Night came quickly.

It was like a pitch-black iron curtain shrouded the sky over the entire Shaomuro Mountain, filled with an invisible depressing atmosphere.

Zhang Yuan thought about it for a long time in the room, but he still couldn't stay idle.

"No, let's go over and take a look, most of them are talking about me, maybe they are brewing some conspiracy, and maybe the black-clothed monk from yesterday will continue to appear. ”

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed.

He felt that it was a waste of time to stay in his room.

At this time, you can't learn the palm of the gods, you can't rub the merit value, and you can't ask someone about the Demon Buddha imprint.

Always find something to do!

Well, most of them have Diao people who want to harm me.

Zhang Yuan turned off the lights, took out the mask in his arms, put it on his head, and then closed the door and swept towards the distance lightly.

His aura was perfectly hidden, as if it had completely melted into the darkness, striving for the most perfect degree.

You have to be cautious, this is the depths of Shaolin.

Maybe there was some mysterious old monk watching him in the dark.

Zhang Yuan used his internal strength, passing through lightly, urging his spiritual sense to the maximum, and his ears could clearly hear any movement within a radius of fifteen miles.

The sound of the bowl clattering and the hazy sound of chanting continued to reach his ears.

There are also a lot of strong winds breaking through the air, whirring.

Apparently they are all Shaolin monks.

Some are doing evening classes, and some are practicing martial arts.

All kinds of sounds come to the brain, almost as if you were seeing it with your own eyes.

But what puzzled him was that he couldn't hear the voice of the Chang family.

None of them seemed to make a sound.

According to the little novices, they lived six or seven miles away from them, and their ears could definitely hear their conversation clearly.

But now there is no movement at all?

"Could it be that I'm thinking too much? I really have [victim paranoia]?"

Zhang Yuan was suspicious.

But we're already halfway there, so we can't go back in vain.

Why don't you go and hang out and sit on their roof for a while?

Zhang Yuan quickly convinced himself and flashed in the darkness.

There were not many guest rooms in the West Wing, and it was not difficult for him to find the foothold of that group of Chang family disciples.

As he flew close to the past.

In a closed room, candles flickered.

Chang Tian, the head of the ten geniuses of the Chang family, had a blank face in front of him, holding a brush in his hand, slowly swiping on it, and writing a line of handwriting.

[The Shaolin monks have all gone to participate in the sealing, there should be no one in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion first, and help my Chang family find the lost magic magic method]

Across from him.

The little demon god, the gray-clothed youth, the yellow-robed youth, and the ghost-pupiled youth all stood quietly, their eyes swept over the white paper in front of him, and in front of each of them, there was also a blank piece of paper and a pen.

This is something they had already discussed.

After entering Shaolin, any important things must not be passed on by word of mouth, and must be written with a pen.

There are many monks in Shaolin, and there are many people with amazing spiritual sense.

Anything that is said is likely to be heard.

The best way to do this is to write with a pen.

Even if someone is proficient in Tianyantong, but when the door is closed, the other party can't see it.

The eye of the sky is clear, and it does not mean that it can see through.

Now.

The little demon god, the gray-clothed boy and the others glanced at each other.

The yellow-robed young man grabbed the pen and quickly wrote a line of words on the white paper in front of him.

[Okay, act now, except for you, everyone else will stay]

Chang Tian and a group of Chang family disciples around him all stared.

Subsequently, the second, third, and sixth elders of the Chang family all had a trace of anger in their eyes and looked at the three people opposite.

The second child of the Chang family grabbed the pen and wrote quickly.

[Are you worried that our strength is not enough? We are all grandmaster-level powerhouses, comparable to the ground list, not weaker than any of you. 】

The yellow-robed young man's face was cold, unmoved, and continued to write.

[Now when there is no will, there are many Shaolin masters, and the fewer people, the less they will be exposed]

The second child of the Chang family looked annoyed and continued to write.

[Why did you go to so many people?]

[We take what we need, what we want is useless to you, what you want is useless to us, our means are far beyond your imagination]

The yellow-robed young man wrote calmly.

The second child of the Chang family was even more angry and wanted to continue writing, but Chang Tian stopped him directly, waved his hand, and wrote a line.

[Okay, I'll go with the three of you, and Chilongzi will stay]

The yellow-robed young man nodded slightly.

Each side puts the barrel down.

Then he put his palm on the paper, and with a strong urge, all the pages of the paper turned into ashes silently and completely dissipated.

"It's getting late, go to bed. ”

The gray-clothed young man said calmly.

"Sleep, there's something to do tomorrow morning. ”

The little demon god said the same.

They took the black cloth from their bosoms and covered their faces.

"I don't know that Shaolin's seal can be stable, this time my Chang family came with sincerity, if Shaolin needs, my Chang family is willing to pour out blood, but also to help Shaolin solve their worries. ”

Chang Tian opened his mouth and said, also took out the black cloth and covered his face.

"Big brother is useless to worry, there are many Shaolin monks, and it should be fine. ”

The second eldest of the Chang family said.

"I can only hope so. ”

Chang Tian sighed.

The words fell, and the figures of the four quietly came out of the window, hiding their breath, like four strange black fogs, disappearing into the distance.

"Shaolin is ten thousand years old, it will not disappoint us, big brother, let's rest early." ”

The second child of the Chang family closed the window and spoke.

The room was silent again.

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Three or four miles away.

Zhang Yuan was looking from roof to roof, and he hadn't heard any movement all the time, but at this time, the voice of talking suddenly sounded, and he could hear it clearly, about three miles away from him.

He looked over, his eyes flashing.

"Are they going to sleep? Is it really that I am thinking too much? But why do they suddenly say that, and it sounds like a group of people in a room?"

"What are they doing in the house? Drinking tea? Drinking tea should also talk? Why didn't there be any movement before?"

"No, seriously not. ”

"It can't be said on purpose, is it?"

Zhang Yuan's mind turned rapidly.

It's not normal to look at it.

There was no sound at all before, but now there were several different voices at once.

It's obviously a group of people in the same room.

When I speak now, it is very likely that I want to deliberately deceive someone.

Call!

Zhang Yuan hid his breath and quickly swept over.

What are you doing? Just take a look.

The distance of three miles was there in the blink of an eye for him.

According to the source of the sound as previously judged, the body fell lightly on one of the brightly lit rooms.

His feet fell, and there was not the slightest movement.

It's even lighter than a feather.

After Zhang Yuan fell, he immediately eavesdropped.

Again, the situation has become weird.

As before, there was no sound at all.

No!

There is also a little breathing sound, deep and continuous, and it is almost impossible to hear if you don't listen carefully.

This is a respiratory sign exclusive to a grandmaster-level powerhouse.

"Sure enough, there are cats, so many people are nested in one room, without saying a word, there are definitely ghosts. ”

He could tell at once, there were at least four grandmaster-level masters.

There are two other who are ordinary second-order Dacheng masters.

Zhang Yuan wrapped a tile with true qi, slowly moved it away, looked downward, and soon, his eyes narrowed.

Those reincarnated immortals are not there!

The strongest young man in the Chang family is not there!

Where did they go?

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