The mountains are cold, the fallen leaves in front of the door are piled up on the ground, and there is a gloomy atmosphere, it seems that Shaolin has suffered a catastrophe, and this Zhao Min's actions are really fast enough.

But think about it, since the six major factions besieged Guangming Ding and left, he was delayed in Guangming Ding for three days, and these three days were enough time for Zhao Min to send people to destroy Shaolin.

It's just that I don't know, why do you sit back and ignore the three monks' martial arts that have reached the peak of their martial arts?

I wonder if the Scripture Pavilion has been looted?

The lively scene in the Shaolin Temple has long since ceased to exist, and the temple is full of messes at this time, with broken windows and doors, and broken tiles and jars. Along the way, I can't see the figure of a monk, even if it is a blue sky and a white day, it is a little weird, if it is at night, it is estimated that it will become the same existence as Lanruo Temple. Hehe.

The Pavilion of the Scriptures has arrived.

It can be said that it condenses all the cultural essence of Shaolin Temple for thousands of years, in addition to the rare books of Buddhism, it is the secret book of the seventy-two stunts that it relies on to become famous, and the Yijin Sutra should be among them.

There are four floors in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but how many layers will this Yijin Sutra be placed on? I am afraid that there are at least tens of thousands of scriptures in it, and if you look for them one by one, you will have to find when to go.

Yi Xiaofeng opened his divine sense, wrapped the entire Scripture Pavilion with his mental power, and found that there was a dark compartment on the fourth floor, and with his mental power, he couldn't see through what was inside. Presumably, even if it is not the Yijin Sutra, it must be other treasures of Shaolin Temple.

Coming to the fourth floor, there is a Buddha statue sitting on the lotus flower next to the wall in the west, and there is a stone platform under the Buddha statue, Yi Xiaofeng stretched out his hand and knocked twice, the inside was empty, but its surface was smooth, there was no handle, there must be a hidden grid.

After looking around, I found that there was a petal on the lotus flower with a slightly different color from the others, and it was really difficult to find it if you didn't look closely!

Pressing the petals, he heard a clicking sound, and the stone platform really opened a door, Yi Xiaofeng took out a dark brown box from it, and a sandalwood fragrance wafted in.

There is a drug on it, if it weren't for the fact that he was not poisonous, I am afraid that he would be on the way. It seems that this Shaolin person is also very vigilant, and he also has this despicable means of harming people, all in order to protect this treasure from being robbed by people with bad intentions.

It's ridiculous to say, although this Yijin Sutra is the treasure of Shaolin Temple's martial arts, but it is hidden in this dark place and does not allow the disciples in the temple to practice, when Shaolin is in trouble, they can't protect themselves, how to protect the temple and these Buddhist scriptures and martial arts cheats? It's ridiculous and pathetic, sad and pitiful!

What a strong breath!

Yi Xiaofeng was flipping through the Yi Jin Sutra, quickly memorizing the main thirteen meridian exercise diagrams inside, and felt that there were three powerful breaths that were rapidly approaching the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

At this time, there should be no one in Shaolin, who will it be? Could it be the three of them?

Crossing misfortune, crossing calamity, crossing disaster! That's right, there is no one else but them.

"Amitabha! Little donor, my Shaolin has been tragically robbed, why do you take advantage of the fire to rob and make matters worse? "The first to speak was a one-eyed old man, and he was Doom.

"Yijin Sutra is a treasure of my Buddhism, and I ask the donor to return it to my temple." The thin old man with white hair is the tragedy.

"Greed is the first of all evils, why did this donor go astray at a young age, it is better to wake up as soon as possible, the three of us should be merciful and let the donor leave." Watari said.

"It turned out to be the three old Zen masters of Doom, Tribulation and Tribulation, I don't know where the three were when Shaolin encountered a catastrophe, why didn't you come out to help? Don't tell me you didn't hear or fell asleep? Yi Xiaofeng said with a slight mockery, he wanted to listen to what the three old men had to say.

"It's not that the three of us are sitting on the sidelines, but the three of us are in the middle of meditation, at the critical moment of Zen meditation, not to mention that we can't hear the movement of the outside world, even if we hear it, once we are slightly distracted, the three of us will go crazy, and even die on the spot!" Watari said.

"This statement seems to really make it impossible to blame you, so in this way, you are out of the customs now, which means that you have already practiced the Vajra Demon Circle?"

The three of them were all stunned, "King Kong Demon Circle, except for the abbot Kongwen and a few senior monks in the temple, even the monks of this temple have never known, how did the donor know about it?" ”

"Amitabha, I am a person in the rivers and lakes called Zhou Yi Zhou Banxian is also, by going, knowing the future, everything in this world will not escape my eyes." Yi Xiaofeng had no choice but to pretend to be a god stick again.

"Oh, donor, do you think the three of us are old and dizzy, or old and confused? Even if you are a charlatan and know the art of divination, how dare you say that you know the past and the future? ”

"Senior brother, you don't have to say much to him, take him down, don't be afraid that he won't hand over the Yijin Sutra." Watari said impatiently.

"Donor, the old man will give you one last chance, will you return the Yijin Sutra?" Watar asked.

"The King Kong Demon Circle can be said to be a peerless magic skill, please forgive the younger generations for not measuring their own strength, I want to learn the skills of the three old Zen masters." Yi Xiaofeng bowed his hand and said.

"Well, since the donor doesn't listen to persuasion, don't blame the three of them for bullying the small. Hey! ”

Du Er said with his hands crossed, the internal force surging out, the middle finger was held under the thumb, and the three fingers shot out a burst of energy, very fierce, Yi Xiaofeng dodged, and the energy fell on the stone pillar with a diameter of about forty centimeters behind him, instantly smashing it to pieces, and the second energy came one after another, shooting on the marble steps, and a hole about one inch in diameter and about three or four inches deep appeared in front of him.

What a domineering spirit!

Since you three old guys are so ruthless, then don't blame the young master for being ruthless.

In the face of Sandu's attack, Yi Xiaofeng used the ten-success Jiuyang Divine Skill and the Great Movement of Qiankun, and fought with the three of them. Sure enough, it is almost the same as when Zhang Wuji played against these three people in the original book, the three monks are a trinity, their hearts are connected, and the attack is like a rolling river, surging and endless...

For a while, Yi Xiaofeng could only stick to the opponent's palm power with a big move, and pull and move the enemy's strength, but if he wanted to use his strength, it was a bit far-fetched, if the other party only had two people, he might still be successful, but the attacks of the three were almost uninterrupted, and Yi Xiaofeng had no chance to fight back at all.

However, this is difficult to defeat Yi Xiaofeng, who has a variety of peerless martial arts.

Seizing that tenth-second moment, two flying knives shot towards the doom and the tribulation, and the flying knives were attached to the Jiuyang True Qi of his seven success powers, and their power was many times more powerful than the power of the flying knives shot by Li Xunhuan!

With a distance of more than ten steps, even a peerless master like the three monks can't dodge. The only way to cross the misfortune and cross the disaster is to take this blow hard, but because the speed of the flying knife is too fast and the distance is so close, the two of them have no time to fight back, so they can only forcibly defend themselves, gather the internal force in the palm of their palms and gather them in their chests, forming a mass of true qi cover.

The defense had just been formed, and the throwing knives had already arrived.