Yu Mo looked at the stairs with a craziness, which shocked the Buddhist son. He had an ominous premonition and asked, "Master Yu, the second and third floors are the important place of Tianlong Temple, and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Yu Mo was discovered through his thoughts and said angrily, "Is there no exception? I have always longed for the Buddhist scriptures of Tianlong Temple."

The Buddha rolled his eyes and believed that there would be ghosts. You might be more interested in the martial arts skills on the second floor.

After all, Buddhist scriptures are obscure and difficult to understand, and no one except those with the latest Buddhist teachings are interested.

The Buddhist son and Yu Mo have been together for a long time, and do not think that Yu Mo is interested in Buddhism.

"Master Yu, the Yijin from my Tianlong Temple has been passed on to you, so don't make any other martial arts tricks."

Seeing that Yu Mo was not giving up, the Buddhist son said tactfully.

Yu Mo touched his nose and shook his head and smiled bitterly. The Buddhist son really misunderstood him. He sighed and said, "What I said is true. I just want to read Buddhist scriptures."

The Buddhist son looked at him suspiciously, as if Yu Mo was a big liar.

"That's not possible." The Buddhist son still refused.

Yu Mo said no more. This matter is not something that the Buddhist son can decide. He can only open the gap from the abbot.

Yu Mosuo (Xg) focused his attention on the book in front of him, and was completely immersed in it. He firmly remembered the life of Abbot Wufan, especially the understanding of Buddhist scriptures, which he remembered in his heart without saying a word.

The Buddhist son disagreed at first, thinking that Yu Mo was just a quick look, because the life of a stranger was nothing.

But Yu Mo looked at it more and more seriously, and that enthusiasm also infected the Buddhist son.

The Buddhist son was sure that Yu Mo was not on a whim. He seemed to have a different feeling for Abbot Wufan (love qg).

Gradually, the Buddha's son's eyes changed subtly.

An outsider admires the former abbot of Tianlong Temple so much, and he is honored.

When it was dark, Yu Mo finally finished reading the book, got up (shēn) and left the Sutra Pavilion, and turned around and looked at the third floor reluctantly.

The Buddha looked at him suspiciously, saying nothing.

Yu Mo and the Heavenly King returned to their residence. The Heavenly King couldn't help but be curious and said, "Sect Master, if you want to go up like this, why not take advantage of the night? People don't know anything about it. The martial arts and mental techniques of Tianlong Temple do have many unique features. I have already experienced it after practicing the Yijin Jing."

Yu Mo was stunned and looked at the king with a silence and asked, "Do you think I am interested in martial arts?"

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The Heavenly King looked at Yu Mo with a look that was not like this. Yu Mo only took a look and knew the answer.

Both the Buddhist son and the Heavenly King misunderstood him.

Yu Mo waved his hand, without explaining much, and turned back to the house.

The King of Heaven took a deep look at his back, and his heart moved and made a decision.

The night was as bright as water, the lights of the Sutra Pavilion were turned off, and it was sunk into darkness, but there were two monks guarding the door.

Whoosh!

A black shadow god appeared outside the Sutra Pavilion without knowing it, as if it was a ghost, blending with the night.

The King of Heaven is the king of killers. Ye Xing's ability is of course first-class. She saw his desire from Yu Mo's reaction.

With the purpose of sharing Yu Mo's worries, the Heavenly King naturally thought of a way - stealing the martial arts and mental methods from Tianlong Temple.

She has always been lawless, and even if the other party is Tianlong Temple, she will not really wince.

Moreover, she has confidence in her own hands.

She jumped and climbed up to the eaves of the second floor, like a flexible monkey, squeezing into the second floor from a window.

It was pitch black in front of her. She carefully took out the flashlight and looked up and saw several rows of large bookshelfs.

"Tianlong Temple is indeed profound in its foundation, with so many martial arts and mental techniques, and it is a famous sect." The Heavenly King sighed in his heart.

At the beginning, the killers searching for the blacklist had their own abilities, but they did not have much inheritance, so naturally they did not organize their martial arts and put them on the shelf.

"What can I take away so many martial arts and mental techniques?" The king's eyes swept one by one, and they were frozen in the last row.

The Yijin Jing is in this row. The status of the Yijin Jing in Tianlong Temple can be imagined, and the martial arts of this row are self-evident.

"The twelfth skill of the Tianlong."

"Dragon gripper!"

The King of Heaven saw two sets of martial arts and felt a stern. She had heard that these two martial arts were real upper-level martial arts, but she had no chance to see them.

Nowadays, all the martial arts secrets are in front of you, and (tempting you) are too tempting.

Instead of rushing over, she took out a pocket and prepared to sweep the martial arts on the row of bookshelfs.

As soon as his hand touched the martial arts secret, a voice lit up.

"Oh, I just had a bold guess, but it was confirmed unexpectedly. Master Yu, why should you do this?"

The Buddha's son walked out of the darkness and stared at the Heavenly King with a bright look.

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The king was covered in black and could not see his specific appearance.

"Master Yu, don't resist stubbornly, go to see the abbot with me." The Buddha said regretfully, but the other party said nothing, and was silent like death.

The king's mind was beating wildly. She was actually caught and was involved in the current situation.

"No, I can't be caught. As long as I escape and die without evidence, the sect leader will not be so passive."

The Heavenly King made up his mind, ignored the words of the Buddhist son, turned around and ran towards the window.

"Haha, since you are here, don't think about leaving." The Buddha raised his thick eyebrows, and there was a faint murderous intent.

The king was about to escape to the window, but suddenly, a hand appeared on her vest without warning.

The Buddhist son used the dragon gripper as soon as he came up, trying to seize the life gate of the Heavenly King.

When the king heard the strong wind behind him, he had to turn around and pick it up. With a muffled bang, the king retreated back and was forced to stay away from the window.

The Heavenly King was shocked and stared at the Buddha's son. Only then did she realize that the Buddha's son was better than him and she might not be able to escape from him.

"No, I must not be caught, otherwise the sect leader will have big trouble."

If you break into the Sutra Pavilion privately, this is very disrespectful to Tianlong Temple and will definitely push Tianlong Temple to the enemy.

“Huh?”

The Buddha's eyes were surprised and said, "It's interesting. It's not Master Yu, the Heavenly King, it's you."

The two sides only fought once, and the Buddhist son recognized it. After all, Yu Mo and the Heavenly King had different strengths.

The Heavenly King felt a storm in his heart, but he did not dare to respond. He jumped and rushed towards the window.

"Tian Wang, you are no match for me, you can't escape." The Buddha said lightly.

The king of heaven is fast, and the monk is faster. He stands first at the window and blocks the king of heaven with one move.

The Heavenly King quickly made a move, bang bang bang, and in the blink of an eye, the two sides had fought several moves. The Heavenly King stepped back step by step, getting farther and farther away from the window, and there was no hope of escaping.

The Buddhist son tightened step by step, and turned the Heavenly King into the middle of the Sutra Pavilion. The attack suddenly became sharp. With one move, the dragon grasping hand seemed to be like a dragon's claw, locking the Heavenly King's everywhere.

The Heavenly King struggled to death, but the Buddha's son was better at it. With a muffled sound, the Buddha's son's hands firmly held the Heavenly King's shoulder, leaving him with no way out.

"Tian Wang, you lost." The Buddha's son Yun Danfengqing looked at the Tamao straight.

The king's shoulders drooped, as if his energy and spirit were removed.
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