Lin Yu hoarsely snorted, put one hand in his neck, and threatened viciously: "Don't make a sound, if you dare to scream loudly, Lao Tzu will pinch you to death." ”

"Woo," the monk nodded vigorously with a look of fear on his face.

"I'll ask you a few questions now, and you'll be fine if you answer honestly, otherwise," Lin Yu threatened, and the hand that was placed on his neck tightened again.

"Woo," nodded again.

Lin Yu unlocked his dumb hole at this time, and asked in a low voice, "Who else is there besides you in this Hidden Scripture Pavilion?"

"There is only one little monk,"

The monk was probably frightened and couldn't even finish speaking, Lin Yu shook his head, and continued to ask, "Then do you know where the Yijin Sutra is hidden?"

"The little monk doesn't know. ”

Hearing this, Lin Yu almost wanted to slap the monk to death with one palm.

When the monk saw Lin Yu stretching out his hand, he was so frightened that he shouted: "The little monk knows that all the martial arts cheats are on the second floor, don't kill me."

Hearing this, Lin Yu stretched out his hand a little and fainted him, and in order to avoid accidents, he clicked on him a few more times, making sure that he couldn't wake up until dawn, and then turned around and walked to the second floor.

The entire second floor was full of bookshelves, and there were countless books on them, but the black light was blinding, even in the moonlight, Lin Yu could hardly read the small words on it. Just when Lin Yu was at a loss, he suddenly remembered that the backpack he brought when he went to Tianlong World before, there was a flashlight there, and this backpack had been placed in it since Lin Yu knew about the ring space.

As soon as his mind moved, Lin Yu took out the flashlight from the ring, and tore off a piece of the corner of his clothes to cover the flashlight, so that the light from the flashlight would not be too obvious, so as not to be discovered by others. With the light of the flashlight, Lin Yu began to look for them one by one.

"Luohan Boxing, not this one"

"Chiba Palm", it's not this either"

""King Kong Palm", this is good, keep it. ”

On the way to rummage through the "Yijin Sutra", Lin Yu also took a lot of martial arts that felt good, such as "Mighty King Kong Palm", "Pranya Palm", "Flower Finger", "Golden Bell Jar" or something, these kung fu can be put in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it must not be bad, even if Lin Yu himself doesn't need it at that time, he can still take it and give it away. Thinking of this, Lin Yu even accelerated the speed of collection.

Until Lin Yu finished turning over all the twenty or so bookshelves on the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, he still didn't see the shadow of the "Yijin Sutra", but there were a lot of books in the ring space. Looking at the bookshelves that were empty, Lin Yu smiled evilly, imagining that when the people from Shaolin Temple found out the next day, the wonderful expression on his face must be very interesting.

Seeing that it was already ugly at this time, and it was not too early before dawn, thinking that he still hadn't seen the "Yijin Sutra", Lin Yu was also a little anxious, and he couldn't wait to demolish this scripture pavilion.

By the way, Lin Yu suddenly thought of something in his mind, and hurriedly jumped to the top of the Scripture Pavilion and looked at this two-story small building. This scripture pavilion is estimated to be ten meters high, but the height of the first and second floors is only eight or nine meters together, so where is the remaining one meter?

Thinking of this, Lin Yu began to try to fumble with the bricks and tiles of the roof. After some searching, Lin Yu found one of the tiles, which seemed to be a little different.

Gently rubbed the tile with his foot, and found that there seemed to be an empty feeling underneath, Lin Yu hurriedly squatted down and carefully uncovered it with his hands, sure enough, there was a small hole of about a foot at the bottom, the small hole was oval, and it was obviously artificially excavated.

Putting his hand into the small hole, Lin Yu groped carefully. Feeling that his fingers touched a cold hard object, Lin Yu used all his strength to pull it out, and with the help of a flashlight, Lin Yu saw its appearance clearly, it was a sealed sandalwood box.

With excitement, Lin Yu opened the box, and inside was a small oilcloth bag, which looked like it was no more than the size of a book. When I opened the packet, there was a somewhat yellowed booklet with three "Yijin Sutras" written on it.

After seeing this Yijin Sutra, Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief. Putting the "Yi Jin Sutra" into the ring, Lin Yu wanted to leave.

Before leaving, Lin Yu saw the box that had been opened, thought about it, took out a secret book from the ring at random, and then wrapped it into the box with a wicked smile, and then stuffed the box into it as it was, and covered the tiles.

Seeing that everything was similar to what he had seen before, Lin Yu took Ling Bo's micro-steps, and the whole person was like a phantom, and quickly left the Shaolin Temple

Early in the morning, a disciple who got up early came to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion and found the disciple who had been stunned by Lin Yu, and hurriedly shouted "not good", turned around and ran to report Master Fang Zheng.

When Master Fang Zheng heard this, the whole person seemed to be burned by fire, and rushed to the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

"Ahh

The rest of the disciples who were left behind by Fang Zheng, and before they could go upstairs, they heard a miserable scream from upstairs, and a group of people hurriedly climbed up to the second floor and saw Fang Zheng who had fainted on the ground, as well as the empty bookshelf.

Everyone helped Master Fang Zheng up, and seeing that Fang Zheng still hadn't woken up, an older monk gritted his teeth and pressed heavily on Fang Zheng's people. Master Fang Zheng woke up slowly, and said sadly: "It's over, it's all over, the secret book of the Scripture Pavilion has been looted." (Lin Yu: Don't talk nonsense, don't you still have a few copies, I can't look at those copies.) ）

"Abbot, the important thing now is to see if there are any other losses. ”

"Abbot, hurry up and give the order and send someone to arrest the thief. ”

"Abbot, maybe this thief is still in the temple, so it's better to search first. ”

The disciples said in a gossipy manner, and Fang Zheng woke up like a dream, and said again and again: "Yes, yes, you go and find the thief, and I'll go see if there are any other things missing." ”

"It's bad, I almost forgot the Yijin Sutra," Fang Zheng patted his bald head and shouted.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng hurried to the roof, trembling his hands, and untied the tile. Stretching his hand into the cave and groping for a while, he felt that there seemed to be something inside, and Fang Zheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's okay, other scriptures can find copies, but this "Yijin Sutra" can't be lost, fortunately, the thief didn't expect that the Yijin Sutra would be hidden here." ”

Carefully took out the box, Fang Zheng opened it, and when he saw that it was not "Yijin Jing" but a "Luohan Boxing", "poof", suddenly a mouthful of old blood spurted out, his eyes were black, and he fell on the roof of the building

A few days later, inside an inn in Luoyang City.

"Hey, did you hear that?" several people sat together, one of them looking at the others mysteriously and whispering.

"What did you hear?" asked the other curiously.

"I heard that the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion was stolen!"

"What, who is so bold?"

"I don't know, but it is said that this person not only ransacked the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, but also stole the treasure of Shaolin Temple, the Yijin Sutra. ”

"Then Shaolin can't be mad?"

"That's right, Shaolin Abbot, Master Fang Zheng was so angry that he vomited blood on the spot,"

Lin Yu, who was eating on the side, heard the news, and couldn't help but mourn in silence for three seconds, without the consciousness of the culprit at all.

In the past few days, Lin Yu has been in Luoyang City, deliberately creating an alibi. And the news of the theft of the Shaolin Temple Scripture Pavilion has also spread in the past few days, and I have to sigh that the level of gossip of people in the rivers and lakes is no less than that of the modern paparazzi.

And the most important thing is that the Shaolin Temple actually issued a notice that if someone catches the thief, in addition to the "Yijin Sutra", Shaolin is willing to use any stunt as a reward. It's just that they never thought that the person they wanted to arrest was wandering leisurely in this Luoyang City.

As for the treasure of the Shaolin Temple, "Yi Jin Sutra", Lin Yu also tried to practice a few times in the past few days, the Yi Jin Sutra is really worthy of the name of Yi Jin, at this time Lin Yu's meridians have become more tenacious and thick, and the internal force is also much purer, but unfortunately, Lin Yu still did not use the power of this I Ching to wash the marrow and break through to the innate realm. However, in this innate gate, Lin Yu has already stepped forward with half a foot, that is to say, his current cultivation can be regarded as a half-step congenital.

Lin Yu has already achieved the two purposes of this trip, and by the way, he also hooked up with Ren Yingying, the Holy Aunt of the Demon Sect, and now it is time to return to Huashan.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu suddenly thought of the two people waiting for him on Mount Hua. Thinking that he had promised Ren Yingying to marry her, Lin Yu suddenly began to have a headache, and he didn't know what Yue Lingshan and Qu Feiyan's expressions would be when they knew the news

At the same time, Songshan Taimur Mountain, Songshan is stationed in the field.

A group of people were waiting in front of a secret room, among which were Fei Bin, Ding Mian, and Le Hou. At this time, Ding Mian seemed to be a little anxious and said, "Why hasn't Senior Brother come out yet?"

"Don't worry, it should be soon," one of the men said slowly, slowly opening his eyes and comforting him.

"Boom,"

At this moment, the door of the secret room slowly opened, and a man came out, this man looked to be in his forties, dressed in a pale white and gold-inlaid robe, with a hint of domineering between his eyebrows, and walked with a tigerish style, it was Zuo Lengchan, the head of the Songshan faction.

"Senior brother, you're out of the customs. ”

"Boss. ”

When everyone saw Zuo Lengchan come out, they all stepped forward to greet him. Fei Bin and Zuo Lengchan had the best relationship, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked curiously: "Master, this time you are out of the customs, is it the 'cold ice true qi' that has become a big achievement?"

"Well, now there is no one in these five mountains who is my opponent," Zuo Lengchan replied quite proudly, looking at everyone here, he asked a little strangely: "What, has anything happened in the rivers and lakes recently?"