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His target was places like the library where books were stored.

Logically, such buildings are usually not located in the most central and heavily guarded main hall area of ​​a temple, but they are also never located on the periphery.

As he was silently observing and judging the possible locations, he suddenly caught a glimpse of several dark figures moving at a considerable speed on another rooftop about a hundred feet away to his side!

Those people were agile and their movements were quite methodical, indicating that their lightness skills were not weak.

Most importantly, they don't have any names displayed above their heads; they are players.

Wu Feng's eyes narrowed, and he immediately pressed his body tightly against the shadow of the tree trunk, his gaze fixed on those people.

The dark figures had a clear objective and seemed quite familiar with the paths within Tianlong Temple. Perhaps they had scouted the area beforehand or had a map. They avoided areas with light.

We moved quickly through the dark rooftops, heading straight for a relatively secluded, isolated building in the northeast corner of the temple, partially hidden by several tall, ancient pine trees.

The building had a simple exterior, a two-story structure with flying eaves and brackets, and appeared dark and gloomy under the moonlight, with no lights shining through.

"Could that be the library? Or... is there some other good stuff there?" Wu Feng's mind raced.

These players acted decisively and with a clear purpose, obviously with ulterior motives, and it's very likely that this wasn't their first time here, or that they had made thorough preparations.

Without further hesitation, he observed the route and rhythm of the group's movement, and silently slid down from his hiding place. Using the shadows of the artificial hill and trees in the courtyard, he trailed behind like a real shadow.

He dared not get too close. Those people were quite vigilant, but thanks to their superior lightness skills and stealth, they always maintained a safe distance that allowed them to observe without being detected.

Soon, the group arrived at the detached building.

This is an old-fashioned two-story pavilion, and the plaque on the door is not clearly visible in the darkness.

The area around the attic was quiet; compared to the occasional candlelight in the distant monks' quarters, it seemed like a forgotten corner.

The leader made a gesture, and the group immediately dispersed, hiding in the shadows of the flowers and trees in the courtyard in front of the pavilion, cautiously observing their surroundings.

One of them seemed unable to contain himself and tiptoed to the closed door, reaching out to push it open.

The other person next to him reacted quickly, grabbed his wrist, and shook his head forcefully.

The man seemed to realize his mistake, withdrew his hand, and made an apologetic gesture to his companions.

The leader gestured for everyone to be quiet again, then crouched down and moved extremely slowly to the window on one side of the attic.

He first pressed his ear against the window paper and listened for a moment, then took out a thin reed tube from his pocket, the tip of which seemed to be covered with saliva, and carefully poked it gently into the old window paper, making a small hole silently.

He leaned closer to the small hole, squinted one eye, and peered inside.

The others couldn't contain their curiosity either, and they all crowded around the other windows, following suit, poking small holes in each of them to look inside.

Wu Feng lay hidden behind a dense clump of nandina at a distance of about twenty feet, watching the scene through the gaps in the branches and leaves. He was speechless and somewhat impressed: "The equipment is quite complete... They came prepared."

Judging from their demeanor, they are very skilled in the professional exploration process.

He was pondering whether to wait until these people succeeded and then stalk them from behind, or simply show himself now to scare them away and then figure out a plan.

From inside the attic, a deep, resonant snort suddenly echoed, exploding like a muffled thunderclap in the silent night sky:

"Hmph! What kind of petty thief dares to use such despicable tricks?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated the doors and windows, reaching the ears of everyone present, carrying an imposing and authoritative aura.

Upon hearing this, the players who were spying trembled violently, like cats whose tails had been stepped on!

The leader reacted the fastest, leaping backward and shouting, "The wind's getting strong! Get out of here!"

The group dared not linger for even a moment, and without even exchanging greetings, they exerted their strength almost simultaneously, their bodies suddenly rising up and using all their lightness skills to flee in the direction they had come from, as if their lives depended on it!

The speed of their movements and the decisiveness of their escape left Wu Feng, who was watching from afar, somewhat astonished.

"He runs really fast..." His lips twitched. But the old man's voice... he recognized it.

Just as those figures disappeared behind the rooftops in the distance, the heavy wooden door of the attic creaked open from the inside.

An old monk, dressed in a gray, worn-out robe and with white eyebrows and drooping cheeks, slowly walked out. He was Master Yideng, who had startled Duan Yanqing during the day.

Unlike during the day, he was now enveloped in a faint, almost tangible golden halo, like an inverted golden bell protecting him.

The halo swirled endlessly, radiating pure and vast Buddhist energy.

"True Qi protecting the body... and it's so solid." Wu Feng's pupils contracted slightly.

The old monk was indeed always on guard.

Yideng stood at the entrance, his gaze calmly sweeping across the empty courtyard. He glanced at the direction the group had fled, shook his head, and showed little anger on his face, but rather a hint of helplessness and weariness: "These wandering martial artists of unknown origin have been causing trouble in the temple lately, seeking nothing more than martial arts manuals. Alas, even this peaceful place is rarely peaceful now."

He did not pursue them, seemingly having grown accustomed to such harassment.

After saying that, he turned around, walked back into the attic, and closed the door behind him.

Just as the door was not yet fully closed, by the faint candlelight that may have been there before or lit when a lamp came out, Wu Feng caught a glimpse of what came into view inside—the outline of densely packed bookshelves reaching the ceiling, piled high with books and scrolls, and the air seemed to be filled with the unique smell of aged ink and paper.

"It really is the Scripture Pavilion..." Wu Feng realized, but at the same time, a sense of powerlessness arose in his heart.

The guard turned out to be Itto himself.

This was completely beyond his expectations.

He had assumed that such an important place as the Sutra Repository would at most be guarded by senior monks of the Ben generation, such as Benyin and Benguan, or by several martial monks.

If it's the former, with his current strength, subduing one person would be a piece of cake, and stealing part of the secret manual would be a simple matter.

Although it's troublesome, it's not entirely without room for maneuver.

But it was Yideng himself. This old monster, whose strength was unfathomable and who had mastered the complete Six Meridians Divine Sword, was personally in charge.

This is tricky, extremely tricky.

That solid layer of golden protective energy was clearly not just for show.

Ordinary poisons and sleeping potions would probably not even get close to him, as they would be automatically repelled by his true energy.

Ten-Fragrance Tendon-Softening Powder? I reckon if I blew it in, the other party would notice before the medicine even took effect, and then I'd have to face Yideng in his rage.

Unless he's caught completely off guard and eats it... but is that even possible?

The opponent is a grandmaster, with terrifyingly keen senses and incredibly precise control over himself.

Poisoning? That's as difficult as climbing to the heavens.

Wu Feng lay in the shadows, looking at the tightly closed wooden door that kept away countless possible secret martial arts manuals. He sighed softly and shook his head silently.

"This game... it's really not easy to steal some secret techniques or top-notch martial arts skills," he thought to himself.

If Tianlong Temple has a lamp, what about Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository?

Is there also a sweeping monk who wanders around with a broom every day?

Or are similar old monsters hidden in the important places of other sects?

Just thinking about it gives me a headache.

There are too many strong players, leaving very little room for players to take shortcuts or cheat.

Ultimately, strength comes from hard power.

Petty theft and petty theft will ultimately lead to nothing great, and the risks are extremely high.

With that thought in mind, he no longer lingered.

Quietly retreating, following the path they had come from, and taking advantage of the shadows, they seemed to melt into the night, leaving the Tianlong Temple area without a sound. They cautiously made their way back to the vicinity of the Sihai Inn.