The golden color of the clouds slowly dissipated and the sky returned to normal.

This scene won't attract anyone's attention. Even if they saw it, they would think they were dazzled and have an illusion.

Zhiyuan stared deeply at Fakong.

Seeing the Great Light Spell being cast with his own eyes, he had extraordinary eyesight and saw the vague and strange appearance behind the clouds.

The ground is made of white jade, the walls are paved with gold bricks, and the roof is made of colored glaze, emitting colorful light. It is indeed the Western Paradise described in Buddhist scriptures.

Fakong closed his eyes and experienced the memories of the three people.

Among the three, the one with the strongest cultivation is Monk Haijing.

I entered Feitian Temple when I was young and devoted myself to practicing the Feitian Spiritual Movement Sutra. My experience was uneventful with no twists and turns.

Practice again and again until you reach the third level.

After entering the third level, you need to practice before you can enter the second level or even the first level. A luxurious place like Shenjing is the best training ground for the Feitian Spiritual Movement Sutra.

Only then did Fakong realize that the disciples of Feitian Temple started by practicing asceticism. They did not take out their blankets, did not take baths, stood in the cold wind, and stood on cliffs. Some were dangerous and some were painful. They were all painful practices that went against human nature.

Compared with their practice, the disciples of Vajra Temple are like being in a honey pot, and the hardships endured by the disciples of Vajra Temple are nothing compared to those of Feitian Temple.

It is precisely because of hard training that they have sharpened their pure and firm will, so that when they plant golden lotus in the poisonous fire behind, they can escape unscathed.

Without such painful training, success would never have been possible.

Even with such hard training, many disciples still lost their halberds.

Outwardly licentious, but innerly pure, these are the true disciples of Feitian Temple.

People in the world are often deceived by their appearance, thinking that all the disciples of Feitian Temple are blessed and blessed without knowing their true colors.

Fakong opened his eyes, came to Monk Haijing, reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, and his mouth immediately opened.

Zhiyuan asked: "What's going on?"

"Uncle Zhiyuan, please look at Uncle Haijing's teeth."

"...One is missing?"

"It should be Mei Sanbian's doing." Fakong said slowly.

When Mei San came to pry off Haijing's teeth, Haijing was not completely breathless, but his strength was gone. The thief was empty and he couldn't move his fingers.

He could only watch and let Mei Sanbian pry open his mouth, and unexpectedly took out a tooth without any blood.

"Damn it!" Zhiyuan's eyes flashed with cold light.

This is the trophy collected by Mei Sanbian. It is a humiliation to Haijing and a humiliation to the entire Feitian Temple!

He could imagine that Mei Sanbian must have put these teeth together, admired them carefully, and slowly tasted his masterpiece.

Fakong's eyes suddenly became dark, and he said softly for a moment: "I found him!"

"Where?!" Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.

Fakong stretched out his palm: "Uncle Zhiyuan Master, please give me something that is always with you."

Zhiyuan didn't say anything and directly handed him the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Fakong took it and disappeared without a trace the next moment.

Old monk Huiling said with a smile: "Old bald donkey, are you convinced?"

Zhiyuan glared at him coldly, thinking that he couldn't see the heat, and he still mentioned this after what time of day it was!

"Stupid!" Old monk Huiling curled his lips: "Check your prayer beads. If you find this kid, you have found Mei Sanbian!"

"...Let's go!" Zhiyuan's eyes burst out with cold light, turning into a shadow and fluttering away.
Chapter completed!