Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

Chapter 27 Great Harvest

Zhutianmen Space

Zhou Xian flipped through the Shaolin secrets. He read them quickly, reading ten lines at a time, just like a bored person who flipped through a book and read the entire secret book in just a moment.

Putting the Great Light Boxing Technique back on the bookshelf, Zhou Xian picked up the book Powerful Diamond Kicks and flipped through it again, still reading it ten lines at a time.

After flipping through dozens of books in a row, Zhou Xian suddenly stopped, rubbed his aching head, closed his eyes and sorted through the somewhat confusing memories.

After waiting for recovery, Zhou Xian picked up the secret book again and raced against time to memorize it.

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In the Zhutianmen space
Zhou Xian put down the last secret book, a hint of fatigue in his eyebrows, but could not hide the happiness in his eyes.

"Sure enough, the horse is not fat without the night grass. This wave can at least save a lot of good merit points. When I go back and sell it to the "Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation", I should still be able to gain a lot of good merit points."

Zhou Xian thought happily, and then with a thought, his consciousness began to return to his physical body.

Looking at the empty third floor, Zhou Xian thought, and the bookshelf that suddenly disappeared reappeared in its original position.

He raised his head and looked out the window, but it was just late at night. Seeing that it was still early, Zhou Xian immediately looked downstairs.

"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat."

After thinking about it, Zhou Xian went straight downstairs. There were dozens of bookshelves on the second floor, and there were probably at least a thousand books.

The accumulation of thousands of years is really terrifying. Zhou Xian seriously doubts that the Shaolin Temple has collected most of the martial arts in the martial arts.

Zhou Xian looked along the bookshelf, which was marked with the names of various sects. Zhou Xian browsed through more than a dozen books at random and found that most of them were simple martial arts. Occasionally, one or two books were just martial arts in the energy accumulation period.

Looking at the densely packed books, a glimmer of light flashed in Zhou Xian's eyes. He stretched out his hand to touch the bookshelf, and several bookshelves disappeared out of thin air with a thought.

In order to avoid making too much noise to attract the attention of the monks downstairs, Zhou Xian only collected a few bookshelves before sinking into the Zhutianmen space again.

After half a stick of incense, Zhou Xian suddenly opened his eyes, casually put the bookshelf back to its original position, and then followed the same pattern and collected the bookshelf again.

This cycle continued until a red light appeared in the sky. Zhou Xianfang rubbed his groggy head and put the last few bookshelves back to their original positions.

Looking at the endless rays of light on the horizon, Zhou Xian couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, thinking that he would rise like the great sun.

As the morning bell of Shaolin Temple rang, Zhou Xian left the Sutra Pavilion in a happy mood with a spring breeze on his face, as if everything he saw was pleasing to the eye.

"Amitabha, donor, want to leave?"

Abbot Xinji looked at Zhou Xian in surprise. He obviously didn't expect that he would leave so soon. You must know that although there are not many secret books on the third level, there are about a hundred of them. It is a fantasy to read them all in one night. .

Hearing this, Zhou Xian smiled slightly and said, "I'll come back when Duoercha arrives."

After saying that, he left the Shaolin Mountain Gate directly without saying how many secret books he had read. He felt silent for a moment and couldn't help but touch his bald head. After thinking for a long time, he could only go back to the room with his head full of doubts.

On the way down the mountain, Zhou Xian's steps were particularly brisk. He was already thinking about the rewards of going back, but he wished that Duoercha would arrive as soon as possible so that he could deal with his reincarnation space as soon as possible.

In the market at the foot of Shaolin Mountain, under the rising sun, smoke curled up from the cooking pots, and the morning fog began to gradually dissipate. The knights and knights in the inn were already sitting on the first floor and began to chat.

Zhou Xian sat quietly by the window, listening to the people in the arena talking about water, and the people around him seemed to ignore him subconsciously.

Even the people who were discussing him didn't realize that the protagonist in his mouth was sitting aside and listening to their discussion with great interest. Zhang Yuanshan looked at Zhou Xian with a springy face, and couldn't help but murmur in his heart, there shouldn't be a place waiting for fireworks in the Buddhist holy land.

The charming woman Ke Bijun seemed to have thought of something, her face turned red and she lowered her head.

Compared with the impure-minded Zhang Yuanshan, Jiang Zhiwei didn't think that way, but she was also wondering where Zhou Xian went last night. He was in such a good mood this morning, could he have picked up a treasure?
Seeing this, Zhou Xian smiled slightly and did not explain. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. He quietly listened to the bragging of everyone in the world and tasted the clear tea in his mouth.

After breakfast, the two women seemed to be impatient with the noise on the first floor, so they got up and went back to the room. Only then did some figures from the sect noticed Zhang Yuanshan and came over to chat with him.

Zhou Xian, on the other hand, used his mental power to make everyone subconsciously ignore him. He just wanted to watch quietly and didn't want to get into trouble.

Just then, several familiar figures walked into the inn.

It was Meng Qi and the others. Except for "Xiao Zi" who was unscathed, the others suddenly showed some injuries. Meng Qi's monk clothes were even stained with blood.

It was obvious that he had experienced a violent fight.

When Meng Qi saw Zhang Yuanshan, his eyes lit up and he walked straight to him and sat down next to him, ignoring the angry glares of the people present.

"Junior Brother Zhending, why are you in such a mess?"

Zhang Yuanshan looked curiously at the blood-stained monk's clothes on Meng Qi's body.

Meng Qi waved his hands with an unlucky look on his face and said, "Hey, stop talking, we were attacked on the road. What about Brother Zhou and Miss Jiang? Why don't you see them?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but frown, thinking that something had happened to Zhou Xian and Jiang Zhiwei.

Before Zhang Yuanshan could answer, Meng Qi felt his bald head being held by a big hand, and the familiar feeling made him startled.

"You're holding my bald head again!"

Meng Qi slapped Zhou Xian's hand away and looked at Zhou Xian angrily.

At this time, Zhou Xian also released his spiritual power. The people present were stunned, but they didn't understand why they subconsciously ignored the famous Zhou Xian just now.

"It's Master Zhou!"

With an exclamation, everyone came back to their senses and hurriedly bowed to Zhou Xian.

Zhou Xian nodded slightly to the crowd and said, "I don't deserve the name of a hero. Zhou is just a martial artist."

"No, no, if even the "Yi Bo Yuntian" Zhou Daxia cannot be called a hero, I'm afraid there are not many people in this world who can be called a hero." Everyone hurriedly complimented.

Meng Qi looked at this scene and couldn't help but be stunned, but he didn't expect Zhou Xian's reputation to be so great.

"Senior Brother Zhang, what have you experienced? Why is Brother Zhou so popular?"

Meng Qi looked at Zhou Xian with envy as he looked like a star holding the moon. After all, he also liked the name "Yuntian".

He looked down at the tattered monk clothes on his body and sighed helplessly. He felt that the word "hero" might not be relevant to him anymore. At most, he could only be called a "divine monk".

At this time, Qi Zhengyan and others also came over and looked at Zhang Yuanshan with curious faces. They were obviously also curious about why Zhou Xian had such a high reputation now.

On the other hand, "Xiao Zi" seemed to have a trace of doubt flashing deep in her eyes, as if she was wondering about Zhou Xian's origins. She didn't believe the nonsense about falling off a cliff.

(End of this chapter)