This Wenshu Monastery is the most noble place in the eyes of the monks in the Shaolin Temple, the courtyard is full of erudite monks, there is no need to practice martial arts and labor every day, just study the scriptures, and enter and exit the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion on weekdays to consult the scriptures without the approval of the abbot, you can go by yourself. If you catch up with the water and land dojo or the eminent monks to open the altar to preach, the monks not only have delicious food to serve, but also a large amount of silver and two rewards, which is really envious. Na Jia could know that this was a fairy-like place, and burst into tears with excitement, and immediately lay on the ground and kowtowed to Xuanhui a few times: "Master Xie is merciful and compassionate!" That Xuanhui said: "Don't be busy thanking, this Wenshu Monastery still has to talk about some rules, such as reading a volume of scriptures." Na Jia Neng asked: "Master, what does this mean to read a volume of scriptures?" Xuan Hui took out a scripture book from his sleeve and said: "This scripture originally had to be read through before you could enter the Wenshu Monastery. Read and listen. After that, he stuffed the scriptures into Jia Neng's hands, and Na Jia Neng carried the scriptures in both hands, reversing up and down and left and right like carrying a thousand catties of boulders, and looked at it for a long time, and said bitterly: "Master, I have never read a book since I was a child, and I don't know a single big character, where can I read any scriptures." Xuanhui sighed: "That's a pity, since you don't know how to read, then naturally you can't enter Wenshu Monastery." It's a pity that the opportunity. He shook his head and sighed. Na Jia Neng lay on the ground and begged: "Master save me, so that I can go to Wenshu Monastery to enjoy a day of happiness, and I am also content." Xuan Hui smiled secretly in his heart, but said in his mouth: "You get up, as long as you work honestly, Shaolin Temple will not treat you badly." ”

Xuanhui returned to Xuanjing's meditation room and said, "Senior Brother Qiqi Abbot learned that Na Jianeng was an illiterate village man, and his knowledge was very short, Xuanhui told him to promote him into Wenshu Monastery, and that person was just greedy for the comfort of Wenshu Monastery. I didn't have any other thoughts, so I didn't think about it. Xuan Jing said: "In that case, you can arrange it." This scripture pavilion must be repaired within a few days. ”

The cypress was naturally sent to the building institute. Huiguang didn't dare to slack off, and immediately ordered Jianeng to take the monks, holding clay tablets, pickaxes and other utensils to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. The warrior monk guarding the Scripture Pavilion had inspected the abbot's edict, so he opened the door and let the group in, and then stood at the door to watch, and the scriptures in it had been tightly sealed on the bookshelf with brown tarpaulin. Only the innermost bookshelf was sealed with a red tarpaulin, but the bookcase was so small that when you looked at it, it looked like a person sitting there with a red cloth covering his head. Na Jia Neng said with a smile: "I know that the life of guarding the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is hard, and I can't see a woman every year, so I dress up this bookshelf like a bride, and I can defeat the fire if I want to see it." The monks laughed when they heard this, and Hui Wu, the leader of the warrior monks who guarded on duty, scolded with a smile: "You pickled and pranky, the dog can't spit out ivory in his mouth, and the things in this red cloth bookshelf are priceless treasures, but the Yijin Sutra and the Washing of the Marrow Sutra handed down by the ancestors of Bodhidharma." I'm not even blessed to take a look, but it's better for you to treat such a treasure as a bride. Huiguang coughed and said, "Senior Brother Huiwu doesn't have any way to stop his words, and such confidential words are also said casually?" Huiwu smiled: "Senior Brother is too careful, even if he shows this book, he can't understand it." After the monks laughed, they began to work. First, the dilapidated roof was picked up and replaced with new rafters and purlins. Cover the mats with reed curtains, apply mud to them, and gradually hang the tiles. The work was dusty and tiring, and the monks hid from a distance and watched.

This work was done until the evening of the next day, the progress was nearly half completed, Jia could see that the walls of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were full of water stains, and moss had grown in some places, so he said to Huiguang: "This wall has been soaked with water, presumably the bricks and stones in it have also been scattered, after a long time, this wall will definitely crack, and then I am afraid that this Zangjing Pavilion will also collapse, it is better to dig out the bricks in this wall and replace them with new bricks, and paint them with lime, the abbot will be happy when he sees it, and he will praise the first one for his thoughtfulness." Na Huiguang was very happy when he heard this, thought about it for a while, and said: "Your idea is good, but the abbot strictly ordered the roof to be repaired within a few days, where do we have time to repair the wall?" Hui Guangxi said: "If you are so capable, this seat will raise you to be a sub-seat of the construction courtyard, well, you don't have to underestimate this sub-seat, every time you go down the mountain to purchase bricks and tiles and reed mats, you can also have a three-five copper coin into the account." "Jia Neng is overjoyed.

That night, when the monks went to rest after finishing their work, Na Jianeng picked up the lantern himself, took a pickaxe to cut open the wall, and took out the loose bricks inside and piled them up beside him. The warrior monk on duty at night knew that he was repairing the brick wall, but he didn't ask, and stood far away and chatted. In the middle of the night, the monks were sleepy and snoozed against the door frame. Seeing that the time had come, Najia cut open the brick wall three or five times, and dragged out a small iron box from inside. Stuff it into the wooden box of tools while people are not ready. As if he had nothing to do, he continued to plank bricks, and suddenly heard the sound of "empty" on the wall, and with a pickaxe, a book fell out of the wall. Jia Neng picked it up and saw that the book was very old, and the words "Yijin Jing" were written in Lishu. I couldn't help but be overjoyed, and when I saw the monk sleeping soundly outside the door, he hid the book in his arms. Hastily put new bricks into the wall, reconcile the lime, and pick up a brush to paint the wall anew. I was so excited, I climbed on the roof, pretended to decorate, and thought about how to get out.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw a masked figure quickly swept into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion like a ghost, and those warrior monks on duty at night had no masters, and they were still confused, and they didn't notice it. Jia Neng hurriedly crouched on the roof and didn't dare to move, just watched through the hole in the roof to see what the man was going to do. The masked man silently lifted the tarpaulin and examined the scroll. After a while, he came to the innermost red cloth bookshelf, lifted the red cloth, took out two books from it, and looked through them a few times. With a flash of joy in his eyes, he tugged into his arms and jumped out of the hole in the roof. Jia Neng said in his heart, God help me. Immediately shouted: "There is a thief! There is a thief!" The man looked back and glanced at Jia Neng, and exclaimed, "Zhu Shitian, why are you here!?" That Jia Neng was Li Duozuo who disguised himself and infiltrated the Shaolin Temple. Li Duozuo couldn't remember who this person was.

The warrior monks below woke up and shouted, the masked man's long sword slashed at Li Duozuo, Li Duozuo did not dare to perform martial arts, he rolled down on the roof, and fell straight down in the courtyard, Rao is he secretly lucky to protect his whole body, the roof was as high as two feet from the ground, and he also fell to seven meat and eight vegetarians, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he lay on the ground and shouted in a stack of mouths: "There are thieves!

The masked man knew that he could not stay here for a long time, so he stepped a little and swept towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall like a roc. Suddenly, a strong wind hit, and you don't need to look back to know that it is the strong Vajra palm of Shaolin Temple. The person who came was the first Xuanyun of the Luohan Hall. The masked man brushed back his hand and brushed several swords, and the cold sword qi blocked the palm wind. With a twist of his waist, he fell to the roof of the monk's house. The palm wind and the Tibetan scripture pavilion, the roof on the "boom", collapsed out of the big hole over the zhang, Xuanyun was furious, "Wei Tuo offering pestle" both palms out, the masked man swept several zhang, the strong palm force will collapse the roof of the monk's house instantly, but it happened that the monks lived in the monk's house are the monks of Wenshu Monastery, those monks chant and meditate on weekdays where have seen such a battle, each shouting and screaming, the gray face ran out, there was no solemn treasure of the past.

The masked man rushed in front of him, and Xuan Yun chased after him, and his hands took turns to shoot left and right, and the palm wind was always a fraction of a millimeter away from the masked man, but the roof under his feet was blown into the dust, and the skylights were opened one after another.

At this time, dozens of Xuanzi masters around had already jumped on the roof to round up. The rest of the Huizi warrior monks held iron rods to guard the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple and set up a large array of Arhats. Seeing that there was no hope of descending from the front, the masked man immediately turned back and ran to the back mountain. Xuanyun and others saw that they were determined in their hearts, since ancient times, there was only one way down the mountain from the main gate, and the back mountain was a thousand cliffs. No matter how high you are, once you stumble and fall, you will become powder, and this masked man can only fall into a desperate situation where there is no way to enter the heavens and no way to enter the earth. There is no hurry at the moment, far behind. Push the masked man to the cliff in the back mountain.

Li Duozuo saw that the monks only cared about rounding up the masked man, so he took the opportunity to get up, and ran to the monk's room in the temple with the tool wooden box. The warrior monk scolded: "Jianeng, you shrunken turtle, thieves are coming, you don't protect the temple, but you have to hide." I am not afraid of the abbot's severe punishment in the future. Li Duozuo said confidently: "Protecting the temple has its own warrior monks, I am just a plasterer, what can I do." Don't you want me to tear and kill with a brick knife and clay tablet?"

The masked man was really good, and he walked through the house all the way as if he was in a no-man's land. In an instant, he passed hundreds of monks' houses and came to the edge of the cliff in the back mountain. The masters of the Xuanzi generation are coming in an instant. When Xuanyun ran to a distance of more than ten zhang, he stopped and said coldly: "Who is Your Excellency? Don't you know that coming to Shaolin Temple to steal the scriptures is a great crime that cannot be forgiven! Seeing that there are few enemies in the rivers and lakes, this scripture is not of much use, if your Excellency can restrain yourself from the precipice and hand over the scriptures, and read it for the sake of your cultivation, this seat can intercede with the abbot on your behalf, or can spare your life." But the masked man made no reply, but jumped upon a crooked pine tree, and stood on top of the treetops, whose roots grew on the edge of the cliff, and whose canopy protruded far beyond the cliff, and the wind blew through it, and the man rose and fell with the treetops. Xuanyun and the others only said that the person was going to fight the trapped beasts. At that moment, more than a dozen masters of the Xuanzi generation who were good at hidden weapons stepped forward, holding flying knives, sleeve arrows, flying locust stones and other hidden weapons in their hands, ready to shoot at any time. The masked man leaned down and took out a large burden from between the branches, and shook it away in the wind, but it was a huge cloth, and the corners of the cloth were tied with ropes, and I saw him jump from the tree and fall off the cliff with the rope in one hand. The cloth fell rapidly with his body, and immediately filled the wind, and was round and bulging like a big umbrella, dragging his body down slowly. The monks were shocked. Immediately, they shot one after another, and all kinds of hidden weapons shot like rain. The wind in the valley was so strong that it had already blown far away, and where was it still shooting?