Xuanji Tao.

"These two people were lurking in this temple for decades. The monks and monks at the top and bottom were in a daze and had no idea what they could do. If they wanted to steal scriptures, what day should they not steal for decades? Why should we wait for today?"

The old monk.

"Senior brother said yes."

The two monks sighed in unison.

Zhou Xuan knew that they were talking about the shameful things about Shaolin Temple, but in fact, he was quite familiar with the 72 unique skills of Shaolin. Xuan Ji and other monks spoke very lowly, and only because Zhou Xuan had a strong internal strength, he heard it.

Zhou Xuan walked away slowly and said intimately.

"Go to the mountain first to take a look."

The mountain behind Shaoshi is steep and the forest is dense and the road is steep. Zhou Xuan walked out for several miles and no longer heard the noise in the temple below. The empty mountains are silent, only the sound of birds and birds singing among the trees. The sunshine in the forest between the mountains is not shining, which is quite chilly.

Not long after I walked, I suddenly heard a few words of chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name floating in the wind.

"It is the mind that is the Buddha, it is the mind that is the mind. The mind knows the Buddha, knows the Buddha and understands the mind, and is away from the mind, is not the Buddha, and is away from the Buddha and is not the mind..."

The voice is peaceful and thick, but I have never heard it before.

Zhou Xuan thought to himself.

"Sweeping Monk."

Immediately walked in the sound.

He turned around a bamboo forest and suddenly saw a lot of people gathering on a lawn in the forest.

A monk in an old green robe sat on the stone with his back to his back, and the sound of chanting scriptures came from his mouth, and many people sat in front of him.

Among them are Xiao Yuanshan, Qiao and his son, Murong Bo, Hu Sengzheluoxing and Poluoxing whom he met in front of the Sutra Library not long ago, as well as several monks from other temples, and several monks of the Xuan generation of Shaolin Temple, who were also sitting underground, folded their hands together, lowered their heads and lowered their eyebrows, and listened to the Dharma respectfully.

There was a person standing four or five feet away, but it was the Tubo national teacher Jiumozhi, with a sarcastic look on his face, which showed dissatisfaction in his heart.

Jiumozhi felt that the old monk in front of him was still not as powerful as Mr. Zhou Xuan.

Duan was born in a Buddhist country. Duan Yu studied Buddhism with a monk since he was a child and was quite knowledgeable about the Buddhist scriptures. However, the Buddhism of Dali Kingdom came from the south, which was close to Hinayana, and was not a Zen school in Shaolin Temple, and what he learned was quite different.

Zhou Xuan heard the verses said by the old monk. Although it seemed simple, it contained the most profound truths and thought about it.

"Shaolin martial arts is indeed linked to Buddhism."

When Jiumozhi saw Zhou Xuan coming, he turned his head and smiled and saluted him.

Zhou Xuan also responded with a smile and returned the gift.

Previously, Murong Bo was revealed by Xuan Ci, and he also said that the person who caused the trouble of Yanmen Pass was the one who caused the Yanmen Pass to change. He knew that not only did the Xiao family and son want to win him but also did not tolerate the heroes of the Central Plains, so he immediately flew to the Shaolin Temple.

There are many houses in Shaolin Temple, and I am familiar with the terrain. No matter where I hide it, it is not easy for Qiao Feng and his son to find it. However, Qiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan hated each other and followed him like shadows.

Xiao Yuanshan was the same age as him and his skills were similar. Murong Bo ran for a moment, but Xiao Yuanshan was hard to catch up. Qiao Feng was strong at the age of time, and his martial arts energy was the time to reach the peak. After exerting force, he rushed forward. When Murong Bo rushed to the gate of Shaolin Temple, Qiao Feng slapped out a palm several feet away, and the palm power had reached his back.

Murong Bo turned his palm back to block it, his whole body shook, his arms were faintly numb, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

"This Khitan puppy is so powerful!"

He turned sideways and flashed into the mountain gate.

Qiao Feng did not allow him to escape, and rushed forward. However, after Murong Bo entered the temple, he walked into the corridors everywhere. Although Qiao Feng's palm power was strong, he could no longer catch him. The three of them rushed to the Sutra Pavilion in a short while.
Chapter completed!