"Uncle Master, are you tickling your disciple?"

Although Wei Xiaobao was a child, being grabbed by him in his chest still made Fang Ming a little embarrassed and angry.

He suddenly exerted force on his hand, and Wei Xiaobao immediately screamed, and tears flowed down his eyes: "Hero! Grandpa, please spare your life!"

He was originally a gangster in Yangzhou. He shouted like this when he was caught and beaten up since childhood. At this time, he naturally said in a hurry.

"If you are good, I will guarantee you nothing, otherwise..."

Fang Ming threatened.

"Natural! Natural! I will do whatever you ask me to do!" Wei Xiaobao nodded like pounding garlic.

But in my heart, I kept cursing: "Mom's spicy dick! Today, I am not good at the passing of time. I have been in trouble for eight lifetimes before I hit you, a turtle bastard. Next time, I call Brother Duolong, a group of big guards, and Xu Tianchuan, Feng Jizhong, my wife and wife must catch you, stripped her pants, and hit her 80 boards hard, asking you to shout, "Grandpa, please spare your life"! Go to prison again, please eat pepper water and tiger head stool that you don't have money..."

Fang Ming naturally didn't know what he was thinking, but can the little gangster's dirty words still be good?

He bent down and groped, and took out Wei Xiaobao's extremely sharp dagger, directly on his neck: "Don't move around, otherwise your dagger will not have eyes!"

Wei Xiaobao complained secretly, and he didn't dare to move at all, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.

These few times became hasty, and even the monks of Jingji did not react. Seeing that Jingming was showing his power and defeating the two enemies, he actually took the uncle of his master and held him hostage with his backhand. He was stunned and didn't know how to react.

"Mr. Jingming! What are you doing? Why don't you let go of Master Huiming quickly!"

At this time, the riot outside the temple finally attracted monks from the Cheng generation, and eight monks from the precepts academy were lined up in a row, staring at Fang Ming with sharp eyes, causing his hair to explode.

"Don't come over! Otherwise I'll kill him immediately!" Fang Ming raised Wei Xiaobao in his hand high.

This is a high-ranking monk of the Hui generation and a high-ranking official who became a monk for the emperor. The monks didn't know what to do for a moment, so they could only look at each other and took a few steps back.

"It's not enough! Get out twenty feet away, otherwise I'll cut off one of his arms!"

Fang Ming shouted loudly. This is what he knew that there were many masters of Shaolin and there were many hidden weapons. But no matter how master you were, your accuracy would be greatly reduced by twenty feet away, not to mention that Wei Xiaobao was in hand, so the other party had to throw a mouse and avoid weapons.

The monks had to retreat several feet as they said, and gave up a clearing.

Fang Ming pinched Wei Xiaobao's back collar with one hand, held the dagger with the other hand, and placed it under Wei Xiaobao's neck. He swayed into the Shaolin Temple gate and went deeper.

He has been here for nearly six months, so he naturally has a familiar touch everywhere. He has come to a lake all the way. In the middle of the lake, there is a two-story ancient loft, connected by only a wooden bridge. The plaque in front of the door contains the three big characters of the Sutra Pavilion. This is the Shaolin Sutra Pavilion. The reason why it was built in a small lake is to extinguish the fire in time and prevent the treasured ancient books from being damaged.

"The Sutra Pavilion! The target of this evil deed is the Sutra Pavilion!"

At this time, many monks finally realized.

"Let all the monks in the Sutra Pavilion come out!" Fang Ming shouted loudly, and raised Wei Xiaobao in his hand again, full of threats.

The Shaolin Sutra Pavilion is naturally a place that Fang Ming has coveted for a long time, but there are many eminent monks here and the guards are extremely strict, so he cannot sneak in. But now? With the human-shaped amulet of Wei Xiaobao, he is naturally fearless.

"Amitabha!" With the sound of chanting the Buddha's name, Zen Master Huicong finally arrived with Chengguan, Chengtong and other senior officials in the temple. Chengzhi was also among them, looking at Fang Ming, with an incredible look on his face.

"Jingming! Don't put down the butcher's knife!" Chengzhi muran shouted loudly, making a lion's roar.

"Sorry! Master!" Fang Ming apologized lightly, and the dagger in his hand became tighter.

"Jingming! Since you entered the temple, your master and I have a deep expectation of you. Why do you do this? But the monks in the temple are not good to you, just tell me, and we will make the decision for you!"

The head of the precepts court frowned, thinking that Jingming was still a young man. If he had been wronged in the temple and vented his anger, it would be understandable, so he said.

"I am not wronged. I just admire the subtle words and great masters of all generations in the Sutra Pavilion and the profound martial arts, but I cannot enter the school. I will come out of this bad strategy. Don't blame me, teachers!" Fang Ming said with a smile.

"Ah!" The monks were stunned and almost thought they had seen a madman. With Jingming's talent for Buddhism and martial arts, many monks in the temple were already tempted and prepared to give them a bowl. As long as they practiced step by step for a few years, it was just a matter of waiting to enter the Sutra Pavilion. Why can't they wait so much?

"Jingming! You are both a monk in my temple and a talented person. You can naturally enter the Sutra Pavilion to view the sutras in the future. If you look at it now, it will be harmful or beneficial to you!" Zen Master Huicong said the truth.

Fang Ming smiled bitterly. He knew all these things, but what he lacked the most was time!

"The abbot's good intentions are Jing Ming's heart. However, I am a fool, I must see it now!" The real reason cannot be said, so Fang Ming can only mess around.

"Isn't this kind of behavior a spy sent to steal the martial arts of our temple?" Seeing Fang Ming like this, several monks of Cheng's generation looked at each other and had a bad premonition.

"No!" At this time, Chengguan of Luohan Hall suddenly said.

"What's not?"

"I have seen this guy before entering the temple. There is no other martial arts in his school, and he has a clear understanding of the origin!"

Zen Master Huicong knew that although Chengguan was innocent and romantic, his martial arts were the best in this temple. Since he said no, it must be no.

He couldn't find a solution for a while, but when Fang Ming saw that he was very anxious, he could only give instructions to the two little novice monks around him.

The two little monks immediately ran into the Sutra Pavilion and shouted loudly. Originally, most of the monks in the Sutra Pavilion were attracted by the hustle and bustle. After the two little monks went to summon, within a moment, the entire Sutra Pavilion was empty.

"Jingming, you can go to the Sutra Pavilion to read books, and you won't let Huiming go!" Zen Master Huicong said.

"Wait! Do you think I don't know that Shaolin has other arrangements in the Sutra Pavilion? Call those hidden monks out, otherwise..."

Fang Ming took out a copper plate and threw it!

Puff! The copper plate hit the dagger and immediately broke into two halves, falling to the ground, making the monks around him change their faces.

This kind of magic weapon with hair-blowing hair is even more terrifying in the era of the Deer and the Cauldron. Just looking at Wei Xiaobao can travel across the world with his three magic weapons, including treasure clothes, swords, and sweat medicines, and killing medicine. If you fight countless famous masters, you can know how powerful it is.

The monk Huiming was next to the dagger. Some monks with good hidden weapons had already aimed, but if they missed their correctness, or Jingming fought back to death, letting the dagger gently wipe Huiming's neck, Wei Xiaobao would be in danger.

This is a monk who became a monk on behalf of the emperor. Once he lost this place, even Zen Master Huicong would not be able to make any wish. He would even have to eat the entire Shaolin Temple.

As soon as I thought about it, I felt cold sweat and I took away the rosary, iron lotus seeds and the like in my hands.

Zen Master Huicong smiled bitterly and recited Amitabha Buddha high.

I heard the sound of mechanisms such as clattering inside the Sutra Pavilion, and then three old monks with haggard appearances walked out.

Although these three old monks were as thin as a thorn, as if they were about to fall down next, just looking at them made Fang Ming sweat behind him.

"Damn it! It's really!!!"

Fang Ming was not sure about this, but he just cheated the other party. Unexpectedly, he really made several big sharks. These three old monks clearly had extremely high martial arts skills and were Shaolin's last trump card. If he suddenly came out while he was watching the scriptures, he would definitely be tragedy.

"Thank you, uncles, and uncles! Jingming will go in and read the book now, and ask Master Huiming to accompany you for a while. Please rest assured that before tomorrow morning, Jingming will release Master Huiming!"

After the three old monks came out, Fang Ming escorted Wei Xiaobao and entered the Sutra Pavilion. He did not breathe a sigh of relief after closing the door.

This time, he planned for a long time. Although it was a bit dangerous, it was actually nothing serious.

First of all, this is Shaolin Temple, which emphasizes compassion. Even if you fail and are captured, you will be imprisoned at most and interrogated slowly. But at midnight, you can leave the Deer and Cauldron plane by yourself. What are you afraid of?

Moreover, the Sutra Pavilion is surrounded by water on all sides, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack. There is only one wooden bridge to facilitate monitoring and reading.

As for the master who can fly over ten feet in the sky and fly to the Sutra Pavilion? Do you think this is the Legend of the Two Dragons of the Tang Dynasty? If there is such a master, Fang Ming would just surrender.

In addition, he also gave the final period for returning the hostages. I believe that in the absence of emergencies, the monks would not be able to kill each other.

Now it looks like everything goes well in the plan.

Fang Ming was behind Wei Xiaobao's neck, causing him to fall into a coma, and then immediately peeled off the treasure clothes on the other party and put them on himself.

Fang Ming, who had the armor and sword in his hand, held the amulet of Wei Xiaobao and began to carry out a major sweep of the Sutra Pavilion.

The Sutra Pavilion is filled with wooden shelves, and there is also a smell of deworming medicine. Some ancient books have turned yellow, but are still well preserved, and some broken pages are neatly placed on the lower floor of the bookshelf.

Fang Ming only looked at martial arts, so he naturally swept over with all his eyes.

He naturally knew that it was unlikely that he could find a bottom-up skill like the Yijin Jing here, but as long as he was at the first level of the 72 unique skills, it was enough to satisfy him now.
Chapter completed!