Jiuyang Zhenjing - The Return of The Condor Heroes

The manual's existence is not known to the jianghu until it was stolen by Yinkexi and Xiaoxiangzi at the end of The Return of the Condor Heroes. The Shaolin librarian Jueyuan and his young apprentice Zhang Junbao pursued the thieves to Mount Hua to retrieve the stolen book. They encountered the new Five Greats (Huang Yaoshi, Yang Guo, Guo Jing, Yideng and Zhou Botong), who were just departing from the summit after paying their respects to the late Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng.

Zhang Junbao defeated Yinkexi and Xiaoxiangzi with Yang Guo's help but had not found the missing book yet. In fact, Yinkexi had already hidden the manual in the abdomen of a white gorilla. He and Xiaoxiangzi later suspected that each other was intending to keep the manual for himself. They fought to seize possession of the book and ultimately Yinkexi killed Xiaoxiangzi but he was also fatally wounded and remained in a moribund state. Yinkexi met the Kunlun Sect elder He Zudao and made a dying confession to He, telling him to inform the Shaolin Sect where the manual is. He Zudao misheard "The manual is in the ape" as "The manual is in the oil" and passed on the wrong message to others. The mystery of the whereabouts of the manual baffled martial artists in the jianghu for nearly a century. He Zudao also disappeared mysteriously after being defeated by Jueyuan in a fight.

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