The narration system of Wuxia Journey

At this time, in the Sutra Library, Zhang Junbao's true energy moved with his heart, and the true energy went through the twelve floors, passed through the eight extraordinary meridians, and finally entered the Dantian; then it came out from the Dantian and filled the whole body.

Under the leadership of Abbot Hui, the Shaolin monks and the Jiangnan martial arts forces led by Yi Jifeng have arrived outside the Sutra Library.

Ten steps away from the Sutra Library, Yi Jifeng raised his eyebrows, stopped, and said inexplicably: "Masters, good kung fu!!!"

Before others could react, they saw that there were already three old monks at the door of the Sutra Library. The three of them were wearing monk robes that had not been washed for a long time, and their thick beards were already knotted.

"Amitabha!!!"

The three of them put their palms together and saluted at the same time. One of them said, "Donor Yi is young, but he has been in the true qi for a hundred years. He has sharp ears and eyes, and the sword is with him. The three of us are not as good as him."

"Master, you are great! Master, you have the true qi of Buddhism. You look old and decrepit, but you are full of vitality. The Buddhist mind method is indeed unique." Yi Jifeng looked at the three people and said.

The three of them stood there, forming three talents. As their true qi flowed, they were faintly connected outside their bodies, as if there was an invisible channel running through the meridians of the three people.

If these three people joined forces, even Yi Jifeng would feel a little tricky. They must be part of Shaolin's heritage.

At this time, several people in the crowd kept communicating with each other with their eyes, as if they came here specifically for this purpose.

The three old monks saluted Le Hui, then sat cross-legged at the door of the Sutra Library, closed their eyes and chanted scriptures, and ignored the outside world.

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Liaohui looked at the closed door of the Sutra Library and said to Liaoyin beside him: "Please ask Master Chengkong to come out!"

Liaoyin nodded, bowed to the three monks at the door, and pushed the door open and walked in. After a moment, Liaoyin opened the door, looked hesitant, and shook his head at Liaohui!

Abbot Liaohui's expression froze, because before the heroes came to pay their respects, he had already notified Chengkong and ordered him to stay in the Sutra Library and not go out.

But at this time, Liaoyin meant that Chengkong was not in the Sutra Library at all, how could this convince the heroes.

But before Liaohui could speak, someone in the crowd asked in a sarcasm: "Is this Master Chengkong not in the Sutra Library? It can't be possible? The Sutra Library is such an important place, but he can leave at will. Wouldn't Shaolin martial arts have been lost outside long ago!"

The heroes all nodded, obviously thinking that this was the truth.

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Liao Hui chanted the Buddha's name and explained: "Since this temple has allowed you to come here, we will not break our promise. Otherwise, why would we agree to it!"

Some people nodded, thinking that it was true; others thought that Shaolin wanted to take the opportunity to shirk responsibility, and the previous promise was just to delay time, and people's hearts were unsettled for a while.

Abbot Liao Hui was also in a headache. At this time, things were beyond his control again and again, and he was already a little tired of dealing with it.

And if these people were provoked again, they were so close to the Sutra Library at this time. Once they were attacked by a group, the scriptures and martial arts secrets in the Sutra Library would probably be looted. If Shaolin took heavy measures, how could it respect the martial arts world in the future!

Abbot Liaohui made up his mind, and immediately turned around to discuss with several fellow disciples, and then took a breath and said...

"Since Master Chengkong is not here, I will open the Sutra Library in the name of Shaolin Abbot. Donor Yi, who will you choose to enter the library?"

"I have said before that only three people can enter the library at a time, accompanied by the three uncles of our temple. No one is allowed to leave the sight of the three uncles for any reason, otherwise the three uncles have the right to take action and expel you!"

Yi Jifeng nodded. He did not need the martial arts secrets of Shaolin Temple, so he naturally had no objection to this. He turned around and was about to discuss with everyone to nominate ten people.

The next moment, he suddenly looked up and looked at a window on the second floor of the Sutra Library, as if he could see the Sutra Library through the thick black gold wooden board.

The next moment, the three people sitting cross-legged at the door of the Sutra Library stood up at the same time, took a step, and were already beside Yi Jifeng, looking there at the same time.

"Uncle Master..." Abbot Liao Hui was startled and asked hurriedly.

Before he could finish, he heard a "hum" sound, and then a warm vitality with compassion and Zen mixed with the pure sun emerged.

The three monks and Liao Hui and others were a little puzzled. This aura was obviously caused by someone who had achieved great martial arts and revealed his true martial arts when his true energy was full and surging.

"When did the temple have such a master? In time, he will be another holy monk!" Liao Hui recalled all the monks in Shaolin Temple in his mind, but there was no target worthy of doubt.

At this time, with a few "clicks", the attic made of black gold wood that was originally invulnerable to swords and weighed more than a thousand pounds wasCracks appeared on the wall.

The next moment, a circle of true qi, carrying countless wooden fragments, splashed around, and the true qi ring radiated to the distance!

Yi Jifeng raised his hands lightly, and two true qi pushed forward with his palms, turning into dense and fine sword qi, turning into a sword qi tornado around the martial arts heroes, tearing all the splashing wooden fragments into powder.

The three Shaolin monks joined forces and stood in front of Hui and others. A thin layer of golden light stood in front of the three people. The wooden fragments brought waves, but could not break through the golden light, and fell in a circle in front of the three monks.

Immediately after the change, a wooden box made of black gold wood fell from the attic, rolled on the ground, and fell in front of everyone.

The wooden box bounced on the ground a few times, but it never opened. A closer look showed that the lock on the outside of the wooden box was locked.

It turned out that after Zhang Junbao fell into the wooden box, the lid of the wooden box fell off, invisibly locking the lock again, and he was practicing Qi in the box, his Qi was full and surging, but he was locked in the narrow wooden box.

Invisibly, just like Zhang Wuji got into the "Qian Kun Yi Qi Bag", the Qi could not spread, and under the constant pressure, it went faster and faster in his body.

The Qi was like the Yangtze River, one after another, and the unopened gate in his body was finally opened, the Ren and Du meridians met, the Yin and Yang merged, and the power of the Qi reached a new level.

"Not good, someone is practicing Qi in the box, it's going to explode here, quickly disperse!" Yi Jifeng and the three monks changed their faces, and immediately pushed with both palms, pushing the heroes and Shaolin monks back one after another.

The four people kicked their feet and retreated without stopping. The next moment, with a bang, the wooden box exploded in all directions, and the stone slabs on the ground originally paved with rocks shattered, and the dust formed by powder flew everywhere.

When the dust cleared, a handsome young monk wearing monk's robes was seen sitting cross-legged on a wooden board. He was sweating profusely and his eyes were tightly closed.

"Jun Bao!" Yi Jifeng said in surprise.