[New Xiaoao Jianghu Fans] Travel through the East and become undefeated

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and the ancient temple is deep in the mountains.The shadows of the trees whirled, and there was no sound.

Dongfang changed into a splendid attire, and came outside Shaolin Temple in black night clothes.Because Southern Shaolin has not been born for a long time, not many people know about it, and the monks in the temple are far from comparable to Songshan Shaolin.

In the silent night, any slight sound may be amplified countless times.Dongfang stood outside the wall, like a ghost, silent. She listened carefully to the footsteps of the patrolling monks in the temple, and recalled the topographic map. Shaolin's hidden golden pavilion is gone.

It was a small three-story wooden tower. The whole building exuded a strange aura, ancient and quiet. There were no guards beside the small building.

Dongfang stepped forward, opened the door and entered.Because this is Shaolin, she is not worried about any hidden weapon mechanism or the like.

In the small building, Zen fragrance floats, and a smell of books fills the whole space.

Dongfang was a little stunned when he saw all kinds of scriptures and books lined up all over the place.She just thought that if she wanted to find scriptures, she would naturally go to the Sutra Pavilion, but she didn't consider that there were thousands of scriptures in this Sutra Pavilion, how would she tell which one it was?

After thinking about it, since those bald donkeys knew that the scriptures were insidious and harmful martial arts, they thought they would treat them with caution, so they went straight to the third floor. The third floor was even more empty, with only a few real scriptures.The reason why I can tell that those are indeed scriptures is because the "Diamond Sutra", "Amitabha Sutra" and "Heart Sutra" on it are really familiar to everyone, and they don't even have Shaolin 72 stunts like "Dragon Claw", Shouldn't it be on the second floor...

Dongfang twitched the corners of his mouth, deeply feeling that he should come during the daytime, at least he had a good view. Although this black hole is easy to get in and out of, it is not easy to find things...

There are quite a few scriptures on the second floor, and Dongfang was about to search them one by one, when he suddenly heard an old sigh from downstairs——

"Amitabha."

With a shudder in his heart, three embroidery needles flew out of the air, "Aggression!"

Unexpectedly, all three embroidery needles disappeared into the wall without a trace. It can be seen that she had murderous intentions when she made the move!

The whole South Shaolin gave Dongfang the feeling, just like the sound of the Buddha's name just now, it was getting old, and only the little stars remained to prove its endless life.

The other party was so strong that she didn't realize it at all.Dongfang stood with his hands behind his back, but there were a lot of sharp silver weapons at his fingertips, but it was a pity that he didn't show his figure in this lightless space.

"Old monk, what can I do for you?" Dongfang asked with a smile, as if he was the owner of the Sutra Pavilion and the other party was an uninvited and unwelcome guest.

The monk was not angry, but slowly showed his figure, and his voice was calming like a Buddha's mantra: "Amitabha, the poor monk just saw that the female benefactor didn't seem to find anything, and wanted to ask if I need help from the poor monk."

"It's great that the old monk is willing to help. Look at me, I keep throwing things around, and I don't remember where I put them. You can find them for me. It is a scripture recorded in Sanskrit. It is written in it. Some poems written by hand, the name is "Sunflower Treasure"." Dongfang smiled politely and charmingly, and made a gesture of invitation, as if he was really waiting for the other party's help.

The old monk just opened his eyes, looked at her slowly with some strangeness, shook his head and said slowly: "The benefactor, don't lie, you can't write that scripture."

Dongfang slowly raised his right hand, the sunflower's internal energy burst out, and more than a dozen embroidered flowers were heading straight for the old monk, leaving a pattern of a bald head on the wall behind him...

The people in the meditation room in the distance and outside the courtyard wall looked up at the direction of the Sutra Pavilion at the same time, touching their eyebrows slightly.

"It's impossible...you..." The old monk came to Dongfang in an instant with a light movement that didn't match his age, and he raised his hand to grab her pulse.

The pulse is the lifeline of a warrior, how could Dongfang put it in someone else's hands, immediately the two began to fight in the form of small grabs, their feet stuck to the ground without moving, only using their right hand to quickly attack each other and counterattack each other. It is necessary to restrain the internal strength and not to let it out, one person will cause too much noise, and the other is to protect the scripture pavilion from being damaged.

Both of them moved extremely fast, and they passed more than 500 moves in an instant. During the moves with bare hands, the sound of gold and stone colliding could be heard from time to time...

Suddenly, both of them withdrew their hands and took a step back.

Dongfang put his right hand behind his back, and the smile on his face was not warm: "Old monk, I have confirmed it now, can you give me that thing~?"

The monk clasped his hands together and said in a low voice: "Female benefactor, can you tell me the name of the poor monk?"

"Invincible in the East." The words are correct, with strong confidence and arrogance in the tone.

The monk thought for a while and said: "It turns out that it is Dongfang Bubai, the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect. It is rumored that he is a rare figure in this world. When I saw it today, I realized that the rumors cannot be completely believed. Dongfang's benefactor can use the Sunflower Book for his own use." , The attainments in martial arts really amaze the poor monk. The donor's martial arts can be regarded as the best in the world today, so the scriptures are not worth mentioning."

Such a long-winded monk, "I'm afraid I can't say that I am number one in the world. Without this complete "Sunflower Treasure", how can I dare to claim to be the number one in the world. Old monk, is there any use for you to keep this scripture? There is dust in the corner, the person who wants to write this book keeps it, and also hopes that one day it will shine in this martial arts world. If you don’t give it to me, it will fulfill me and him~"

In the middle of nowhere, there was a long sigh.

The monk turned and went downstairs, Dongfang was overjoyed, knowing that there was something going on, he followed closely.

I saw the monk groping carefully among the pile of scriptures on the first floor, and then took out a scripture that looked the same as the other scriptures and handed it to Dongfang.

Dongfang took it, opened it, and saw that it was all in Sanskrit, without being suspicious, smiled sassyly, and cupped his fists to thank: "Thank you, old monk, I don't know how to call it, I will treat you to tea some other day~" The monk can't run away from the temple if he runs away. I, Dongfang Bubai, can come a second time if I can come here once, and I'm afraid that the fake you gave me won't work!

"The poor monk is unknown, the female benefactor, after all Shaolin does not keep female guests, it is better for the female benefactor to leave early." After the figure of the monk slowly disappeared into the bookshelf, he seemed unwilling to say more.

Now that he got the things, Dongfang didn't have the desire to stay in the Shaolin Temple full of bald donkeys, so he said goodbye immediately and left.

The Sutra Pavilion seems to have regained its calm, but unfortunately, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

"Amitabha, why don't you show up when your old friend comes to visit you?"

A white figure stepped into the Sutra Pavilion. The people and the house were originally misfits, but unexpectedly harmonious... Perhaps, it was because they had experienced the same story...