Accompanied by the bell from Shaolin Temple, the night opened, sweeping across the entire earth. The bright moonlight gently poured down the light all over the ground, and the bright stars decorated the vast sky.

When the moonlight quietly fell into the clouds, three black shadows flew out from the eaves. Zong Zheng, Xian Jie and Xue Xue jumped into the roof.

Sadness is that Shaolin disciples often sneak down the mountain to eat wine and meat, so he went up and down the mountain, even if there were all the routes in the temple to avoid patrol, so under his guidance, the three of them came to the roof opposite the Sutra Pavilion.

The three of them lay on the roof, and under the cover of night, the disciples who were inspecting the past did not notice it at all.

I once thought of bringing Zong Zheng to Shaolin with Guangming Zheng, but I thought of Zong Zheng’s special identity and that he could not say it for his true identity. Of course, this letter could not be given to Zong Zheng legitimately. I also knew that Zong Zheng was resentful and wronged in the martial arts world back then, but I was afraid that it would be difficult to convince several uncles and brothers in the temple to cause conflicts again, which would further deepen the misunderstanding. After thinking about it, I had to take Zong Zheng secretly to get it.

This Sutra Pavilion is a forbidden area in Shaolin. It contains much more than martial arts books. The secrets in this Sutra Pavilion are also mysterious. This is both a forbidden area and a place in the Shaolin Dragon Pond. No one can know the depth of the water.

When Zong Zheng first entered the martial arts world, he didn't know the depth of Shaolin at all. He turned his head and asked in a low voice: "Master, where is the scroll of books in the Sutra Pavilion?"

Sadly replied: "I remember there was a small box at the bottom of the bookshelf on the right side of the door. The letters were stored in the box. The location has not changed for many years. They should still be there."

Zong Zheng let out a 'oh', then stared at the Sutra Pavilion with bright eyes, gestured with his hands.

"Boy, are you going to force yourself? That's not possible!" Looking at Zong Zheng's eagerness to try, he couldn't help but remind him nervously,

Zong Zheng shook his head slightly, and then said to the sadness: "Master, in a moment, you will go down and lead the disciples under the Sutra Pavilion away."

Then she turned her head to Xianjie on the other side and said, "Xian'er, after the master leads away the people below, you will fly to the Sutra Pavilion. When you see someone, you will fight for a moment and then leave. Remember, don't fight."

Xianjie replied softly: "Yes, OK."

Sadly saw Zong Zheng's intention and praised: "Boy, your plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain is very good! However, I would like to remind you not to destroy the Sutra Pavilion."

Zong Zheng knew his sad concerns. After all, he was a disciple of Shaolin and was from Shaolin. He replied: "Master, don't worry, I just went in and got the letter, so I wouldn't damage the books and scriptures inside."

After hearing Zong Zheng’s promise, he said with a sad saying, “The old monk goes down first.” He was about to fly down.

Zong Zheng immediately pulled the sorrow and reminded him: "See you at the fork in the small grove."

"Remember." After saying that, he was sad and wore a mask, flew down and headed towards the Sutra Pavilion.

The disciples who were patrolling below saw someone flying over and shouted, "There is an assassin, come here."

Then the dark hills lie around the trees all surged out, and the sadness was not surprising at all. He knew this very well.

After a fight, several disciples on duty in the Sutra Pavilion also wanted to go down to support him when they saw this. Just as they were about to go downstairs, the voice of an old monk Canghou came from the Sutra Pavilion, "This is to dig the tiger away from the mountain. You just need to guard the gate and don't have to go anywhere." After saying a word, the house returned to quiet.

The disciples answered in unison: "Yes, Master Uncle." Then they withdrew back to the corridor of the Sutra Pavilion and took a twelve-point mental warning.

Sadly, he saw that the fight also turned over and flew away from the wall, and the disciples immediately chased after him with sticks.

When Xianjie saw the people below chased Xue Xia, she immediately followed Zong Zheng's plan and leaped to the Sutra Pavilion. Several disciples on duty on the gate immediately alerted and raised their sticks to greet him. Xianjie did not dare to unshewn his sword, but only greeted him with a sword sheath. In just a moment, the disciples were beaten and screamed and lay down to the ground.

As the disciples fell down one by one, Xianjie carefully pushed open the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

When the door opened, an old monk with white eyebrows was sitting cross-legged on the aisle, his eyes closed, and his old hands slowly turned the rosary, kind and peaceful, without any sense of tension and panic. This person was the master Kuzhi, a monk of the Ku generation of the Ku family.

"The donor came to this Sutra Pavilion and didn't know what he wanted?" asked with a deep pain, and his eyebrows were very magnanimous.

Xian Jie did not reply and thought to herself: "Brother Zheng told me not to fight, I have to lead this monk away as soon as possible. If the disciple who pursues Master Sadness is driven back, I am afraid that Brother Zheng will be in again and will be difficult!"

So Xianjie didn't answer, raised her scabbard and stabbed her. Before she could open her eyes, she instantly clamped the scabbard with her two palms. Xianjie struggled but couldn't move, and looked shocked. She didn't expect that the old monk in front of her would have the ability to replace her ears.

But when he was in pain, he was stunned. He knew that he was holding a long sword but a scabbard. He knew that the person who came was not a vicious person.

Xianjie subconsciously used her left hand to throw the books on the rack into pain, but when she thought of her brother's promise to not damaging the scriptures, she retracted her left hand in time.

Then he had to pull out the scabbard and raise his sword to stab him to the point of pain, but he also reduced three points of his strength, for fear of injury.

Master Kuzhi felt a vague sense of cold sword energy, and his eyes opened and stood up, and then he used internal force to squeeze the long sword into his fingers. A icy air immediately invaded his fingers, which was so scared that he was "Ah! Water Bing Jian." Then he took the opportunity to pull Xian Jie and the others and the sword back.

Xian Jie retreated to the back of Kuzhi's body with the force of Kuzhi. Although she raised her sword to face her, she couldn't bear to take action again. She just wanted to evacuate quickly. When she saw a broom on the Buddha altar, she thought that a broom was insignificant, so she used her left hand to throw the broom to Kuzhi. Kuzhi brushed her sleeves and wanted to bounce the broom away, but for some reason, she stopped temporarily.

Taking advantage of this moment, Xianjie picked up the scabbard and left.

As he thought of the water Bing Jian, he immediately flew to chase after him. When he left the door, he saw a group of disciples lying on the ground and wailing, and ordered: "You should send someone to ask for support immediately."

Then he was so distressed that he chased Xianjie's figure.

When Zong Zheng saw Xianjie entering the cabinet for a long time, he was very worried. He wanted to go in and see what was going on, but suddenly he saw Xianjie jumping out safely, and he felt at ease.

When Zong Zheng saw an old monk flying out behind Xianjie, he knew that the strategy had worked, so he immediately flew to the Sutra Pavilion. The disciples were injured. Before he could react, Zong Zheng pointed them into the Sutra Pavilion one by one, and then walked carefully into the Sutra Pavilion. Seeing that there was no one in the pavilion, he followed the position mentioned by Master Wu Ai to the bottom of the right side of the Sutra Pavilion.

Zong Zheng searched carefully for a while and took out a small box from the shelf. There was a little dust on the box, and there was a small lock on it. Zong Zheng gathered his internal force and shocked the small lock. The lock opened. Zong Zheng untied the small lock and opened the box. He saw that there was indeed a scroll of notes inside. There was a piece of white paper left on the scroll, which wrote eight words: "Zong Wei's request, Shaolin'. Zong Zheng took out the scroll and opened it and saw that the words mentioned above were all in the words of the Heavenly Words, and he didn't understand at all. Thinking of the tight time, he had to roll the scroll of notes and put it in his arms, then covered the box and put it back in his original place.

Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly mixed by the broom under his feet after walking a few steps. Zong Zheng looked at his feet and saw that it was a broom. He didn't care at all, but in an instant he saw something on the bamboo handle's head. He looked down and looked carefully. Sure enough, there was indeed a book of books on the bamboo handle's head. He couldn't help but wonder: "Who is actually hiding the books on the broom, strange!"

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Zong Zheng leaned down and picked up the broom, pulled out the book, trying to see which book it was. When he opened it, he found that it was the "The Great Buddha's True Sutra". Zong Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up, full of surprise.

Suddenly, a noisy sound came from outside. Zong Zheng knew that reinforcements had arrived, so he immediately hid the scriptures in his arms and immediately jumped away.

After the monks led a group of monks to the Houshanzhu Forest, he wanted to quietly bypass the disciples and head towards the woods. At this moment, the grief and grief came. The grief and grief fought for several rounds and were defeated by grief and took the opportunity to take off their masks. Gief and grief recognized grief through the moonlight and shouted: "Junior brother, why is it you?"

Seeing that the grief and angry senior brother had seen through it, he immediately stopped the fight and looked at grief and angry with shame.

He said sadly and excitedly: "Junior brother, where have you been going over the years? We have never found you. Several uncles and brothers miss you! Why don't you come back?"

He explained sadly and ashamedly: "Since my junior brother was wronged, I feel sorry for you, my senior brothers and uncles, and I have no face to face you."

He asked in grief and anger: "Junior brother, don't you know yet? We have found out that it was done by the man named Zongzheng, and Zongjian Sect personally sent someone to apologize."

He replied sadly: "I already know about this, and I still know that you are working together to kill that Zongzheng."

He blamed him grief and angrily: "Since you already know, why haven't you been back? It has caused us to look for you everywhere."

Sadness is an anxious temper, and finally couldn't help it and said bluntly: "Senior Brother, my junior brother always thought that the murderer behind this was not the Zongzheng. I have been secretly investigating this matter for the past year, so I have never returned to the temple."

Seeing that it was not appropriate to speak here, he held his sad hand and said, "Let's not talk about these for now. You can go back with me first. If you have anything to say, you might as well say in front of your brothers and uncles, everyone misses you very much."

I thought that I would go back to the small forest to meet Zong Zheng, so I wanted to refuse, but I pulled myself back to the temple, so I had to leave with grief and anger.

Xianjie was so painful that she was reluctant to leave her. The master was so skilled that she was very skilled. Later, she jumped over and jumped to Xianjie and blocked Xianjie's way.

Xian Jie held the sword and faced each other, but she was very distressed but had no intention of fighting. He knew that Xian Jie had no intention of killing, and would not have shown mercy just now. He just asked Xian Jie, "How come you have the Water Ice Sword?"

When Xian Jie heard this, she did not answer. Instead, she was confused. The Water Ice Sword had just begun. How did he know that the sword I used in my hand was the Water Ice Sword, so he asked, "How do you know this is the Water Ice Sword?"
Chapter completed!