The woman's voice was hoarse, apparently disguised.

  "Everyone, I don't have any malicious intentions, I just want to borrow the Changing Muscle Classic from your temple for a use and return it immediately afterwards."

  Amitabha Buddha

  An old monk on the stairs said: "The donor came to Shaolin at midnight, probably not to borrow, but to steal!"

  "Old monk, don't spit blood at people."

  The woman rebuked: "I originally came to borrow it, but you are shouting and killing, which really disgraces the reputation of Shaolin Temple."

  At this time, another old monk shouted: "Don't listen to his nonsense, all disciples quickly take down the thief and hand him over to the Vinaya Court for punishment!"

  "Hah!"

  As soon as the old monk finished speaking, dozens of monks holding long poles surrounded the woman.

  Dozens of monks, long rods dancing, neat and uniform, as if the heavenly net fell on that woman's head.

  The woman could not avoid it and dodged the attack of the monk in front, but was hit by the long stick behind and beside her, instantly screaming in agony.

  The woman's mournful cry stirred Yang Chengye's compassionate heart, and he suddenly stood up, his body moving swiftly to appear outside the circle of monks, using his Devouring Demon Palm to injure nearly half of them.

  "Follow me!"

  Yang Chengye grabbed the woman's arm and rushed outwards with a flash of his body.

  "Nowhere to escape!"

  A loud shout burst out, followed by a sharp gust of wind that made Yang Chengye's back hair stand on end.

  Yang Chengye didn't do as he thought, turned around and exerted his full strength, slapping out with one palm, which collided with the palm of an old monk. The old monk immediately let out a muffled hum, his body flying backward.

  Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Chengye grabbed the woman's arm and disappeared into the darkness.

  "Big Brother!"

  Another old monk shouted and helped the other old monk up.

  "High, high hand………"

  The old monk only said two words before spitting out a mouthful of blood and then fainted.

  "Come on!"

  The old monk ordered the other monks to pursue, while he himself carried the fainting old monk away quickly.

  At this time, the torches in the Shaolin Temple were heavy, and countless monks were dispatched to capture the intruders, which also startled the pilgrims who were staying in the Shaolin Temple.

  Yang Chengye originally intended to send the woman out of the temple, and ran directly towards the temple gate. However, at this time, there were dozens of monks guarding the temple gate, each one as vigilant as if facing a great enemy.

  "It seems it can't be sent out after all."

  Yang Chengye muttered to himself and took the woman back to his own quarters.

  Yang Chengye put the woman on the bed and turned around to lock the door.

  "Thank you for saving me!"

  The woman thanked him in a hoarse voice.

  Yang Chengye ignored him and started taking off his night clothes.

  "What do you want to do?"

  Seeing Yang Chengye's movement, the woman let out a cry of surprise and her body retreated backward.

  "Shut up if you don't want to get caught!"

  Yang Chengye said as he put away the night clothes he had changed out of.

  Yang Chengye pushed the woman onto the bed with one hand and lay down beside her, casually grabbing a quilt to cover themselves.

  The woman also understood Yang Chengye's approach and obediently listened without making another sound, but her body began to tremble restlessly.

  "Yang Shi Zhu, are you in there?"

  Yang Chengye had just lain down when he heard the voice of Monk Jue Xin outside the door.

  Yang Chengye was about to get up and open the door, but as soon as he moved, the door bolt fell off, and then he felt that Laohe Shang quickly walked in.

  Yang Chengye hastily covered himself with his quilt and asked Master Jue Xin: "Master Jue Xin, what do you mean by this?"

  Amitabha Buddha

  The old monk joined his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra, saying: "Just now there was an unidentified person who broke into our humble temple. I am worried that it may be detrimental to the donor, so I came to check."

  "Now seeing that the donor is well, I can rest assured and take my leave!"

  Laohe Shang finished speaking and then left the Zen room, closing the door on his way out.

  Just now, Jue Xin and Shang came in. Yang Chengye felt the woman's body tense beside him. Now that Jue Xin and Shang had left, her body suddenly relaxed, and she was about to lift the quilt and get up, but was pressed down by Yang Chengye.

  At this time, outside the Zen room, Jue Xin's voice sounded again: "Benefactor, I'm leaving!"

  Yang Chengye secretly laughed in his heart, thinking that such a small trick could deceive him.

  It wasn't until then that Yang Chengye got up and came to the window.

  Outside the Zen room, Master Hsin said to several monks who followed him: "Nothing unusual, let's go somewhere else!"

  The old monk finished speaking and left with all the monks.

  "It's gone, get up!"

  Yang Chengye said to the woman on the bed.

  As soon as Yang Chengye's voice fell, the woman on the bed opened her quilt and sat up.

  At this time, Yang Chengye finally saw the woman's face clearly, with a dark complexion, and there was a mole with black hair on her left cheek. The monk's hat on her head was also crooked and about to fall off.

  Yang Chengye smiled secretly, such a clumsy disguise technique also dared to use.

  Yang Chengye had already seen that the woman was using a disguise technique, but compared to Ah Bi's disguise technique given to Ah Zhu, it was simply worlds apart.

  "Thank you for saving me, young master!"

  The woman's voice was hoarse as she thanked Yang Chengye.

  Yang Chengye smiled and said: "Since it's a thank you, shouldn't you show your sincerity?"

  The woman frowned and said: "Young master, what do you mean by this?"

  Yang Chengye said: "At least you should take off your disguise, otherwise this face is really unbearable to look at."

  "You, you know I used disguise technique?"

  The woman was suddenly startled by Yang Chengye's words.

  Yang Chengye laughed and said: "You also overestimate your own disguise technique!"

  Yang Chengye's words left the woman in a dilemma. She knew that Yang Chengye's martial arts skills were very high, and just now he had injured dozens of monks in an instant and escaped with her.

  His qinggong is extremely high, unheard of, and he's fundamentally not his opponent.

  If I don't lift the disguise spell myself, and he reveals it to others, I'll be in trouble too.

  The woman hesitated for a moment, then reached up and tore off the human skin mask from her face.

  When he saw the woman reveal her true appearance, Yang Chengye's eyes lit up instantly.

  Yang Chengye's guess was correct, this person is indeed a woman, and her appearance is not ordinary, with bright eyes and white teeth, a high nose, and can only be described as round and jade-like.

  The only thing that's a bit off is his pale complexion, probably due to his injuries.

  The woman who was the object of Yang Chengye's gaze did not feel disgusted, she had long been accustomed to this kind of gaze, but Yang Chengye's gaze was different from others, only astonishing and without any vulgarity.

  Yang Chengye composed himself and asked the girl: "Miss, why did you sneak into Shaolin Temple's scripture repository at midnight to steal the Easy Muscle Scripture?"

  The young woman sighed and said, "Young master, to be honest with you, I am Song Huilin, the daughter of Song Jindao, the leader of the Golden Knife Sect. My father entered a nameless mountain valley and obtained a strange book, but after practicing it, his meridians were damaged and he became possessed by evil spirits."

  "Master Su said that only the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple can save my father, so I came to Shaolin Temple to borrow the Yi Jin Jing for a use."

  "Dr. Su?"

  Yang Chengye's eyebrows jumped, and he asked: "Su Xinghe?"