Fakong stopped talking.

Lin Feiyang's expression changed, calculating whether Fa Kong would fail.

If the spell of clouds and rain in front of people fails, should you find a way to save it so as not to scare away the pilgrims?

You have to find a foolproof method.

But it is almost impossible to find such a way.

No matter how powerful I am, I can't move the clouds in the sky, and no matter how fast my Qinggong is, I can't make rain.

After all the calculations, we can only judge Monk Kong’s own abilities.

well……

I have a hard life. I have to help and take care of people, but I also have to worry about these things. It’s so tiring!

He shook his head and sighed.

Zhou Yang said: "Uncle Lin, are you unhappy?"

Lin Feiyang's face suddenly darkened and he hummed: "Little Zhou Yang, are you not lazy in practicing?"

"How is that possible!" Zhou Yang said dissatisfied: "Uncle Lin, when did I become lazy in practicing?"

"You think I can't tell?" Lin Feiyang said disdainfully: "You are a little brat, you still want to hide it from me?"

"I'm lazy!" Zhou Yang said disdainfully: "Uncle Lin, don't lie to me."

"You are just moving your body and being lazy in your mind. You are not paying attention at all!" Lin Feiyang glanced at Faning: "Can't your master see that? I think he is soft-hearted and is reluctant to talk about you!"

Zhou Yang snorted and refused to admit it.

"Otherwise, I will keep an eye on you." Lin Feiyang said: "Things outside are very important, but if you don't practice well, it will delay your future achievements."

Zhou Yang was startled and lowered his voice: "Uncle Lin, why doesn't Junior Sister Qingluo come?"

He was a brat with a mature mind, and had already figured out Lin Feiyang's temperament.

It looks like he is laughing and joking and getting into trouble with himself, but if he looks down, it means he doesn't recognize his relatives. When the time comes, it will be useless for the master to intercede, and it will only work if the master speaks.

But the master uncle doesn't care about this at all.

"Little girl Qingluo..." Lin Feiyang frowned and thought for a moment, then turned to look at Kong: "It's true that I haven't seen Qingluo for a few days, I still miss her."

Although she was often angry with herself, it still made her wonder when she didn't see him for a while.

Fakong continued to eat without saying anything.

Lin Feiyang said puzzledly: "According to my understanding of little girl Qingluo, she won't be able to bear it. She won't be able to do it even if she doesn't come for a day."

Xu Qingluo was obsessed with Monk Fakong. She called him “Master, Master” so sweetly. Her attitude was completely different from her attitude towards her. She must have come to see her Master every day.

Fakong shook his head and said nothing.

"I'll go take a look." Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.

Zhou Yang smiled.

Faning glanced at Zhou Yang dissatisfied: "I just ordered you, Uncle Lin, to stop doing this again!"

"Yes, Master, my disciple is wrong." Zhou Yang quickly admitted his mistake with a low eyebrow.

"...Let's eat." Faning originally wanted to reprimand him, not to let him be clever.

But now that he was having dinner, with so many people around him, he was worried that speaking too harshly would hurt Zhou Yang's self-esteem and face.

I can only wait until I return to the temple to talk properly.

Zhou Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

What I fear the most is Master’s nagging magic skill, which is invincible in the world. No matter how strong I am, I can’t stand his nagging magic skill.

Lin Feiyang appeared in a flash with a gloomy expression: "Monk, it's not good. Qingluo's house has been ransacked and there is no one left."

Fakong nodded.

"You know?" Lin Feiyang's eyes widened.

Fakong waved his hands and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."

"..." Lin Feiyang's eyes were still wide open, staring at him as if he didn't recognize him.

Fanning also looked surprised and worried.

Zhou Yang's pink and jade-carved face was calm. Although he was anxious, he didn't show it and ate slowly.

Li Yuezheng was sensible and didn't ask any further questions.

Fakong put down his wine glass, stood up and walked out.

Everyone followed and walked out.

When we arrived at Zhuque Avenue, people around us all saluted and called "Master Fakong".

Fa Konghe nodded his head, returned the courtesy one by one, and walked without any hesitation or slowness.

He smiled warmly and nodded in return, while talking to Li Yuezheng: "What are the plans for Donor Li after he comes back?"

Li Yuezheng took a step back and stood side by side with Faning.

"Master, I want to return to the sect." Li Yuezheng said softly: "Although I have not completed my mission, I am really tired of it and don't want to live like this anymore."

Fakong nodded lightly: "Returning to the sect is indeed a good choice, but don't you think it's a pity?"

"Many disciples in the sect are like this. After practicing for a while, they return to the sect and make up their mind to practice. The progress will be faster... We, the disciples of the sect, in the final analysis, are still cultivating."

"Girl, are you a disciple of Tianhai Sword Sect?"

"...He is an unworthy disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect." Li Yuezheng nodded slowly.

"Tianhai Sword Sect..." Fakong muttered.

He didn't know much about the Tianhai Sword Sect, and there weren't many records about the Tianhai Sword Sect within the sect.

Moreover, the Tianhai Sword Sect is also quite low-key in its activities, even much more low-key than the Guangming Holy Sect, and its disciples often do things without registering their numbers.

Lin Feiyang's eyes widened and he looked at Li Yuezheng in surprise.

Li Yuezheng didn't show it at all, and she looked like she was weak and weak, but she didn't expect that she was a master disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

Li Yuezheng smiled at him.

Lin Feiyang scratched his head in embarrassment.

He hurried along very quickly, his feet were not idle, and his mouth was not idle either.

When I was bragging on the road, I belittled the disciples of the three major sects, saying that this one is not good and that one is not good. The three major sects are getting worse and worse. The disciples are not good enough and are not as good as the disciples of the Demon Sect.

It is said that the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect cannot bear to see that Sima Xun, who is known as the number one master among young people, has a weak ambition and a lack of magnanimity, so it is difficult for him to achieve greatness.

To be the number one young man like this is really embarrassing to the Tianhai Sword Sect.

He thought that when he mentioned the Tianhai Sword Sect, Li Yuezheng didn't say a word, allowing him to demote Sima Xun, and occasionally nodded in agreement.

He really looked down on Sima Xun.

Being fascinated by Ning Zhenzhen, he became helpless and unable to display the momentum of the top young master of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

He was extremely disdainful: for a top genius to be fascinated by a woman, it was simply an embarrassment to a man!

"Whether you return to the sect or not, you must be careful of Dayong's revenge." Fakong warned: "They will never let you go."

"Yes." Li Yuezheng nodded.

What he saw with his clairvoyance was that Li Yuezheng did not return to the sect, but stayed in the Green-clothed Foreign Affairs Bureau to continue working as a secret spy.

And he even sneaked into Dayong Tianjing.

It can only be said that people are not judged by their appearance. Li Yuezheng looks soft and frail, but he has a tough heart that is not afraid of death.

A normal person would not dare to go to Tianjing again.

Unfortunately, he could only see it for three months.

Within three months, she was still safe.

In the evening, Zhuque Avenue was more lively than usual. Along the way, Fakong was never idle. He kept talking, nodding his head frequently, and seriously responded to the respectful greetings of those around him.

When entering the temple gate, Li Yuezheng couldn't help but ask: "Master, don't you feel tired?"

She was tired from watching.

Fakong smiled.

He really didn't feel tired, but rather enjoyed it.

Each of these people who greets you may become your own believer and may gain merit.

If you want to achieve the Vajra state and live forever, you have to rely on them.

At this time, the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple was already brightly lit, bright and soft.

Fa Kong doesn't like darkness, so there are extra lights.
To be continued...