The zombie old demon changed into a monk's robe with a confused expression.

Looking at the stiff old demon wearing a monk's robe, Yuanzhen's expression was strange.

The zombie old demon is 1.7 meters tall, which is already relatively short, and he is practicing the technique of the Xiangxi corpse chasing clan, so he is not a person, a ghost is not a ghost. Wearing a black robe on weekdays will give people an eerie and cold feeling. But now when I put on a monk's robe, how do I look at it, how awkward.

Pulling his neckline, the stiff old demon showed an uncomfortable look on his face, looked at Yuan Zhen, and said, "I said senior nephew, can you explain to me what happened?" ”

The zombie old demon is a disciple of the plane crash, and his seniority is very high, so Yuan Zhen didn't dare to hide it, and told everything he knew.

After listening to Yuanzhen's explanation, the zombie old demon's eyes lit up, and he muttered in his heart, that is to say, I won't die?

Now that he has no worries about his life, the zombie old demon has other thoughts.

Shaolin Temple has been inherited for thousands of years, and it is definitely one of the strongest sects in China.

There is a saying that time is money, and the Shaolin Temple has existed for thousands of years, and the heritage it has is also difficult for ordinary people to believe.

With a roll of his eyes, the stiff old demon shook off his monk's robe and said, "Senior nephew, take me to the Scripture Pavilion!" ”

"Yes, Uncle Shi!"

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is one of the most heavily defended places in Shaolin Temple.

It stores the exercises and Buddhism collected by the Shaolin Temple for thousands of years.

Along the way, the zombie old demon sighed in his heart that the foundation of Shaolin Temple was too strong.

The Shaolin Temple monk he met was the weakest and also in the realm of grandmasters, and there was even a monk in the Yang God Realm, with a kind face, who greeted him.

"Actually, being a monk in Shaolin Temple is also very promising!"

The zombie old demon was taken aback by his own idea, and quickly shook his head, and said in his heart, "No matter how strong this Shaolin Temple is, can it still make me immortal?" I'm still honestly following the master and striving to become a zombie as soon as possible! ”

"Uncle Shi, there is the Scripture Pavilion in front!" Yuan Zhen had a look of envy on his face, he had been in Shaolin Temple for decades, but with his identity, he could only go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion once a year, and only on the first three floors. But the zombie old demon was accepted as a disciple because of the air crash, and directly became the existence of the Xingzi generation, not only can he enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at will, but he can also go to the back three floors.

"Uncle Shi, you can only enter the Scripture Pavilion by yourself, I am not qualified to enter!"

"Okay!"

The zombie old demon grinned, patted Yuan Zhen's shoulder, and said, "In the future, follow Uncle Shi, eat fragrant and drink spicy food, no problem!" ”

"Ugh!"

Seeing that the old demon was full of spirit, like a crab, he walked towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion with a figure-eight step, and Yuan Zhen was speechless for a while.

"This scripture pavilion, is there no one to guard it?"

In the imagination of the zombie old demon, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the top priority of the Shaolin Temple, and there must be many strong guards to guard it.

But at least when he walked into the Scripture Pavilion, the zombie old demon didn't see anyone.

"Maybe I'm too weak to feel the strong man hidden in the shadows!"

Shaking his head, the zombie old demon didn't think much about it, and ran towards the rows of bookshelves in front of him.

"Diamond Sutra", "Huayan Sutra", "Heart Sutra", how can they all be Buddhist scriptures? What about martial arts cheats? ”

After walking around on the first floor, the zombie old demon did not find a book of exercise cheats.

Turning his gaze, the zombie old demon looked towards the stairs leading to the second floor, "It should be up there!" ”

"Senior brother, the host has a saying, you need to learn Buddhism before you can practice martial arts!"

Just as the zombie old demon walked towards the second floor, a figure was like a ghost, suddenly appearing behind the zombie old demon.

"it!"

The stiff old demon was startled by the sudden sounding voice, and quickly turned his head and looked at the smiling monk, "Ahem, thank you for reminding me, senior brother, I'll go study Buddhism now!" ”

After saying that, the zombie old demon quickly ran towards the bookshelf not far away, with helplessness on his face, took a few Buddhist scriptures at random, and immediately looked at the monk who was still staring at him, and said with a dry smile: "Senior brother, then I'll go first!" ”

"The junior brother has taken so many Buddhist scriptures, it seems that he is indeed related to my Buddha, I hope that the junior brother can understand the meaning of the Buddhist scriptures and become a Buddha as soon as possible!"

"Huh!"

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and the stiff old demon cursed secretly in his heart, holding the Buddhist scriptures, turning his head and running towards the outside of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Uncle Shi!"

Seeing that the zombie old demon came out so quickly, Yuan Zhen, who was waiting outside, hurriedly greeted him.

"Uncle!" The zombie old demon glared at Yuan Zhen fiercely, "Go, take me back!" ”

Looking at the Buddhist scriptures held in the arms of the stiff old demon, Yuan Zhen naturally guessed the reason. Although the zombie old demon is the existence of the lineage, how could the Shaolin Temple let him go through the exercises in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and he must want to brainwash him, until it is determined that the zombie old demon can be used by the Shaolin Temple, and then he will be relieved to practice Shaolin martial arts.

Soon, Yuan Zhen took the zombie old demon back to the previous meditation room.

As soon as he entered the meditation room, the zombie old demon threw the seven Buddhist scriptures on the table, immediately looked at Yuan Zhen, and said, "I'm hungry, go get me something to eat." ”

"Okay, Uncle Shi!"

Seeing Yuan Zhen turn around and leave, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, he sat down at the table and scolded: "Nervous, let me learn Buddhist scriptures?" ”

After that, the zombie old demon grabbed a Buddhist scripture, "It's annoying to see these broken books!" ”

"Whew!!"

With a sharp tear of both hands, the Buddhist scriptures turned into shreds.

Tearing off the Buddhist scriptures, the zombie old demon felt a lot more comfortable, and picked up another one.

"Huh? Can't tear it? ”

He pulled it violently, but the "Ranga Sutra" did not move at all.

"Baby?"

Zombie Old Demon's eyes lit up, he was a powerhouse of the Great Perfection of the Fusion God Realm, but now he couldn't tear a Buddhist scripture, obviously, this Buddhist scripture must be a treasure.

With excitement, the old demon cautiously flipped through the Ranga Sutra.

"Got a gap?"

The old devil was sharp-eyed, and soon put down the page of the book.

After a while, the pages of the Ranga Sutra were torn off by the zombie old demon.

The reason why this sutra cannot be torn is because the pages are extremely tenacious.

Staring at the tadpole-like font hidden inside the page, the zombie old demon's face was full of surprise, "This must be a set of peerless exercises!" ”

Although he couldn't understand the content, the old demon's intuition told him that the content on it must be extraordinary.

After thinking about it, the zombie old demon put the page of the book into the space ring.

But in a few seconds, the zombie old demon took it out again, "The space ring is not safe, it is better to hide it close to you!" ”

With a fierce light in his eyes, the zombie old demon directly took out a dagger and slowly stabbed it into his thigh.

Blood spilled out, and the zombie old demon gritted his teeth, endured the stinging pain, stuffed the pages into the wound on his thigh, and immediately stopped the bleeding.

It was also at this time that Ye Feng rushed to the foot of Songshan with the elderly.

Looking at the continuous temple located halfway up the mountain, Ye Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth, "It is worthy of being a thousand-year-old treasure temple." ”

Feeling the contempt and sarcasm revealed in Ye Feng's words, there was a touch of helplessness in the eyes of the elderly on the side, and he asked in a low voice, "Master, are we coming to Shaolin Temple?" ”

"Collect interest!"

"Interest?"

(End of chapter)