Yu Mo looked at the entrance of the stairs frantically, which made the Buddha's heart tremble, and he had an ominous premonition, and quickly asked: "Sect Master Yu, the second and third floors are the important places of Tianlong Temple, and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

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

The Buddha rolled his eyes, believing that you are a ghost, I am afraid you are more interested in the martial arts on the second floor.

After all, Buddhist scriptures are obscure and difficult to understand, and no one is interested except the latest Buddhist Dharma.

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

"Sect Master Yu, I have already passed on the Yi Jin from Tianlong Temple to you, so don't think of other martial arts ideas."

Seeing that Yu Mo was not giving up, the Buddha said politely.

Yu Mo touched his nose and shook his head with a wry smile. The Buddha really misunderstood him. He sighed and said, "What I said is true, I just want to read the Buddhist scriptures."

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

"That doesn't work either." The Buddha still refused.

Yu Mo said no more, this matter is no trivial matter, and it is not for the Buddha to decide, only to open the gap from the abbot.

Yu Mo simply focused his attention on the book in front of him, completely immersed himself in it, and kept a solid record of Abbot Wufan's life, especially the comprehension of Buddhist classics. Keep it in mind.

The Buddha didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that Yu Mo was just watching the flowers, because the life of a stranger is nothing.

But the more Yu Mo looked, the more serious he became, and that energy also infected the Buddha.

The Buddha was convinced that Yu Mo was really not on a whim. He seemed to really have a different feeling for Abbot Wufan.

Gradually, the Buddha's eyes changed subtly.

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

When it was dark, Yu Mo finally finished the book, got up and left the Bookstore, looking back at the third floor reluctantly.

The Buddha looked at him suspiciously and said nothing.

Yu Mo and the Heavenly King returned to their residence, and 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, when people don't know the ghost, the martial arts of Tianlong Temple does have many unique features, I practice it. After Yi Jin Jing, I have a deep understanding."

Yu Mo was stunned for a while, looked at the king with a dumb smile, and asked, "Do you think I'm interested in martial arts too?"

The King of Heaven looked at Yu Mo with a different face, and Yu Mo knew the answer with just one look.

Both the Buddha and the Heavenly King misunderstood him.

Yu Mo waved his hand, didn't explain much, and turned back to the house.

Tian Wang took a deep look at his back, moved in his heart, and made a decision.

The night was like water, and the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion had turned off the lights and fell into darkness, but there were always two monks guarding the door.

Whoosh!

A black shadow appeared unnoticed outside the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, like a ghost, blending with the night.

The king of heaven is the king of killers, and Ye Xing's ability is of course first-rate. She can see his desire from Yu Mo's reaction.

For the purpose of sharing Yu Mo's worries, the King of Heaven naturally thought of a way - to steal the martial arts mind in Tianlong Temple.

She has always been lawless, and even if the opponent is Tianlong Temple, she will not really flinch.

Moreover, she has confidence in her own skills.

She jumped and climbed up the eaves of the second floor, like a nimble monkey, squeezed into the second floor through a window.

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

"Tianlong Temple really has a profound background, and there are so many martial arts and methods, and it is a famous school." Tianwang sighed in his heart.

At the beginning, the killers searched by the black list all had their own abilities, but they didn't have much inheritance, so naturally they didn't organize their martial arts skills and put them on the shelf.

"There are so many martial arts skills, which ones to take?" The King of Heaven swept his eyes and settled on the last row.

The Yijinjing is in this row, and the position of the Yijinjing in Tianlong Temple can be imagined, so this row of martial arts is self-evident.

"The twelfth stunt of Tianlong."

"Dragon grab!"

The King of Heaven saw the two sets of martial arts, and she was stunned. She had heard of these two martial arts before, but they were the real upper-level martial arts, but they had no chance to see them.

Today, martial arts secrets are in front of you, and the temptation is too great.

She didn't rush to climb over, but took out a pocket and prepared to sweep the martial arts on this row of bookshelves.

Just as his hand touched the martial arts manual, a voice lit up.

"Hey, I just had a bold guess, but it was confirmed unexpectedly, Sect Master Yu, why are you doing this?"

The Buddha came out of the darkness and stared at the King of Heaven.

The King of Heaven was wearing a mask and black clothes, so he couldn't see his specific appearance.

"Sect Master Yu, don't be stubborn, and go see the abbot with me." The Buddha said regretfully, but the other party said nothing and was deadly silent.

Heavenly King's heart was beating wildly, she was caught, and Yu Mo was also implicated.

"No, I can't be caught. As long as I run away and die without proof, the sect master will not be so passive."

The king of heaven turned his heart and ignored the Buddha's words, turned around and fled to the window.

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

Tian Wang was about to flee to the window when suddenly, a hand appeared on her vest without warning.

As soon as the Buddha came up, he used the dragon grip to try to hold the gate of the king of heaven.

Tian Wang heard the strong wind behind him and had to turn around to pick it up. With a muffled bang, Tian Wang stepped back and was forced to stay away from the window.

The king of heaven turned pale and stared at the Buddha. Only then did she realize that the Buddha was stronger than him, and she might not be able to escape from him.

"No, I must not be caught, otherwise, the Sect Master will be in big trouble."

It is disrespectful to Tianlong Temple to trespass the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion privately, and it will definitely push Tianlong Temple to the enemy's side.

"what?"

The Buddha's eyes were amazed, and he said, "Interesting, it's not Sect Master Yu, the King of Heaven, it's actually you."

The two sides only played against each other once, and the Buddha recognized it. After all, Yu Mo and Tianwang have different strengths.

Heavenly King's heart was filled with turbulent waves, but he didn't dare to respond, so he jumped and flew towards the window.

"Tianwang, you are not my opponent, you can't escape." Buddha said lightly.

The speed of the king is fast, and the speed of the Buddha is even faster, standing at the window one step ahead, blocking the way of the king with one move.

The King of Heaven made a quick move, bang bang bang, in the blink of an eye, the two sides had already fought several moves, the King of Heaven stepped back, getting further and further away from the window, and there was no hope of escaping.

The Buddha pressed step by step, forcing the King of Heaven into the middle of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion. The attack suddenly became sharp, and the dragon grabbed his hand, as if it was really like the claws of a dragon, locking the King of Heaven in all directions.

The Heavenly King was struggling to the death, but the Buddha's skill was superior, and with a muffled sound, the Buddha's hand firmly clasped the Heavenly King's shoulder, leaving him no way to escape.

"Heavenly King, you lost." The Buddha looked calmly at the Heavenly King.

The king's shoulders were drooping, as if he had been drained of energy.