The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 73 Helping You Out
The woman's voice was hoarse, apparently disguised.

"Masters, I don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to come to your temple to borrow the Yijin Jing for a while, and return it immediately after finishing."

"Amitabha"

An old monk on the steps said: "The benefactor came to break into my Shaolin in the middle of the night. I'm afraid it's not to borrow, but to steal!"

"Old monk, don't spout blood."

The woman scolded: "I'm here to borrow, but you are shouting and beating and killing, you really insulted the reputation of Shaolin Temple."

At this time, another old monk shouted: "Don't listen to his nonsense, all the disciples will quickly take this thief down and hand it over to the Discipline Academy for punishment!"

"what!"

As soon as the old monk finished speaking, dozens of monks with long sticks surrounded the woman.

Dozens of monks danced their long sticks in unison, as if a net from heaven and earth were all falling on the woman.

There was no way for the woman to dodge, she escaped the attack from the monk in front, but was hit by the long sticks behind and beside her, she screamed again and again.

The woman's miserable cry aroused Yang Chengye's compassionate heart, he immediately stood up, and with a movement of his body, he appeared outside the encirclement of the monks in an instant, and nearly half of the monks were wounded by the powerful demon palm.

"Come with me!"

Yang Chengye grabbed the woman's arm, swayed, and ran out.

"Where to escape!"

There was a loud shout, followed by a sharp wind, which made the hairs on Yang Chengye's back stand up.

Yang Chengye didn't do what he wanted, turned around and turned around with all his strength, and slapped out with a palm, which intersected with the palm of an old monk. The old monk immediately groaned and flew backwards.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yang Chengye grabbed the woman's arm and disappeared into the night.

"Brother!"

Another old monk screamed and helped the old monk up.

"High, master..."

The old monk only said two words before spitting out blood, and then fainted.

"Come on!"

The old monk ordered the rest of the monks to pursue, while he carried the fainted old monk on his back and left quickly.

At this time, the Shaolin Temple was full of torches, and countless monks dispatched to arrest the intruders, which of course alarmed the pilgrims staying in the Shaolin Temple.

Yang Chengye originally planned to send the woman out of the temple and run directly towards the temple gate, but at this time dozens of monks were guarding the temple gate, each of them was on guard as if they were facing an enemy.

"It seems that it can't be sent out."

Yang Chengye muttered, and took the woman back to the meditation room where he lived.

Yang Chengye put the woman on the bed, turned around and closed the door to death.

"Thank you for your help!"

The woman thanked her in a hoarse voice.

Yang Chengye ignored it, but began to take off his night clothes.

"You, what do you want to do?"

Seeing Yang Chengye's movements, the woman exclaimed and moved her body backwards.

"Shut up if you don't want to be caught!"

While talking, Yang Chengye put away the night clothes he had changed.

Yang Chengye pushed the woman down on the bed, and then he lay beside the woman, grabbed the quilt and covered them both.

The woman also understood Yang Chengye's approach, obediently, she didn't make a sound, but her body trembled uneasily.

"Benefactor Yang, are you inside?"

Just as Yang Chengye lay down, the old monk Juexin's voice came from outside the door.

Yang Chengye planned to get up to open the door, but just as soon as he moved, the latch broke off, and then old monk Juexin walked in quickly.

Yang Chengye hurriedly covered the quilt, and asked the old monk Juexin: "Master Juexin, what do you mean?"

"Amitabha"

The old monk Juexin clasped his hands together, shouted the Buddha's name and said: "Sometimes some unknown people broke into the monastery. I was worried that it would be bad for the benefactor, so I came to check."

"Seeing that the benefactor is safe now, the old monk is relieved, and I will bid farewell!"

After the old monk Juexin finished speaking, he left the meditation room and closed the door by the way.

Just now when monk Juexin came in, Yang Chengye felt the body of the woman beside him tense, but now when monk Juexin left, his body relaxed, and he was about to lift the quilt and stand up, so Yang Chengye held him down.

At this time, the voice of the monk Juexin sounded again outside the meditation room: "Benefactor, I am leaving!"

Yang Chengye secretly laughed in his heart, such a small trick could fool me.

It wasn't until this moment that Yang Chengye got up and came to the window.

Outside the meditation room, the old monk Juexin said to the monks who followed him: "There is nothing unusual, go and look elsewhere!"

After the old monk Juexin finished speaking, he left with all the monks.

"Already gone, get up!"

Yang Chengye said to the woman on the bed.

As soon as Yang Chengye finished speaking, the woman on the bed lifted the quilt and sat up.

At this time, Yang Chengye could see the woman's face clearly, her face was black and blue, and there was a mole with black hair on her left cheek, and the monk's hat on her head was crooked, and it was about to fall off.

Yang Chengye laughed secretly, he dared to use such a clumsy disguise technique.

Yang Chengye had already seen that the woman had used the disguise technique, but compared to the disguise technique that Abi gave him, it was like heaven and earth.

"Thank you, son for saving me!"

The woman's voice was hoarse, and she thanked Yang Chengye.

Yang Chengye smiled and said, "Since it's a thank you, shouldn't you show your sincerity?"

Hearing this, the woman frowned and said, "What do you mean by that, sir?"

Yang Chengye said: "At the very least, you should take off your disguise, otherwise you really can't bear to look at this face."

"You, you know that I used disguise?"

After hearing Yang Chengye's words, the woman was shocked.

Yang Chengye laughed and said, "You think too highly of your disguise technique!"

Yang Chengye's words made the woman tangled up. The woman knew that Yang Chengye's martial arts were very high, and she had wounded dozens of monks in just a moment, and she took herself away.

The high level of lightness kung fu is unheard of, and I am not its opponent at all.

If I don't remove Yi Rong, if he makes a public announcement, I will be in trouble.

After struggling for a while, the woman reached out and tore off the human skin mask on her face.

Seeing the woman revealing her true face, Yang Chengye's eyes lit up.

Yang Chengye's guess was correct, this person was a woman, and she had a good appearance, bright eyes, bright teeth, and a high nose, which could only be described as round and round.

The only fly in the ointment is that his face is pale, probably because of the injury.

The woman did not dislike Yang Chengye's gaze, she was used to this kind of gaze, but Yang Chengye's gaze was different from others, only stunning and not frivolous.

Yang Chengye regained his composure and asked the girl, "Why did you break into the Sutra Pavilion of Shaolin Temple late at night to steal the Yijin Jing?"

The woman sighed and said: "Young master, to be honest, I am Song Huilin, the daughter of Song Jindao, the master of the Golden Knife Hall, because my father broke into an unnamed valley and got a strange book, and my tendons were damaged during cultivation. Be obsessed."

"Su Miracle Doctor said that only the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple can save my father, so I went to Shaolin Temple to borrow Yi Jin Jing."

"Miraculous Doctor Su?"

Yang Chengye frowned and asked, "Su Xinghe?"

　Readers, if you read it well, please feel free to cast your votes and bookmark them by the way, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)