Outside the window, in the blink of an eye, the lights are bright, and the shadows are full.

A dignified god, Jian Chen retracted his complicated thoughts and strung out of the door.

Outside the door, the warrior monks were long gone, and the monks were running around.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Chen Jian saw that a little novice had left an order, so he grabbed it casually.

Xiao Shami looked at Jian Chen, and didn't know who he was, but said that he was a passer-by who came to stay in the temple. "A group of people came down from the mountain and set fire to the Scripture Pavilion, and the abbot was leading people to stop it. ”

"Where are they?" said Jian Chen.

This is inexplicable, when did the Shaolin Temple come to the enemy and set fire to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion?

"Outside the Pavilion of the Scriptures—"

Xiao Shami answered all questions, but found that before his words fell, Chen Jianren had long since disappeared.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is the place where Shaolin Temple treasures Buddhist classics, and it is the place where the abbots of the previous abbots must go to read Buddhism and learn Buddhism.

In the library pavilion, because of the age, the number of books in the collection is unmatched by any temple, and among them, there are some treasures and masterpieces.

Now, this place contains the hard work of many generations of monks in Shaolin Temple, but it is being engulfed by fire.

The monks of the Shaolin Temple almost poured out of the nest at this moment, carrying buckets and basins, and they all rushed into the sea of fire.

It's just a drop in the bucket, and the huge flames seem to be getting more and more violent.

Chen Jian rushed outside the library and saw the sky-high fire.

Seeing that the monks were all in a hurry to extinguish the fire, Jian Chen couldn't help frowning.

If this continues, the collection will be burned.

didn't have time to think about it, Chen Jian didn't care about his internal strength, and began to concentrate.

The heavy palm wind slowly emitted like a continuous force, mixed with the water in the monks' basins, gradually gathered layers of water walls, and threw themselves towards the raging tongue of fire, extinguishing many fires in the blink of an eye.

The monks were stunned by this strange sight, and in a blink of an eye they understood.

The water in his hands began to gather in one direction - between Jian Chen's palms.

Jian Chen was very pleased that the monks had understood their intentions so quickly, and a smile crossed the corners of his mouth.

Sinking the internal force and gradually condensing, between Jian Chen's palms, there was an uninterrupted wind that overshadowed the heavy palms.

The originally scattered and meager water flowed under the guidance of Chen Jian's internal force, weaving into a water net, and heading towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Layer by layer, the tongue of fire was gradually shrinking his body, and Jian Chen's palm wind gradually lost its strength.

Finally, the fire weakened into sporadic seedlings, and Chen Jian was almost overdrawn, and finally fell to the ground.

It's just that after just breathing a sigh of relief, Jian Chen stood up again.

Not far from the Scripture Pavilion, there were two groups of people fighting.

On the one hand, it is a young ** monk led by asceticism.

On one side, there is a group of young men in gray.

Although the group of young people was very fresh, Chen Jian vaguely recognized their leader.

Quinn.

How did he come to Huachen?

Could it be that he was the one who set fire to the Scripture Pavilion?

The secret thought in his heart was not good, and Jian Chen felt that Quinn's appearance seemed to be related to him.

Without thinking much about it, Jian Chen hurriedly ran to the place of the scuffle.

"Stop!"

Seeing that the two sides seemed to have been damaged, Jian Chen shouted and rushed into the two sides of the scuffle.

Seeing that Jian Chen suddenly intervened, Ascetic stopped the warrior monk who was fighting.

And Quinn, seeing Jian Chen appear, immediately waved his hand to signal the people behind him to retreat.

"Quinn, it's really you!" Jian Chen couldn't help but be annoyed when he saw Quinn. "You set the fire!"

"I just wanted them to hand you over, but those monks did everything they could to obstruct me—"

"That's enough!" Jian Chen's anger rose sharply. "I don't need you to worry about my business!"

"Amitabha, dare to ask the alliance leader, are they your friends?" Seeing that Jian Chen seemed to know the group of arsonists, Ascetic stepped forward to ask.

"They are not my friends, I have no relationship with them!" Jian Chen turned around and turned his back to Quinn, "I warn you to leave quickly, otherwise, you will not blame me!"

"You can't leave after setting fire to the Scripture Pavilion!" one of the warrior monks walked out.

"Amitabha, the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion has placed the painstaking efforts of the ancestors of the past dynasties, and now there is something wrong in the hands of the old man, and the old man must have an explanation!" The ascetic seemed to understand that the relationship between Jian Chen and the group of gray-clothed young men was friend and foe, and in desperation, he made his position clear.

"This matter started because of me, if the abbot wants to confess, I Chen Jian will bear it. ”

Slowly walking between Asceticism and Quinn, Jian Chen's expression was unusually solemn.

In his heart, a strong sense of guilt rose at this moment.

Why, I always have to implicate others, and now, because of myself, I am so tired that the scripture pavilion of Shaolin Temple was burned.

How can this sin be atoned for?

"Plant the cause and get the effect, since this cause was not planted by the alliance leader, why bother to pay for this effect?"

"Master Abbot doesn't know, they were originally my friends of Jian Chen, this time it was because they learned that I was trapped in the Shaolin Temple, so they came to save me, and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was burned, so this qiē was all because of Jian Chen. ”

"Amitabha, the leader of the alliance dares to act and dare to act, the old man admires, but the Shaolin Temple acts, and it has its own rules of the Shaolin Temple, and it is not the original intention of the alliance leader to burn the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, so please don't intervene in it again. ”

"Master-" Chen Jian saw that the ascetic insistence, and his heart was disturbed.

As far as his eyes could see, Jian Chen found that many Shaolin Temple monks who had just extinguished the fire were rushing towards this side, including some warrior monks with sticks.

In terms of numbers, Quinn and the others have completely lost the upper hand.

Although they are all tart snowmen, Chen Jian didn't have to deal with them, but after all, they went up the mountain because of themselves, and now although they are at fault first, they are trapped in Shaolin Temple, which is also something that Chen Jian doesn't want to see.

Moreover, once their identities are revealed, the results are terrible.

"If the master insists, then Jian Chen can't see his friend trapped in Shaolin and ignore it, so-"

"The alliance leader is going to make another bad relationship with the Shaolin Temple for them?" Ascetic heard the meaning of Chen Jian's words.

"I was forced to be helpless, so I asked the master to make it convenient and let my friend go down the mountain. Jian Chen bowed to the ascetic.

"Amitabha, since the alliance leader insists on going his own way, the old man can only be offended. ”

For Chen Jian's request, the ascetic finally declined.

The warrior monks had already assembled, and Chen Jian and Quinn were surrounded by three layers inside and outside.

Today's battle is imperative, and Chen Jian's heart is extremely contradictory.

The fire had gradually extinguished, leaving only the stars.

Dozens of monks are walking inside and outside the pavilion, counting the books.

The smoke was sparsely sparse, twisting and scattering.

Jian Chen looked at the scorched earth pavilion, his heart stirred inexplicably, and his mind couldn't help shaking.

"It's okay. In the distance, there was a cry for help.

Outside the scripture pavilion, the monks holding the scriptures suddenly fell to the ground one after another.

"Not good!" Jian Chen is a spirit.

Looking at it, Jian Chen noticed that the smoke was unusual.

The smoke that should have been gray and white now seems to faintly flash blue.

"Poisonous!"

Seeing the smoke rushing towards this side, Jian Chen turned around and shouted, "Cover your mouth and nose, hide quickly!"

When Jian Chen was watching, Ascetic was also looking in the direction of the Scripture Pavilion, and now seeing the smoke coming, Ascetic immediately realized it.

Covering his nose with his sleeves, the ascetic instructed the monks to quickly evacuate to the inner chamber.

However, after all, it was still a step too late, and many warrior monks behind him had already inhaled poisonous gas and fell headlong.

Tearing off the corners of his clothes, tying his mouth and nose, the ascetic glared angrily at Quinn and his party, "The treacherous villain was poisoned!"

"They are all tart snow barbarians, what can't they do?" At this time, from the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, Xuan Lie hurriedly came with his face covered.

"Tart snow?" ascetic eyes looked at this inexplicable Xuan Lie.

"Jian Chen, it's up to you to explain your relationship with the ascetic abbot. Xuan Lie glanced at Jian Chen, who was standing on the side.

"Get the antidote!" Seeing Xuan Lie appear, Jian Chen didn't pay much attention to it, and walked straight towards Quinn.

"The antidote, not on me. Quinn looked at Jian Chen.

Jian Chen's gaze at this time became extremely sharp at this moment.

"Don't embarrass him, the antidote is here. Xuan Lie looked at Jian Chen, who seemed to be a little angry, and smiled slightly.

"Hand it over!" Jian Chen walked up to Xuan Lie and spread out his palms.

"The tone is not small, you have the ability to take it!" Xuan Lie was angry when he saw that Jian Chen was so ignorant of him.

"If you do it with me, I'm not afraid of revealing your identity!" Jian Chen stared at Xuan Lie without any intention of retreating.

Xuan Lie was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Jian Chen was referring to.

"Haha, I didn't expect that in just a few days, you would learn to blackmail me! ”

"Don't talk nonsense, bring the antidote!" Jian Chen didn't care about Xuan Lie's sarcastic ridicule at all.

"It's okay to give you the antidote, you can explain the matter here to our master first!"

"Explain?" Jian Chen was stunned.

"Don't play dumb, you know what I mean. Xuan Lie's face turned pale.

Listening to the conversation between Xuan Lie and Jian Chen, there was a hint of imperceptible suspicion on the ascetic face.

There seems to be some unknown involvement between Jian Chen and this masked man.

"This has come to this, even if I don't explain it, the ascetic abbot should understand what is happening today. Jian Chen sighed and turned to the ascetic behind him.

"I wanted to go up the mountain and let the abbot of Kuzen say a few fair words for me on the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect that he not only agreed, but also said that he would persuade me to turn back. Chen Jian faced the asceticism, his face expressionless.

"It's just that Master Kuzen is a senior monk of Shaolin Temple after all, and his martial arts are also among the best in the rivers and lakes, so it took me a lot of true qi to fight him, and I will be defeated by you. ”

Chen Jian's explanation, done in one go, sounded like there was no trace of fraud and cover-up.

Asceticism's heart moved slightly for Chen Jian's confession. It's just on the face, but it's not shocked.

"As for Quinn, I brought them back from Tart Snow. Jian Chen's gaze turned to the side.

"Are they really tart snowmen?" Hearing this, Ascetic was still a little surprised.

originally thought that Chen Jian must have an inside story for hurting Kuzen, coupled with the shape in front of him, Chen Jian seemed to be forced by this masked man, so in his ascetic heart, he still had some doubts about Chen Jian's explanation.

But now that he heard that it was the tart snowman who burned the Scripture Pavilion, his heart couldn't help but start churning.