Chu Feng was walking slowly in the Shaolin Temple with Shan Shan, and from time to time there were monks of all sizes rushing by, all of whom were urged to go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall by the ringing of the bells.

Shan Zheng was dressed in a monk's robe, and there were really a few monks who greeted him very seriously: "This senior brother, go to the Daxiong Treasure Hall quickly, didn't you listen to the bell?" Shan Zheng pointed to his gorgeous hair and said that he was very calm.

Chu Feng found that Shan Zheng was quite familiar with this Shaolin Temple, and at least he didn't encounter any dead ends when he walked.

Hundreds of years of wind and rain, the yellow walls and blue tiles of Shaolin Temple are all stories. Shan Zhengyao pointed to a cave in the back mountain, and after saying the allusion of "taking a photo on the wall", he suddenly stopped.

Chu Feng followed him and said, "Why don't we sit down for a while?"

"I'm not tired. Shan Zheng knew what Chu Feng meant, and shook his head, "It's just that you and I are both outsiders, so it's inconvenient to move forward." ”

Chu Feng asked casually, "What's the important place ahead?"

Shan Zheng raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and said, "The Scripture Building." ”

Chu Feng didn't know what the "Scripture Pavilion" was, but he quickly asked, "Is it the Scripture Pavilion?"

"Hmm. ”

Chu Feng looked at the inconspicuous small building, and was a little surprised, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion turned out to be such a small place. If it weren't for Shan Zheng saying it, Chu Feng would have doubted that if he didn't look at the signboard, he would only know where he had gone when he walked in.

Chu Feng thought like this, and a yellow shadow galloped towards him in the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. This person was in a hurry, and Chu Feng didn't look at his face, but just avoided the side of the road with Shan Zheng and chatted casually. Who knew that the yellow shadow, when it got close, suddenly stopped, looked at Chu Feng and the two and asked, "Why are you here?"

This voice sounded quite familiar, Chu Feng turned his head, and saw Master Xuansheng looking at him with a full head of lawsuits, and asked the same question: "Master Xuansheng, why aren't you waiting for guests in the Daxiong Treasure Palace?"

"What kind of guest is that!" Xuan Sheng said angrily, "Shan Tiemian, let's go, you can also go and see, those unreasonable people make me dizzy." After speaking, he ignored Shan Zheng's answer, and ran all the way with his right hand.

Chu Feng stood in place and opened his mouth slightly, admiring this Xuansheng master's style of doing things. He has a "Lingbo microstep" under his feet, which is unparalleled in the world, even if he is a few steps behind, it has little effect, and he has caught up after a while.

Shan Zheng had seen Chu Feng's light skills outside Luoyang, and although he still felt that this kid's light skills were very good, he didn't have much thoughts; Master Xuansheng glanced at Chu Feng in surprise, but he seemed to have something in his heart, so he didn't say much, just ran wildly.

Chu Feng deliberately took half a step behind, and saw that this Xuansheng was holding Shan Zheng in his right hand, but there were three scriptures between his left armpits. The paper of the scripture was black in yellow, obviously very old, but the middle-aged monk didn't talk about it, and Chu Feng didn't ask much.

Although the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is two or three miles away from the Daxiong Treasure Palace, the three of them ran quickly and arrived in a moment.

Although the Daxiong Treasure Hall is wide, more than 1,000 monks in Shaolin Temple gathered, and it was also crowded.

Chu Feng looked at the disgruntled faces of the monks in the temple, and coupled with the sentence "those unreasonable people" that Master Xuansheng just said, he already knew it in his heart.

"Bold!"

Before Chu Feng entered the hall, he had already heard a loud shout, and then he saw a white shadow floating towards him. This loud shout was full of internal energy, Chu Feng did not doubt him, seeing this white shadow, at first he thought that someone was going to do it to himself, and he took half a step back to clean the dust in his hand.

The white shadow is close to three points, but this person is wearing filial piety clothes, but he has not seen You Tanzhi for half a day. Chu Feng changed his left hand to support his back to stop the momentum, and then he saw the crumbs of clothes on You Tanzhi's chest, thinking that he had been slapped with a heavy hand.

After You Tanzhi's figure, another person grabbed it and scolded: "I don't know whether to live or die!" With a mistake in both palms, he slammed down on You Tanzhi's chest. You Tanzhi had already fainted, and this person also shot at him, obviously wanting his life.

This person has a huge bald head, and it is obvious that he is also a member of Buddhism, but his clothes are completely different from those of Shaolin Temple.

Chu Feng Dichen raised slightly, pointing at the man's chest and abdomen, as long as he still wanted to drop his palms on You Tanzhi's body, Dichen would definitely be able to break a transparent hole in his chest first. This person only felt a sharp aura enveloping him, and his body stagnated, and this palm could no longer be attacked.

There were several people on the top of the main hall who grabbed it, and the first person was quite short, and the big bald head who had just shot at You Tanzhi was in general clothes, and said: "Senior brother, don't worry about children." "It's quite light to say that this is a matter of asking for a person's surname.

The remaining three people were half a point behind, and two of them stopped the two evil monks, and they should be old monks of the Xuanzi generation. The third person was the "enemy of Hades" Xue Muhua, who only pounced on You Tanzhi, and rubbed his two thumbs in the center of this kid's eyebrows, You Tanzhi opened his eyes and smiled at him.

Chu Feng handed You Tanzhi into Xue Muhua's hands, turned around, and was about to speak, but felt that the corners of his clothes were tight. Chu Feng looked back and saw that it was You Tanzhi who pulled the corner of his clothes and said, "What's wrong?"

You Tan opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, dyeing Xue Muhua's head and face while holding him, and then said, "These ...... These bald people will be 'Wei Tuo pestle'......" His sentence "bald" scolded the bald heads of all the halls except for Chu Feng and the four of them together, and he didn't know it, his voice was weak but full of joy.

When the "junior brother" heard these two words, he wanted to make a move again. It's just that the two senior monks of the Xuanzi generation were on the side, and he obediently retreated as soon as his body moved.

Xue Muhua wiped his face with his sleeve indiscriminately, and said, "Do you want to die, shut up!" You Tanzhi saw that his face was full of blood and hideous, so he only called "Uncle Xue" and closed his mouth.

Xue Muhua looked coldly at the "junior brother" who moved towards You Tanzhi, and then at his "senior brother", and said: "Wutai Mountain Qingliang Temple is so capable! The master of Shenyin is very powerful! The abbot of Shenshan is also very good!" Although his martial arts are not first-class, his medical skills are unparalleled in the world, and there are not many people in the martial arts who want to be good friends with him. These two people provoked Xue Muhua, which is tantamount to stabbing the biggest hornet's nest on the rivers and lakes.

The abbot of the Sacred Mountain wanted to speak, but he could see Xue Muhua's face, and knew that it was useless to say, so he only arched his hand. His junior brother Shenyin Venerable was even more embarrassed, he thought that You Tanzhi was just a swinger, and he was very disrespectful to his senior brother, so he thought about teaching a lesson, who knew that this kid was actually Xue Muhua's nephew. He was about to open his mouth to explain, but was stopped by his own senior brother.

Xue Muhua no longer paid attention to the two of them, and hugged You Tanzhi to the side hall to treat his injuries.

The Venerable Master of the Sacred Mountain retreated to the hall, his junior brother followed behind him, and the two senior monks of the Xuanzi generation waited for the two of them to stand still, and then retreated behind Xuanci together.

Xuan Sheng didn't think that he went to get three secret books, and in a moment there was another change in the hall, and Shan Zheng confessed, entrusted three scriptures, and respectfully handed them to the abbot of Xuanci.

The person on the sacred mountain saw the three volumes of scriptures, and the greed on his face was undisguised, and he just squeezed Xuan Ci with his words, thinking that he could fully read the divine skills on the three scriptures at this moment.

Abbot Xuanci did not doubt that the Venerable Mountain of the two Arhats, who were also called "Descending Dragons" and "Fuhu" with him, actually watched the divine skills of this sect, and said: "Senior brothers, please see, the three scriptures each describe the experience of creating meritorious work. The senior brothers didn't believe the words of the old man, could it be that the senior monks such as the abbot master of the Shaolin Temple would also speak falsely and deceive people?

Shenshan pretended not to hear what he said, and wanted to take the scriptures in his hand, so he heard a person ask: "Dare to ask all the masters, who is proficient in the divine skill of 'Vedic Pestle' in this hall?"