Naruto Puppet Master

"Oh! That's it! Okay, I'll go right away." Jue Yuan nodded immediately after hearing this and turned back.

After a cup of tea, Jue Yuan walked out of the Scripture Depository Pavilion carrying a small wooden box on his back.

"Dong dong dong, the benefactor, the young monk Jue Yuan, is here to deliver scriptures to you." Outside the guest room No. [-], Jue Yuan knocked on the door and asked under the supervision of two tall guards.

"Come in!" Ouyang Ke replied calmly in the room.

"Squeak!" Jue Yuan opened the door and walked in.

He saw a man as fat as a bear sitting on the bed looking at him.

"Oh Mi Tuo Buddha, the young monk Jue Yuan of the Sutra Pavilion, under the order of the abbot, has handed over all the ancient scrolls from the founder's period in the Sutra Pavilion to the benefactor for study. Please see where to put them for you." Jue Yuan gestured. The small wooden box behind him spoke.

"Oh, is there this small wooden box here? How many books are there?" Ouyang Ke pointed to the bed next to him and said.

"Oh Mituo Buddha, there are only twelve books. Except for eight complete ancient scriptures, the rest are original Buddhist scriptures written during the Patriarch's time." Jue Yuan said while putting down the small wooden box.

"It is difficult for ancient books to survive, so they are originally rare. Except for the Diamond Sutra and the Prajna Sutra, these are the only ancient scriptures left in our Shaolin Temple. I hope the donor will pay attention to keeping them carefully when studying them."

"Little monk, are you sure all the scriptures I want are here." Ouyang Ke looked at him calmly and said, "Is there anything missing?"

"No." Jue Yuan said with certainty: "The young monk has been visiting the Sutra Pavilion for more than three years. In addition to cleaning the Sutra Pavilion, he also organizes these Buddhist scriptures. Although he has not studied them all, there are some Buddhist scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion. How many scriptures there are and which scriptures there are, the young monk knows very well, especially these original precious ancient scrolls, which are the objects that the young monk usually takes care of, and there is absolutely no way that there are any omissions."

"Your name is Jue Yuan." Ouyang Ke said with a chuckle.

"Yes, donor, young monk Jueyuan." Jueyuan said again with some doubts.

"Jueyuan from the Sutra Pavilion! You are very good. I am optimistic about you. Go back and report to Master Abbot! The sutras have been delivered. Come and get them back at this time tomorrow!" Ouyang Ke said with a chuckle.

"Um, this donor seems a little strange!" Jue Yuan thought secretly as he looked at Ouyang Ke's strange smile and words.

"Is one night enough? Donor." Although he felt a little weird in his heart, Jue Yuan still reminded him on his face.

"It's okay. I can read at least one scripture in one day. Since this ancient scroll is very precious, then after I finish reading it, Jueyuan, you can come and take it back! Don't let me accidentally injure you again." Ouyang Ke He smiled and nodded.

"Okay, then, the young monk will come here to collect scriptures at this time tomorrow." Jue Yuan cupped his hands and saluted, "Young monk, take your leave."

"Squeak!" As the door closed, Ouyang Ke, who chuckled, carefully felt the surroundings. After making sure that no one was approaching, he immediately picked up the wooden box next to him.

He opened the wooden box and took out these ancient scriptures one by one and placed them on the bed one by one. .

When Ouyang Ke took out the fifth scripture, an ancient scripture called the Lankavatara Sutra appeared in front of Ouyang Ke.

Holding back the excitement in his heart, Ouyang Ke slowly picked up the four ancient volumes of the Lankavatara Sutra.

When I opened it, I saw that there were tiny words appearing between the lines from time to time. At first glance, it looked like written remarks, but in fact it was a collection of internal skills, mental methods and martial arts philosophy.

The Nine-Yang Manual is a unique internal skill in the world. A pure yang internal energy can be cultivated. Apart from not being able to fight for a long time before it is fully achieved, to avoid the risk of dying from discouragement and the difficulty of burning the inner energy when the internal energy is finally achieved. The difficulty of training.

And once it is completed, the inner energy recovers very quickly. By grasping the output specifications during battle, it can almost form a feeling of endless inner energy. In addition, the protective rebound of the inner energy is both a part of the indestructible magical power of the Vajra and the inner energy defense of the golden bell. Its characteristics and amazing defense make it possible for a cultivator to become a top master even if he only uses ordinary fists and kicks and does not know other martial arts.

"With this magical skill, this trip to Shaolin will be worthwhile." Once he confirmed the existence of the inner skill, Ouyang Ke immediately remembered the above memory wholeheartedly.

An hour later, Ouyang Ke put down the four volumes of scriptures, but he had already fully memorized the internal skills and mental methods in the books with his photographic memory.

At the same time, the small eye in his brain also sent a hint that Qi Luck could be absorbed.

"5.00%? It is indeed the key to the subsequent plot of Yitian." Ouyang Ke thought with a sigh in his heart.

Thinking of the generation of Taoist masters who relied on this magical skill to lay the foundation for their rise, and the last Mingjiao leader who relied on it to embark on the path of the protagonist, Ouyang Ke suddenly felt a sense of joy in his heart.

"But the book must be returned, and it is the meat that is actually eaten in the mouth!"

"And this kind of thing still needs to be done more. However, the predecessors planted trees for the next generation to enjoy the shade. It is better not to go too far. Why not leave a child's skill behind!"

After thinking about it, Ouyang Ke took out the tools he had prepared and began to carefully remove the words on the internal energy from the scriptures. At the same time, a special boy's internal energy that cultivated pure Yang Qi was immediately recorded in the previous position by Ouyang Ke. , completely covering up traces of deletion.

"Phew, it's finally done." Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Ouyang Ke, who had been in the room all day, breathed a sigh of relief and put down the fine pen in his hand.

Then he looked at the afterglow outside, and immediately picked up the remaining ancient scrolls again.

Since Bodhidharma was able to practice the inner strength and mental methods corresponding to the Buddhist scriptures in the Lankavatara Sutra, who can be sure that the same internal strength and mental methods are not left in other ancient scrolls!Therefore, while there is still time, Ouyang Ke is not willing to give up possible opportunities.

After another three hours, Ouyang Ke finally put down the scripture after reading it several times.

"Oh, I'm just greedy. I'd better be honest and ask for 72 unique skills!"

"The Boy's Kung Fu, the Twelve-Layered Golden Bell, the Yi Jin Jing, and the Marrow Cleansing Sutra are also unique skills passed down from Bodhidharma. I don't know which ones I can get tonight."

"Master, the time is coming. It's time for you to rest." Just as Ouyang Ke was sighing in his heart, the reminder from the guard outside the door came.

Of course, in Ouyang Ke's view, the so-called reminder of rest time was indeed the time he had agreed with his loyal soldier and uncle Ouyang Feng to take action yesterday.

It's just because the guards outside have just been recovered and are not worthy of trust as confidants, so they use rest as an excuse to remind them.

"I understand." In the room, Ouyang Ke took a deep breath and replied in a deep voice.

At the same time, the night

, in the dense forest halfway up Shaoshi Mountain, dense black shadows in the dark forest kept flashing out from the forest.

"Master, the appointed time has come." A Toutuo dressed in black with disheveled hair said respectfully to the tall man in front of him.

"Then don't keep Kerr waiting, let's go." The metal-like figure echoed in the forest. At the same time, the black shadows everywhere on the ground and on the trees moved at the wind, turning into ghostly black shadows and moving towards the distance. There is still a little bit of light running towards the temple.

"Ah! Enemy attack!" A sudden warning sound came from the Shaolin Temple, which had been extremely safe for decades after the mountain was closed.

The next moment, commotion spread from all over the huge Shaolin Temple complex.

At the same time, a surly and fierce whistling sound also spread in the air.

"Shaolin Temple, I, Huo Gong Tutuo, am back again. This time I will definitely destroy your Shaolin Temple to avenge my resentment and pursuit for more than 20 years."

"Damn it, how could it be Huo Gong Tutuo?"

"Isn't he being chased by the uncles of the first master? How could he come back to attack the Shaolin Temple?" Following Huo Gong Tutuo's unabashed roaring declaration in the darkness, the Shaolin monks who had been alarmed by the alarm did not dare to exclaimed with confidence.

"How dare he come back? Aren't you afraid that the abbot and uncle will capture him?"

"Don't worry about the reason. I heard more than one call. I'm afraid Huo Gong Tutuo is not the only one who has returned. He must have brought outsiders with him. Let's go quickly to protect the monks." An unknown elderly monk said during the commotion. Said eagerly.

"Yes, senior brother." The next moment, many monks who heard this senior brother's words immediately followed his footsteps with monk sticks and ran towards the place where the screams started.

At the same time, in the abbot's courtyard, several old monks, led by Shaolin abbot Jie Ai, quickly rushed towards the main hall.

As the first hall at the front of the Shaolin Temple building, unless the enemy comes directly to take the dangerous mountain road, otherwise, if you want to enter the Shaolin Temple, you must go to the Main Hall.

The mountain road was dangerous, and except for a few experts, it was impossible to pass large-scale manpower. Therefore, the abbot and others, who were more skilled in martial arts, immediately rushed towards the main hall after sensing the enemy's large number of manpower, in an attempt to block the enemy outside.

In the Main Hall, the solemn and majestic Buddha statue decorations in the past, except for the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha statue at the top, other tables, chairs, and smaller Buddha statues have been damaged to varying degrees. At the same time, five or six wailing monks were lying in disorder. on the ground.

The disheveled Huo Gong Tou Tuo looked at the trio of Jie Ai who had just walked out of the back hall with a majestic face.

"Uh, hahahaha, there are only three of you now, where are the others! In addition to the five old guys who were beaten to death by me, I remember there are some old immortals in Shaolin Temple. Why don't we call them out together." Pyrotechnics Toutuo laughed with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Don't you have already gone down the mountain to chase me!"

"Oh Mi Tuo Buddha, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless and there is no turning back, you lust idiot, even if Shaolin is ashamed of you, but after all it is the place where you grew up and Shaolin raised you, so why do you have to suffer so much to create such murderous karma!" Jie said with an angry face. Like bitterness, he lowered his eyebrows and said.

"Shut up, my current name is Huo Gong Tu Tuo~ Yuan Tou. The Shaolin sex idiot has died a long time ago. Don't talk about Buddhism with me. Your Shaolin Temple is just a devil's cave in the world! You are not qualified to teach me a lesson." Huo Gong Tu Tuo said. Lu said cruelly.

Apparently the unpleasant events that happened here were heard, and the murderous intention in his heart became even stronger.

"Oh Mituo Buddha, senior brother, he seems to be possessed by a demon. It's better not to waste your efforts. It's better to kill the demon directly to save the monks." A tall middle-aged man to the left of Jiehe said harshly:

"Yes, Junior Brother Jiefa is right. The best solution for this dormitory is to use methods to subjugate demons instead of reducing them." A tall, thin, older monk on the right side of Jiehe said.

"Oh Mituo Buddha, this poor monk understands. Then please ask your senior fellow apprentices to stop the others. I will personally take down this Shaolin traitor, so that I can comfort all my fellow apprentices and disciples novice monks who died at his hands." Jie said with a bitter look on his face.

"Junior brother, the abbot presides over it. The responsibility of cleaning up the house should be left to junior brother!" the old monk said.

"Then junior brother will take action first." Another middle-aged monk named Jiefa said.

At the same time, his tall and fierce figure had already rushed towards the black shadows peeping around him the moment he finished speaking.

"Kick like a shadow" is one of Shaolin's 72 special skills. Because the kick is extremely fast and fierce when attacking, one kick will often occur, and the second kick will follow to attack the same position of the opponent. It is quite like the continuous water of the Yangtze River. The momentum is overwhelming.That’s why it’s called the shadow-following leg.

"Do it." At the moment when Jiefa took action, Huo Gong Tutuo also ordered the dead men around him, and then he shot two powerful Vajra fingers through the air towards Jie Ai and the old monk beside him.

At the same time, leaving aside the fighting and fighting in the Main Hall, in the Sutra Pavilion at the back of the Shaolin Temple, Jue Yuan, who was staying overnight, lit a candle and anxiously recited Buddhist scriptures at the door.

It was obvious that the noisy fighting sounds had reached the Sutra Pavilion in the silent night. Although Jue Yuan, who knew that he had no life force, was worried about the situation in Shaolin Temple, he also knew that going down at this time would only be a burden, so he could only Ziah looked at the door and chanted sutras to calm his restless heart.

Suddenly a breeze blew by, and a thin black shadow suddenly appeared behind Jue Yuan like a ghost. The next moment, a knife slashed across Jue Yuan's body. Jue Yuan, who was chanting sutras without fear, fell down with a muffled groan. .

Under the dim candlelight, a man wearing a silver Shura mask looked eerie in the light and shadow.

The next moment, as the Shura masked man waved his hand, a series of dark ghostly figures in the darkness not far away moved toward the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion fiercely and covertly.

"Who dares to peek into my Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion?" Just after a dozen black shadows rushed into the dark Sutra Pavilion, two old roars came from the attic.

"bang bang bang"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"" three black figures screamed and were knocked out of the attic.

"Someone!" Accompanied by several muffled sounds of being hit and screams of pain, several black figures who had not completely rushed in immediately shouted.

At the same time, they also took out Tang knives and hidden weapon darts.

"Damn it, the people left behind haven't been transferred. Come on, come to me immediately. You must get 72 stunts for the sake of the master." Silver-faced Shura roared angrily.

Then, together with another silver-faced Shura, the two roared and rushed towards the two old monks who were revealed in the hole in the attic.