Yu Po shouted.

"The Eight Lingjiu Tribes protect these eighteen friends."

The eight girls rushed forward and stood in front of the eighteen Khitan warriors, with the cave masters and the island master wing guards beside them. The disciples of the Xingsu Sect were eager to make contributions in front of the new master and helped to shaking the flag and shouting. This was a very powerful momentum.

Yu Po bowed to Xu Zhu.

"Sir, why not come to our side to speak."

As Zhou Xuan’s cheap disciple, Xu Zhu is naturally a natural ally. At this time, it is better to be together.

Xu Zhuxin was heartbroken by her parents' death and couldn't come up with any idea. She nodded and said loudly.

"Lingjiu Palace and Shaolin Sect are friends but not enemies. Everyone should not hurt their harmony, and they should not fight and kill."

Xuan Ji turned toward the third elder of the Beggar Gang.

"Three elders, let's go to my temple together to see what's going on?"

Elders Chen and Wu of Song said in unison.

"Very good! Very good! The brothers of the Beggars' Sect, go to Shaolin Temple together!"

At the moment, Shaolin monks were leading the way, and the Beggars' Sect and the heroes of the Central Plains shouted in unison and rushed to the mountain.

Deng Baichuan said with a bitter face.

"What should I do..."

As the generals of the Murong family, they are not victimized now, probably because they have the Xixia Bangwen, otherwise they might be the first one to suffer.

Zhou Xuan followed him to Shaolin Temple and sneaked into the mountain gate.

Shaolin Temple covers a large area, with thousands of rooms in front and back houses, but now you can see a group of monks and heroes of the Central Plains walking around the halls, shouting and looking for the location of Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo.

Many people even leaped onto the roof, climbed up to look up, and there were chaos around and chaos. Everyone walked into the house, ran around, and everyone was asking.

“Where did you see it?”

The magnificent ancient temple of Shaolin Temple suddenly turned into a messy city.

Suddenly, two Hu monks quickly flashed out of the side door, looked around, and flinted.

Zhou Xuan ran straight to the woods next to the temple. He followed a small path in the forest and turned radially northwest for several turns. He suddenly saw a bright sound, and only the sound of water was heard. A pavilion stood beside the mountain stream, and a plaque at the top of the building was written with the words "Sutra Pavilion".

Heart.

"It should be all inside."

He walked into the Sutra Pavilion.

But soon, the two Hu monks behind him soon fell short and slowly approached the Sutra Pavilion.

Zhou Xuan said.

"What's the point of doing when you two are here?"

A monk Hu.

"My senior brother has long admired the name of the Sutra Library of Shaolin Temple and came to visit."

The person who spoke was Polaxing. When he and his senior brother Tseratha saw the chaos in the temple, they wanted to take advantage of the fire to rob the Sutra Pavilion and steal the sutra.

A Shaolin monk.

"Master, please stay here. This temple’s main storehouse of scriptures, please do not enter without permission."

While speaking, four monks held Zen sticks and blocked the door. Zheluoxing and Poloxing glanced at each other, knowing that what they were planning was difficult, so they had to abandon them and retreat.

After Zhou Xuan entered the Sutra Pavilion, he suddenly heard an old voice coming out from the high place in the pavilion.

"Where did you see them going?"

I recognize it as Xuan Ji's accent.

Another humane.

"We four were guarding here. The gray-clothed monk broke in and pointed our sleeping hole when he tried to wake me up. When the master woke me up, the gray-clothed monk no longer knew where to go."

Another old voice said.

"The window room here is damaged, I guess I'm going to the back mountain."

Xuanji Tao.

"good."

The old monk.

"But I don't know if they stole the scriptures in the pavilion."
Chapter completed!