In the face of Xuan Lone's killing intent, Zhao Tiancheng didn't care, because of the main task, it was already doomed to the hostility of Zhao Tiancheng and Shaolin Temple, and the two sides could only leave one side.

"Does Shaolin want to shield the mastermind behind the scenes? What do you Shaolin have in mind? Is there any bigger conspiracy?" Zhao Tiancheng asked three questions in a row.

Xuan Lin saw that the surrounding heroes looked at him with suspicious eyes, and he knew that he had to give an explanation this time, because Xuan Ci's affairs The prestige of Shaolin Temple has been greatly reduced, and the current Shaolin can no longer withstand another big turmoil.

"Okay! Shaolin has nothing to hide about this matter, let's face each other head-on!" Xuan Silence made a look, and several old monks of the Xuan character generation quietly hid in the crowd.

Although Zhao Tiancheng saw Xuan Lone's small actions, he didn't care, as long as Murong and his son didn't let go, then it would be a situation where both sides insisted on their own words, as long as the arrangements were made properly, Zhao Tiancheng was not afraid that things would not develop in the direction he had planned.

"Then ask Abbot Xuan Lin to invite people out!" Zhao Tiancheng said with a smile.

Hit a Buddha Xuan Lin and said in a low voice: "This senior has never been out of the Shaolin Temple's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, it is absolutely impossible for everyone to let the seniors come out, and the old man can't be the master, if you want to confront the seniors, you can only go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in person!"

"Which monk fell to the ground! There is such a big shelf! Let us invite thousands of fellow martial artists to invite them in person! The other party has such a big face!"

As soon as Zhao Tiancheng spoke, there was an uproar in the crowd, and many people complained, if they were alone, it would be no problem to see the Shaolin monks. But now that most of the heroes have gathered at this time, even if you are a master of a Shaolin abbot, you don't have such a big face for everyone to invite!

Listen to the voices of discontent coming from all around. Xuan Lin had no choice but to explain: "Shaolin doesn't know the origin of this senior, so that senior doesn't follow Shaolin's orders. It's up to everyone to decide whether to go or not!"

"Okay! It's time to understand the matter of Yanmen Pass, not to mention that it is still related to the matter of the martial arts alliance leader, whether Shaolin is qualified to participate or not also needs to clarify this matter, let's all deign to take a look at that 'senior'!" Zhao Tiancheng said and gave Qiao Feng and Murong Fu a look.

Qiao Feng really wanted to know the truth of the year, and now the abbot of Xuanci who personally shot it has passed away, and there is only one person left behind the scenes, this time he must find out, not to mention that Zhao Tiancheng has been helping him since they intersected, Qiao Feng doesn't think that Zhao Tiancheng will harm him. So nodded.

As for Murong Fu's thoughts, it was much more complicated, and the relationship between him and Zhao Tiancheng was just a mutual use, but after knowing about his father Murong Bo, Murong Fu had to obey Zhao Tiancheng's orders, because he knew that what he said before was false and all lies, and from the moment he saw Murong Bo's curious eyes, he could find that although Murong Fu was conceited and arrogant, he was not stupid, and he could guess that these things were arranged by his father. And once this matter is leaked, I believe that Shaolin, Qiao Feng's father and son, and Zhao Tiancheng will not let go of their father and son, so he must take the initiative to round this lie. Although he didn't know why Zhao Tiancheng had to force that person out from Shaolin, Murong Fu could only agree.

Zhao Tiancheng stretched out his hand and said, "Please!

Holding back the anger in his heart, Xuan Lin had no choice but to take the lead towards the Scripture Pavilion. The Scripture Pavilion is hidden in the depths of the backyard of Shaolin, and it is usually because of secrecy that it will not let the idlers wait for it. I didn't expect that this time I was forced to take so many people to the Scripture Pavilion.

As Zhao Tiancheng followed behind Xuan Lian, Murong Fu and Qiao Feng's father and son also walked up. On the plane, the Vulture Palace and the people of the Star Sect Hulala's martial arts heroes were very excited to follow, after all, for the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion. There is no one who is not curious.

Walk through the backyard of Shaolin Temple, to the front of a forest, along the bluestone path between the woods through the forest, turn a few small corners, hear the murmuring of the water, a moment everyone will feel that the eyes are suddenly open, in the turquoise mountain Tibetan Scripture Pavilion stands in it, next to a clear stream, here is just like a paradise.

Among the people, there are people who have been to Shaolin, and they have never heard that there is such a place in the back mountain of Shaolin, and there are many discussions for a while, but the originally quiet and quiet environment has become like a busy city.

"Friends outside, it doesn't disturb the elves in the mountains to make such a noise!" The voice came from all directions in the mountains, and the source could not be found at all, although the sound was not loud, but it suppressed the noisy sound.

This precedent made everyone look at each other, at least now no one dares to underestimate the senior who has not yet met.

When he came to the front of the Scripture Pavilion, Xuan Lin stood in front of the gate of the Scripture Pavilion and bowed down and said, "Senior, Zhao Gongzi and a few friends want to see you!"

After Xuan Lone's words were finished, everyone looked at the door of the Scripture Pavilion without blinking, and they all wanted to see what kind of person he was.

After a while, when everyone was a little impatient, there was a "squeak", and the door of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was pushed open, and I don't know how long it had not been moved, and there was a sound that made people sore their teeth.

Out of the open door came an old monk in a gray robe, the wide monk's robe could not hide his thin figure, the sparse few long beards were already white, his movements were slow, and he was weak.

When the old monk came out, Qunhao was still looking at the inside of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and no one carefully observed the old monk, after all, he was dressed as a miscellaneous monk of Shaolin Temple, and it looked like he was obviously about to die, not like a person with martial arts, they all thought that he was a servant in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Seniors! It's these donors who will confront you face to face!" Xuan Lin seemed to bow respectfully to the old monk before pointing to Zhao Tiancheng and Qiao Feng, Murong Fu's father and son.

Xuan Lonely's words shocked everyone, they are still waiting for the main master? Why did they suddenly become the person in front of them, do they want to see the miscellaneous monks of Shaolin and ask them to come in person, when did Shaolin Temple have such a big face?

"Shaolin Temple is really a big face!"

"They didn't take us seriously!"

"yes! I don't think it's as good as the little sect to know the rules!"

There was a mocking sound from below, because the sweeping monk was next to him, and Xuan Lin couldn't speak.

The sweeping monk didn't seem to hear it, but instead looked at Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan who were standing behind the three young people with a smile and said, "The two donors have really not seen each other for a long time!"

The words of the sweeping monk made the people below in an uproar, but I didn't expect this person to really meet with Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo, wouldn't it be like admitting that the matter of Yanmen Pass was really instructed by the old monk in front of him.

As soon as Xuan Lin wanted to speak, he was stopped by the sweeping monk raising his hand, and then slowly spoke: "Haven't the two laymen seen me?"

As soon as he asked this, Xuan Lin suddenly knew what the sweeping monk meant, and with a smile on his face, Xuan Lin stepped aside and looked at Zhao Tiancheng and the others to see how they answered.

"How long have you been hiding in this place?" Murong Bo asked with a frown, he had come to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion more often than the Shaolin monks, but he had never seen this person.

When the sweeping monk heard Murong Bo's question, his eyes showed a confused look, and then he said slowly: "The donor asked me to hide here......

Yes...... How long has it been?"

Murong Bo said: "Yes, let me ask you how long you have been hiding here?"

The sweeping monk counted with his fingers, and after a long while, he shook his head, with an apologetic look on his face, and said, "I...... I don't remember exactly, I don't know if it was forty-two years, or forty-three years. When this old monk Xiao first came to see the scriptures at night, I ...... I've been here for more than 10 years. Afterward...... Later, the old monk Murong also came. Alas, you come and go, and you turn the scriptures in the cabinet into a mess, and I don't know why. ”

Xiao Yuanshan was greatly surprised, thinking that he would come to Shaolin Temple to secretly study martial arts. None of the monks in the monastery knew, so how could this old monk know? Most of the time he had just heard his words outside the monastery, so he talked nonsense here, saying, "Why have I never seen you?"

The old monk said: "The layman is fully focused on the martial arts classics, and he has no distractions, so he naturally can't see the old monk." I remember that the first night the layman came to the pavilion to borrow a book, it was a book of "Fingers of the Phaseless Tribulation", alas! From that night, the layman entered the devil's path, but it's a pity, it's a pity!"

Xiao Yuanshan's surprise was really extraordinary, he stole into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on the first night, and found a copy of "Wuxiang Robbery Fingerbook", knowing that it was one of the seventy-two stunts of the Shaolin School, and he was overjoyed at that time, except for himself, no second person knew, could it be that this old monk was indeed on the side to witness it with his own eyes? For a while, he only said: "You...... You...... You ......"

The sweeping monk said: "The second time the layman came to borrow the pavilion, it was a book of "Good and Brave Fist Method". At that time, the old monk sighed secretly, knowing that the layman had fallen into the devil from this, and he fell deeper and deeper, and he couldn't bear it, so he put a "Lotus Sutra" and a "Miscellaneous Ahama Sutra" in the place where the layman habitually took books, hoping that the layman could borrow it and study and enlighten. Unexpectedly, the layman was obsessed with martial arts, but he ignored the authentic Buddhism, put these two scriptures aside, found a copy of the "Fu Wand Method", and went away happily. Alas, indulged in the sea of suffering, I don't know when I have to turn back?"

Xiao Yuanshan listened to him casually, and said that what he did all night in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion thirty years ago was good, and gradually from shock to fear, from fear to fear, cold sweat on his back was about to rise, and his heart almost stopped beating. (To be continued......)