Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Chapter 25 Entering Shaolin at Night
Shaohua Mountain

As the residence of Shaolin in this world, it is now a time of trouble, especially the news sent by Zhou Xian and others during the day, which made Shaolin step up its vigilance.

At this time, night falls, and the road up the mountain can be said to be one step at a time. The bald heads are watching the surroundings vigilantly under the light of torches.

Suddenly, the monks felt a breeze blowing by, and subconsciously shrank their necks. The night wind was a bit cold.

Zhou Xian walked towards the mountain as if taking a leisurely stroll, covering a distance of about ten feet with one step, as if he had shrunk into an inch. The surrounding monks seemed not to see him, and just let him walk on the road with swagger.

But it was Zhou Xian's mental power that affected their five senses, making many monks unable to see his presence. Of course, this trick could only deal with warriors who had not yet opened their eyebrows.

At this time, the monk guarding the mountain obviously did not have a master who could open the ancestral aperture between the eyebrows. Of course, considering the strength of this world, such a master would not be sent to guard the mountain gate. That would be too extravagant.

Zhou Xian arrived at the Shaolin Temple unimpeded as if he were strolling through his own back garden. Zhou Xian did not hide his figure and walked straight towards the Main Hall in an elegant manner.

He could sense that there was a breath there that seemed to be waiting for him.

The Main Hall is still like daytime, with candles burning, giving the entire hall a solemn, peaceful and peaceful feeling.

Abbot Xinji sat quietly on the futon, facing the Buddha statue, gently beating the wooden fish in his hand, and the candlelight reflected peace on his face.

As Zhou Xian stepped into the main hall, Abbot Xinji struck the wooden fish with his hand. Without looking back, he pronounced the Buddha's name and said, "You are here."

It seemed that he had expected someone to come, but Abbot Xinji was not surprised at all.

Zhou Xian smiled slightly, not at all annoyed at being caught after entering Shaolin at night. After all, he was only here to trade, not to steal.

Seeing that Zhou Xian did not answer, Abbot Xinji slowly turned around, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, I wonder what's the reason for the donor's late night visit?"

"I'm here for your Shaolin skills."

Zhou Xian didn't hide anything and spoke directly.

Abbot Xinji couldn't help but be startled when he heard this, but he didn't expect Zhou Xian to admit it so generously. You know, each sect doesn't regard its own unique skills as its lifeblood. Now Zhou Xian actually admitted that he wanted their Shaolin unique skills.

"Amitabha, I believe that the donor's martial arts are not far from the peak of the innate world. Although Shaolin's martial arts has its subtleties, I think it should not be able to penetrate the donor's eyes."

Zhou Xian did not hide his cultivation. Abbot Xinji could tell at a glance that Zhou Xian's realm was only one step away from his current realm.

But when he reaches this state, it is more about comprehending the truth of heaven and earth and finally taking that step. As for the secret books, they are no longer of much use to them.

Zhou Xian smiled and said nothing. He naturally knew that the secrets in this world, except for the inheritance of the true meaning of Ananda's Pojie Sword, were at the enlightenment level at most, and there were very few that could directly access the exterior scenes.

He knew that Ananda Pojie Sword could not be obtained by himself, but the other secrets were what he needed now to enrich his martial arts.

Seeing that Zhou Xian just smiled and said nothing, Abbot Xinji also understood that the other person was determined to read the secrets of Shaolin.

Facing such a master, no one in the entire Shaolin Temple could be his opponent except himself.

Thinking of this, Xinji couldn't help but have a flash of murderous intent in his eyes. For the sake of Shaolin's incense inheritance, he was willing to sacrifice his life and become the angry-eyed Vajra.

There was a feeling of tension in the Main Hall. The burning candles seemed to be blown by the strong wind, swaying unsteadily, as if they would be blown out in the next moment.

As the atmosphere became more solemn, Zhou Xian suddenly said: "I can help Shaolin survive this crisis. In exchange, I need to read all the secret books of your temple."

Hearing this, he lowered his head with a calm heart, twisted the beads in his hands, and said nothing. Seeing this, Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "You want the disciples in the temple to leave Shaolin with their inheritance and preserve the fire for the future. How many people do you think they can escape, and how many people do you think they can escape?" Can they survive? Doercha will let them survive?"

Upon hearing this, Abbot Xinji couldn't help but tighten his hands, and suddenly Buddhist beads scattered in the main hall. Apparently Zhou Xian's words broke his ancient Zen mind.

After a long silence, Xinji suddenly raised his head and said, "How can you help Shaolin survive this crisis?"

As a monk, he should be compassionate, but when faced with the issue of Shaolin's inheritance, he had murderous intentions.

It became.

A flash of light flashed in Zhou Xian's eyes, and he smiled confidently and said: "Kill Duoercha."

"As long as you kill him, you will have time to transfer."

Hearing this, Abbot Xinji frowned, and seemed not to be optimistic about Zhou Xian. After all, in his perception, Zhou Xian had reached the late stage of innateness, and was still one step away from the peak of innateness, but this step difference was difficult to make up for. difference.

Seeing this, Zhou Xian smiled slightly and was not annoyed by the other party's distrust. He directly opened his mouth to invite a fight and said, "Master, how about we compete with each other?"

"Amitabha."

Abbot Xinji recited the Buddha's name, apparently agreeing with Zhou Xian's proposal.

"This place is the pure land of Buddhism. It's better to study elsewhere."

After saying that, Zhou Xian's feet moved, and his whole body was like a ghost in the darkness. Upon seeing this, the abbot's eyes were frozen. His whole body was motionless, but his body suddenly moved outside the main hall.

One of the two is like an immortal immortal walking through the Shaolin Temple, while the other is like a moving Buddha statue, his body does not move, but moves a certain distance with every movement.

"Great Movement Technique?"

The first thing Zhou Xian thought of was the Shaolin Temple's great movement technique. You can move on the ground without moving your feet or body. This is the unique skill of the Shaolin Temple.

Suddenly his feet swayed and he sped up again, his figure became more elegant. Upon seeing this, the abbot narrowed his eyes and moved his figure more frequently.

During the chase, the two of them were far away from the Shaolin Temple within a moment and stopped on a cliff.

Seeing Zhou Xian stop, Abbot Xinji also stopped, clasped his hands together and said: "The donor's Qinggong has reached the pinnacle, but I am not as good as me."

"The master's great teleportation technique is not bad either."

Zhou Xian looked at Abbot Xinji with his hands behind his hands, a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes.

"Ashamed, Pharaoh Kai has been cultivating for decades, and he has only scratched the surface. But he is not as talented as the donor." Xinji recited the Buddha's name with a look of shame on his face.

I feel like I've been tricked by this monk!
Zhou Xian's mouth twitched. Can fur reach this level? Just listen to what this old bald donkey says. If you really believe it, you may not even know how you were deceived.

Seeing what the abbot wanted to say, Zhou Xian interrupted directly: "No more nonsense, master, please!"

"Amitabha, donor, please."

(End of this chapter)