"Uncle Shi, are you tickling your apprentice?"

Although Wei Xiaobao was a child, being grabbed by him on the chest still made Fang Ming a little annoyed and angry.

He slammed his hand hard, and Wei Xiaobao immediately screamed, and big tears flowed down: "Hero! Grandpa spares his life! ”

He was originally a Yangzhou gangster, and he shouted like this when he was caught and beaten since he was a child, and he naturally exited in a hurry at this time.

"If you are obedient, I will keep you safe, otherwise you will ......"

Fang Ming threatened.

"Naturally! Nature! I'll do whatever you tell me to do! Wei Xiaobao nodded like pounding garlic.

It's just that in my heart, I keep cursing: "Spicy mother's!" Today's master has a bad year, and he poured eight lifetimes of blood mold before he bumped into your tortoise bastard's hands, and wait until next time, the master called Brother Duolong, a group of internal guards, as well as Xu Tianchuan, Feng Jizhong, and the big and small wives together, I have to catch you, pick up your pants, and hit eighty boards fiercely, and I want you to shout 'Grandpa spare'! If you go to prison again, please eat chili water and tiger head stool that don't cost money......"

Fang Ming naturally didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, but the foul language of the little ruffian, could there be anything good or not?

Bending down and groping, he took out Wei Xiaobao's extremely sharp dagger and compared it directly to his neck: "Don't move, otherwise, your dagger won't have long eyes!" ”

Wei Xiaobao secretly complained in his heart, he really didn't dare to move, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.

These few changes were hasty, and the monks of Jingji did not react, and after seeing that Jingming was in a great way, and after defeating the two enemies, he actually held the master and uncle hostage with his backhand, and they were all a little dumbfounded, and they didn't know how to react.

"Pure Master Nephew! What are you doing? Don't let go of Uncle Obscure quickly! ”

At this time, the riot outside the temple finally attracted the monks of the Chengzi generation, and the eight deacons and monks of the precept courtyard were also lined up, and their sharp eyes were staring at Fang Ming, causing the cold hairs on his body to explode.

"Don't come here! Otherwise I'll kill him right away! Fang Ming raised Wei Xiaobao in his hand high.

This is a high-ranking monk of the obscure generation, and a high-ranking official who is a monk for the emperor, and the monks don't know what to do for a while, so they can only look at each other and retreat a few steps one after another.

"It's not enough! Get out of the way twenty feet away, or I'll cut off one of his arms!" ”

Fang Ming shouted loudly. This is because he knows that there are many Shaolin monks, and there are not a few masters of hidden weapons, but no matter how master you are, in addition to twenty zhang, the accuracy will be greatly reduced, not to mention that there is Wei Xiaobao in hand, and the other party must throw a mouse bogey.

The monks had no choice but to retreat a few feet and give way to an open space.

Fang Ming pinched Wei Xiaobao's back collar with one hand, and held a dagger with the other, resting under Wei Xiaobao's neck, swaggering into the Shaolin Temple Gate, all the way deep.

He has been here for nearly six months, naturally he is familiar with everywhere, all the way to a lake near the lake, in the middle of the lake, is a two-story quaint attic, only a wooden bridge is connected, the plaque in front of the door is written on the three big characters of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. This is the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, the reason why it was built in the small lake, is to be able to extinguish the fire in time to prevent damage to the precious ancient books.

"Scripture Pavilion! The target of this evil obstacle is the Scripture Pavilion! ”

At this time, many monks finally reacted.

"Let all the monks in the Scripture Pavilion come out!" Fang Ming shouted loudly, and raised Wei Xiaobao in his hand again, full of threat.

Shaolin Zangjing Pavilion is naturally a place that Fang Ming has coveted for a long time, but there are usually many high-ranking monks here, and the guards are extremely strict, and he has no way to sneak in, and now? With Wei Xiaobao's humanoid talisman, he is naturally fearless.

"Amitabha!" With the sound of chanting the Buddha's horn, Zen Master Hao Cong finally arrived with Chengguan, Chengtong and other high-level officials in the temple, among whom there was also Chengzhi, who was looking at Fang Ming with a look of disbelief.

"Clear! Don't put down the butcher knife yet! Chengzhi Mouran burst into a lion roar.

"I'm sorry! Master! Fang Ming apologized lightly, and the dagger in his hand tightened even tighter.

"Clear! Since you entered the temple, your master and I have high expectations for you, why did you do such things? But the monks in the temple treat you badly, just say it, we will make the decision for you! ”

The first seat of the Discipline Academy frowned, thinking that this Jingming was still a teenager, and if he vented his anger because he had been wronged in the temple, it would be understandable, so he spoke out.

"I have no grievances, I just admire the subtle words and righteousness of the great monks and virtues of the past dynasties in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, as well as the profound martial arts, but I can't enter the door, so I made this decision, don't blame the teachers!" Fang Ming said with a smile.

"Ahh The monks were dumbfounded, almost thinking they had seen a madman. With the talent of Buddhism and martial arts revealed by Jingming, there are already many monks in the temple who are tempted and ready to grant the mantle, as long as they practice step by step for a few years, they are just waiting for leisure when they enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, why can't they wait so much?

"Clear! You are not only a monk of our temple, but also talented, you can naturally enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to view the group of scriptures in the future, and now to see it, it is harmful to you! "Zen Master Hao Cong is telling the truth.

Fang Ming smiled bitterly secretly, he knew all this, but what he lacked most was time!

"Uncle Abbot's kindness, pure heart, but I'm just an idiot, I have to watch it now!" The real reason can't be said, Fang Ming can only mess around.

"This kind of behavior, isn't it another faction of spies to steal the martial arts of our temple?" Seeing Fang Ming like this, several Chengzi monks glanced at each other, and they all had a bad premonition.

"It's not!" At this time, the Chengguan of the Luohan Hall suddenly said.

"What not?"

"I saw it before this son entered the temple, there is no martial arts of other sects, and the origin is also clear!"

Zen Master Hao Cong knew that although Chengguan was naïve and romantic, his martial arts were hidden as the first in the temple, and since he said no, it must not be.

I couldn't find out for a while, but seeing that Fang Ming was urging in a hurry, he could only give an order to the two little novices beside him.

The two little novices immediately ran into the Pavilion and shouted loudly, and most of the monks in the Pavilion were attracted by the hustle and bustle, and after the two little novices went to summon, in less than a moment, the entire Pavilion was empty.

"Jingming, you can go to the Scripture Pavilion to read the book, and you won't let the obscurity go!" Zen Master Hui Cong said.

"Wait! Don't you know that Shaolin has other arrangements in the Scripture Pavilion? Tell those hidden monks to come out, or ......"

Fang Ming took out a copper plate and threw it!

Burst! The copper plate hit the dagger, and it was immediately broken in half, and it fell to the ground with an uproar, and the faces of the surrounding monks changed.

This kind of hair-blowing and broken hair is even more terrifying in the era of Lu Ding Ji, just looking at Wei Xiaobao with the three magic weapons of treasure clothes, treasure knives, and sweat medicine, he can crisscross the rivers and lakes, and he can know the power of countless famous masters.

And the monk is on the side of this dagger, some monks with good hidden weapons have already taken aim, but if they miss the head, or Jingming desperately fights back, let this dagger rub lightly on the neck of Hao Ming, then Wei Xiaobaoke's life will be lost.

This is a monk who is a monk on behalf of the emperor, once he falls here, even the Zen master of Hao Cong can't please him, and even the entire Shaolin Temple will be eaten and hanged.

As soon as he thought of this, he broke out in a cold sweat, and he took the rosary beads in his hand, iron lotus seeds and the like.

Zen Master Hao Cong smiled bitterly and recited Amitabha.

I only listened to the sound of clattering and clicking inside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and then three old monks came out of the description.

Although the three old monks were skinny, as if they were about to fall down next, just looking at them made Fang Ming's back break out in a cold sweat.

"Holy! There is really !! ”

Fang Ming didn't have any confidence in this matter, just deceived the other party, but he didn't expect to really deceive a few big sharks, these three old monks clearly have extremely high martial arts, and they are the last hole cards of Shaolin and the like, if he suddenly kills when he is watching the scriptures, then he will definitely be tragic.

"Thank you for your success! Jing Ming will go in to read the book, and please accompany Uncle Ming, please rest assured, before tomorrow morning, Jing Ming will definitely release Uncle Ming! ”

After the three old monks came out, Fang Ming escorted Wei Xiaobao and entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion all the way, and it was not until he closed the door that he breathed a sigh of relief.

This time it was a plan he had been planning for a long time, and although it was a bit dangerous, it was actually nothing serious.

First of all, this is the Shaolin Temple, pay attention to compassion, even if you fail and are captured, you will be imprisoned at most, and you will be interrogated slowly, and tonight Fang Ming can get out of the Luding Ji plane at his own expense, so what are you afraid of?

In addition, the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is surrounded by water on all sides, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and there is only one wooden bridge to pass, which is convenient for monitoring and reading.

As for the kind of master who can sweep across the air for more than ten zhang and fly to the top of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion? Do you think this is the Legend of the Double Dragon of the Tang Dynasty? If there is such a master, Fang Ming can just grab it.

Moreover, he also gave a final deadline for the return of the hostages, presumably in the absence of emergencies, the monks would not be killed.

Now it looks like everything went well with the plan.

Fang Ming was behind Wei Xiaobao's neck, making him directly unconscious, and then immediately stripped off the treasure clothes on the other party's body and put them on himself.

Fang Ming, who had the treasure armor and sword in his hand, carried the talisman of Wei Xiaobao and began to sweep the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The pavilion is full of wooden shelves, and there is a smell of insect repellent medicine, some of the pages of ancient books have been yellowed, but they are still well preserved, and there are also some fragments of broken chapters, which are neatly placed on the lower level of the bookshelf.

Fang Ming's eyes only looked at martial arts, and naturally swept over with one glance and ten lines.

He naturally knew that it was unlikely to find a box-pressing kung fu like the Yi Jin Jing here, but as long as it was the first level of the seventy-two stunts, it was enough to satisfy him now.

Soon searched the whole pavilion, and there was a harvest.