Journey to the West: Looting of Ten Thousand Worlds

Shaolin Temple is the most powerful sect in the world. It has gone through countless dynasties and remains prosperous.

For Wu Xiaoyu, how could such a place be easily entered? When she saw lay disciples worshiping from a distance, she couldn't help but feel envious.

But today, she felt like she was in a dream!

I was taken to a courtyard in a daze and saw a tall and handsome Mr. Zhou.

Then, he was held by the hand of Mr. Zhou who had a very healing smile, and flew all the way to the Shaolin Temple like a stream of light in the wind.

Even though she had her feet on the ground and stood firm in front of the Shaolin Temple, she still felt her body was floating and her head was dizzy: How come you are coming in like this?! Who is Young Master Zhou this time? Okay, what an amazing Qing Gong! It is simply unheard of and unseen!

"Remember to identify that young man to me later."

The voice of Mr. Zhou came to my ears.

Wu Xiaoyu shook her head to wake herself up. She looked sideways and saw Mr. Zhou staring at her with bright eyes. Her cheeks heated up and her eyes wandered. She reached out and put her hair behind her ears. Here,

For a moment she regretted not dressing up properly.

Seeing Mr. Zhou's unsullied appearance, looking like a man among gods, and then looking at his dirty and tattered clothes, Wu Xiaoyu suddenly felt inferior and timid for no reason.

"Are you listening to me?"

Zhou Yi waved his hand in front of Wu Xiaoyu's face very strangely. Why is this young man's face so red now?

He didn't know Wu Xiaoyu's gender. It was just because Wu Xiaoyu was too thin and her face was dark and black. It was really difficult to identify her without distinguishing carefully.

"Um. Oh. Ah, what did you just say?"

Wu Xiaoyu's cheeks were so hot that she could steam buns. She felt a little embarrassed and said hurriedly.

Zhou Yi said it again.

"good!"

Wu Xiaoyu suppressed the shyness and inferiority in her heart and nodded heavily, "I can identify you."

"Very good, come with me."

The Book of Changes has a map of Shaolin Temple.

The map was bought by Lu Youjiao and the others at a huge price. In this war-torn era, money can still be used to communicate with the gods. If you throw money at it, both the black and white will take it all, and there will be many channels to get the information Zhou Yi wants.

According to the map, Zhou Yi held Wu Xiaoyu's hand all the way, his figure was like lightning, and after avoiding more than a dozen waves of monks, he came to the west wing.

In the open space on one side of the west wing, there are many Shaolin lay disciples practicing martial arts.

Zhou Yi hid in the dark and asked Wu Xiaoyu to identify him.

"It's not them."

Wu Xiaoyu looked at it with bright eyes for a while, shook her head and said.

"oh?"

Zhou Yi thought for a while, pulled Wu Xiaoyu, and rushed into the west wing. Still not finding the target, he decisively took Wu Xiaoyu and flew to the Sutra Pavilion.

Along the way, Wu Xiaoyu felt like a ghost, and she felt like she was flying all the way! Even her soul felt like it was floating in the sky!

She really feels so unreal!

How high is Mr. Zhou’s martial arts skills this week?!

He actually regarded the eminent monks of Shaolin Temple as if they were nothing. He was so distracted all the way that he arrived at the famous Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. Even the two first-class masters stationed there didn't even have time to react and take action.

move!

this……

Really awesome!

Wu Xiaoyu looked at Zhou Yi with admiration and admiration, thinking: He is so good-looking, his martial arts skills are ridiculously high, and his social status seems to be very high... However, such a young man is holding my hand at this moment.

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When she thought of this, her heart couldn't help but beat faster.

"Is it him?"

Zhou Yi pointed to a corner where a young man was pretending to read, looked at Wu Xiaoyu, and whispered.

"Yes. That's him."

Wu Xiaoyu took one look and recognized this ruthless young man. Back in the city, it was this man who killed a wealthy man in a secret passage with extremely cruel methods. She will never forget it in her life.

"Um."

Zhou Yi let go of his hand, floated up, came behind the young man, patted his shoulder, "Huo Dou."

"Hmm. Don't bother me, I'm studying the Bible, um..."

The young man replied instinctively, but soon he reacted, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly turned his head to look behind him, and what he saw was a very handsome young man, "You, who are you?"

The young man is none other than Huo Dou.

Following Kublai Khan's order, he went south to the Shaolin Temple. After much effort, he finally got the approval a week ago and sneaked into the Sutra Pavilion to read.

He had just discovered clues in the past few days, and especially today, he was about to get the full result! Unexpectedly, at such a time, he was called out by this young man by his real name.

He was frightened, angry and frightened, and wanted to slap the young man to death to prevent his real name from being leaked and causing death!

But this is obviously not the place to do anything. He rolled his eyes, stood up, and whispered, "I don't care how you know me, but if you push me, you will never get good results."

Eat, we might as well take a step back, and you pretend not to see me, and I pretend not to know you. How about we each go our own way?"

"hehe."

Seeing this man's reaction, Zhou Yi knew that he was really Huo Dou. He immediately smiled, used the soul-transferring technique, and stared into Huo Dou's eyes, "Look into my eyes and speak. Say, what did you get?"

"I, I got a scripture."

Huo Dou's eyes struggled for a moment, but for a moment, they became dim and dull.

"Where is the scripture?"

"Most of the scriptures are placed in the west wing. I am looking for the remaining half."

"Give me what you find."

"yes."

Huo Dou took out a few pieces of paper from his arms with a dull expression.

Zhou Yi glanced at it and recognized that the mysterious skills recorded in this paper must be the Nine Yang Manual. Because the essence contained in this page was far beyond ordinary martial arts, Zhou Yi could not think of anything else besides the Nine Yang Manual.

"Where's the rest?"

"It should be in this book."

Huo Dou raised the book in his hand.

Zhou Yi took it over and saw that the book was the Lankavatara Sutra!

It occurred to me that the Nine Yang Sutra was hidden among the four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra. Now I only see one volume here. Needless to say, Huo Dou must have hidden the rest in the place he mentioned.

He was secretly glad in his heart.

If he had arrived a day or two late, Huo Dou might have obtained the entire Nine Yang Manual and sneaked out of the Shaolin Temple.

It's not too late to come now.

He picked up the Lankavatara Sutra and looked through it carefully. He found the rest of the scriptures in the cracks and immediately took Huo Du and Wu Xiaoyu to the west wing.

At this moment, many lay disciples have entered the west wing room.

But when they just discovered Zhou Yi and were about to open their mouths to ask questions, Zhou Yi waved his hand and performed the acupuncture technique out of thin air. Daoqi flew in the air, and in just one breath, he tapped all the acupoints of three or five lay disciples.

"hiss!"

Wu Xiaoyu gasped and felt her eyes were opened!

It was close to the acupuncture point before!

Now there is a point in the air?!

This martial arts is amazing!

"Find the scripture and give it to me."

Zhou Yi looked at Huo Dou.

With a dull look on his face, Huo Dou walked to the third bed, picked up the pillow, tore open a corner, and pulled out a small stack of book pages.