"Let you run!" Dai Luo had a plan in mind, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Dart, hit!" Dai Luo had darts somewhere, he just wanted to use this to deceive him, maybe he would be fooled.

Sure enough, after hearing Dai Luo's words, the man in black suddenly stopped, stood on the spot, and used the move "Yan Qing Eighteen Turns" out of thin air, moving as fast and erratic as a monkey.

Dai Luo smiled unconsciously and said loudly: "Hahaha, you have been fooled!" Before he finished speaking, a sharp sword chant penetrated the clouds and broke the moon. Mengyao's sword was unsheathed, and the sword body was surrounded by a faint cold light and cold air, and it was directed towards the black-clothed man. People shot away.

The man in black snorted coldly, but he did not flinch in the face of the surging strange sword attack.

He put on a "closed" posture, and when he saw that the sword was about to pierce his chest and abdomen, he suddenly took out his palm and waved it like a wheel. In front of him was a silver Bagua platform, and the roaring sword light touched it. The power of this vague and insignificant group of Bagua Tai has been weakened by more than ten thousand.

The man in black immediately lowered his left palm, then withdrew his right palm from an angle, and his body suddenly retreated. Dai Luo was actually carried a few feet away, his steps staggered, and he almost lost his balance.

This move uses Tai Chi Sect's "sticking" technique, which uses force to strike with four ounces of force. It's really a clever move.

At this time, Qingru had also rushed over, holding Dai Luo steady. She looked at the man in black in front of her with admiration: "I didn't expect that this senior can use Taijimen's moves so superbly!"

The man in black turned his head and wanted to leave, but Dai Luo saw it and quickly jumped and landed in front of him. Qingru and Dai Luo surrounded him in the middle.

"Tell me, who are you and why do you break into Shaolin at night?" Dai Luo scolded.

"Brother Dai, look at the wooden box in his arms!" Qingru sighed, "Shaolin Temple is a dream paradise for martial arts people. He must be here to hunt for treasure!"

Sure enough, there was a wooden box hidden in the arms of the man in black. He remained silent and covered his face with a silk scarf, which looked quite mysterious in the night.

"Hand over your things, or you won't be able to leave!" Dai Luo shouted.

"Huh!" The man in black snorted coldly, his night clothes swaying in the wind and making a rustling sound.

The man in black suddenly made a move and pressed with his left palm. He didn't know how much power he had accumulated. His five fingers contracted and Qingru was immediately sucked towards the center.

On the other side, Dai Luo looked anxious and surprised. He stepped forward and stabbed with his sword, but the man in black withdrew his right palm from the side. Just like this, Dai Luo and Qingru were both shocked. Fall towards the middle.

Dai Luo's heart was moved. The Mengyao sword seemed to be able to read its owner's mind. With a "stab" sound, it cut the ankle of the man in black, and a few drops of blood dyed the sword body red.

The cold light of the sword grew stronger, and there was another "bang" sound. The wooden box fell to the ground, and a scroll rolled out. With the night wind, the paper turned over on its own.

The man in black hesitated for a while, but then suddenly several shouts came from the distance: "Here comes someone, there is a thief!"

The man in black finally made up his mind. Regardless of his own injuries and the fallen and abandoned wooden box, he soared into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

Before Dai Luo and Qingru could react, they saw a group of monks and novices coming up beside them. One of them was wearing a bright yellow monk's robe, which was particularly conspicuous. Isn't he returning or who is it?

After returning home, holding a wooden stick in hand, he was surprised to see Dai Luo and Qingru: "Why are you here?"

After returning, he noticed the wooden box and scripture scrolls on the ground. He picked them up and put them away. He looked at Dai Luo and Dai Luo and sighed: "You two, come with me to the Discipline Academy!"

"Discipline Academy?" Dai Luo felt a little uneasy and thought to himself, "This Discipline Academy is often used to punish some monks who violate the temple rules. Sometimes it also handles some major incidents here. I heard that the monk in charge of the Discipline Academy is extremely vicious and unusual.

Have mercy! It's not a good thing to be here!"

Dai Luo whispered to Qingru: "Ru'er, could they be??????"

"That's right!" Qingru sighed and said, "They should regard us as thieves now!"

"This!" Dai Luo didn't know what to say for a moment.

Indeed, what happened today is really mysterious and coincidental. The little thief happened to appear after I checked in tonight. My various statements about what I saw are just family words. Why should others believe it?

What's more, I also got this wooden box in my own hands, and I also have physical evidence. The current situation is extremely unfavorable to me!

In the Monastery of Discipline, the candles flickered red, and it was as bright as day.

Dai Luo and Dai Luo stood in the main hall, their eyes flashing around them, making them feel very uncomfortable.

An old monk who is nearly seventy years old is sitting on the futon wearing a gray-brown monk's robe. His face is full of wrinkles and his back is slightly stooped. He is very old. However, his eyebrows and beard are long and swaying in the wind. His closed eyes suddenly opened and radiated.

A faint light comes out, like an immortal.

"Amitabha!"

"See you, uncle!" When the monks saw the old monk, they all performed Buddhist rituals.

"Senior!" Dai Luo and Qingru also saluted.

"Lao Nafa is called Law Dao and is in charge of the Discipline Academy!"

The Master of Law and Dao is one of the elders of Shaolin. He has advanced martial arts and is cold and ruthless. He is in charge of the discipline affairs of the whole temple and sits in the discipline courtyard. He has always been respected by others.

"How is the matter?" Master Lu Dao asked in a deep voice.

"Uncle!" Huihui clasped his hands and said, "I have brought these two benefactors. In addition, the temple has been completely sealed off, and any important road down the mountain is guarded by disciples!"

The master of Lu Dao remained silent for a long time and said: "I heard that you two came to the temple to rest temporarily and settled in the Xingju Garden. Then why did you come to the front yard not far from the Sutra Pavilion?"

"Master Lu Dao, what happened is like this??????" Dai Luo told the truth about what happened tonight, "I also spent a lot of effort to recapture this wooden box. As for what's inside,

I don’t even know what scripture it is!”

"Now that he's back, you can introduce the scriptures to him!"

"yes!"

"This is the "Qing Heart Sutra". Although it is not a superior martial arts secret book, it is quite effective in regulating the breath and calming the mind. It is especially miraculous for those who are crazy about martial arts and are almost obsessed with it! Therefore, it is also regarded as a treasure.

In the pavilion!"

"I see!"

Dai Luo looked at everyone, clasped his fists and said, "The two of us were in danger today. Thanks to the rescue of Master Gui and all the masters, we were able to escape. How could we covet and steal the scriptures from your temple?" Dai Luo sighed.

He said, "We have something important to do, so we are here as a last resort. Besides, there is no use in stealing this secret book!"
Chapter completed!