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Jueyuan smiled honestly, hurriedly returned the salute, and at the same time personally polished the ink for Tang Cheng, so that he could copy the scriptures.

Tang Cheng didn't hesitate anymore, and hurriedly opened the 'Lenga Sutra', looking for its "Jiuyang True Sutra" in the cracks of the text.

A day and night later, Tang Cheng, with the help of Jueyuan, finally copied all the four volumes of the Lenga Sutra, and at the same time memorized the Jiuyang Sutra in his heart.

In his previous life, he had practiced this kung fu, and when he saw him again at this moment, he easily remembered it thoroughly in his heart as if he had the ability to never forget it.

When the transcription was finished, the sky was already white, and Jueyuan was already sleepy, leaning back on the chair and sleeping.

"It's really a child's heart, and I don't have any defense at all!"

Tang Cheng sighed and laughed, then picked up the four volumes of scriptures and put them on the bookshelf.

He had also seen where Jueyuan got it before, but now Jueyuan was already asleep, and Tang Cheng didn't want to disturb him.

Subsequently, after putting the scriptures according to the label, Tang Cheng's heart could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Although this matter has been full of twists and turns, the "Jiuyang True Scripture" has finally arrived, and the goal has been achieved!" Tang Cheng said as he had the idea of leaving.

Syllable!

As he walked, his heel inadvertently hit the bookshelf, and a black scripture book suddenly fell out of the tall place where the Ranga Sutra had been stored before.

When Tang Cheng heard this, he stopped his steps, picked up the dusty scripture book casually, shook it, and prepared to put it back on the bookshelf.

But just as the dust was gone, his eyes suddenly burst into a gleam.

"This is ......" He looked at the blurred fonts on the cover in shock, and the word 'King Kong' in the middle was faintly visible, while the first and fourth characters were completely blurred.

"Is it the book?" Tang Cheng's heart was hot, and he immediately opened the scriptures, and all kinds of characters and figures immediately appeared in Tang Cheng's eyes, which were not the written scriptures he had seen before.

Seeing this, Tang Cheng was suddenly overjoyed in his heart, glanced sideways at Jueyuan, who was asleep, and had no intention of waking up, quickly stuffed it into his arms, and walked towards the place where the scriptures were copied.

After taking two steps, he stopped, turned back, and removed the Ranga Sutra from the shelf, put it back on the table, and posed as if he had copied it before.

After doing all this, Tang Cheng brought a smile on the corner of his mouth, picked up the wolf, put it down at the corner of his mouth, and then fell down, posing as if he was extremely tired and asleep.

After doing all this, he put his heart at ease, no matter how cunning you bald donkeys are, you can also drink Lao Tzu's foot-washing water.

While maliciously mocking Tianming and the others in his heart, his thoughts gradually became confused, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

When he woke up, it was already three days old.

Jueyuan had already gotten up, and when he saw Tang Cheng wake up, he took the water basin and other things.

At this moment, Tang Cheng's face was already covered with ink, but he didn't care, he washed his face with a smile, and then prepared to leave.

"Master, I have been taken care of by you for the past few days, and I am grateful for it!" Tang Cheng clenched his fists and said with a smile.

"The donor is polite, this is what the little monk should do!" Jueyuan said without sadness or joy.

"Then we will have a meeting later, if we have time in the future, I will definitely come to disturb the master again, and don't be annoyed when I look at it!"

"The donor laughed, the little monk was ashamed!" Jueyuan smiled modestly, and then helped Tang Cheng pick up the scriptures, and the two left the scripture pavilion side by side.

Not long after, the people who came before Tang Cheng greeted him and took the scriptures from Jueyuan's hands.

"Since this is the case, the little monk will go back, if the donor still comes to the temple in the future, he will definitely come to chat with the little monk!" Jueyuan stood in front of his chest with one hand and bent down to salute.

"Master stays, if there is a chance in the future, he will definitely come to disturb him!" Tang Cheng said politely, and then, after hesitating for two seconds, he stepped forward and said: "Master Iguan is also a fan of Buddhist scriptures, if you have leisure in the future, take a look at the four-volume Sanskrit translation of the Ranga Sutra!" ”

Hearing this, Jueyuan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Well, okay, the little monk will study it!" ”

"That's good, it's not too early, I also have to say goodbye to the abbot and others, the green mountains will not change, the green water will flow for a long time, and there will be a period later!" Tang Cheng clenched his fists.

"Amitabha, donor go all the way!" Jueyuan pronounced the Buddha's horn.

After the two said goodbye, Tang Cheng went to talk to Tianming Zen Master, Tianming Zen Master heard this, expressed great surprise, and then made an unprecedented enthusiasm, wanting to keep Tang Cheng in Shaolin for a few more days, if Tang Cheng didn't know how to hate himself in his heart, he really could be a hospitable person for this guy.

After rejecting his enthusiasm, Tang Cheng took those people to step on the sunset and left this Shaolin.

After descending from Shaomu Mountain, Tang Cheng gave these people severance pay, and after sending them away, he prepared to rush overnight to return to the tomb of the living dead as soon as possible.

After a day and night, Tang Cheng was already about to leave the Hunan border.

At this moment, he can't even mention how beautiful it is in his heart.

Jiuyang Divine Skill is in the body, meandering like a river, mixed with Zixia True Qi, and its strength has increased by more than half.

And in the time of this day and night, Tang Cheng also completely figured out what the scripture he brought out at the end was.

That is the famous 'Donkey Kong Palm' in the Shaolin 72 stunts, and it is the only peerless palm technique in the world that can be compared with the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon".

After all, Yang Guo's self-created "Gloomy ** Palm" has not yet appeared in the future.

And although Tang Cheng couldn't understand why that scripture was among the ordinary scriptures, it was estimated that it was because no one had practiced this kung fu for hundreds of years, so that this skill was gradually neglected, and then for some unknown reasons, it fell into the list of ordinary scriptures.

Of course, it is also possible that there were people who came to Shaolin like Tang Cheng to learn martial arts and copied this skill, but they didn't have a chance to take it out, so they hid there.

For these two possibilities, Tang Cheng prefers the former.

Because this Donkey Kong palm has been cultivated on top of the modern history of Shaolin, that is, the abbot of Xuanci in the Northern Song Dynasty, the Laozi of Xuzhu.

Since he committed suicide in front of the heroes of the world, no one has ever practiced this Donkey Kong palm.

"Let your group of bald donkeys be shameless, and when Lao Tzu's skills are close in the future, I will definitely use this Donkey Kong palm to teach you a good lesson!" Tang Cheng secretly thought to himself in his heart, although he said that he had gained a lot from Shaolin this time, but the shameless behavior of the previous phaseless, colorless, and Najue anger and others still made him a little angry, intending to settle accounts after the autumn.

Call!

At the moment when Tang Cheng's words fell, a fierce and powerful wind roared out of the night.

Immediately afterwards, a tree trunk as thick as a bucket suddenly flew out of the air and smashed towards Tang Cheng overwhelmingly.

The tragic momentum made Tang Cheng instantly have a sense.

He pressed his hands on the horse's back, and the whole person rose up with his strength, and in mid-air, he launched the snake walking fox flip technique, and at the same time raised his hand to shoot a powerful and fierce demon fist.

Boom!

With a roar, the branches and leaves on the trunk flew up, and the ferocity of the sideways flight was stopped, but it was only that. Then came another crushing of the air.

In the face of such a sneak attack with great strength, Tang Cheng did not dare to resist hard, and the wishful grappling hand immediately unfolded, playing a trick of 'bullet', following its momentum, borrowing its strength, following its shape, people walking with the wind, like a gecko swimming on the wall, little by little to resolve this almost killer sneak attack.

Call!

The wind was howling, Tang Cheng was like an ant on the branch of a giant tree, like a piece of catkins in the wind, people walked with the wind, without any weight, and swayed backwards lightly.

Swish!

At this moment, a figure, like a dagger in the middle of a dagger, shot out a palm in the air as poisonous as a spirit snake, and this palm sealed all the way Tang Cheng retreated.