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Chapter 116 The cassock(2/2)

"It's just a little bit off."

"It's useless, they are all very cunning!"

"I have remembered this account. One of them is from Divine Sword Peak. Huh, last time a second-grade from Divine Sword Peak came here to act arrogant, and now there is another first-grade one. Do you think we Mingyue Temple dare not take advantage of them from Divine Sword Peak?

"

"Forget it, junior sister, Leng Wufeng from Divine Sword Peak is quite powerful, don't mess with him."

"Are you reluctant to part with it, senior sister?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"We know about the relationship between Leng Wufeng and you when we were young."

"Shut up!"

Fakong shook his head.

Unexpectedly, they are also related to Shenjian Peak. This is indeed a secret.

"Hee hee... Hey, by the way, whoever healed your injuries, we old guys have chased after you, who can resolve the first-level palm power?"

A woman asked with a curious smile.

All the women looked at Lian Xue.

"Girl Lianxue, is it you?"

"Uncle Yuyu, how can I do this? I am Fakong, the nephew of King Kong Temple."

"Well, that little guy? He's interesting. It seems like the Vajra Temple is going to be shaking."

"We owe him this time. We owe him a big favor. How can we repay it?... Otherwise, give him the cassock from our temple."

"A multi-treasure cassock?"

"It's useless for us to keep it. It's better for a man to wear it than to give it to him."

"This multi-treasure cassock is unusual. It's for the abbot. If we give it to him, he won't dare to wear it, right?"

"Based on this little guy's ability, I guess he will become the abbot sooner or later, and it won't be too late to wear it again in the future. Anyway, it is immortal and indestructible."

"Well, that's true, but I'm afraid he doesn't know the stuff and thinks we're fooling him."

"Look down on others, show them before talking."

"also."

If the Dharma is empty and thoughtful, there are many treasures in the cassock.

He really knows.

It is said that it is a treasure from an ancient eminent monk. It is blessed by invisible power and is immortal, undefiled and unsullied. It always maintains a golden light, shines brightly without light, and automatically shines without wind.

When he first read this record, he was curious as to why there had been no news about it since it was immortal.

Could it be that it was buried in an ancient temple and lost in the long river of history?

I didn't expect that this multi-treasure cassock would be acquired by Mingyue Temple. No wonder it has never been seen in front of others.

He shook his head in disappointment.

It seems that first-level masters are indeed difficult to kill.

I can't count on using the Great Light Spell to gain the experience of a first-level master.

During dinner in the evening, everyone gathered around the big round table by the lake.

Four adults and two children found the stone table in the pavilion too small and crowded, so they moved here to eat.

While enjoying the cool breeze, I ate slowly.

Xu Zhijian talked to Fakong: "Their qualifications are really good. If they come back one day tomorrow, they will be almost stable."

"Come again?!" Zhou Yang cried out.

Xu Zhijian's triangular eyes squinted at him.

He immediately shut his mouth, lowered his head, and continued eating his meal.

"What a blessing you are..." Lin Feiyang clicked his tongue: "You are the head of two families."

Zhou Yang curled his lips secretly.

What happened to the head of the family?

Lin Feiyang saw what he was thinking and said with a smile: "There are three major sects in the world, the Snow Mountain Sect, the Guangming Holy Sect, and the Tianhai Sword Sect. You are already the head of both families, and you are not satisfied?"

"Uncle Lin, you are really strong when you are the leader of three families."

"Oh, what a loud tone!"

"You are ambitious and work hard," Xu Zhijian said.

"Hey, Junior Brother Fawu?" Fakong suddenly turned his head and looked at the entrance of the valley.

In the dusk, the long sleeves of the Dharma-enlightenment monk's robe were fluttering.

Fakong's eyes fell on his left hand.
Chapter completed!
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