This is clear that the old monk will enlighten the Bodhi leaf to Yang Yi, it is obviously a plan to move the disaster eastward, regardless of whether the enlightenment Bodhi leaf is owned by Fulong Temple, as long as Yang Yi takes it, this Fulong Temple will be one less disaster.

Although from the perspective of the old monk, the gift of this Bodhi leaf to Yang Yi is for the sake of the monks of Fulong Temple, but for Yang Yi, the old monk's approach is a bit of a revenge.

At this time, Yang Yi had already determined that the reason why this group of masked people attacked Fulong Temple today must have a great deal to do with this Enlightenment Bodhi Leaf.

Since the old monk wanted to let him take care of this matter, Yang Yi gave him a problem, so he said that he wanted to see the secret martial arts of Fulong Temple.

After Yang Yi said this, the monk immediately knew that his plan was seen by Yang Yi, and he wanted to be rewarded.

Who of the sons of the Grand Master dares to fool?

Seeing Yang Yi's murderous eyes, the monk couldn't help but feel uneasy in his heart, for fear that Yang Yi's murderous heart would move violently and draw his sword, and then he and the others would be dead.

At that moment, he didn't dare to slack off, and respectfully led Yang Yi into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Entering the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Yang Yi's eyes showed murderous aura and smiled, "How dare you bother the master to lead the way himself?"

He bowed and put his body together, and said with a wry smile: "Amitabha, the old monk is just Meng Lang, if you don't personally lead the way this time, how can you show such sincerity? The ancestor of the temple is also one of the four disciples of the world, even if he is not as good as today's Yang Taishi, but throughout the ancient and modern times, there are not many people who can surpass him. ”

Without waiting for Yang Yi to speak, he said again: "There are two novices in the temple downstairs waiting for the orders of the third prince, if there is anything, just order the two of them!" After saying a few words, he bowed and retreated, leaving the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Yang Yi stood among them, looked around, and found that the bookcases in this scripture pavilion were lined up, many ancient books and solitary books were displayed in them, the bookcases were large and small, and the large bookcases were all Buddhist scriptures and teachings, Buddhist scriptures, and the small bookcases were martial arts classics and secret exercises.

Yang Yi walked in front of the bookcases, glanced at the names of the various classics in the bookcases, and corresponded to the Buddhist exercises in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at home, and found that many martial arts classics and Buddhist scriptures in the Fulong Temple had already been collected in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at home.

Yang Yi's heart jumped suddenly, "Has my father ever been here before? Why is it that the bookcase furnishings and scripture displays here are the same as the layout of the Buddhist exercises in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at my home?"

The scripture pavilion of the Taishi Mansion is divided into Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, Demons, soldiers, doctors, Yin and Yang families, calligraphers and painters, and each exercise even its sect doctrine classics are occupied by a separate attic.

Yang Yi has entered the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion many times to check the classics, and has also read the Buddhist exercises a few times, at this time to see the layout of the scriptures in the Fulong Temple, he felt very familiar, and his mind turned, and suddenly thought of a scripture exhibition room with "Mizhou Buddhism" written in his own Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which is exactly the same as the layout in the Fulong Temple!

At this time, if it was said that Yang Shenxing had not come to this Fulong Temple, or that the Buddhist gate in his own scripture pavilion had nothing to do with this Fulong Temple, he would not believe it if he killed Yang Yi.

Standing in the Scripture Pavilion for a while, Yang Yi calmed down and continued to walk around the room. He remembered that in the attic of the Mizhou Buddhist classics at home, one of the small bookcases was empty, with the words "Fulongshu, Lack" written on them, and he didn't know if there was this small bookcase here.

After walking a few steps, according to the layout in his memory, Yang Yi turned around, and a small bookcase appeared in front of him.

At this time, Yang Yi no longer had any doubts, "My father must have been here! Not only has he been here, but he has also copied all the scriptures in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of this Fulong Temple into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in the Taishi Mansion!"

Yang Yi walked to the small bookcase and picked up the scroll in it, "I don't know why Dad didn't put this Fulong Technique in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in the Mansion?

This scroll is cold and heavy, it is by no means the same as an ordinary scroll, almost a hundred catties up and down, at this time, a cold air from the scroll all the way up Yang Yi's palm, and in an instant it has reached Yang Yi's shoulder, which is extremely fast.

Yang Yi was shocked, and the family heirloom method worked hard to resist the cold.

"This scroll is weird!"

Yang Yi Gongyun's whole body, after thinking about it, changed the Confucian heart method to the Jiuyang heart method, and the yang energy filled the body, containing but not revealing, and only then did he feel much more comfortable.

"The material of this scroll is very strange!"

Yang Yi was curious, and immediately held the scroll in his hand, and did not look at the road, but just walked a few steps with his memory, and a window appeared in front of him, and under the window was a small table. Yang Yi pulled out the chair under the table and found that even the shape of the chair was the same as that in the Taishi's Mansion.

Yang Yi put the scroll on the table, and with a "bang", the table shook suddenly, and it was pressed by the scroll to make a squeaky sound, as if it was about to fall apart.

Sitting in front of his desk, Yang Yi slowly unfolded the scroll.

What catches your eye is a painting.

In front of the old monk, there is a yellow dragon in the middle of the river showing half of its body, opening its teeth and dancing claws and twisting, and at its neck, the palm of the old monk is grasping there.

After a few glances, Yang Yi found that the old monk and the yellow dragon on the scroll seemed to come to life, and the surging river on the picture suddenly flowed, and the sound of the river slapping into the air seemed to be faintly audible.

A static pattern instantly becomes a moving picture.

Yang Yi was immersed in the picture.

The waves on the river are urgent, the wind is strong, the dark clouds are rolling, at this moment there is an old monk in a wide robe and long sleeves stepping on the waves, the big sleeves are fluttering, running in the wind.

A yellow dragon burst out of the river, the dragon roared and shook the sky, and the body swung wildly, grabbing the old monk.

"Moo!"

The six-character mantra mantra was shouted out by the old monk, and the yellow dragon's body trembled, and he actually stood in the air, but then broke free from the influence of the curse, his body swam in the air, the dragon's claws grabbed in front of him, and he opened his mouth to bite the old monk.

"Om!"

Another spell of the old monk was shouted out by the old monk, the yellow dragon's body trembled again, the dragon's whiskers fluttered, the dragon's eyes opened angrily, the dragon's roar started, and the waves were more urgent.

The dark clouds in the river and sky rolled, the lightning and thunder, the yellow dragon roared, the hidden and the thunder corresponded, the turbid waves slapped into the air and the dark clouds in the air, and a thunder pillar fell from the sky and hit the old monk directly.

This dragon can actually sense the thunder in the air and manipulate the thunder to attack the old monk.

"Om!"

"Well!"

"What!"

"Horn!"

"Mi!"

"Moo!"

The six-character mantra was shouted out by the old monk in turn, the river was choppy, the dark clouds in the air, the lightning split, and the yellow dragon of the river was still at the same time.

After the six-character mantra was shouted out by this old monk, it was terrifying.

The old monk began to shoot!

Just stretched out his hand to grab, the Yellow Dragon more than ten zhang away was caught by him under the neck of the reverse scales, after catching the Yellow Dragon, the old monk stepped out of the river, but it was almost to the river, the lightning that stood in the air was split down, and the still waves began to recover the state of surging.

The old monk stood in the middle of the river, and the yellow dragon struggled and turned over in his hands, but it was only in vain, and slowly stopped struggling, and the dragon's head was in the river at three points in a row, in order to show taming.

The old monk smiled on his face, patted Huang Long's head with his palm, and then turned around and "looked" at Yang Yi deeply!

At this glance, a thought had followed his gaze into the depths of Yang Yi's heart.

Yang Yi woke up suddenly!(To be continued.) )