Only the sound of running water was heard, and a pavilion stood beside a mountain stream.
A plaque hung at the top of the pavilion, boldly inscribed with the words "Scripture Pavilion."
The three men slowed their pace as they arrived.
For outside the Scripture Pavilion, at the moment, sat four monks cross-legged with over a hundred Arhat Hall monks holding staves standing solemnly behind them, a clear sign of strict vigilance.
"I hadn't expected these Shaolin monks to be so clever, knowing that Shaolin is vulnerable today, thus specifically leaving quite a few experts to guard this vital area."
Xiao Yuanshan saw that their presence had been noticed and chuckled shaking his head coldly.
Jiang Dali peered across at the pavilion standing by the stream, hands clasped behind his back as he walked calmly out of the woods, he marveled, "All Martial Arts under the sky stem from Shaolin, but the Shaolin Martial Arts originated right here in this Scripture Pavilion.
