Three Thousand Planes Divine Thief System

"Eh? Why is this Yi Jing tendon blank?!"

Jin Bu Chang opened the Scripture, but found that the Scripture was blank, but the seal was indeed rubbed with the word "Yi Jing tendon".

They frowned and an idea came out. That is, this Scripture is false. However, then the question came again. Since it was false, why was it deliberately placed in such a secret place. Therefore, according to their speculation, this should be the real Yi Jing tendon.

But if it's really easy to read, why doesn't it have handwriting?

"Whether true or false, take it back first."

Jin Buhuan quickly received the scripture into the stolen library, but this time, the system didn't respond, which made him doubt that the scripture might be true or false.

Regardless of whether it was true or not, they searched in the enclosed space of the Golden Lotus base for a while. However, there was nothing else except the previous Scripture.

"Fat man, go out first. It's really not good. Come back tomorrow night."

They have been stealing for several hours and can't stay any longer. For their thieves, once they can't succeed within a few hours, they should give up. Of course, there are always opportunities.

The fat man nodded, and then they jumped out from behind the Golden Buddha. However, at this time, they clearly felt a slight sound outside the hall.

"Fat man, someone! Hide!"

Kim did not change his eyes and ears. Naturally, this subtle sound could not escape his insight. The two men urged turtle breath skill, and then hid in a porch not far away, revealing only a slight gap, observing everything.

Creak——

Just as they hid, a sound came from the copper door of the main hall. Then, a black figure covered his face and quietly entered the main hall. The man tiptoed and looked around. Looking at his dress, he should also be here to steal.

Brush——

"What a handsome lightness skill!"

The black shadow jumped up on the Golden Buddha at a very fast speed, which made Jin Bu change and secretly praised. But then he frowned and went straight to the Buddha statue. Did he know there was something behind the Buddha statue?

Sure enough, Jin Buhuan's guess was correct. The black figure quietly ran behind the Golden Buddha and into the lotus base. Unfortunately, Jin Buhuan has patronized here first, and the Scriptures inside have long been taken away.

"Damn it, it seems that I'm a little late. Who stole the I Ching tendon!"

The man in black seemed very angry and even couldn't hide his intention to kill, but he gnashed his teeth for a while and jumped out of the hall without a trace.

Waited for a while until there was no movement around. Jin Buhuan and Cao pangzi came out of the porch.

"His lightness skill is so unique that he doesn't look like a man in the Wulin..."

Jin Bu looked at the disappearing figure and muttered to himself. After that, he also went out of the hall with the fat man, quickly fled here and returned to the courtyard where the handyman disciples were located.

It was still dark. They returned to the wood room, closed the doors and windows, and then took out the Scripture.

"Yi Jing tendon"

This is indeed the Yi Jing tendon. Why is there no handwriting? They turned the books back and forth several times. There was really no handwriting. It was too strange.

"Brother, did you say this font... Just disappeared..."

The fat man took the Scriptures and made a bold guess. This sentence can't help but make Jin not change his mind. He once remembered that there was an ink called invisible ink, but anyone who wrote with this ink could not be seen by the naked eye. It needed unique means to make the handwriting visible.

When the two men pointed the page of the scripture at the candle, they observed through the candle light, but they still didn't see the existence of the handwriting.

"Do you need water?"

Then they soaked the Scriptures in water again. Strangely, there was still no obvious handwriting. Is this really just a fake Scripture. However, just when they were about to give up, a magical scene appeared. In the Scriptures soaked in water, some strange words appeared in half an hour.

"Look! There are words!"

The Sutra pages covered with water slowly showed strange handwriting. Jin Buhuan simply baked them in front of the fire. The handwriting quickly emerged. After a while, when the sutra was completely dry, the handwriting finally appeared on it.

"Eh? What kind of writing is this?"

They planned to study carefully, but when they saw the words on the Scriptures, they couldn't help being stunned. Because these words are like tadpole words. They are strange and don't look like ordinary words at all.

"System, check for me what the text of this Scripture is."

Tick——

The infrared scanner of the system scanned the Scriptures back and forth, and soon there were results. According to the feedback of the system, this is actually Sanskrit of Tianzhu in the western regions!

"System, translate it for me!"

Tick——

"The system is limited by level and cannot distinguish this kind of text."

To their disappointment, the system was unable to translate this translation. However, what they can confirm is that this is indeed the tendon of the I Ching. Moreover, according to Jin Buhuan's guess, this should be the most primitive I Ching tendon from Tianzhu.

It is said that Bodhidharma came back from the state of Tianzhu and brought countless wonderful books, of which naturally there is his Sanskrit translation of the I Ching tendon. I think it should be this one.

Therefore, to some extent, this Scripture is also the tendon of the I Ching, but the system can't recognize these words.

"In other words, I still have to find the book of changes in Shaolin Temple?"

The fat man was sloppy and depressed. Unexpectedly, he was busy. What he stole was the I Ching tendon in Sanskrit. The system does not support the conversion of this kind of text. This trip was in vain.

"Let's have a rest first. The next goal can only be to finish the master. Maybe the tendon of the I Ching is on him."

In any case, they must get the Yi Jing tendon, otherwise they will not be able to complete the task of the system. Moreover, it must be stolen and cannot be borrowed in a proper name. They stopped thinking, and then fell into a deep sleep.

The night passed in such a hurry.

Bang——

The next day, just after daybreak, a violent bell rang, which woke Jin Buhuan and him up completely. When they opened the firewood gate, countless disciples were walking outside the courtyard.

"Fat man, get up quickly. It seems that something happened in Shaolin Temple..."

Jin Buhuan quickly woke up Cao pangzi. The pangzi looked unhappy, but he still got up. The two men went out. Even if they grabbed a bald monk and asked,

"Elder martial brother, why are you in such a hurry? Is there anything big in the temple?"

"Don't you know such an important thing? Kaluoluo of Tianzhu Buddhism in the western regions came to visit our temple and said he wanted to ask for the tendon of the I Ching..."