Guo Fan’s plan cannot be hidden from others. After all, it’s really wonderful that a living person can restore the process of the matter by just confirming it.

But the time of exposure was far earlier than he thought!

Zhenmiao, who had only the lining of her body, was discovered by the patrol monk in the Precepts Hall before she could wake up from her coma.

Fortunately, Guo Fan had already obtained the inheritance of swordsmanship at this time and quietly returned to the servants' hospital for rest.

After a fragrant tree, monks gathered in the Main Hall.

In the forbidden Buddha Cave in Shaolin Temple, the true meaning of the inheritance was stolen. This is a big deal.

Does that person who can enter the Cave of Ten Thousand Buddhas means that the other party can enter and exit the Sutra Pavilion and the dense land of the Talin Land at will?

If you can steal the Prajna Demon-Subduing Sword, can you steal the Vajra Indestructible Magic Art?

Even Yijin Jing?

No one dares to be careless!

In the hall, the monks all looked cold and solemn.

"It is the most common laxative in the world of Qingzhi San."

After Xuande took the pulse of Zhenmiao, he clasped his hands together and presided over Wuwang and said, "The time for taking the medicine should be last night, and dinner has passed."

"It's so wonderful?"

Wuwang showed his majesty on his face and looked at His Highness's true wonder.

"I remembered it."

Zhenmiao raised her head and said hurriedly: "After using dinner last night, I also drank a pot of tea."

Speaking of this, he looked embarrassed again and whispered: "But I burned that water myself."

Xuannan's face darkened.

In other words, this clue is almost broken!

But it also shows that the person is familiar with the environment of the Prajna Hall and understands some of the wonderful living habits.

"Unless that person is born with the same appearance as the True Wonderful person, otherwise he will be proficient in the method of moving the appearance."

Xuan Cheng's interface of the Precepts Hall: "The appearance is different, even the Ruyi clavicle skills among the seventy-two unique skills are difficult to achieve."

"There are only a handful of things that can be done in the world!"

He had just changed his mind and several suspicious objects emerged.

"Won't."

Xuan Ding shook his head: "Although I am not familiar with the True Mia, the aura on that person is undoubtedly from Buddhism."

"Those who practice should be Buddhist Zen skills!"

His face was gloomy and his eyes were terrifying. He was deceived in person, and his Zen heart was filled with anger.

"good."

The old monk Wuxin nodded slowly and said, "According to the senior brother Wuming, that man practiced Buddhist techniques and obtained some true meaning of the Prajna Demon-Subduing Sword."

"That is why he did not doubt that person's identity."

"How many people practice the Prajna Demon-Subduing Sword in the temple?"

Wuwang glanced at the audience, his voice sank and said, "In addition, he also practiced Ruyi clavicle skills?"

A man from the Damo Academy heard this and said, "Zhenle, Zhenfei, Xuanzheng, Xuanwei, and Master Wukong."

When words fall, there is a silence in the field.

"It won't be them."

Xuan Cheng shook his head and said, "Not to mention whether they have time, they will not be able to become truly wonderful."

“Host.”

The first seat of the precepts hall was filled with no killing, and the sound was dull as a drum.

"Whoever knows that the true wonderful acceptance of the inheritance must be the one who has been lurking in the temple for a long time."

"Proficient in the method of changing shapes and changing appearances, and possessing great Buddhist Zen skills, it reminds me of someone."

"who?"

Everyone turned their heads.

"A few days ago, I saved the man from Zhenhui."

Wusha turned the rosary and said, "The martial arts that the man practiced, except for that strange killing move, should undoubtedly be passed down by Buddhism."

"And, when he fought with Xuankong a few months ago, his body size was not the same. He should be proficient in changing his appearance."

"But……"

Some people questioned: "That man seems to have no malice towards Shaolin, and Zhenhui is still thanks to him that he is fine."

"No malice does not mean that you will not learn martial arts secretly."

Wusha looked up, his eyes were not fluctuating: "It's amazing that he just knocked him out, and he didn't do anything bad. I think so."

"Who is that person?"

Wuwang looked at Wusha: "Do you have any clues in junior brother?"

"have."

Wusha nodded: "Although I don't know the identity of that person, the people in the Precepts Hall have been secretly investigating in the past two months."

"But I have found the hiding place of that person!"

“Where?”

"Handy House!"

…………

As soon as Guo Fan picked up the bowl and drank a sip of hot water, he heard a mess outside, and shouting endlessly.

"Peng!"

The door was pushed open heavily.

Zhenguan, with a gloomy face, walked into the meditation room surrounded by several people.

"True enlightenment, come out!"

"ah."

Guo Fan was stunned and glanced at someone: "Senior Brother Zhenguan, what's wrong? Why is it so messy outside?"

"It's the man from the Precepts Hall."

He really looked at the people beside him, snorted, and said, "The Precepts Hall is going to search our Servant Hospital."

"It's a thorough investigation!"

A monk said coldly: "Everyone is going to gather in the square outside. Your name is Zhenwu, right? Go out with us!"

"good."

Guo Fan stood up, hesitated for a moment and said, "Several brothers, don't you know if it will take a long time?"

"What, is there something wrong?"

The monk frowned.

“That’s right.”

Guo Fan touched the gauze on his head and said, "I was injured some time ago and I need to take medicine regularly."

"Injured?"

The monk was a little hesitant.

"Senior Brother."

Zhenguan said aside: "Zhenwu and Zhenhui used to eat and live together, and the injuries on their bodies were also a few days ago."

"oh."

The monk's eyes suddenly turned: "It's you!"

Obviously, he knew about Guo Fan’s situation.

Then he shook his head gently and said tentatively: "Sorry, I'm afraid it won't be done in a short while. Otherwise, you should take the medicine first?"

“Okay.”

Guo Fan chuckled, then took out a pill from his body and swallowed it with hot water in this bowl.

"alright!"

Putting down the bowl, he nodded to the few people, and his steps were slightly vague toward the outside of the door.

At this time, the Servant House was already in chaos.

I don't know how many monks rushed in and pulled out all the novice monks, either pushing or shouting.

Even those who are sleeping on night shifts are no exception!

Countless people were either shocked or angry, and were kept in the square, and their faces were shocked.

This place has long been surrounded by monks from Shaolin Temple.
To be continued...