The location of the Sutra Pavilion is located in the northwest of Shaolin. It is built with water and is extremely secret.

When Zhang Yuan flew over, he keenly noticed several powerful auras.

Obviously, they are all master-level Shaolin monks who are guarding some key places.

Zhang Yuan carefully avoided them and passed by silently among some treetops.

Soon, the eyes suddenly became clear and the sound of flowing water came.

An ancient building stands on the bank of a mountain stream, vast and majestic, mysterious, filled with an invisible atmosphere of vicissitudes, as if it has been through tens of millions of years.

A plaque was hung on the upper floor of the building.

It says three ancient fonts of [Sutra Pavilion].

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed, and he watched quietly on the treetops, and his ears were activated to the maximum, wanting to hear some sounds.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

I paused carefully for a while but didn't hear any abnormalities.

"Did they really go to the Sutra Pavilion? They won't fool me, right?"

Zhang Yuan suddenly became suspicious.

The scene before my eyes was too quiet.

The huge building stands in the dark, and there is no sound of an unusual sound.

When Zhang Yuan was hesitating, he suddenly felt aroused his heart and kept his breath with all his strength.

A black shadow flew past the forest on one side, rushing towards the Sutra Pavilion like a ghost.

"who is he?"

Zhang Yuan stared at the other party, showing surprise.

Are there other people who are thinking about the Sutra Pavilion?

Seeing that the other party entered the Sutra Pavilion in an instant without causing any reaction, Zhang Yuan no longer hesitated, and hid his breath and quickly entered.

The Sutra Pavilion is surrounded by a master's guarding.

But obviously none of these masters noticed them.

As soon as Zhang Yuan entered the Sutra Pavilion, he immediately concealed his breath and flashed into the darkness on one side.

He put his spiritual sense to the maximum and he could sound with all his strength.

I heard an exception soon.

There were subtle sounds of wind breaking and some verses turning over the head.

"It's true that you are stealing the scriptures."

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed.

He suddenly hesitated, his heart pounding.

I've come here, do you want to read it too?

Maybe there are records about the Demon Buddha's Seal?

But what if I get the Viagra Palm```

"I just glance at it. I really didn't come here to steal the scriptures."

Zhang Yuan tried his best to convince himself in his heart.

He hid his breath as if it had turned into darkness, and quickly scanned the rows of bookshelf.

However, the bookshelf on the first floor are all rows of Buddhist scriptures.

There are also some ancient books that contain ancient Buddhist texts that you cannot understand.

Nothing was encountered that was valuable to him.

His body flashed and rushed towards the top floor.

At this time, the sound of the rumbling scriptures in his ears became a little louder. He glanced cautiously and found that the people who stole the scriptures were not on the second level.

Obviously they are still at a higher level.

It was only because of my deep internal strength that I heard a slight sound.

Zhang Yuan soon discovered that there were Buddhist scriptures in the second floor.

He continued to sweep towards the third floor.

The entire Sutra Library is extremely huge, with six floors, and a large number of scriptures.

Zhang Yuan landed in the third floor, hid in a shadow, his eyes swept quickly across the rows of bookshelf.

The third floor bookshelf is full of traces of being turned over, and some scriptures are even scattered on the ground.

Zhang Yuan looked cautious and his body passed by rows of bookshelf. He still found nothing valuable. He suddenly rushed towards the fourth floor.

As soon as he entered the fourth floor, he felt a stern and had all his strength to hide his breath.

Not far from him, a black figure was quickly rummaging through the scriptures above.

Zhang Yuan instantly recognized this person.

This is the figure he just met.

Zhang Yuan stared at the other party quietly, but after searching around, he quickly rolled up a scripture and stuffed it into his arms as if he had made a major discovery.

Zhang Yuan narrowed his eyes and suddenly looked ahead of the figure.

In front of this man, there were two figures flirting with the scriptures.

They looked short, both about 1.5 meters tall, one wearing a gray robe and the other wearing a blue robe.

Although he covered his cheeks with a black cloth, Zhang Yuan still recognized the other person at a glance.

This clothes````

This head````

It can't hide the other party's identity.

Young man in gray!

Little Demon God!

"Does two mentally retarded people come here to steal scriptures and don't know how to change clothes? It's useless to cover your face."

Zhang Yuan secretly said.

But what puzzled him was, why were there only these two people? What about the others?

Are they still at the higher level?

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed.

If these reincarnated immortals secretly learned Shaolin martial arts, their strength will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

no!

He must not let Shaolin's martial arts treasures be introduced into the hands of these reincarnated immortals.

And the Chang family is the same.

We can't let them learn the Shaolin magic skills secretly!

However, Zhang Yuan did not act rashly, his body flashed and hid in a shadow.

His eyes also began to scan the bookshelf layer by layer.

Buddhist scriptures!

Buddhist scriptures!

Apart from Buddhist scriptures, they are still Buddhist scriptures!

What about the promised martial arts secrets?

Zhang Yuan secretly wondered, this was different from the Shaolin he imagined.

Is it that all the scriptures hidden in the Sutra Pavilion just the scriptures? There is no martial arts?

So what are these people coming to steal? The stolen Buddhist scriptures?

He looked suspiciously at the black figure ahead.

What was the other person just stuffed into his arms?

Is it really a Buddhist scripture?

He looked at the gray-clothed boy again.

The boy in gray was also bulging in his arms, and there was obviously something stuffed in it.

Zhang Yuan thought about it and began to scan.
To be continued...