The night came quietly in Murong Fu's waiting, and the crescent moon also slowly climbed up to the sky, and the faint moonlight covered the earth with a layer of silver veil, which looked extremely mysterious.

The night breeze blew, making a gentle rustling sound, and a slight movement was also heard outside the lonely Xinyang City, a black shadow, under the cover of the night, seemed to be nothing, if it was returned, it disappeared in the infinite tranquility in a few breaths.

With Murong Fu's light skills, and Xinyang City is not far from the Shaolin faction, a few hours later, his figure appeared not far from the foot of Shaolin Mountain, and with a sweep of his eyes, Murong Fu found that most of the monks who were originally patrolling here have been removed, and there are only a few people left.

Murong Fu's figure stood quietly in the darkness, and when the two Zhike monks crossed over the gap exposed, the figure suddenly turned into a black phantom, passing over the two of them as fast as lightning, and before he could react, his body moved, and he flashed into the shadow hidden by a big tree.

"I hope I can meet him!" Murong Fu's eyes glanced at the thousand-year-old temple standing in the distance, and murmured softly, this trip is so careful, it's not that Murong Fu is afraid of the Shaolin faction, but he doesn't want to alarm the Shaolin faction, so that Murong Bo will leave and not see Murong Fu, in that case, Murong Fu will only gain more than he loses!

After a long time, Murong Fu also exhaled lightly, identified the direction, and no longer had the slightest delay, his eyes flickered slightly in the distance, and then his body moved, turning into a blurred black shadow, and swept towards the top of the mountain like lightning.

It didn't take long for the darkness outside the Shaolin faction, suddenly, a vague figure flashed, directly over the towering wall, and then saw this figure flashing towards it strangely, although the Shaolin faction is the real Taishan Beidou in the rivers and lakes, but no matter what, there is a lack of real powerhouses.

This reputation does not have much substantive effect on Murong Fu, and it can only deter and deter ordinary juniors, just like the Shaolin faction, although it bears the name of a martial arts Taishan Beidou, but is there a top master who can handle it?

Thinking of this Shaolin faction's defensive measures, it really makes people laugh and cry, it can actually make Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo stay in it for decades without being discovered, it can be seen how this Shaolin faction defends, if it is not for the fear that he will alarm the Shaolin sect monks, it may lead to some changes, and Murong Fuduan will not be so cautious.

Murong Fu arrived in front of the Shaolin Temple, and broke into the mountain gate, but did not alarm anyone, but this Shaolin Temple covers a wide area, the front hall and the back house, I don't know that there are thousands of rooms, for a while, it is also extremely troublesome, Murong Fu frowned, thinking about it, but there is still no good way, and then sighed lightly, can only slowly look for it, through the room, running around, looking for the place where the Scripture Pavilion is located.

At this moment, even if it is night, but the Shaolin Temple is still brightly lit, there are still many monks chanting scriptures, whether it is the Shaolin disciples who are on duty at night, or the disciples who are still reciting scriptures at the moment, they have not found Murong Fu.

After searching for a long time, Murong Fu not only did not find the location of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but also did not know where he had arrived after traveling east and west?

Suddenly, Murong Fu, who looked at the surrounding environment left and right, moved his ears, and then his figure flashed into a hidden darkness, as soon as he left, he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance was near, and two people came one after another, and behind the two, more than ten monks followed closely, only to see those monks behind him clasping their hands together, bowing their heads and chanting silently, with extremely solemn expressions.

Murong Fu looked around, but saw that one of them was also familiar, it was the first Xuan Lin of the Discipline Academy and the Dragon Tree Academy who went to Shenhezhuang to deliver the post, and the person next to him should be the Lao Tzu of Xuzhu, Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci.

After the two of them made a promise, they walked straight into the house in front of them, and suddenly, two figures appeared on the window paper: "Senior brother, how are the preparations for the Heroes Conference?"

"It's done!"

Xuan Lin seemed to see a touch of unnaturalness in Xuan Ci's eyes, and then said: "Senior Brother Xuan Bei died at the hands of Nagu Su Murong a few months ago, let's invite the Jianghu Qunhao to embarrass Nagu Su Murong this time, it seems to be against my Buddha's precept not to be angry and not to be angry, but to subdue demons and destroy them is to save the world." ”

Xuan Ci's majestic voice said lightly: "Senior brother is obsessed, whether Senior Brother Xuan Bei was harmed by the Nagusu Murong clan is still to be discussed, don't jump to conclusions at this time!"

"Senior brother, this, with his way to return to Shi, his identity is clearly his Gusu Murong is specialty, how could it not be his Gusu Murong is mastery?"

"Yes and no, we will know then, but it's too early to talk about it at this moment!"

Murong Fu outside the house could hear what the two people in the house said, and he was very bored, and he didn't bother to listen to it anymore, as for the death of Xuan Pain, don't say that it was not killed by him Murong Fu, even if it was killed by him Murong Fu, what can you do with me?

I didn't have the heart to listen to the conversation between the two bald donkeys, and as soon as I raised my right foot, I was about to leave, but suddenly I heard the majestic voice of Xuanci coming out of the room: "Hui Fang, you go and call Senior Brother Xuanjing of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion here." ”

Outside the door, Hui Fang, who bowed his head and meditated silently, heard the words, immediately folded his hands, stepped forward and said, "Yes, abbot!"

Murong Fu, who was just about to leave, heard Xuan Ci's words, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he said softly: "I really want something, I was about to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but I didn't expect someone to lead the way soon!"

Along a forest path, radial to the northwest, turned a few turns, suddenly cheerful in front of the eyes, only heard the sound of the water murmuring, there is a pavilion standing next to the mountain stream, and a plaque next to the building reads the words "Tibetan Scripture Pavilion".

Seeing that this Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was so sited, Murong Fu was not surprised, after all, he participated in the Huanshi Water Pavilion in the village is also like this, the pavilion is built near the water, far away from other houses, that is for fear that the scriptures in it will catch fire and destroy the precious scriptures.

Murong Fu's figure was hidden in the dark, his eyes were fixed on the Scripture Pavilion, and after a while, with Hui Fang said: "Uncle Xuanjing, Hui Fang has something to say!" Immediately, the door of the Scripture Pavilion opened, and the situation in the Pavilion was also taken into Murong Fu's eyes.

I saw a person in the pavilion meditating on his knees, reading the scriptures softly in his mouth, Murong Fu only listened to his voice calmly, knowing that what he was reciting was the words of Buddhism, and he didn't know what he meant, so he waited quietly, and after about a few tea times, this person gradually stopped, saw his eyes slowly open, and said, "What's the matter?"

Hui Fang clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "The abbot is invited!"

"Senior Brother Xuanci?" Xuan Jing's eyes flashed with a look of understanding, and he said, "Then let's go!"

"Yes, Uncle Shi!" Hearing this, Hui Fang also nodded without objection, and then Xuanjing's body shook slightly, and he stood up, crossed Hui Fang's side, and slowly walked out of the door first!

The faint moonlight sprinkled from the sky, and this pavilion, which was peeped at by countless young people, looked extremely quiet in the moonlight, and at this moment, in Murong Fu's dark eyes of the same color as the night sky, the essence flickered!

After waiting for a long time, no one came, and Murong Fu didn't wait any longer, and with a slight mention of his internal strength, he was about to dodge into the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, but suddenly, as if he had a feeling, he turned his gaze to the dark place on his left side, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

It turned out that at a glance, he saw a figure flashing quickly and abnormally on his left side, and the speed of his body was rare.

In the quiet night, after this vague figure crossed Murong Fu, with a light tap of his toes, he had stepped on a tree branch, and then his body swept up a big tree next to the pavilion, and his vigilant gaze went straight to a certain room in the pavilion, and when he saw that there was no one above the attic, he was relieved.

In just a moment, on the big tree, this figure shot out from the treetops like lightning, and the last few swept away, and landed steadily in the attic, and the originally closed window had been opened because of the entry of this person.

Murong Fu's figure has been trying his best to hide, because this person did not find out, and after this person entered the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Murong Fu's eyes were firmly fixed on this person's back, and then followed