At this moment, Master Zhikong has been quietly participating in meditation, the Buddhist beads in his hand are slowly turning, the lights are bright, and the candles are neatly lit in rows, so that the scripture pavilion is as bright as day.

About three feet away from the abbot of Zhikong, Master Zhiming was sitting cross-legged on his knees, closing his eyes and pranayama, and the eighteen arhats behind him who were sitting in a row of six people were also concentrating on pranayama.

Outside the Scripture Pavilion, there are twenty-four monks on night duty, standing in five steps and one post to prevent outsiders from disturbing them.

When Guo Huan, the hero of Jiangnan, rushed to the outside of Shaomu Mountain, the moonlit night wind was high and the stars were shining, and he tied his horse under a tree and flew up to the roof by himself. Seeing that the Shaolin temple was unusually quiet, only a few monks patrolled by.

Guo Huanfei fell into the courtyard and covered his face with the black cloth he carried with him, groping carefully, and suddenly saw a little novice talking in front of him passing Guo Huan and hurriedly dodging behind the big column, only to hear a young novice say: "Senior Brother Huiyuan, the abbot is in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to preside over the precepts and detoxify the eighteen Arhats, and tonight we will send the vegetarian points over." ”

The monk named Huiyuan next to him said: "Senior Brother Huizhi, you and I are content, it is a great honor to have the opportunity to serve the abbot." Don't say so much, be careful that the tea is spilled, and send it quickly!"

Hui Zhi Xiao Shami said "oh", and then stopped talking and obediently went with the lantern.

Guo Huan heard it clearly behind the big pillar, and he didn't know where to track it down, so he heard the conversation between the two and quietly followed behind the two little monks.

After seven turns and eight turns, he finally came to a heavily guarded attic, Guo Huan looked at it and saw clearly the three words on the plaque under the illumination of the lights, "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion", and the monk on duty saw that the two took a snack and checked it a little and let the two enter.

Guo Huan looked at the roof of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion on the fly, above the room that the little monk entered, Guo Huan gently uncovered a piece of tiles, leaned over and looked down, and the one who did not move in the middle was the abbot of Zhikong.

After the two little monks brought in the vegetarian tea, Huiyuan said, "Please ask the abbot to eat some tea and vegetarian water." ”

Master Zhikong opened his eyes and said, "You guys stand down." ”

The two little monks responded: "Yes! ”

Zhikong was not in a hurry to eat and drink, but looked at the Zhiming junior brother and the eighteen arhats who were pranayama.

Guo Huan secretly thought: Shaolin Temple's martial arts are really broad and profound, if you show up to borrow the Yijin Sutra is a secret that Shaolin does not pass on, then you can't borrow your own face and can't get by. The important thing is that if you can successfully get the treasure cheats of Shaolin Temple, then you must be very good at your martial arts cultivation, so let's steal it...

No matter how powerful the eighteen Arhats are, there will always be a time for flesh and blood to rest and recuperate, and no matter how hard the abbot of Zhikong is, he will definitely go to the time of small relief, and then sneak into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to steal the scriptures and immediately flash people.

After making up his mind, Guo Huan quietly waited for the opportunity.

As he expected, after a while, Zhikong said, "Senior Brother Zhiming, you can rest for a while and eat refreshments before pranayama tomorrow." ”

Zhiming opened his eyes and said, "Let the abbot protect the Dharma for us, the senior brother is really ashamed." ”

Abbot Zhikong said: "Senior Brother Zhiming, don't be worldly, you and I are both Buddhist cultivators, so why bother." ”

Zhiming said: "What the abbot said is very true. ”

After about a cup of tea, Master Zhiming and the eighteen Arhats left the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and went back to rest, but Abbot Zhikong stayed for nearly four watches before getting up and leaving.

There was darkness in the Scripture Pavilion, and all the candles were swept away with the power of the palm when the abbot of Zhikong left.

Guo Huan saw on the roof that the abbot of Zhikong had already gone away, and it was estimated that when the time was right, he would remove a few tiles and allow one person to go down. By the light of the lantern outside the house, Guo Huan began to rummage through the Yijin Sutra, and after a mess and still no result, he suddenly heard an old voice behind him say: "Your Excellency is looking for the Yijin Sutra created by the ancestor of Dharma in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of this temple late at night." ”

Guo Huan was frightened and hurriedly got up and raised his breath in his hand, so that he could fight at any time.

As the other party finished speaking, a fire fold was lit by him.

Guo Huan saw through the firelight that it was the abbot of Zhikong, holding the Yijin Sutra he was looking for. He was secretly shocked in his heart: the abbot's martial arts were so powerful that he couldn't sense it with his hearing, but he was afraid that the little junior sister Lengyue Fairy couldn't compare to such terrifying light skills of the abbot of Zhikong.

The abbot of Zhikong held the Yijin Jing in his left hand and the fire fold in his right hand, only to see him throw out the fire fold, and a burst of palm force followed the front row of candles to light one by one, and when the last one was lit, the abbot of Zhikong also changed his palm power into a claw and moved the fire fold to another row of candles... In an instant, the room was brightly lit.

Guo Huan said secretly: "Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand" really lives up to its reputation.

Abbot Zhikong stared at Guo Huan with his eyes and said: "Your Excellency has been hiding on the roof for three hours, and your breathing is even, which shows that you have achieved internal strength. But what the old man doesn't know is that this Yijin Sutra was created by my Shaolin Dharma ancestor and is a secret that will not be passed on, and most of the scriptures are connected to the meridians and meridians, and there is no legendary magic skill, why do you want to steal it..."

Guo Huan was afraid to respond so as not to reveal his flaws, so he did not answer the abbot of reason.