When Ouyang Feng heard this, he couldn't help but feel moved, secretly accumulating his skills, intending to face the battle that will come at any time. According to his idea, no matter how strong the opponent's martial arts are, he will never be able to surrender.

He watched intently for a while, but found that there was no abnormal movement in the scene, but suddenly a gust of breeze blew. The wind did not know where it came from, but it quickly filled the attic. The classics and books he threw on the ground were like they were lifted up by someone with his hands and quickly spread out in the air and slowly entered the bookshelf. In a moment, the attic was as clean as it was.

Ouyang Feng widened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him for a while. He let out a long sigh and bowed to the void: "The master's magical skills are great, Ouyang Feng admires you! I will enter the temple this time and privately observe the precious scriptures in the temple. I am really a sin. If you want to kill and cut them, you will rely on your wishes!" Although his tone was hard, there was endless bitterness in it.

The old man smiled and said, "The donor Ouyang has said it. I just do some servants in the temple and have a low position. How dare I deal with the donor? But I have some words, but I don't know if the donor is willing to listen?"

Ouyang Feng said: "Master, please speak!"

The old voice said: "Shaolin martial arts is the Buddhist martial arts journey. It emphasizes Buddhist cultivation, which is inconsistent with the donor's path. If the donor wants to seek martial arts, he is afraid he has found the wrong place."

Ouyang Feng was stunned when he heard this and said, "How did HP get his skills? Although he is a monk, he may not have to practice Buddhism diligently!"

The old voice said in a strange voice: "HP? Is the Toutu who turned from Shaolin Temple?"

Ouyang Feng said: "That's right!" He briefly told the story of his fight with HP.

The old man said, "I am wondering what is the use of Master Qiu taking away this Buddhist scripture on the same day? You should know that his martial arts skills are also incompatible with the Buddhist scriptures. That scripture seems to be useless to him. It turned out to be given to HP."

Ouyang Feng was shocked. He didn't know that there were so many twists and turns in it, and it also involved Qiu Qianren, who was the person he feared the most.

He was about to speak, but a doubt suddenly flashed in his eyes, so he turned his head and said, "Master is probably an exaggeration. I have seen Qiu Qianren and have also fought each other. Although his martial arts skills are high, they are far inferior to those of the master! How can I take down any classics from the master?"

The old voice laughed and said, "Do you know how high the sky is?"

Ouyang Feng was stunned and said, "What?"

The old voice said, "Thinking of the ancient sky, looking up, it seems to be near in front of you. But if you jump, the sky is still in front of you. Is the sky not increasing or decreasing? Or is it too small? Qiu Shizhu's martial arts are superb, as vast and profound as the sky, and it is far away from poor monks. He only obtained scriptures that day, but he did not hurt Shaolin alone. I am still grateful to you."

Ouyang Feng was stunned and silent for a while, and said, "I dare not believe what the master said. But since that martial arts book was taken away by HP, why can't I find it?"

The old voice said, "Who said that it was a martial arts book?"

Ouyang Feng said in surprise: "Isn't it?"

The old man said, "Of course not. It is a "Lankavatara Sutra", which records some ways to guide and practice Qi passed down by ancestors."

When Ouyang Feng heard this, he changed his mind and immediately said, "Oh," and sighed, "It must be that I didn't read it carefully that day, and I burned it together with those Buddhist scriptures!" He shook his head and said, "It seems that this sutra is destined to be unrequited to me. Master, please take action! I am not talented, and I want to fight for the last time when I die!"

The old man said in a strange voice: "How can we use swords and weapons in a pure land of Buddhism? Is the donor's hostility so heavy?"

Ouyang Feng shouted: "War and not fight, are you going to let me go?"

The old man said in a voice: "The donor wants to leave, but of course I dare not stop him."

Ouyang Fengqi said: "Take it serious?"

The old voice said, "Naturally take it seriously."

Ouyang Feng suppressed his shock and turned around and walked out the window until he opened the window, revealing the night light outside, and the attic was still as calm as before.

Ouyang Feng turned around and clasped his fists and said, "Thank you for your mercy! In your lifetime, I will never step into Shaolin Temple to repay your virtue today!"

The old voice said, "It is a blessing for Shaolin to have this thought. I wish the donor peace and joy from now on, and all his wishes come true."

Ouyang Feng smiled bitterly when he heard this and said to himself, "I want to get that martial arts book. I want to practice martial arts like you. Is it possible?" After thinking about it, he jumped and passed through the window. Then he saw a faint shadow flashing and quickly disappeared into the night.

After Ouyang Feng left, the attic was quiet for a while, and suddenly a figure floated down from the air and fell on the ground. The whole process was silent. The faint moonlight shone on the man's face, but Qiu Qianren was disguised. It was him who just hid on the beam of the room and played a good show about a paradise, which shocked Ouyang Feng away.

Qiu Qianren looked at the direction of Ouyang Feng's departure, and for a moment he didn't know whether to be funny or sigh. When he saw Ouyang Feng just now, he turned his mind and contacted the information he had read before, and he knew that Ouyang Feng's purpose must be for the "Nine Yangs Sutra".

At this time, Qiu Qianren had three choices. One was to kill Ouyang Feng. This method was not difficult, but it was a pity. Although Western Poison was sinister and vicious, he knew the current affairs and knew how to advance and retreat, and had a tough and persistent bachelor spirit. Qiu Qianren admired this very much. If it were not for sure, or if this person threatened the people close to him, he would not want to use his harsh action on him.

Second, he pretended that he had not seen it and then did his own business after Ouyang Feng left. This would have no effect on what he did, but it would be very unfavorable to Shaolin Temple. With the current strength of Shaolin Temple, he would probably be entangled by Ouyang Feng until his death. It would not be surprising even if he became the second in Vajra Temple.

The third is to stop it. However, this choice has flaws, which can make Ouyang Feng retreat at the moment, but he can retreat once, but he cannot retreat ten or eight times. Qiu Qianren always wants to leave. What should Ouyang Feng wait for when Ouyang Feng comes again? As for forcing Ouyang Feng with force and making him swear not to invade Shaolin again, it is even more impossible. With Ouyang Feng's toughness, he must be refused to die, and he will still be killed.

Qiu Qianren thought about it and sighed inwardly that if Master Wuming was still in Shaolin, how could Ouyang Feng be arrogant? When he thought that he suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Why didn't he pretend to be an unknown monk and shock Ouyang Feng and let him retreat when he saw the difficulties? If this method is done, Ouyang Feng will be worried and dare not invade Shaolin Temple again.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt reasonable, so he simply hid his body on the beam of the house, shook his throat with his internal energy, changed his voice, and imitated the speech style of an unknown old monk, and had a trick with Ouyang Feng to release the bandits. As for the final result, as Qiu Qianren expected, Ouyang Feng resolutely escaped and made an oath not to step into Shaolin Temple.

Qiu Qianren smiled secretly, placed the four volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra in a large bookshelf, mixed with other Buddhist scriptures, and then walked through the window to leave the Sutra Pavilion and headed outside the Shaolin Temple.

He only felt extremely comfortable in his heart: playing with Ouyang Feng is second, and the most important thing is to repay the nameless old monk to share the kindness of the innate way.

In his opinion, the nameless old monk did not hide his own selfishness and told him all his understanding of the innate way and the true meaning of the Buddhist and martial arts way. This was a great kindness that he had to repay. He also passed through Shaolin and saved Shaolin from a disaster, so he could repay him. From then on, he did not owe both, and he would no longer have any worries in his heart. This is what really made him happy.

Qiu Qianren changed his thoughts and unknowingly left Shaolin Temple, went down Shaoshi Mountain, and took the horses he had stored from the farmer's house. He looked at the morning glow rising in the sky, and suddenly felt like "the sky is allowed to fly, the sea is wide and the fish is leaping."

He thought to himself: "There is no major problem in the gang now, and Qi Yuan and others will deal with the daily assistance. I have not left Tiezhang Mountain for seven years, and I will not be busy going back. I can go around and relax." Thinking of this, I flew on the horse, found a direction, and ran away.

Along the way, Qiu Qianren walked and stopped and stayed to watch when he saw famous mountains and rivers. When he saw prosperous towns, he entered, enjoyed the famous scenic spots and tasted the delicious food in the city. When he was free, he even took care of some idiots and dealt with some bullies, gentry, corrupt officials and bandits. He was so comfortable for a while!

On this day, he came to the border near Lin'an City and was walking slowly on the official road. Suddenly, a large group of people came to the distance, and the sound of drums and music came from the team.

When we got closer, we found that there was a guard of honor opposite us. The twelve teams of white horses, cavalry in front, holding horizontal swords, bows and arrows, and there were drum bands, drums and drums, and melodious sounds; on both sides of the rear were flag bearers erecting flags, and some officials mixed in between; at the end were elite armored soldiers and knights, protecting a gorgeous cart pulled by eight horses. The back of the car was a man crossed and erected a long-handled yellow round fan, followed closely. The entire team was swaying, astonishing momentum, but silent, with only drum music, horse hooves, and footsteps.

Qiu Qianren immediately strangled the horse and waited for the other party to approach. A knight in front of the brigade saw it and shouted: "The noble man is on patrol, and the idle man is waiting to avoid it quickly!"

Qiu Qianren smiled and said, "I'm not used to giving way to others. You can dodge the way first and let me pass, and then walk your way!"

The knight was furious and shouted, "Bold and crazy man! Looking for death!" He ran to Qiu Qianren, pulled out his sword, and slashed towards Qiu Qianren with his back.

Qiu Qianren said, "You are kind!" He stretched out his fingers and clamped them, and then shook them. The blade body collapsed in sections. The knight and the horses were dismounted, and at the same time flew into the air and then flew into the woods on one side. He heard people roaring and neighing, and finally, a loud bang, splashing a large piece of smoke and dust among the grass.

The entire team immediately became a furious. Several leaders in the team called out and stopped the team from moving forward. At the same time, they commanded the cavalry and infantry to form their own formations: some of them tightly protected the cart in the middle, while the others raised swords and guns, bows and arrows, and pointed them at Qiu Qianren together.

Qiu Qianren said lightly: "What? Want to win with more people? Even if you come."

"Wait, let's do it slowly!" a voice suddenly said.

A cavalry suddenly ran out of the internal formation and came to the front of the entire team, facing Qiu Qianren. The man looked at Qiu Qianren for a while, then clasped his fists and said, "Who is this friend's name? Why did he make things difficult for us?"

Qiu Qianren was stunned when he saw this man and said in surprise: "Hong Qi?"
Chapter completed!