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

Chapter 26 The deal is concluded
Shaolin back mountain
On a cliff far away from Shaolin Temple
Two figures stood facing each other, their auras harmonious with the heaven and earth. Suddenly, a loud roar came from the dark cloud-covered sky,
I saw streaks of thunder snakes moving through the dark clouds, as if I had a sense that heavy rain was coming.

Suddenly Zhou Xian moved, his feet moved, and his whole body seemed to shrink to an inch. He took a few steps and came to Abbot Xinji.

He raised his fist high, like a god and demon who created the world, and suddenly punched it down. In an instant, the wind roared, and the surrounding rocks seemed to be blown away.

Faced with the power of this punch, Abbot Xinji's eyes changed. His dry and thin palms were faintly glowing with golden light. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell from the clouds and wrapped around the golden palms. Suddenly, a series of Zen sounds sounded.

Facing the fist that looked like it was opening a mountain, Abbot Xinji slapped his skinny palm upwards.

"No! What a powerful force!"

However, the moment before the fist came into contact, Abbot Xinji felt a huge force pouring out from the fist. Suddenly, as if he was electrocuted, he suddenly withdrew his palm, shook his body, and moved back a little.

However, even though he had retreated, a trace of scarlet still inevitably oozed from the corner of his mouth. After all, he was still a mortal body.
Abbot Xinji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with lingering fear. He finally understood why Zhou Xian was so confident that he could kill Duoercha. With the opponent's divine power, he would not be injured by the "Zen Realm" and die by touching it.

If it was just a matter of strength, forget it, but the opponent's martial arts were not weak, and he was only one step away from the peak of innateness.

Seeing Zhou Xian about to punch again, Abbot Xinji hurriedly said: "Amitabha, donor, please stop."

He was injured in one punch. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he might have been killed on the spot. His old arms and legs couldn't withstand another punch.

"Oh, Master, have you agreed?" Zhou Xian put away his fists and walked towards Abbot Xinji with his hands behind his back.

Abbot Xinji recited the Buddha's name, and then sighed: "The donor has unparalleled supernatural power. Come with me."

After saying that, his body swayed towards the Shaolin Temple. Seeing this, Zhou Xian's eyes flashed with light, his feet moved, and he followed him elegantly.

The two of them were very fast and returned to the Shaolin Temple in just a moment. Abbot Xinji took Zhou Xian straight to the Sutra Pavilion.

The monk guarding the Sutra Pavilion at the door was about to salute when he suddenly saw Zhou Xian coming with his abbot. He couldn't help but said in confusion, "Abbott...him"

Before the monk could finish speaking, Abbot Xinji waved his hand and interrupted directly: "Okay, I will take this donor in to read some books."

Upon hearing this, the two monks guarding the Sutra Pavilion looked at each other and seemed to see the surprise in each other's eyes. However, after all, it was their abbot who spoke, so they had no choice but to obey the order and open the door of the Sutra Pavilion.

Shaolin has been passed down for thousands of years and contains countless books. As soon as you enter the Sutra Pavilion, you will immediately feel the aroma of books.

Abbot Xinji waved his monk's robe, and candles suddenly lit up. Rows of bookshelves came into view, and a dazzling array of books were neatly placed on the bookshelves. They looked spotless, and it was obvious that someone had cleaned them frequently.

"Isn't there a sweeping monk who appears on location all of a sudden?"

Zhou Xian couldn't help but murmur as he looked at the spotless books. It seems that many novels have the kind of peerless boss who sweeps the floor.

"The first floor is all about Buddhist scriptures and miscellaneous studies. I guess the donor is not interested in these."

Abbot Xinji clasped his hands together, glanced at the books on the bookshelf, and then turned and went upstairs. He seemed to know that Zhou Xian was not interested in these.

Zhou Xian nodded and followed Abbot Xinji upstairs. If he had enough time, he might still be interested in studying, but now that time is tight, he can only give up temporarily.

There are many fewer books on the second floor. They are all collected martial arts secrets. Most of them are simple martial arts in the world. Abbot Xinji seems to know that Zhou Xian does not like these, so he directly takes Zhou Xian with him. Go up to the third floor.

The books on the third floor are much less than those on the second floor. The total number of books in total is only a few bookshelves, and the total number is about a hundred books.

Abbot Xinji stopped, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said: "Donor, most of Shaolin's secrets are here." Hearing this, Zhou Xian narrowed his eyes. Most of them meant that some of them were not here. However, Zhou Xian was not surprised. Each sect has its own secrets, and most of the advanced secrets are explained orally.

As for the inheritance of true meaning, it is estimated that Ananda Pojie Sword is the only one in this world.

Seeing that Zhou Xian was silent and silent, the abbot's eyes moved slightly, and then he lowered his head and silently twirled the beads.

It probably means whether you love it or not, don’t pull it down.

After a long time

Zhou Xian smiled slightly and broke the silence: "Thank you, Master, for your help."

Zhou Xian naturally understands the principle of giving up when the situation is good. If the other party is pressed, they will probably rather die than give in. It is not easy for him to attack them because of his mission as the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation.

On the contrary, the secret books in the Sutra Pavilion are enough for him to use at this stage.

Seeing that Zhou Xian did not pursue the case, Abbot Xinji couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was not afraid of death, Shaolin was facing a crisis now and naturally he did not want to have such an enemy again.

"Then I will take my leave first and let the donor do as he pleases."

After saying that, Abbot Xinji turned around and went straight downstairs. Zhou Xian was the only one left in the huge Sutra Pavilion.

"I think there should be a copy of the secret book here."

Looking at the departing Abbot Xinji, Zhou Xian suddenly had a suspicion in his mind that the cunning rabbit had three caves, not to mention that this group of monks liked to have a backup plan.

But all this has nothing to do with him, he only needs the content inside, and he doesn't care whether it is a copy or not.

"Let's see what the harvest is first. After so much effort, we finally got what we wanted."

Zhou Xian rubbed his hands and looked at the old bookshelf in front of him with a smile.

"Oh, powerful Vajra Palm? This bald donkey seems to be quite kind."

"The Great Move Movement Technique, Arhat Fist, Golden Bell Cover, Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada, Great Light Fist..."

Except for a dozen books, all the seventy-two special skills are here. The remaining ones are some special skills in the martial arts.

Fists, palms, weapons, body techniques,

All of them are enlightenment-level martial arts, and a few even have a vague touch of location level. It can be said to be a great harvest.

Zhou Xian couldn't help but look happy and was not in a hurry to pick it up and watch it.

I saw Zhou Xian's mental energy coming out of his body and scanning the three floors until it was confirmed that no one was there.

He turned his eyes to several bookshelves, stretched out his hand to touch the bookshelves, and mentally communicated with the Heavenly Sect to collect the secret books and the bookshelves into the space.

Within a moment, the entire third floor of the Sutra Pavilion was already empty. If Abbot Xinji saw this, he would probably have to fight Zhou Xian again.

(End of this chapter)