"Mr. Murong, you said just now that someone actually knew that the little monk was coming to Shaolin Temple to borrow the "Yi Jin Jing"? How is this possible?" If you could see the expression clearly, Jiumozhi must have his eyes wide open and his face turned pale. Moreover, soon, he subconsciously turned his head and looked at Luo Yuchen.

"National Master, don't look at me like this. Tonight, I am one of the victims!" As soon as Luo Yuchen said this, Xuan Ci, Xuan Ji and other old monks changed slightly, but it was already this time, and Luo Yuchen didn't care much about their reactions. "National Master, I remember you said that the news about the monks in India and the Shaolin Yijin Jing was also told by others?"

"Huh? Are you talking about the people on the sacred mountain?" Jiumozhi shook his head slightly and said, "It should be true that there are indeed many strange people around the people on the sacred mountain, and some people seem to have a great influence on him..."

"Amitabha, good, good..." Abbot Xuanci suddenly sighed, revealing an extremely complicated expression: "Oh, why bother? Although the "Yi Jin Jing" is my Shaolin treasure, this sutra is recorded in Sanskrit, and the martial arts principles are even more profound and unfathomable. Even if I, Shaolin monks, can only understand it. As for outsiders, it is almost impossible to understand without the foundation of Shaolin martial arts. I didn't expect that it would attract so much covetousness..."

"Hmph, donor Murong, Master Jiumozhi, you two are also considered to be Taishan Beidou in the world. Unexpectedly, they would do such a thing as a rooster crowing and dog robbery!" Compared with the gentle Abbot Xuanci, Xuan Ji, who is in charge of the precepts, is much more popular. "It's over, Master, please hand over the "Yi Jin Jing"!"

"It should be so!" With a big eye, Jiumozhi discovered that although Qiao Feng had not yet joined Xuan Nan, Xuan Ku and others, their vigilance and guarding each other had faded. Obviously, if he wanted to do it again, Xuan Ku and others would not stand aside and watch coldly! He sighed slightly, and then he took out a square piece of oil paper from his arms and held it up in both hands: "The little monk was ashamed, Wu Xin was instigated by the traitor and committed greed, and he was really ashamed... The treasure scriptures of the temple are here, and now they will return the jade to Zhao..."

"It's great to know that mistakes can be corrected. Congratulations to the national master, you will be back from the lost path..." Abbot Xuanci smiled, and while talking clichés, he was about to reach out to get the oil paper package. Xuan Ji, Xuan Nan, Qiao Feng and others, except for Luo Yuchen and Xu Zhu who were still confronting the Murong family father and son, everyone else focused their attention, and stared at Jiumozhi with seven or eight pairs of twinkling eyes. Even with his cultivation, he felt the pressure was endless and he dared not act rashly at all...

However, the reason why accidents are accidents is that they often happen when people think they are impossible - just when Abbot Xuanci's finger touches the oil paper package, he suddenly heard a bang explosion, and then a dazzling firework rose outside the wall, and then a colorful and beautiful firework suddenly bloomed in the night sky!

"Huh? Be careful!" The sudden fireworks surprised everyone present slightly. At this moment, Jiumozhi's hands shook suddenly, and the oil paper wrapped in the Yijin Jing immediately flew high with a "while"! Immediately afterwards, he flipped his hands and grabbed Abbot Xuanci's wrist like lightning. Moreover, at the same time, Jiumozhi even shouted loudly, "The Yijin Jing is for you, Xiaoyou Luo, take the thing and leave!"

"Hey, it seems that I didn't read the almanac before going out today. Why are people throwing dirty water on me? " Luo Yuchen was so angry, especially when someone responded to Jiumozhi's shout and subconsciously rushed towards him, he was really amused and amazed: "Master Xuannan, please see clearly, okay? The package did not fly towards me..."

Indeed, Jiumozhi's loud shout was purely to distract everyone's attention. In fact, the direction of the package being thrown out was Qiao Feng's direction! After subconsciously rushing to this side for a few steps, Xuan Nan reacted, then snorted coldly, and turned to rush towards Qiao Feng: "Hmph, flys do not bite seamless eggs, you are not a good person... Qiao Feng, put down the "Yi Jin Jing"!"

"Hmph, judge a gentleman's abdomen by the heart of a villain!" Qiao Feng also snorted coldly in response to Xuannan's scolding. Moreover, he didn't even look at the oil-paper package flying over. He just looked at the air and held it. After shaking it, he swung to the side. The flying package immediately changed direction, drew a perfect arc, and fell into Master Xuanku's arms!

"Huh?" Master Xuanku subconsciously reached out to catch the "Yijin Jing". Xuanji, Xuannan and others immediately let go of Qiao Feng, rushed forward in a swarm, surrounding Master Xuanku in the middle...

"Haha, ridiculous, ridiculous, didn't you say that the four elements of monks are empty? Why are you so tightly locked by such an outsider now?" In the sarcastic laughter, everyone's eyes were attracted, and then Abbot Xuanci's face was full of helplessness and shame, and had already been locked by Jiumozhi's wrist pulse gate and lost the power of resistance!

"Ah, senior brother of the abbot!" Xuan Ji and others were shocked. Unexpectedly, Abbot Xuan Ci was completely defeated by Jiumozhi within a few moves and captured alive: "Jimozhi, what do you want to do? Why don't you let go of Senior Brother of the abbot quickly?"

"Hey, you old monks are very familiar with the matter. The prisoners you finally caught are not good at all, so you want the little monk to let go for nothing?" Ignoring the monk's solemn appearance of the monk, and only looking at this answer, he is like a living bandit. Seeing this situation, Master Xuanji's eyes were about to spit out, "Jiumozhi, let go of the abbot's senior brother. We will not pursue the matter tonight. We will let you go freely later..."

"Hmph, isn't it easy to leave Shaolin Temple with Master Abbot's guidance?" Jiumozhi sneered, and a greedy look emanated from his eyes again: "Stop talking nonsense, return the "Yi Jin Jing" to me, otherwise, you will be ready to choose another abbot!"

"What?" The old monks' faces changed drastically. It took a long time to react. Then they shouted in a furious voice: "Greedy! Imagination..."

"Oh, it seems that you are planning to choose another abbot?" Jiumozhi sneered, tightened his hand, and staggered Abbot Xuanci. At the same time, he shouted harshly: "Make a decision quickly, is it to take the life of the old monk Xuanci, or a dead thing "Yijin Jing"? Give you ten breaths, make a decision quickly, I don't have time to bargain with you slowly!"

"Amitabha, don't think too much!" Xuan Ji and others were still hesitating, but Abbot Xuan Ci suddenly spoke and said anxiously and quickly: "Junior Brother Xuan Ji, I'm going to order you to take over as the presidency immediately..."

Even Jiumozhi's reaction speed still didn't have time to react. When he wanted to stop him, Xuanci had already given the order to pass the throne. His face suddenly changed, and he lowered his hand halfway down and did not click Xuanci's mute acupoint: "Oh, why bother, Master Xuanci, the little monk, did not want to take the "Yijin Jing" for himself, but he just wanted to borrow it. Why should the master be so stingy? He had to burn both jade and stone?"

"Well? Jiumozhi, are you saying true? Do you really want to borrow it?" Xuan Ji's face moved slightly, and he suddenly said, "That's not something that cannot be discussed. We..." Before he finished speaking, Abbot Xuan Ci's face changed drastically and shouted sternly: "Stop it! Xuan Ji, the "Yi Jin Jing" is my treasure of the Shaolin temple. How can I show it to outsiders at will? Don't say too much, I have decided, you should take over now! Just remember to take down this monk and avenge me!"

After the last words, Xuanci's eyes turned slightly, he looked at Xu Zhu deeply, and then took a deep breath. Then, the true energy fluctuations on his body suddenly became violent and intense! Jiumozhi was shocked, as if he had seen a ghost, and his voice was a little distorted: "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Stop, stop..."

"Abbot, no!" At the critical moment, Xu Zhu's reaction was also very fast. While pounced towards Xuan Ci, his hands and ten fingers also bounced rapidly, hitting countless finger winds into Xuan Ci's acupoints, and suppressing the boiling true energy in his body again! Xuan Ci's expression was complicated and he smiled bitterly: "Oh, I'm asking for kindness and getting kindness, why should you stop me..."

"Seeking Ren and getting Ren? Humph, how could it be so easy?" Before Xu Zhu came to the front, he had already solved Xuan Ci's self-destruction crisis from the air. However, Jiumozhi found another opportunity, and reached out his hand again, grabbed Xuan Ci's vein again, and captured him again! However, this time, he had just grabbed Xuan Ci's vein. Xu Zhu's hand had already grabbed Xuan Ci's other arm. Without hesitation, he shouted loudly, and then pulled Xuan Ci over: "You monk, let go!"

"Ah, Beiming Divine Art?" As he was very accomplicated, Jiumozhi really let go of his hand while Xu Zhu shouted loudly, but from the shocked and angry expression on his face, it was obvious that this must have been not his voluntary: "You, why are you like the boy of the Duan family, able to absorb people's internal energy?!"
Chapter completed!