"Move the flower palace, invite the moon?!"

  The person on Mount Shen looked in the direction where Yuè Lì had left and muttered to himself, "And who was that gray shadow that went in earlier?"

  Those who can be pursued by the moon are not weak.

  Shen Shanyang came to Shaolin Temple this time, originally intending to show off his skills. He was rejected by Shaolin in the past, but now that his martial arts skills have greatly improved, he wants to come and wash away the shame of that year.

  However, seeing the two people from just now, Shin'yama's mind was instantly extinguished.

  Indeed, there are tigers and dragons hidden in the rivers and lakes.

  "Shaolin Temple is a place of serenity. The elder monks, hurry to intercept!" Xuan Ci instructed the group of elder monks beside him.

  "God Mountain Upper, this woman is heading in the direction of my temple's scripture storage pavilion. Please, Upper, rest for a moment at our temple's guest house, and we will handle this matter before proceeding with further discussion."

  "Master Xuanci, Brother Poluoxing was just killed by that woman. Let me, the old monk, go with you to lend a hand!"

  There is a road on Mount Tianzhu.

  "En, all right." Xuan Ci nodded and sprang into action, his figure soaring like a great crane as he took the lead.

  Several monks of the Xuanzi generation, including Shenshan Shangren, followed closely behind.

  "Hehe, finally got rid of Inviting Moon!"

  Fang Chen looked back and saw that Yue had not followed him. He secretly rejoiced, turned around and headed west, preparing to leave Shaolin Temple and return to Mirror Lake.

  "Huh? The Scripture Pavilion?"

  Suddenly, a wooden building appeared in front of me, with three robust and powerful characters carved on the door: Cang Jing Ge.

  "Legend has it that Shaolin Temple has seventy-two ultimate skills, such as the Prajna Palm and the Great Power Vajra Palm..."

  Seeing the Scripture Pavilion, Fang Chen's heart moved slightly, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

  The martial arts he has obtained are already numerous, Easy Muscle Classic, Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms, Life and Death Talisman, Big Dipper Turning Star, Six Meridians Divine Sword, North Ming Divine Power and so on, which one is not a famous martial art in the Jianghu?

  It's time to get rid of Yuè's entanglement.

  The guardian of the scripture pavilion was a monk about sixty years old, with prominent temples, obviously an internal martial arts expert.

  After Fang Chen arrived, because he was not dressed like a Shaolin monk, the monk immediately stepped forward and said, "Donor, this is an important place in our temple, please turn back."

  “......”

  Fang Chen didn't have time to bother with him, so he directly used his Lingbo Micro Steps, his body like a phantom, and with one push of his foot, he was up on the wall of Shaolin Temple, and then went over it.

  "Why did the donor run away?"

  The monk guarding the scripture pavilion was stunned, and in just a short moment, Fang Chen had disappeared.

  Whoosh!

  Suddenly a figure rushed over, surprisingly it was a woman.

  "I'm asking you, didn't someone just come by? He walked in that direction?" Yuèyuè glared at the old monk with an unfriendly tone.

  "Madam, this is a sacred place of our temple, please turn back." The old monk said to Yueliang.

  "Is the scoundrel hiding inside?"

  Yue looked at the Cangjing Pavilion, and her heart moved. She had just seen Fang Chen, but how could he disappear in the blink of an eye?

  That scoundrel will never get away.

  Just then, more than a dozen figures leapt forth from afar.

  "Amitabha Buddha, stop this female donor!"

  In the distance, Xuanci recited a Buddhist mantra.

  Upon hearing Fangzhang's voice, the old monk guarding the Scripture Pavilion immediately floated a palm towards Yueliang, not seeking to kill, but only to block.

  Bang!

  Inviting the moon's emotional rage, where would he be polite, immediately a palm print on it, that old monk immediately flew out like a paper kite, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air.

  "Everyone, take down this female donor!"

  Xuan Ci saw this and her pupils contracted - this female donor's inner strength was incredibly profound!

  The monk guarding the Scripture Pavilion had a martial art that was not the highest in the temple, but it belonged to the middle and upper level. Unexpectedly, he was lightly slapped by this woman and flew away.

  "Looking for death!"

  Seeing many old monks blocking the way, while Fang Chen had already left, Yueyue was furious, and her jade palm shot out. More than a dozen palm shadows flew back and forth, and immediately four or five old monks stumbled backward more than ten steps.

  Beat back the monks, invite the moon over the wall and go.

  "The Abbot, Master Xuang Feng has passed away." Just then, an elder who had gone to check on the scripture storage pavilion came forward and said with a sorrowful expression.

  "What?"

  Xuan Ci was shocked: "Xuan Feng, my junior brother, is dead?"

  Xuan Ci made a thorough examination of Xuan Feng's nose and breathing, and indeed he had stopped breathing and was dead.

  "Pursue!"

  Xuan Ci's face looked unpleasant, and he ordered an elder to inform the Luohan Hall, to set up a large array, and they must catch this female donor.

  Fang Chen continued on his way, trying to avoid the moonlight, but it only grew brighter as he climbed higher and reached the top of the mountain.

  In the distance, there is a small cottage.

  In front of the house, there is a fairly large flat ground. Two monks sat on the ground with their backs to the east. One wore gray monk's robes and the other wore black monk's robes.

  In front of the house, there was an old monk with white hair and a big broom in his hand, sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the small house.

  "Is this... Sweeping Monk?"

  Fang Chen's footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and he couldn't help but feel a shock. How did he unknowingly end up here?

  Those two people sitting on the couch should be Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

  However, in the original drama, these two appeared because of Qiao Feng and Murong Fu, and were eventually enlightened by Sweeper Monk. Now, however, there is no Murong Fu or Qiao Feng.

  Fang Chen remembered that Qiao Feng should now be in Saiwai with Ah Zhu, as for Murong Fu, he had already lost an arm and more than half of his internal energy was gone, probably crippled.

  Fang Chen didn't want to stay here any longer, his current task was to avoid Yueyue.

  "Since the donor has come, why hide?" Just as Fang Chen was about to quietly leave, the sweeping monk suddenly looked over, and a pair of aged eyes fell on Fang Chen.

  "In the morning of the next day, I met a divine monk."

  Fang Chen had no choice but to walk forward and pay his respects to the Sweeping Monk.

  Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo were motionless, like statues, at Fang Chen's arrival.

  "The master has already cultivated the Easy Tendon Classic and possesses all kinds of martial arts in the world, why not return the original to Shaolin?" Sweeping Monk swept a glance at Fang Chen and slowly spoke.

  "This Easy Muscle Classic was passed down by Qiao Feng, and it's time to send it to Shaolin. For now, it should be returned."

  Fang Chen's heart moved, and he immediately reached into his sleeve, pulled out the original "Easy Tendon Classic", and handed it to Sweeping Monk.

  Fang Chen didn't exert his internal force, Sweeping Monk was unfathomable, he didn't dare to probe.

  "The master's physical strength is impressive, and the practice of Yi Jin Jing has been very beneficial. I hope that in the future, you will continue to cultivate it with a good heart." The Sweeping Monk did not blame Fang Chen for practicing Yi Jin Jing.

  "Despicable thief, where do you think you can escape to?!"

  Just then, a soft cry came over, and it was Yuanyue who had caught up.

  Farther down the mountain, Xuanci and other elderly people rushed up from the foot of the mountain.

  Fang Chen let out a bitter laugh and shook his head.

  The monk looked at Inviting Moon with a glance, and then deeply looked at Fang Chen, seeming to understand something. He said to Fang Chen: "Karmic debt, karmic debt, since the master has sown the cause, why not reap that fruit?"

  Fang Chen was taken aback, thinking to himself, "It seems that this monk has figured out that Yuanyue will soon break through the barrier, and with her pursuing me, he can deduce what's going on between us!"

  "Shen Seng Gao Jian, but I wanted to pick up the fruit, however, the process was tortuous, and others were unwilling, so I had no choice but to give up." Fang Chen said with a bitter smile.

  To be honest, although Inviting Moon is older than herself, she has cultivated the Great Achievement of Bright Jade, her body is well-maintained, and she is also a virgin.

  It's no exaggeration to say she is a million times stronger than an ordinary girl.

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