The kitchen was shut down for a month, which was a disaster for the monks of Shaolin Temple. They can only go to the mountains outside the temple every day to dig wild vegetables and hunt game. At first, everyone harvested a lot, but after more than ten consecutive days of large-scale round-ups, the wild animals and plants in Shaomuro Mountain were swept away at once.

Moreover, because many monks eat poisonous animals and plants by mistake, the people of Shaolin Temple are panicked.

And Xintian has Xinkong to help him open a small stove, although Xinkong has driven Xintian out of the back kitchen several times, but he can't rely on Xintian's cheekiness.

Mountains and sports don't need to cook, but every day is super free. After all, Shinkong still allows them to enter the back kitchen, so there is no need to worry about food.

Although there was more time, the two of them had nothing to do. Because of the need to prepare food, most of the monks of Shaolin Temple are busy looking for food in the mountains, and they have no intention of continuing to take care of the business of tourism.

The Shaolin Temple, which had been in the market all day, suddenly quieted down, making them a little unaccustomed.

The sky is full of stars, and the mountain peaks and sports lie on the roof of the firewood house and enjoy the mountain breeze. Many monks who usually gamble until dawn do not even have the strength to gamble because they do not have enough to eat during the day. Therefore, the Shaolin Temple at this time is really quiet and unimaginable.

Fortunately, in early summer, there is still a non-stop screaming, otherwise the mountain peak always feels that the Shaolin Temple seems to be a barren mountain haunted house.

"Gymnastics, speaking of which, your sleeping position is really hard to see. "Sports woke up in the middle of the night several times and was shocked to see the strange sleeping position of the mountain.

And the sleeping position is not repetitive, one day at a time, the whole mountain peak is completely bent into a spherical shape, and the sports are engaged in sports thinking that the mountain peak has been attacked, and the hands and feet are broken and twisted like that.

As a result, Shanfeng was woken up by sports, and after stretching his muscles and bones, he complained that he didn't sleep well at the sports night, and what he was yelling for.

"I don't know!" Shan Feng has no memory of his sleeping position, he only knows that he feels extremely comfortable when he sleeps every day, and he can sleep very deeply every time.

"In other words, when will we be able to have a strong internal force like Xinkong and Xintian. "That day, Xintian's press on Xinkong's shoulder seemed to be easy, but it was actually one of the seventy-two Shaolin Peerless Demon Suppression Fingers.

This is what I didn't inadvertently hear when I passed by the door of the senior brother's room later, and listened to the chat between the senior brother and the senior brothers.

"I don't know!" Shan Feng thought to himself that Xinkong had a figure of one enemy and a hundred on that day, and his blood boiled all of a sudden. Is that the internal force?

"Hey, don't keep saying you don't know!" Sports glanced at the mountain, thinking that there seemed to be a very slight heat in his body that was always moving near his dantian recently, and said with a little emotion: "Hey, let me tell you, I seem to have internal strength!"

Shanfeng looked back at the sport and was extremely happy. "Really?

"It's hot here in the dantian, although it's only a small amount of heat, but it's very special. Sports recalled, pointing to his abdomen.

Shanfeng first touched his stomach, and then said with a disdainful face: "Hey, are you mistaken? That's not internal force, I'm hot here every day, and I've been like this since I was a child." ”

"What!" Sports looked at the mountain peak, thinking to himself, is this guy joking?" "It's hot, it seems to be a little tingling, but it's a little comfortable?"

"Yes, yes!" Shan Feng nodded vigorously, this felt too familiar to him, he had this feeling every day since he was a child, and unlike the sports that said that it was only hot in the abdomen, the mountain peak was hot all over the body.

"Sports, are you sick?" the feeling became even stronger every time Shanfeng bleededs. So he naturally thought with certainty that it was because he was sick that he was like this.

Sports shook his head, although he couldn't understand what was going on, but he was sure that it was the internal force. Because in the past few days and the practice of the mountain peak, this heat flow often flows because of his shots, such as when he comes out of the foot, the tiny heat flow flows towards the toes.

Sports clearly felt that his shot was stronger than before, and the heat had the urge to break out of his body several times.

Shanfeng looked at sports, looked at his feet from head to head, and wondered if he hadn't slept well recently, so he was just as sick as himself.

"Mountain, have you ever thought that if you can go down the mountain in the future, what are you going to do?" Looking at the stars in the sky, he suddenly remembered that he had been in Shaolin Temple for 8 years.

"Of course, it's a hoe to help the weak and save the common people!" Shan Feng replied without thinking about it, "Then I want to be a hero, and when I return to the village in a beautiful way, Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan will definitely be startled by me." Shanfeng's eyes shone brightly, and he seemed to have seen Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan's eyes of worship and admiration.

"But, have you ever wondered when we'll be able to go down the mountain?" Sport sighed, although he had a way to escape, he would not choose to run away. If he wanted to escape, when he found out the truth about the Shaolin Temple, he fled.

"Naturally, I have passed through the wooden alley! I went out from the main gate of the Shaolin Temple in a dignified manner!"

Sports sighed, knowing that it didn't make sense with this guy Shanfeng. Although the Shaolin Temple now stipulates that you must pay 5 million taels of silver before you can leave the temple, the rules of entering Muren Lane have not been abolished.

However, although Woodman Lane is not as terrifying as Xintian, no one wants to try it. Because even the senior brother of the Dharma Hall only broke into the fourth floor of Muren Alley, and other people couldn't even beat the senior brother, so naturally they wouldn't try. Xintian's old monster, no one wants to challenge it.

"Have you ever beaten a big brother?"

"I can't beat it!" In fact, Shanfeng once secretly challenged the senior brother who had just come out of the thatched house, and the senior brother only used one move to poke the mountain peak away. Fortunately, there were few people in the thatched house, and no one saw the big brother's shot, and the two of them were not punished.

"That's it, we can't beat Senior Brother, how can we go to Muren Alley. "Sport doesn't want to admit it, but it's a fact that can't be changed.

Shanfeng nodded, thinking of Guo Xiang and Wen Yuan's smiling faces, his heart was also sour.

I've been out for more than a year, I really don't know what happened to them? Guo Xiang's girl is running around every day, pulling Wen Yuan to play together?

Just when the two of them were in a daze, Sports noticed a dark shadow on the roof in the distance.

"Gymnastics, what's that!" Sports saw the black shadow moving, and if I read it right, it should be a person.

"Hey, is there anyone who hasn't slept like us at this late hour?" Shan Feng looked up and saw that the dark shadow was moving towards the backyard.

"That's not right, the position in the backyard is the Scripture Pavilion, who is going to go there so late." The most important thing is that he can't walk, why should he go to the roof?" As soon as the sports finished speaking, the two people looked at each other, and they both had the same idea in their hearts.

"Intruder!"

"Let's go. Sports immediately chased towards the black shadow, although the Shaolin Temple has become like this now, but the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is an important place in the Shaolin Temple, because it is the place where the four great scriptures are kept.

The mountain peaks immediately followed, and the blood boiled in my heart. There are too many stories of this kind of night assassin in Old Man Du's story, and when it is staged in front of him today, he is going to have a nosebleed with excitement.

The two of them cautiously chased towards the black shadow, and at this time, the usual role of carrying water came out, and the two of them jumped between the roofs, which seemed to be very easy.

Both of them were amazed in their hearts, this was the first time they had found that their light skills were actually presentable. At first, the two of them were afraid of being discovered by the black shadow, but then they let go of their courage to chase after them.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is located in the backyard of Shaolin Temple, backed by Shaolin Mountain, and the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is built according to the mountain, which is completely like being embedded in the mountain wall of Shaolin Mountain. There are no buildings twenty meters away from the Scripture Pavilion, only a few pine trees. This setting is to broaden the horizon and make it easier for the monks guarding the Scripture Pavilion to spot the intruder as soon as possible.

The shadow suddenly disappeared in the last building near the Scripture Pavilion, and Sports knew that he must have gotten off the roof. However, he actually went straight down to the roof, which was too bold. Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the warrior monks who are guarding it?

Suddenly, sports remembered something. The highest precept of Shaolin Temple is the martial precept, so is there still someone guarding the Golden Pavilion?

The answer is yes. No.

The two of them, Shanfeng and Sports, stood on the roof, watching the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in the distance be opened by a thin slit, and the black shadow had obviously entered.

"Sports, I remember that when I entered the temple, there seemed to be such a clause in the rules of the Shaolin Temple that you told me: Shaolin disciples are not allowed to enter the 10-meter perimeter of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion without the permission of the abbot, let alone trespass. Shan Feng looked at the Scripture Pavilion, and he felt that this weathered old building was really ugly.

"Well, you actually remember a good word, unlike you. However, don't we secretly break the martial arts ring every day?"

Shanfeng nodded vigorously and said, "So we're going in?"

"Do you still want to wake up the senior brothers?" Sports looked back at the mountain, his brow full of heartache. "There is no one to guard even the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, what did the Shaolin Temple lose?"

Shan Feng didn't know how to answer Sports, he only knew that he and Sports must be entering the Scripture Pavilion today. It's not a hunch, it's a feeling of taking it for granted.

"Let's go!" the two men jumped off the roof, walked towards the Scripture Pavilion, and finally disappeared into the gate.

Knowing that it was still shouting, the Shaolin Temple was still so quiet. And the giant structure of the Scripture Pavilion is like a giant monster, quietly staring into the darkness, waiting for the dawn to come.

Tonight, it is destined to be noisy.