"Ah, an outsider has come to break into the Scripture Pavilion?"

Hearing this, Shen Ning'er immediately stood up from the futon and ran to the window.

"Huh, what about people??"

Shen Ning'er opened her eyes and looked out the window.

However, at this moment, there was still a figure on the roof of the Scripture Pavilion.

Ning Xiaotang said: "The person has already entered. ”

Shen Ning'er said: "I went in so quickly." ”

She regretted it.

However, Shen Ning'er knew that the person would come out again sooner or later.

So, she continued to stand by the window, her beautiful eyes flashing, looking at the three-story pavilion not far away.

Shen Ning'er said: "That person broke into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, presumably to steal the martial arts of the Hanging Temple. Xiaotang, do you think he can succeed?"

Ning Xiaotang said: "It's hard to say. However, the man did a good job. ”

Although he was just looking at the figure from a distance just now, Ning Xiaotang could see that that person's light skills had reached the realm of supernatural powers.

As for whether the other party could successfully steal the martial arts of the Hanging Temple, he couldn't judge.

After all, the Hanging Temple is a top martial arts sect that has been inherited for thousands of years, and its heritage can be described as unfathomable.

Especially in a place like the Scripture Pavilion, Ning Xiaotang didn't believe that there would be no masters guarding it.

But when he recalled that person's light skills, Ning Xiaotang was not sure whether the high monks of the Hanging Temple who were guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion could really keep the martial arts mastery inside.

Because of that person's light skills, I am afraid that he is even more powerful than ordinary innate realm masters.

Thinking of this, Ning Xiaotang couldn't help but feel a little curious about the identity of that person.

Who could that man be?

......

The Hanging Temple Tibetan Scripture Pavilion has a total of three floors.

On each floor, there are rows and rows of bookshelves.

There are thousands of books on the shelves.

Among them, there are ordinary Buddhist scriptures, quotations from the predecessors of the monks, and various martial arts secrets accumulated in the Hanging Temple for thousands of years.

The most precious books are placed on the third floor.

There is no moon tonight.

But there was wind.

The wind leaked in through the crack in the edge of the window, making a low "woo~~" sound.

In the dimly lit attic, there was a candle, the only candle.

The candle flame was blown by the wind and kept swaying.

Three feet away from the candlelight, there was a man.

It was an old monk.

The old monk sat cross-legged on the futon, wearing a robe.

He looked very old, eighty or ninety years old, at least.

His face was wrinkled and his eyes were closed.

His eyebrows were sparse, leaving only a few white hairs.

He was like a candle in the wind, seemingly ready to go out at any moment.

But his breath was very steady.

Steady until the duration of each breath is exactly the same, no more, no less, just right.

His breath was deep and powerful, and it seemed to be in his steady breath for a long time.

At some point, a dark shadow appeared in the room.

No one knows how he ended up there, but he just came.

The black shadow was dressed in black and wore a smile mask on his face.

On the mask, there are two holes.

It was two eyeholes, showing two eyes.

Those two eyes stared at the old monk not far away,

He looked at it for a while, and then his figure flashed, and suddenly appeared in front of the old monk.

He is only one foot away from the old monk!

However, the old monk still kept his eyes closed, as if he had not been noticed at all.

In fact, the old monk really didn't notice him.

Because at this time, he is like a shadow, a real shadow.

The candles flickered, and there were shadows everywhere in the house.

The shadow of the bookshelf, the shadow of the old monk, the shadow of the beams......

Because there are shadows everywhere, how can you find another shadow when suddenly there is one?

The old monk's martial arts are very high.

Because he is one of the four great monks of the Hanging Temple, the dust monk.

However, even the Dust God Monk was still unaware of the black shadow man in front of him.

So, the Shadow Man laughed.

Although he kept smiling on his face, it was a mask after all.

And this time, he was genuinely smiling.

He grinned, letting out a silent sneer.

His figure suddenly moved away from the old monk and began to move in front of the rows of bookshelves.

He's looking for books.

He doesn't want Buddhist scriptures, he doesn't want those monks' experiences, and he doesn't want ordinary martial arts cheats.

What he wants is the peerless martial arts secret book of the Hanging Temple, and this technique also needs to be famous in the rivers and lakes.

Otherwise, if he stole a skill that no one knew about in the rivers and lakes, even if it was a peerless divine skill, so what?

If no one knows, it means that you can't be famous.

can't be famous, so why bother to make this trip?

Only by stealing those peerless martial arts of the Hanging Temple that are famous in the rivers and lakes, and then stealing them under the noses of the four great monks of the Hanging Temple, can it be considered perfect.

Only when such perfect deeds are spread to the rivers and lakes can they meet the name of "thief saint".

So, what about the book he was looking for?

He quickly found one, such as a secret book called "Prajna Palm".

Then, he saw a second one, which was called "Fingers of the Flowers".

Then, the third book is called "Mighty Vajra Fist", the fourth is called "Maha Finger", and the fifth book is called "The Robe and the Demon Gong".

Each book is thick, at least as thick as a palm.

Therefore, holding the five masteries in his arms can be described as a lot of high.

He had heard of these five peerless magic skill cheats, all of which were martial arts among the twelve magic skills of the Hanging Temple.

Of the twelve magic skills, five are already in hand, and it can almost be said that half of them have been started.

He looked at the peerless cheats piled high in his arms, and thought to himself, it was almost the same.

If he had taken one more copy, it would have been taller than his head.

He still has to hurry, but he can't let the cheats block his eyes.

It never occurred to him to wrap the cheats in a package.

Because he feels that holding it directly with both hands is more practical and more fulfilling.

Whoever packs something with a baggage, that's a thief.

He's a thief!

If he wants to steal, he must hold it generously in his hand and hold it in his arms.

It's time to go, he thought to himself.

But before leaving, he suddenly looked at the beams.

In the next moment, he appeared on the beam.

I saw that there was also an old monk here.

The old monk's eyes were closed, and he sat down on his knees.

He also didn't notice that in front of him, there was the thief saint standing in front of him, and the thief saint was still holding five thick secret books of the Hanging Temple in his arms.

The Thief smiled.

He let out a silent sneer again.

Then, his figure disappeared.

He appeared on the second floor, and there was also an old monk on the second floor.

He stood in front of the old monk, and the old monk was also unaware.

The Thief Saint smiled again, and the figure gradually dissipated.

He came to the first floor.

There is also an old monk on the first floor.

This is the last of the four great monks of the Hanging Temple, and he still hasn't found the thief in front of him.

The thief looked at the old monk in front of him, and really wanted to hit him his bald head.

He came to them, and none of the four great monks of the Hanging Temple discovered his existence.

It seems that after three years, I have improved by leaps and bounds, and I am very different.

The gap between the four great monks and themselves is clear at a glance.

The Thief left the Scripture Pavilion and appeared outside.

Alas, it's so lonely as snow.

He thought to himself.

However, what the thief didn't expect at all was that at this time, there were two pairs of eyes looking at him for a moment.

And he didn't notice it. ()

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