The night comes very quickly.

It was like a layer of black iron curtain covering the entire Shaoshi Mountain, filled with an invisible aura of depression.

Zhang Yuan was thinking about it for a long time in the room, but still couldn't rest.

"No, let's take a look. Most of them are talking about me. Maybe they are planning some conspiracy and tricks, or maybe the monk in black will continue to appear yesterday."

Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed.

He felt that staying in the room was a waste of time.

At this time, you cannot learn the Tathagata's magic palm, you cannot rub the merit value, and you cannot ask someone to ask about the Demon Buddha's Seal.

Always find something to do!

Well, most of the troublemakers want to harm me.

Zhang Yuan turned off the lights, took out the mask in his arms, put it on his head, then brought it to the door, and flew towards the distance.

His breath was perfectly hidden, as if he had completely integrated into the darkness, striving to achieve the most perfect level.

I have to be cautious, this is deep in Shaolin.

Maybe some mysterious old monk was peeking at him in the dark.

Zhang Yuan used his internal strength and passed by lightly, urging his spiritual awareness to the maximum, and he could clearly hear any movement within a radius of fifteen miles.

The sound of the bowl knocking and the hazy chanting of scriptures continued to reach his ears.

There are also many sounds of strong wind breaking through the air, whirring.

Obviously they are all Shaolin monks.

Some are doing evening classes, while others are practicing martial arts.

All kinds of sounds came to the brain, almost the same as what you saw with your own eyes.

But what puzzled him was that he could never hear the voices of the Chang family.

None of them seemed to have made any sound.

According to those little novice monks, they lived six or seven miles away from them, and their ears could definitely hear their conversations clearly.

But now there is no movement?

"Is it because I'm overthinking? I really have [Pestle Paranoia]?"

Zhang Yuan was suspicious.

But it's already halfway, so you can't return without success.

Just think of visiting each other, let’s sit on their roof for a while?

Zhang Yuan quickly convinced himself and flashed through the darkness.

There are not many guest rooms in the west wing, so it is not difficult for him to find the place where the group of Chang's disciples go.

As he approached the past quickly.

In a closed room, candles jumped.

Chang Tian, ​​the first of the top ten geniuses in the Chang family, looked ancient and slapped. He put a piece of white paper in front of him, held a brush in his hand, slowly stroked it on it, and wrote a line of handwriting.

[Shaolin monks have all participated in the seal. There should be no one in the Sutra Library. First, go to the Sutra Library to help my Chang family recover the lost magical skills and techniques]

Opposite him.

The little demon god, the boy in gray, the boy in yellow, and the young man in ghost eyes were all standing quietly, his eyes swept over the white paper in front of him, and there was also a white paper and a pen in front of each of them.

This was something they had already agreed on before.

After entering Shaolin, no important matters must be passed on by mouth, but must be written in a pen.

There are many eminent monks in Shaolin, and there are many people who are incredibly spiritual sense.

Any words that are said may be heard.

The best way is to write with a pen.

Even if someone is proficient in the sky eye power, the other party cannot see it when the door is closed.

The ability to see through the sky does not mean that you can see through.

now.

The little demon god, the gray-clothed boy and others looked at each other.

The young man in yellow robe grabbed the pen holder and quickly wrote a line of words on the white paper in front of him.

【Okay, now take action, everyone else is left behind】

Chang Tian and the group of Chang's disciples around him all narrowed their eyes.

Then, the second, third and sixth brothers of the Chang family all had a hint of anger in their eyes and looked at the three people opposite.

The second son of the Chang family grabbed the pen and started writing quickly.

[Are you worried that we are not strong enough? We are all master-level strong men, comparable to the earth list, not weaker than any of you.]

The boy in yellow robe looked cold and unmoved, and continued to write.

[Now when there is no strife between people, there are many masters in Shaolin. The fewer people, the less they will be exposed]

The second son of the Chang family looked angry and continued to write down.

【You have so many people going to, so why?】

[We each get what we want. What we want is useless to you. What you want is useless to us. Our methods are far beyond your imagination]

The boy in yellow robe wrote down calmly.

The second son of the Chang family was even more angry and wanted to continue writing, but Chang Tian directly stopped him, waved his hand, and wrote a line of words.

[Okay, I will accompany you three, Chi Longzi stays]

The young man in the yellow robe nodded gently.

Both parties put down their pen holders.

Then he put his palm on the paper, and with the force urged, the pages of paper all silently turned into ashes and completely dissipated.

"It's late, go to bed."

The boy in gray said calmly.

"Go to bed, there will be something going on tomorrow morning."

The little demon said the same.

They took out the black cloth from their arms and covered it on their faces.

"I don't know that the seal of Shaolin can be stable. This time, my Chang family came with sincerity. If Shaolin needs it, my Chang family is willing to pour out their blood and help Shaolin solve their worries."

Chang Tian said, and also took out the black cloth and covered his face.

"Brother has no need to worry. There should be no trouble for many Shaolin monks to emerge."

The second son of the Chang family spoke.

"I can only hope this is the case."

Chang Tian sighed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the figures of the four people quietly emerged from the window, hiding their breath, like four strange black fogs, disappearing in the distance.

"Shaolin is a long-term heritage, and it will definitely not disappoint us. Brother, please take a break early."

The second son of the Chang family brought the window and spoke.

The room returned to silence again.

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Three or four miles away.

Zhang Yuan was searching for the roofs one by one, but he had never heard any movement at all, but suddenly he heard a conversation sound. He could hear it clearly, and was about three miles away from him.

He looked over suddenly, his eyes flashing.

"They are going to sleep? Is it really because I am thinking too much? But why do they suddenly say this? It sounds like a group of people are in the same room?"

"What do they do in the house? Drink tea? Should they talk when drinking tea? Why didn't there be any movement before?"

"No, serious wrong."

"Isn't this what I meant, right?"

Zhang Yuan's mind quickly turned.

This feeling is not normal no matter how you look at it.

There was no sound at all before, but now several different sounds suddenly sounded.

It was obvious that a group of people were in the same room.
To be continued...