Chapter 42-Jiu Mozhi Curses, The Main Event Is Coming
"Not good!"
Jiu Mozhi was shocked and his scalp went numb.
Because at this moment, he remembered something. He had also recently gone to the Sutra Depository to steal scriptures.
The inventory was probably going to expose this matter.
If this were to be exposed, as the Tubo Nation's Imperial Advisor, he would not be the only one who would lose face. The Tubo Kingdom would also lose face.
Great Song would probably ask for an explanation from Tubo.
Because at this time, as long as the emperor of the Great Song was not stupid, he would definitely want to suck up to Shaolin.
Although he did not think highly of the current abbot of Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ci, he knew that the true foundation of Shaolin Temple was the 108 Arhat Formation that was said to be invincible in the world, as well as the legendary 18 Bronze Men.
These two great foundations were the foundations behind Shaolin becoming the strongest temple protector of the thousand-year-old temple.
Jiu Mozhi was frightened.
As expected, the next moment, Jiu Mozhi saw his sneaky figure appear on the light screen.
"Why don't I wear night clothes?"
At this moment, Jiu Mozhi wanted to slap himself.
A skilled person was bold enough to go to Shaolin to steal scriptures without even disguising himself.
However, if you disguised yourself, even if you were exposed, no one would know who you were, just like the previous two people.
"I'll take inventory."
Even with Jiu Mozhi's personality, he had the urge to curse.
There was nothing wrong with his actions, and the Shaolin masters did not notice that he had entered the Sutra Depository.
However, no matter how much he calculated, he did not expect to come up with something like an inventory that could recreate everything that had happened in the past.
"Damn, it's that foreign monk Jiu Mozhi.”
"He actually dared to go to the Shaolin Sutra Library to steal scriptures without even covering his face.”
"Now that it's been exposed, it's enough to make this monk suffer.”
Duan Yu instantly recognized Jiu Mozhi's huge earlobe.
At this moment, he couldn't help but praise Jiu Mozhi.
"This stupid monk, not only has he lost his reputation, but he also has to face Shaolin Temple's crusade. I'm afraid his days will not be good in the future. He won't have time to care about you, Young Master Duan.”
A delighted expression appeared on Wang Yuyan's face.
As expected, in order to maintain their dignity, Shaolin Temple would definitely send out experts to deal with Jiu Mozhi, the only person whose identity was exposed.
The two of them could imagine Jiu Mozhi stomping his feet and cursing.
"It's Tubo Imperial Advisor Jiu Mozhi!"
"How dare you! He actually went to the Scripture Depository!”
Xuan Ci's face was already as black as the bottom of a pot, and killing intent surged.
He didn't know the identity of the two men in black, but Jiu Mozhi's appearance had successfully drawn away all of Xuan Ci's anger.
It could be said that Jiu Mozhi had taken the blame for Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan.
"Senior Martial Brother Abbot, Junior Martial Brother requests that you bring the eighteen bronze men down the mountain to capture this Tibetan Imperial Advisor, Jiu Mozhi.”
Xuan Ji, the head of Dharma Yard, looked murderous.
The Eighteen Bronze Men Formation was the foundation of Shaolin Temple, second only to the 108 Arhats. With the addition of him, the head of the Arhat Hall, even a Mythical expert would be able to take it head-on.
In order to capture Jiu Mozhi and protect Shaolin Temple, Xuan Ji didn't hesitate to send out eighteen bronze men.
"Good!"
"But let's finish the inventory first."
Xuan Ci's face was ashen. He even wanted to take action himself and bring Jiu Mozhi back to Shaolin.
If it weren't for the fact that monks didn't kill, he would have killed Jiu Mozhi.
The Nine Provinces was already filled with laughter.
Unexpectedly, there was a third person who treated the Sutra Depository as his backyard.
"No wonder the sweeping monk was too lazy to show up. This abbot Xuan Ci is too useless.”
Some people thought that this might be the reason why the sweeping monk was too lazy to deal with Xuan Ci and the others. The abbot was probably the first person in Shaolin history to do this.
On the light screen, the sweeping monk didn't stop Jiu Mozhi from stealing the scriptures.
Just like before, he stood at the side as if he was invisible. After Jiu Mozhi left, he returned the book to its original position.
Suddenly, a group of people appeared on the light screen. It wasn't just the sweeping monk.
Moreover, from the shocked looks on the group of people looking at the sweeping monk, it was obvious that the sweeping monk had already walked out of the backstage and revealed his true appearance.
"It's Jiu Mozhi. Has the sweeping monk decided to stop him?”
"F * ck, I saw Murong Fu from the Murong Clan of Gusu. Why is he here in the Sutra Depository? Could it be that he went to steal scriptures as well?”
"There's also Beggar's Sect Master Qiao Feng, Beiqiao Peak, and Nan Murong.”
"Damn it, have I been weak recently? Why do I see two identical Qiao Feng?”
"Eh? I thought I was the only one who was weak."
"None of you are afraid. That's another person who looks exactly like Qiao Feng. Judging from his figure and clothes, he's the second person who went to the Sutra Depository to steal scriptures.”
"The other one I don't know should be the first black-robed man who stole the scriptures. I don't know what happened, but these people were all blocked by the sweeping monk in the Sutra Depository.”
........
Someone said a few words and really told the truth.
Especially when they saw that not only were the identities of the two men in black revealed, but the two rising stars of the pugilistic world, Nan Murong of Beiqiao Peak, had also appeared. Everyone was immediately certain that the sweeping monk was still alive in this era.
"Don't f * cking blink. The highlight of this inventory is coming.”
Someone became excited.
As expected, the sweeping monk was going to show off.
Of course, it also meant that the inventory of the sweeping monk was about to end.
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