Seeing that the two guarding the Hidden Scripture Pavilion were looking ahead, Xu Hao hesitated whether to go up and get rid of them, but after thinking about it again, he decided to wait until midnight before acting.

At that time, the monks who chanted the scriptures in the front yard went back to rest, and they could have more time to find martial arts secrets.

From ancient times to the present, whether it is the ancient ancestors or the present, we are accustomed to keeping one hand in doing things.

So, who knows if all the cheats are hidden in the Scripture Pavilion?

Not to mention the rest, Xu Hao was sure that a Zhenfang martial art like Yi Jin Jing would definitely not be able to be placed so simply in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Either in the abbot's house, or in the safest place in the monastery?

Of course, it is in the hands of the elders whose martial arts are the strongest and hidden in TV novels.

Maybe everyone is the elder of the previous abbot, and after retirement, they got together to retreat and break through.

If there is such a place, maybe the Yijin Jing will be watched by these old guys!

Telekinesis is indeed a relatively rebellious ability, and Xu Hao is simply born to be an assassin by relying on it.

Wrapping himself in telekinesis, he slowly floated upwards from the corner of the wall where he could not see his vision, like a gust of wind, without abrupt fluctuations at all.

Ascending into the air, taking advantage of the fact that it was not the best time to act, Xu Hao circled around the entire Shaolin Temple a few times, and learned all the places in detail.

Scratching his head, Xu Hao was a little bored.

I'm still too reckless, and I don't have any plan at all to rush to engage in other people's martial arts cheats, how can it be so simple.

In terms of force, how many people on the other side are not their opponents, but once all the Shaolin disciples are disturbed, don't think about the cheats.

People will definitely hide it more strictly, and they won't give themselves a chance to make a comeback at all.

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A full moon hangs in the sky, and the bright moonlight illuminates the entire monastery. The yellow and blue tiles glow brilliantly in the moonlight.

It's really bad, on such a bright night, Xu Hao can't help even if he is wearing a black tight night suit.

At this time, he was standing on a tree branch looking at the scripture pavilion opposite, and he hesitated to find another opportunity.

Time passed minute by minute, and Xu Hao waited patiently.

Who knows if God opened his eyes, and I don't know where to hit a large thick dark cloud, covering the bright moon.

The sky darkened unconsciously, and the wind rustled the branches.

Golden opportunity!

Xu Hao had been on the branch for two hours, watching the monks come out of the Scripture Pavilion and return to their rooms after finishing the evening class, and watched the candles in their rooms go out one by one.

If you don't take it, you will be blamed!

God has perfected himself, and there is no reason not to do it.

Xu Hao's whole person melted into the dark night where he couldn't see his fingers.

He needed to do it as soon as possible, because it was going to rain heavily, and fortunately he had brought an iron box, so he could just put the books in and lock them up when the time came.

Burst~

An inaudible voice sounded, but the monk guarding the door did not hear any movement.

Xu Hao was like a ghost in the dark night, wearing the cloth shoes that Mu Nianci had sewn for him and approached them step by step.

Sou!

On the west side of the entrance of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, I saw a black shadow pounced towards the two monks like a cheetah, and then took out a white cloth with lightning speed, strangled one person's neck with one hand, and covered the other's mouth and nostrils with a white cloth with the other hand.

Hmm~

The two of them made a subtle sound from their mouths, and then passed out, and Xu Hao gently helped them to lean on the two pillars.

This white cloth was smeared with medicinal powder, which was prepared by the doctor in charge of matching the medicinal diet for him in the manor, which was a highly effective sweat medicine, and the amount was increased without increasing the price.

Slowly pushing open the door, Xu Hao probed to take a look, and then ran out and controlled the iron box that was placed in the corner and no one paid attention to him, and followed him back to the Scripture Pavilion.

Closing the door, Xu Hao didn't dare to slack off, still cautious, and floated up the second floor along the wooden ladder.

Good things should be put inside, right, Xu Ha guessed.

I saw rows of wooden shelves crowding the room, and I swept it away, I was afraid that I could fill the semi-trailer, and it was as vast as a sea of smoke!

Uh, what's going on!

There was no way, Xu Hao could only take out a small flashlight and wrap it in a layer of linen, so that he could quickly look for it on the bookshelf with confidence.

One by one Buddhist scripture was skipped by him, but he didn't find the secret book of martial arts, and his mood became heavy a little bit at this time. Throwing a Diamond Sutra to the ground, Xu Hao was a little impatient, this script is wrong!

Ever since his mental power reached a bottleneck, his spirit had soared, and he could sometimes faintly touch the realm of divine consciousness.

Just like he is looking for martial arts cheats now, he hasn't read some books, but under the shroud of his spirit, he seems to be sure that it is not his target without looking at it.

Time passed second by second, and more than ten minutes had passed. Xu Hao still hasn't found a book related to martial arts.

At this moment, he has to suspect that there is no martial arts here at all, and maybe people here are just collecting ordinary Buddhist scriptures.

"Huh!"

Seeing that he walked from the staircase to the innermost, Xu Hao found a strange place.

There are a lot of bookshelves connected to the wall in the innermost place, but this is something Xu Hao feels a little wrong.

What's wrong? He found out this on a whim.

After going around here a few times in the first half of the night, and now seeing so many bookshelves against the wall, Xu Hao wondered if there would be a dense existence.

Thinking about it this way, it may not be true, because it is really possible to be tired when comparing the length and width of the inside and outside of the pavilion.

First of all, I read the books on the shelves as usual, and they are still ordinary Buddhist scriptures, so I can only hope that there is a density.

At this time, it is necessary to think about the routine of the TV series, who made this also the world of TV dramas.

So, Xu Hao, who was dressed in black, looked for clues on the bookshelf and did not let go of any details.

Stooping down and looking down at the bottom row of lattices, I fumbled and couldn't find a mechanism.

Just as he looked up, he saw a porcelain vase in the corner.

Hehe, Xu Hao smiled like a fox.

In addition to the bookshelves and scriptures in this spacious room, isn't it obtrusive to place a bottle?

Taking the lamp to shine on the porcelain vase, Xu Hao held the bottleneck and lifted it up, and sure enough, it was stuck, which means that it is indeed strange.

Turning slightly, the porcelain vase was really like a mechanism, Xu Hao pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the vase, and it was really a bit like the sound of gears turning.

It was the first time he had come into contact with the legendary mechanism, and his face flushed with excitement.

Anyway, I don't know what I'm messing with, but I heard a crisp sound coming from under the bookshelf.

Xu Hao looked at this scene curiously, and saw the two bookshelves in the middle descending at a uniform speed, revealing the stone wall gate behind him, so he rubbed his hands and stepped forward to investigate.

With the first experience, this time writhing in a slightly sunken place, the stone door also opened backwards.

Subconsciously took the lamp and shone it inside, and suddenly, I saw a sloppy old monk sitting on the ground with tattered clothes, pale hair, and sloppy eyes, staring at Xu Hao who was startled with a flashlight in his hand.

The old monk stared at him without saying a word, then stood up and flew towards him.

At the last moment, Xu Hao summoned the arrow of destruction from the space without any hesitation, and it was a rain of arrows in the sky against the old monk, full of holes.