tuo, the Shaolin monks who had been startled by the alarm bell exclaimed in disbelief.

"How dare he come back, isn't he afraid that the abbot will take him down?"

"Regardless of why, I have heard more than one call, I'm afraid it's not just the fire foreman Tuo who is back, he must have brought outsiders with him, let's go and protect the monks. An unknown elderly warrior monk in the midst of the commotion spoke eagerly.

"Yes, brother. The next moment, many warrior monks who heard this senior brother's words immediately followed him with monk's sticks and ran towards the place where the screams were startled.

At the same time, in the abbot's courtyard, several old monks also rushed quickly in the direction of the Daxiong Treasure Hall under the leadership of the Shaolin abbot Jie.

As the first hall at the front of the Shaolin Temple building, unless the enemy directly takes the dangerous mountain road, if you want to enter the Shaolin Temple, you must rush to the side of the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

The mountain road was dangerous, except for a few masters, it was impossible to pass through a large number of people, so the abbot and others, who were stronger in martial arts, immediately rushed towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall after feeling that there were a lot of enemies, trying to block the enemy outside.

In the Daxiong Treasure Hall, in addition to the solemn and majestic Buddha statue decoration at the top, other tables and chairs, and slightly smaller Buddha statues have been destroyed to varying degrees, and at the same time, five or six wailing monks are lying on the ground in disorder.

The fire foreman with his cape looked at the three of them who had just walked out of the back hall with a solemn face.

"Eh, hahahaha, it's just the three of you, what about the others! In addition to the five old guys who were killed by me, I remember that there are still some old immortals in Shaolin Temple, why can't they be called together. The fire foreman laughed with a fierce glint in his eyes.

"Don't you've already gone down the mountain to chase and kill Lao Tzu!"

"Oh Mituo Buddha, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and it is the shore, obsessive, even if Shaolin is ashamed of you, but after all, it is the place where you grew up, and it is Shaolin who raised you, so why do you have to create such a killing karma!" said with a bitter face.

"Shut up, this seat is now called the fire foreman Tuo ~ Yuantou, the Shaolin idiot has long been dead, don't talk to Lao Tzu about Buddhism, your Shaolin Temple is just a demon cave in the world! The fire foreman said with a grim face.

Obviously, the unpleasant events that had been here sounded, and the murderous intent in my heart was even stronger.

"Oh Mituo Buddha, senior brother, he thought he was in the devil, so don't waste your efforts, it's better to kill the demon directly to save the monks. A tall middle-aged man on the left side of the abstinence said in a cruel voice:

"That's right, what the junior brother said is right, this liao is not able to be tempered or the best way to subdue demons. A tall, thin old monk of a larger grade on the right of the abstinence said.

"Oh Mituo Buddha, the poor monk understands, then ask the senior brother and the junior brother to block the others, and the junior brother and I will personally take down this Shaolin traitor, so as to comfort all the junior brothers and disciples who died under his hands. Quit said bitterly.

"The junior brother is presided over by the abbot, so the responsibility of cleaning the door will be handed over to the junior brother!" the old monk said.

"Then the junior brother will strike first. Another middle-aged monk known as the precept spoke.

At the same time, its tall and ferocious figure had already rushed towards the dark shadows peeping around it the moment the words fell.

"Like a shadow with the shape of the leg" one of the 72 Shaolin stunts, because of its attack out of the leg, the speed is extremely fast, the speed is incomparable, often a kick to the second leg, the second leg followed by the attack on the opponent in the same position, quite like the water of the Yangtze River endlessly, people are difficult to parry. It is known as the Shadow Shaped Legs.

"Hands-on. At the moment when the precept was struck, the fire foreman Tuo also ordered the dead soldiers around him, and then the two powerful Vajra fingers shot towards the precept and the old monk beside him.

At the same time, not to mention the fighting and fighting in the Daxiong Treasure Palace, in the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Jueyuan, who stayed overnight, lit a candle and read the Buddhist scriptures anxiously at the door.

Obviously, the noisy fighting sound has been transmitted to the side of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the silent night, although Jueyuan, who knows that he has no life force, is worried about the situation in the Shaolin Temple, but he also knows that he can only be a burden at this time, so he can only look at the door to chant the scriptures to calm his restless heart.

Suddenly, a gust of wind drifted by, and an emaciated black shadow suddenly appeared behind Jueyuan silently like a ghost, and the next moment a knife slashed, and Jueyuan, who was reciting the scriptures without fear, fell down with a muffled snort.

In the dim candlelight, a man wearing a silver Shura mask looked eerie in the light and shadow.

The next moment, with the gesture of the Shura Mask Man, the dark ghostly figures in the darkness not far away immediately touched towards the second floor of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion fiercely and covertly.

"Who, dare to peep into my Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion. Just after a dozen black shadows rushed into the pitch-black Scripture Pavilion, two old roars came from the attic.

"Bang Bang Bang"

"Ahhhh

"Someone" accompanied by a few muffled sounds of attack and screams of pain, several black shadows who did not fully rush in immediately shouted.

At the same time, a Tang knife and a hidden weapon dart were also taken out by them.

"Damn, the people left behind were not transferred, go on, give it to me immediately, for the sake of the master, you must get seventy-two stunts. The silver-faced Shura roared angrily.

Then, together with another silver-faced Shura, the two of them roared angrily and rushed towards the two old monks who were exposed in the hole in the attic.