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Tang Cheng's figure also stopped in an instant.

"Is that true?" His whole body was shocked by this sudden surprise.

Before he started, he felt that he had no chance today anyway, and he also had huge doubts about Shaolin's style of acting.

The appearance of the Shaolin monks who had been formed in his heart before all collapsed and collapsed.

"Today's competition, I Shaolin admit defeat, this is called the donor to enter the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to copy the scriptures!"

Zen Master Tianming repeated the previous words again.

"Senior brother, no!"

"Senior Brother Abbot, this case cannot be opened!"

The Phaseless Zen Master and the Colorless Zen Master roared loudly at the same time.

"Boy, get out of Shaolin quickly, or the old man will kill you with one slap!" Immediately afterward, the Wuxiang Zen Master roared violently and opened his mouth to threaten.

"Wuxiang, stop me, you are the abbot, I am the abbot?" Zen Master Tianming's face changed greatly when he saw it.

"Abbot ......"

"That's enough, as the abbot, I order the two of you to go back to the wall for me to think, without my orders, you must not leave the door half a step!" Wuxiang Zen Master still wanted to speak, but Tianming Zen Master interrupted without thinking about it, and directly crushed him as the abbot.

Just kidding, I finally left this guy behind, and you two made trouble for me, do you really think Shaolin has an easy life?

"Senior Brother Abbot......" The colorless Zen master was unhappy and wanted to speak.

"Needless to say, you have no way to teach your disciples, so that Jue Yan did this despicable thing today, tarnishing my Shaolin reputation, then from now on, Jue Yan is no longer my Shaolin disciple, you send him to the Discipline Academy, abolish his martial arts, and expel him from Shaolin. And you, as the head of the Luohan Hall, the old man won't say much, you go to the Discipline Academy to receive the punishment by yourself! Zen Master Tianming turned his face on the spot.

"Good!" At this moment, when the Phaseless Zen Master and the Colorless Zen Master were extremely angry, Tang Cheng shouted: "Abbot Yingming, this is the martial arts holy land in my mind, the Taishan Beidou in the rivers and lakes, and the appearance of the famous martial arts family!" ”

He seemed to see that the two of them were not angry to death, and as soon as he said at this moment, he was angry and did not pay for his life.

"The donor is serious, today's things are all taught by the old man, thanks to the donor is not injured, otherwise the old man will be uneasy!" Zen Master Tianming was afraid of long dreams at night, so he said: "Gossip is less, and the old man will take the donor to the scripture pavilion to copy the scriptures!" ”

"Good!" Tang Cheng suddenly responded: "It's still the abbot who does things fairly, the kid has offended a lot before, I hope to forgive me!" ”

People respect me, I respect people.

Since Zen Master Ming has bowed his head this day, Tang Cheng doesn't want to get an inch, so it's better to accept it when he sees it.

Subsequently, in the midst of the anger of the Phaseless Zen Master and the Colorless Zen Master, Tianming Zen Master took Tang Cheng into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"I've seen the abbot!"

At this moment, a monk with a clear face, a long and jade body, and an elegant inquiry, greeted him.

"Jueyuan's nephew, this is a distinguished guest of this temple, come here to copy a few scriptures, and hand them over to you to receive, remember not to collide with the distinguished guests, all the scriptures of this temple are copied by him!" Zen Master Tianming was afraid that Tang Cheng would change his hexagram and really ruin the reputation of Shaolin, so he made him feel better as much as possible, and said some nice words to raise Tang Cheng's identity.

"Donor, this is the nephew of Jueyuan who guards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, there is nothing he doesn't know about the scriptures here, you can copy the scriptures here with peace of mind, the old man still has some affairs to deal with, so don't accompany him!" After Zen Master Tianming finished speaking, he said another word to Jueyuan, then turned around and left.

Regarding the changes in Zen Master Tianming, a deep smile appeared on the corner of Tang Cheng's mouth.

Damn, I knew that you, the great monk, cared so much about the reputation of Shaolin, so Lao Tzu wouldn't have to work so hard.

After Zen Master Tianming left, Tang Cheng carefully looked at the distance in front of him.

He looked up and down at this enlightened monk who single-handedly opened the prelude to the Heavenly Dragon, and saw that his appearance was really extraordinary, only the sour and rotten atmosphere between his eyebrows was slightly inferior, and the rest were almost the same as the image in Tang Cheng's impression.

"Why does the donor look at the little monk so much?" Jueyuan felt a creepy feeling when Tang Cheng looked at him, and couldn't help but speak.

"Eh, it's okay, I see the master in the next place is extraordinary, and I was taken for a while, please forgive me!" Tang Cheng smiled and gave him a sycophant. Naturally, it is impossible for him to say that you are the peerless strongman who single-handedly created the two major schools and really pushed Shaolin to the peak at the same time, but the end was a little miserable.

To say that in this martial arts world, there are really few people that Tang Cheng really admires.

In addition to Qiao Feng, who is unparalleled in his heroism, and Guo Jing, who is a great man of chivalry, who is for the country and the people, I am afraid that this Jue will be able to enter his eyes.

If it weren't for his existence, it would be impossible for the two major factions of Wudang and Emei to appear in the future, and it would be impossible for Shaolin to really push Shaolin to the peak with a Shaolin Jiuyang Gong.

It can be said that this Jueyuan has made contributions to others all his life, that is, death, and also to take Zhang Junbao and Guo Xiang away from Shaolin.

"The donor laughed, the little monk is an ordinary Shaolin disciple, and he deserves to be praised by the donor like this!" Jueyuan smiled shyly and said, "I don't know what scriptures the donor wants to copy, the little monk will bring it to you!" ”

"Let's copy the Lotus Sutra first!" Tang Cheng opened his mouth and said, he naturally would not ask for the Lenga Sutra as soon as he came up, although he could see that Jueyuan did not have kung fu on his body now, but he didn't want to go straight to the topic as soon as he came up, after all, now this Shaolin monk must guard himself, and if he is not careful, it will not be good if he shows his feet.

"Okay, the donor will wait for a while, and the little monk will prepare pen, ink, paper, inkstone and scriptures for you!"

Jueyuan won and left on his own.

Tang Cheng walked around in this scripture pavilion, but saw that it was full of rows of tall bookshelves, and the smell of camphor came to his nose, presumably for embalming.

These bookshelves are made of camphor wood, which also has the effect of preventing insects.

On the bookshelf, there are ordinary scriptures neatly arranged, and there is no so-called Shaolin 72 stunts, and they are preserved in other places.

After a short time, Jueyuan took the "Lotus Sutra" and pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and after Tang Cheng thanked him, he began to copy it.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

During this period, Zen Master Tianming will come to say a few words of greeting every day, and Jueyuan has never left Tang Cheng for a while, presumably this is also the arrangement of Zen Master Tianming, called serving himself, but in fact monitoring himself.

However, Tang Cheng didn't say anything about this, and let the other party monitor this.

Perhaps Tang Cheng did not move in the slightest during these three days, and Zen Master Tianming did not come again on the fourth day, and Jueyuan's monitoring of Tang Cheng was obviously relaxed.

Seeing this situation, Tang Cheng decided to do it.

"I heard that the temple also has the original Sanskrit book carried by the Bodhidharma Patriarch when he traveled to the east, but I don't know if it is stored in this pavilion?" Tang Cheng finished copying a copy of the "Jizo Ben Yuan Sutra" in his hand, and asked casually.

"The donor also knows about this?" Jueyuan was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Of the fifty-eight volumes of scriptures that Patriarch Bodhidharma brought with him back then, except for the eight volumes that were lost, the remaining fifty volumes are all here, and they are still well preserved. There are also manuscripts and translations below, I wonder which scripture the donor wants to copy? ”

"Ah, really?" Although Tang Cheng had known it for a long time, he still had to pretend and said, "I don't know if there is a Sanskrit original of the Ranga Sutra?" My mother likes this scripture the most, and today I will ask casually, I don't want to really have it! ”

"Amitabha, good and good, sow good causes and get good results, the Buddha will bless the donor and reunite with the family!" Jueyuan said honestly, and then walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and sent the Sanskrit text of the Lenga Sutra to Tang Cheng.