Because these thefts are so bizarre, Xinshu suspects that they may be from thieves. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Except for a few of them in the Shaolin Temple, no one else can enter and leave the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at will.

Therefore, the scope of the scripture stealer is once again narrowed, and it is very likely to be one of the seven senior brothers of the Heart Tree. And what Xinshu asked Wang Chan to do was to help him find out the real culprit who stole the scriptures and assassinated Master Xinmei.

Wang Chan stared at Xinshu's eyes and said word by word: "What if the murderer is the Shaolin abbot Xinhu?"

The heart tree was suddenly stunned, and after a while, he was sweating profusely.

"Even if everyone in the Shaolin sect already knows that Xinhu is a murderer, no one will admit it, right?" Wang Chan sneered at the corners of his mouth.

Xinshu didn't speak, because he had nothing to say, the people in the rivers and lakes have always regarded Shaolin as a famous and authentic family, and now if Shaolin is a murderer, the reputation and prestige of Shaolin Temple for hundreds of years will be ruined.

"Even if I can prove that Xinhu is a murderer, I'm afraid that even you won't speak for me, and in order to protect your reputation in Shaolin, I'm afraid you will have to sacrifice others. The sarcasm on Wang Chan's face became more and more intense.

Xinshu sighed and said, "Yes, for the sake of He Quan's Shaolin prestige, I do not hesitate to sacrifice everything." ”

Wang Chan smiled lightly and said, "Then why do you want to find me." ”

Xinshu said: "Although I don't want to do anything that damages the reputation of this sect, as long as you can prove who is the murderer of Senior Brother Xinmei, I will not hesitate to die with him, and I also want him to be splashed with blood!"

It was only at this time that Wang Chan really faced the monk in front of him, the monk is also a human being, and the monk is both good and bad. There are scum like the shrunken turtle Xuanci, and there are also high-ranking monks like his master Zhizhen.

And the heart tree in front of him is also admirable, Wang Chan looked at the heart tree, and slowly said: "Okay, I promise you, but when the time comes, you won't forget what you just said." ”

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Wang Chan changed his itinerary slightly, preparing to go to Shaomu Mountain first, and Sun Xiaohong naturally followed behind Wang Chan.

The crowd came to the foot of the Shomuro Mountain.

Wang Chan glanced up, chuckled, took Sun Xiaohong's hand, unfolded his body, and looked for a way to climb the mountain.

There is a small temple at the foot of the mountain, and several Shaolin monks in gray robes and white shirts are warming themselves in the front hall, and two people are hiding behind the door to watch out from the wind.

Seeing someone climbing the mountain with light skills, these two people immediately greeted them!

One said: "Where did the donor come from......?

When the other person saw a woman behind Wang Chan, he immediately rushed to say: "Donor, female dependents are not allowed to enter Shaolin." ”

Wang Chan's pace slowed down, and when he reached the front of these two people, he suddenly swept three feet, flew over their heads, touched the ground with his toes, and swept up again.

On this snow, he can still perform the ultimate light skill of dragonfly three water, even if the Shaolin monk is above the top, he can't help but be moved.

By the time the monks in the temple chased him out, Wang Chan had already gone far away.

Just as they were about to ring the bell to warn, Zen Master Xinshu suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Meet my uncle. ”

"It's none of your business, go sweep the floor and recite the scriptures. Xinshu glanced up at Wang Chan's distant voice and spoke.

"Yes, Uncle Shi. ”

Since the time of Emperor Wu of Bodhidharma Liang, the sergeant of Dongdu, twenty-eight passed to the monk Jiaye, Shaolin generation of talents, has long been the suzerain of the Central Plains martial arts.

Wang Chan entered the temple from behind the mountain, only to see countless forests on the snow with large and small Shede Pagoda, he knew that this is the holy place of Shaolin Temple "Tallinn", that is, the burial place of the ancestors of Shaolin dynasties, these masters were famous in life, and after their deaths, they had occupied an extra foot of land.

No matter who comes here, they can't help but have a sense of getting rid of red dust and staying out of the square, let alone Wang Chan from Shaolin.

However, Wang Chan felt very strange at this time, whether it was the Sanskrit chant ringing in his ears or the stupa in front of him, it seemed that he had a natural intimacy with him. But for some reason, he was extremely repulsive in his heart, almost a subconscious move.

This feeling became more pronounced as he cultivated higher.

Wang Chan frowned, looked up at those towers, his eyes narrowed slightly, and at this moment, the heart tree finally caught up with Wang Chan's footsteps.

Xinshu looked at Wang Chan from a distance, and found that he seemed to be a little different from Fang Cai at this time, which made him have the absurd idea of bowing and worshipping.

He shook his head vigorously, eliminated distracting thoughts, looked at Wang Chan and asked, "Does that method really work?"

"If it weren't for the thief, how could the world be convinced. Wang Chan came back to his senses and looked at the heart tree and said slowly.

Kokoki nodded and walked directly towards the temple.

At the same time, the entire Shaolin Temple suddenly resounded with a shout: "Gentleman Sword King Zen Chuang Temple!"

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Behind the Shaolin Temple, deep in the bamboo forest, there are two people playing chess.

On the right is an old monk with a strange appearance.

On the left is a thin and short old man, but his eyes are blazing, and his nose is like an eagle, so that people forget all about his short stature, and can only feel an incomparable authority and courage.

In the whole world, there are very few people who can sit and play chess against Master Xinhu, the head of Shaolin, except for this Bai Xiaosheng.

During these two games of chess, the world was afraid that nothing could stop them, but when they heard the three words of the gentleman's sword, both of them couldn't help but get up.

Xinhu said: "Where is this person now?"

"We don't know, but don't worry, senior brother, I've already ordered to go down and launch a large-scale search for the whole temple. Xinjian said in a deep voice.

Not only the heart, but at this time, the heart candle, the heart lamp, and the heart tree that came at the end, except for the dead heart eyebrow and the one who had thought about the self-punishment face, the seven first seats of Shaolin have all gathered.

"Senior brother, what the hell is going on? Didn't you go down the mountain to find the Gentleman Sword?" asked the Heart Lake Master looking at the Heart Tree.

"Senior Brother Qiqi, the thief who stole the scriptures has been found. Xinshu bowed and replied.

"Who is it?" asked Xinjian immediately.

The cold light in Xinshu's eyes burst out, staring at Xinjian and saying sharply: "It's you!"

The corners of Xinjian's mouth twitched again, but his face sank, and he said coldly: "How could the fifth senior brother say such a thing, I really don't understand. ”

Xinshu sneered: "You don't understand, who else understands?"

Xinjian turned to Xinhu and said, "This matter is still to be decided by the senior brother, and the disciple has nothing to say." ”

The three of them, Heart Lake, Heart Candle, and Heart Lamp, were already shocked when they heard it at this time, and no matter how big their brains were, they couldn't think of this scene.

Slandering the same family, especially slandering the heart of the same Shaolin first seat is not a joke, Xinhu Zhengse said: "Senior brother, can you have evidence?"

"The king has gone to learn the scriptures. Xinshu said slowly. (To be continued.) )