Zuo Lenchan already felt the bone-chilling cold even before his opponent's palm energy reached his body. He was shocked and thought to himself, "I'm cultivating the Ice Genuine Qi, how can other people's internal energy make me feel cold?"
He quickly raised his palm in front of his chest, but unfortunately, it happened in a hurry, so he could only use fifty or sixty percent of his internal energy. When the two palms collided, Zuo Lenchan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole body was sent flying backward. When he stood firm, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The blood fell on the grass, and the crowd found that there were small pieces of ice mixed in the blood, emitting wisps of cold air.
You Tanzhi roared and pounced on him like a shadow. Zuo Lenchan's face suddenly turned pale, and he thought to himself, "Forget it, I didn't expect that I, Zuo Lenchan, would die in the hands of a Nameless pawn."
Unexpectedly, Master Fang Zheng suddenly stood in front of him and exchanged several palms with You Tanzhi in the blink of an eye, and the last palm pushed You Tanzhi back.
You Tanzhi was forced back more than ten steps before he could regain his balance. Even though Fang Zheng had suddenly appeared at an advantage, those few palms had been solid blows. There was no trick to it at all. You Tanzhi did not dare to rush over rashly in fear of his opponent's internal energy.
"Amitabha!" Master Fang Zheng chanted the name of Buddha.
Song Qingshu immediately sneered, "Master Fang Zheng, just now they took advantage of the situation to besiege me, why didn't you come to my rescue? Now that Zuo Lenchan is in trouble, you come running out. You're really in cahoots with him. "
"Your martial arts are far superior to mine, so why would I need to come to your rescue?" Fang Zheng replied, "You're a well-known leader in the martial arts world, so I can't just stand by and watch. What's more, this donor You's internal energy seems to come from the same source as our temple's Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, so I also want to find out the truth."
After saying that, he bowed to You Tanzhi, "Please return our temple's Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, benefactor."
"What Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture? I've never heard of it, "You Tanzhi replied in a muffled voice, looking very impatient. Actually, he wasn't lying because he didn't know that he was practicing the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture.
Ah Zi couldn't help but snort, "You shameless monk! Many people here have fought with my Junior Brother, and all of them can feel the coldness of his genuine Qi. Could it be that your Shaolin Temple's Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture is also this evil and vicious kung fu?"
"Amitabha!" Fang Zheng was highly respected in the martial arts world. Despite being ridiculed by a little girl, he was not angry. Instead, he looked at You Tanzhi and asked, "Benefactor You, have you ever been bitten by something as poisonous as a thousand-year-old ice silkworm?"
You Tan nodded subconsciously, which made Ah Zi, who was beside him, sulk.
"That's right." Fang Zheng sighed. "You must have cultivated our temple's' Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture 'by chance. That's why you were able to survive the cold poison. The Muscle-bone Strengthening True Qi in your body intertwined with the cold poison and evolved into this overbearing True Qi of extreme Yin and extreme cold."
You Tanzhi could not help but admire Fang Zheng's benevolent countenance for being able to reconstruct the situation so accurately with just a guess. Suddenly, he thought of the book he had obtained by chance. "Eh, could it be that the great master was talking about this book?" After saying that, he took out a simple and unadorned booklet with three curved words on the cover. If someone who understood Sanskrit saw it, they would definitely recognize the three words written in Sanskrit: "Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture".
Thinking of the legendary supreme skill of the Shaolin Temple, the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, which was more profound than the 72 Ultimate Skills was right in front of them, everyone's breathing quickened.
As an eminent monk of the Shaolin Temple, Fang Zheng naturally recognized Sanskrit. He looked excited and said, "This is the book!" The booklet in front of him was the original Sanskrit copy of the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture that had been mysteriously lost in the Shaolin Temple. In fact, compared to a martial arts secret book, this booklet had a greater symbolic meaning. After all, even the eminent monks of the Shaolin Temple rarely understood this book. The monks who practiced the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture all practiced the Chinese translation.
Thinking about this, Fang Zheng could not help but be curious. How exactly did this dull-looking young man learn the divine technique from this book?
You Tanzhi nodded and said, "I've always wanted to return this book to its original owner, but I don't know who the original owner is. Since it belongs to the Shaolin Temple, it should be returned to the Shaolin Temple."
Song Qingshu frowned slightly. Today, a large group of people had fought to the death and suffered heavy losses. If he let Fang Zheng find the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture, wouldn't the Shaolin Temple be the biggest winner?
Moreover, he had been tricked by Fang Zheng several times today. If he really sat back and watched him obtain the divine skill, how could he think?
Zi had grown up in the Xingxiu Sect and had long mastered the divine skill of observing people's expressions. Before Song Qingshu said anything, she had already guessed what he was thinking. He intended to give the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture to her master to please him. She rolled her eyes and shouted, "Little Junior Brother, don't be fooled by others."
Hearing her words, You Tan subconsciously withdrew his outstretched hand. Song Qingshu couldn't help but look at Zi with admiration. He thought that her ability to guess her master's thoughts was probably not inferior to Wei Xiaobao's.
Seeing that You Tanzhi had taken the book back, Fang Zheng suddenly looked a little unhappy. He said, "Little girl, everyone knows that the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture belongs to the Shaolin Temple. How can you say that it's a lie?"
Zi snorted and said, "Although the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture belongs to the Shaolin Temple, who can prove that this book is the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture? Maybe you saw my Junior Brother's amazing internal energy and deliberately set a trap to trick him? "
"The three words' Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture 'are clearly written on the cover. How else can we prove it?" Fang Zheng suddenly became anxious.
"Hmph, although I come from the Western Regions, I can still recognize the Central Plains' characters. May I ask if the three words' Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture 'are written like this?" Zi smiled disdainfully.
Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel very lucky that he had used the Soul Transfer Technique to 'recruit' her. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to deal with such a weird enemy.
Fang Zheng said impatiently, "These three words are written in Sanskrit. Naturally, they are not in the shape of Chinese characters."
"Hehe, who else here can recognize Sanskrit other than you, big monk? Isn't it up to you to say whether it's the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture or not? "Zi snorted.
The people around knew that Zi was pestering them endlessly, but many of them secretly nodded in agreement. What she said did make some sense. None of them understood Sanskrit, so it was uncertain whether this book was the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture or not.
Before Fang Zheng had time to explain, Zi said again, "Unfortunately, I come from the Western Regions and happen to know Sanskrit. These three words are not 'Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture', but 'Shenzu Scripture'! Little Junior Brother, give the scripture to your Senior Sister. "
You Tanzhi was confused by their tit-for-tat, but he still preferred to believe in his goddess. Hearing Zi's urging, he subconsciously wanted to give her the secret book in his hand.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, a loud shout came from the forest not far away, causing the blood and Qi of many people to churn. Soon, a tall and burly monk walked out with large strides. Beside him was an ugly little monk who looked a little silly.
Seeing the two, the people around suddenly burst into an uproar.
"It turns out to be Master Xuancheng, who is known as the first person in Shaolin Temple in 200 years!"
"The little monk beside him seems to be Master Xu Zhu, who shone brilliantly in the Golden Snake Convention."
"Yes, he shocked Nan Murong to the ground with one palm, and then the battle with the Sword Immortal was even more earth-shattering."
"It seems that that person is dead today."
"Not bad, he even dared to fight with the Shaolin Temple for the Muscle-bone Strengthening Scripture."
… …
"Since you claim to know Sanskrit, why don't you translate this sentence into Sanskrit?" Xuan Cheng strode over and sneered at Zi, "'If the night is restless, thoughts will fly, how can one be deterred?' How should this sentence be translated into Sanskrit?"
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