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With a flash of white light, Zhou Chongwen once again returned to the table in the corner of the first floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Through the carved window, I looked at the moonlight. At the time when I left, the entire Sutra Pavilion was quiet. The door had been closed, but it was not locked. I guess it was reserved for Zhou Chongwen.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Zhou Chongwen's mind, and he quickly asked No. 1: "By the way, No. 1, quickly scan for me to see if there is a sweeping monk in the Sutra Pavilion!"

Zhou Chongwen now had a layer of cold sweat on his back. He was busy copying scriptures by himself, and he forgot about the sweeping monk in the Sutra Pavilion who was known as the best master of Tianlong.

Not long after, No. 1 replied: "After scanning, there is an old sweeping monk in the Sutra Pavilion, but he does not have martial arts."

"Huh!" Zhou Chongwen let out a long breath. Thinking about it, if the Shaolin Temple in the movie really existed, the sweeping monk would not have been wiped out by Ding Chunqiu.

After looking at the few scriptures he had just copied in his hand, Zhou Chongwen put the original version back on the bookshelf. Even the "Lenga Sutra" containing the Nine Sun Magic Skills, Zhou Chongwen also stuffed it back intact.

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When Zhou Chongwen thought about it, it was a good chance that he could learn the Nine-Yang Magic Technique. There was no need to cut off the path for future generations. If the scriptures were destroyed, then Zhang Wuji would not be able to learn it, and the subsequent plot might be

It will be changed. God knows whether this change will affect other things. Only by letting nature take its course can we better grasp the plot.

After thinking about it and finding that nothing was missing, Zhou Chongwen took the scriptures he had copied and walked out of the scripture collection pavilion. According to his own memory, he returned to the meditation room assigned to him.

**Speechless, at dawn the next day, Zhou Chongwen was woken up by the sounds of "hehehehaha" made by the martial arts monks in Shaolin Temple.

Opening the door, taking a breath of the fresh air that can be considered a luxury in the city, and feeling the pure Yang internal energy flowing continuously in his body, Zhou Chongwen couldn't help but feel very good.

"Amitabha, Almsgiver Zhou, did you sleep peacefully last night?" Just as Zhou Chongwen was standing at the edge of the square watching the monks performing long fists, Xuan Hui's voice came from beside him.

"Oh, Master, I had a peaceful sleep last night. Thank you for your hospitality!" Zhou Chongwen put his hands together in a salute. After all, Zhou Chongwen was quite polite after receiving someone else's magical power.

"Well, this poor monk came here to ask the donor to come down the mountain!" Xuan Hui said with a gloomy look hidden in her eyebrows.

"Oh?! Let me go down the mountain? I wonder if I have ever done anything out of the ordinary in the temple? If so, I will go to your temple to help you!" Zhou Chongwen's heart moved, and he secretly thought that the plot has begun?

"No, the donor was dedicated to worshiping the Buddha and did not do anything extraordinary. It's just that our temple received news yesterday that the old monster Ding Chunqiu from Xingxiu led his people to massacre the Quanzhen sect last night. Now, he has come to my Shaolin in large numbers, threatening to destroy the Quanzhen sect.

If you want to destroy my Shaolin, you will not be able to escape this disaster!" Xuan Hui said dejectedly, "The donor is not a monk of this temple, so he should not have suffered this disaster with our temple. It should be too late for the donor to go down the mountain and leave now. If

It’s too late, then...”

When Zhou Chongwen heard Xuan Hui's words, he sighed in his heart. He came here to practice the Yi Jin Jing, and he also took someone else's Nine Yang Magic Skill. He didn't expect that in turn, someone would come to remind him to run quickly.

If I leave now, wouldn't it be too kind? If I can help Shaolin Temple avoid this disaster, then...

Thinking of this, Zhou Chongwen made up his mind and said: "I see, I have been traveling all the way from Jiangnan and I have long heard that Ding Chunqiu kills people without blinking an eye, and that all the members of his Xingxiu Sect are also evil.

Ghost Yaksha is reincarnated, and everyone's hands are stained with blood. Huh, he is just an abandoned disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, but he dares to be so arrogant. It would be better if he doesn't come to mess with me, but if he comes, huh!"

"Oh?!" Xuan Hui couldn't help but be surprised when he heard Zhou Chongwen's words. He didn't understand where the young scholar in front of him, who seemed to know nothing about martial arts, had the courage to say these words.

Seeing Xuan Hui looking at him suspiciously, Zhou Chongwen smiled slightly, slowly stretched out his right foot, stepped lightly on the green brick in front of him, and then took it back again.

Just when Xuan Hui didn't understand what Zhou Chongwen was doing, a mountain breeze blew by.

Bricks, blown by the mountain wind, immediately turned into powder and flew away with the wind.

You must know that the large blue bricks in this martial arts arena are all carved from the best and hardest large bluestones on the mountain. Shaolin Temple has been built for hundreds of years, and there have been more than a thousand fights in this martial arts arena.

These big blue bricks were not damaged at all. I didn't expect that Zhou Chongwen's mere step would have such power.

"Amitabha, I am blind, but I didn't expect that Almsgiver Zhou is a master with unparalleled magical skills!" Xuan Hui sighed.

"I don't dare!" Zhou Chongwen said modestly, "Although I am not a martial arts hero, I still hate evil people like Ding Chunqiu who kill innocent people indiscriminately. This time, thanks to the convenience provided by your temple, I was able to copy the scriptures. I have no idea.

I will repay you, but please stay in your temple and help your temple fight off the evil thieves!"

"Amitabha, you are so good! The benefactor is truly bodhisattva-hearted. Thinking of the benefactor here, Ding Chunqiu did not dare to be presumptuous. On behalf of the thousands of people in this temple, I thanked the benefactor Zhou for his mercy!" Xuan Hui said in surprise when he heard this.

There are many martial arts masters in the world, but there are very few who can show off their skills like Zhou Chongwen. Even if Ding Chunqiu comes, he probably won't be able to get a good deal from Zhou Chongwen. As long as Zhou Chongwen is there to restrain him.

Living in Ding Chunqiu, the rabble under him will naturally be dealt with by the eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple, so there is nothing to worry about.

"Donor Zhou, I don't know if it is convenient now. If it is convenient, please follow me to meet the abbot, senior brother!" Xuan Hui thought for a while and said.

"Then Elder Lao will lead the way!" Zhou Chongwen nodded.

"Almsgiver Zhou, please follow me!" Xuan Hui heard the words and led the way, followed closely by Zhou Chongwen, and the two of them arrived at the abbot's monastery.

A few people sat down, and Xuan Hui explained to the abbot what Zhou Chongwen had just done and said one by one. The abbot was very happy when he heard what he said.

"Amitabha! Thank you very much, Almsgiver Zhou, for your mercy!" The abbot came to Zhou Chongwen, clasped his hands together, and bowed respectfully to Zhou Chongwen.

Zhou Chongwen hurriedly gave way, without receiving the abbot's courtesy, and stretched out his hand to help the abbot up.

However, as soon as his hand touched the abbot's arm, he felt a strong force coming from above. He tried to help him, but he didn't help him up.

Zhou Chongwen smiled slightly, thinking that the old monk wanted to try his own water!

Thinking of this, Zhou Chongwen laughed and said: "Abbott, there is no need to be polite, please get up quickly!" As he said that, the Nine Yangs in his body were circulating, and he helped the abbot up.

"Amitabha, Almsgiver Zhou has unparalleled miraculous powers, I am convinced!" The abbot looked at the young Zhou Chongwen and sighed.

"Haha, what, Master Abbot, are you testing my internal strength because you are afraid that I can't beat that old thief Ding Chunqiu?" Zhou Chongwen said jokingly.

"No, no, I'm testing Benefactor Zhou's inner strength because I don't want Benefactor Zhou to lose his life in vain. After all, looking at the appearance of Benefactor Zhou, he is young, and that old weirdo Ding has been a master who has been famous in the world for many years!"

Abbot Xuanci shook his head and said: "However, the inner strength of the benefactor is profound, which is not comparable to that of ordinary people like Lao Na. Li Qiu Shui of Tianya Hai Pavilion and Wu Xingyun of Lingjiu Palace of Tianshan Mountain are both known as gods on earth. If we compare with benefactor Zhou

, it has to be a little bit different, the title of this human god is not an exaggeration if Zhou Shiji comes!"

Xuan Ci's martial arts skills are far superior to Xuan Hui's. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to beat Ding Chunqiu even half a move in the original movie. If Ding Chunqiu hadn't transformed his martial arts into martial arts again, it's not certain who would win and who would lose.

As soon as he was supported by Zhou Chongwen, Xuanci felt that the internal energy coming from Zhou Chongwen's body was as strong as the sun, extremely hot, and as deep as the roaring river and sea, unpredictable, and that's when he had the emotion he just said.

"Haha, Abbot Xuanci is ridiculous! You are not a god, I am just an ordinary person with all kinds of emotions and desires. Now that I have accepted the favor from your temple, I naturally have to return a favor to your temple!" Zhou Chongwen laughed and said.

Xuanci didn't know that the favor Zhou Chongwen was talking about was the Nine-Yang Divine Art, and thought he was talking about copying scriptures. He had just seen several scriptures copied by Zhou Chongwen. They were all popular and could be found in any temple. He

I thought Zhou Chongwen said this because he didn't want to feel too grateful, so he couldn't help but feel more favorable towards Zhou Chongwen. The more he looked at Zhou Chongwen, the more he liked him. He sighed that God was wise and sent a savior to Shaolin Temple at this time!

"Amitabha, the benefactor's mercy, everyone in the Shaolin Temple should keep it in mind and wait until the next day to repay it! In the future, if the benefactor has any instructions for the temple, with this thing, the Shaolin disciples in the world will definitely help!" Xuanci

After saying the Buddha's name, he took out a dark green jade Buddha from his sleeve and handed it to Zhou Chongwen.

"Then you're welcome. Thank you, Abbot, for your kindness." Zhou Chongwen's heart moved and he accepted the Jade Buddha without refusing.

"Junior Brother Xuanhui, inform the whole temple not to panic. Just say that this temple has invited a top master to take charge. There is no need to be afraid of that old weirdo Ding. The warrior monks are practicing martial arts and the literary monks are chanting Buddha. Everything will remain as usual. Once it gets dark, we will

Let's put an end to that old monster Ding!" Xuanci said to Xuanhui next to him.

Xuan Hui nodded when he heard the words and took the order to retreat.

Later, Zhou Chongwen drank tea and chatted with Xuanci in the abbot's monastery. He listened to his explanation of Buddhism and asked some basic questions about martial arts. Although Xuanci felt strange, he still patiently explained everything in detail.

answer.

Xuanci and Zhou Chongwen, one a Shaolin eminent monk with profound Buddhist teachings, the other a visitor from later generations with extensive knowledge, chatted for a whole day until it was getting late.

Just as the two were tired and sitting there drinking tea, a young novice monk rushed in from outside the door and shouted in a panic: "It's not good! It's not good, Abbot!"

Xuanci frowned and shouted: "How unbecoming you are in such a panic!"

The young monk swallowed a sip of saliva, bowed and said, "Abbot Qi! A large group of people from the Xingxiu Sect besieged our temple. The temple gate has been lost and the people have entered the temple! They threatened to bloodbath my Shaolin and rob the Yi Jin Jing!"

Xuanci was slightly startled when he heard this, but when he thought that Zhou Chongwen was around again, he was not too timid. He nodded, waved away the little novice monk, then turned to Zhou Chongwen and said, "Donor Zhou, what do you think?"

Zhou Chongwen chuckled: "Abbott, don't be alarmed! I'll go meet Ding Chunqiu later and see which one is more powerful, his Hua Gong** or my Nine-Yang Magic!"

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the abbot's monastery. Seeing this, Xuanci followed quickly.