"The Yijin Sutra has been stolen and replaced! I really haven't found out! Fortunately, the disciples reminded me!" Zen Master Huikong was surprised, and then led Leng Xiaoyun straight to the dark room of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The lights in the dark room were bright, and the various Shaolin classics were placed in an orderly manner, and Zen Master Huikong took out a book from the middle to read it carefully, only to read it once, and his face changed suddenly!

"Did you drop it somewhere?" Leng Xiaoyun hurriedly searched, and saw that a box was hidden in a secret place, so he took it out and rummaged through it, and accidentally dropped the box on the ground, and the letters were scattered all over the ground.

"Master, the apprentice is looking for Yi Jin, and he never wanted to turn over all this letter!" Leng Xiaoyun was full of apologies.

"That's it, it's not a secret, you're a Shaolin disciple now, just look at it!" said Zen Master Huikong.

Leng Xiaoyun looked inside, suddenly took out an object and said, "How could Jiang Baichuan's worship post be here? Could it be that he has also been to Shaolin Temple?"

"Yes, but that was ten years ago!" said Master Huikong.

"At that time, it should have been a situation where good and evil were not at odds!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

One day my dear friend, Prince Gong of the Imperial Court, wrote a letter to me and said that there was a person who would come to Shaolin to pay a visit in the near future, and I was skeptical; Shaolin tolerated the world, even if unknown people came to Shaolin to be treated with courtesy, so who would be here?

"I thought that he would come here to talk about martial arts affairs, so he chose this secret place! I never thought that he would come here to talk about some meditation and cultivation, and the things of the wind and snow; this makes me very puzzled, I am a monk of Shaolin Temple since childhood, how can I come to the wind and snow? At that time, we parted unhappily!" said Huikong Zen Master again.

Leng Xiaoyun had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he didn't want to say much, so he continued to listen, but he didn't know that there was no result after that, so he took out another letter and said: "This seems to be a letter written to you by the first seat of the Damo Academy, which says that a disciple of my Damo Academy disappeared out of thin air, and the search was unsuccessful!" I think that my Shaolin sect has always accepted a wide range of disciples, but everyone is inevitably uneven, the temple has strict precepts, and it is hard to practice martial arts; there must be people who cannot accept its precepts and refuse to say it clearly, so they flee from the mountain gate and secretly go down the mountain; there are also people who can't bear the hardships of martial arts practice, or who think that they have completed martial arts and run down the mountain secretly! Since they have already gone down the mountain, it is naturally difficult to find a trace, I think there should be such a thing every year, this kind of thing is not surprising; then why did the Dharma Academy write this letter to you, Master, to talk about it!"

"This person has a special background, and he can't come to my temple, because he often follows the first seat of the Dharma Academy, and the people in the temple named him Shadow! He came to Shaolin completely for a reason, and there is a reason for the old people, so I can't shirk it, and I also take strict care of him, and order him to follow the first seat of the Dharma Academy, but not to participate in other Shaolin affairs! I didn't think that he came a few days ago, and then disappeared, I was afraid that I would be sorry for the old man, so I searched everywhere, and finally found no results, I had to explain this matter to the old man! This happened many years ago, and I really forgot the specific date!" said Zen Master Huikong.

Leng Xiaoyun silently put away the letters, put them in the box, didn't ask any more questions, and went out with Zen Master Huikong.

Zen Master Huikong gave him the answer, but he didn't give him! He had to find a way to find the answer himself, so he said goodbye to Shaolin.

The autumn night is cool, neither like the revival of the spring night, nor like the destruction of the winter night, its coolness is to bring people a refreshing coolness after the storm, to give the living beings the last breath before the winter night comes.

The old monk of the Scripture Pavilion does not know that he has been in the Scripture Pavilion for several decades, in addition to being accompanied by this boundless collection of books, it is to watch the night, the stars are flourishing and shining in the deep night sky, there seem to be many secrets hidden in it, just waiting for you to observe carefully.

Suddenly, the strong wind flashed behind him, and the old monk turned sharply, and found that it was just the autumn wind, so he tightened his clothes, couldn't help but sigh the autumn coolness, and walked into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

A dagger flashed across his neck as if he had expected him to enter, and a man appeared in front of him.

"Leng Xiaoyun, aren't you already gone?" said the old monk.

"I'm leaving, but I've discovered a secret and I'm back!" Leng Xiaoyun said coldly.

"What secret!" the old monk asked urgently.

"Because I found out that you stole the Yi Jin Sutra!" Leng Xiaoyun said, his voice as if he had just come out of the ice cellar.

"The monks don't talk to each other! I have never stolen anything, let alone stolen the Yijin Sutra!" the old monk said hurriedly.

"Only you often go in and out of that secret room! And the Hidden Scripture Pavilion is heavily guarded, it is impossible for others to come in and steal at all! You must have taken advantage of Huikong Zen Master to borrow the Yijin Sutra and secretly dropped his bag!" Leng Xiaoyun said again.

"Nonsense!" said the old monk hurriedly.

"Huikong Zen Master is a person who practices the Yijin Sutra, and when he must practice, he borrows it every day, and what the Yijin Sutra looks like, how thick the book is, and what the size of the words are have all been deeply imprinted into his mind! And he has never found out that the Yijin Sutra has been stolen, obviously the person who copies it must be a person who is very familiar with the Yijin Sutra! I think it is you!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"Nonsense, you talk nonsense, he talks nonsense, you are all talking nonsense!" The old monk was in a hurry to say something, and talked nonsense.

"Ah, did someone tell a lie? If you tell it, I will help you analyze it so that I can clear your grievances and find the real culprit who stole the Yi Jin Sutra!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"I was in a hurry, nonsense!" said the old monk again.

"You are not talking nonsense, Hugh wants to ask me, first ask me about the sword in my hand!" After that, Leng Xiaoyun increased the strength of the sword by a few points, and a blood mark clearly appeared between the old monk's neck.

"It's okay if you kill me, but I'm a member of the Buddhist sect and I haven't spoken a word!" the old monk was not afraid.

"You grew up in Shaolin, right?" Leng Xiaoyun said after looking at the old monk for a long time.

"Yes, so what!" the old monk didn't know.

"That means that you have never entered the world!, I'll help you before you die, so that you can die without regrets!" Leng Xiaoyun said to push the old monk out of the Scripture Pavilion.

"No, I have been in Shaolin since I was a child, and I plan to become a monk for the rest of my life! You must not give me more karma out of thin air and ruin my reputation!" The old monk was in a hurry.

"You have been in Shaolin for many years, and your merits are full, but you are still looking for your family! I will send you to the Qinglou at that time, inform Zen Master Huikong, and ensure that you can fulfill your wish, marry a daughter-in-law and have children!"

"Leng Daxia, Leng Daxia, you can ask each other, and I will answer truthfully!

"Okay, seeing that you still have a relationship with Buddhism, I will spare you once, if you have half a lie, I will definitely let everyone in Shaolin know what kind of person you are!" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"Then you said that all of us are talking nonsense, is Zen Master Huikong also talking nonsense?" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"Exactly, in fact, the Yi Jin Jing has long been missing! It's been missing for about ten years!" the old monk said.

Leng Xiaoyun gasped and said, "Then why don't you Huikong Zen Master announce it, it seems that you are hiding it so much, and you still can't contain the fire in the paper!"

"That Yijin Sutra has disappeared since Jiang Baichuan, the master of the Holy Fire Hall, came here ten years ago! I was also in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at the time, and Jiang Baichuan left on the first day, and I inspected the dark room the next day and found that the Yijin Sutra had disappeared! I hurriedly reported this matter to Zen Master Huikong, who thought that he would make me quiet! As soon as I said it, our huge Shaolin Temple couldn't even keep this martial arts secret book, wouldn't that be ridiculed? Second, the Yijin Sutra is a martial arts mastery, and there are many people who covet it, and there are many people who fear this skill! If I say it, then Shaolin will not be able to be called a martial arts master!" the old monk said.

"This is simple! Zen Master Huikong has already learned the Yi Jin Sutra, so can he write a copy of this Yi Jin Sutra silently and put it on?" Leng Xiaoyun said.

"Hey, although Zen Master Huikong has excellent qualifications, this Yijin Sutra is too profound and difficult to understand, and he has only learned half of it, so he can't write it all down silently!" said the old monk.