"Oh, what a coincidence, Fakong."

"It's a coincidence. Brother Chu, are you coming over for tea?"

"That's perfect!"

In the past few days, this conversation has been had several times, and Chu Yu always waited for him to come back and drink tea together.

Fa Kong understood what he meant.

It’s about having a good relationship with yourself.

Urge yourself to fulfill your promise as soon as possible and don’t wait for two full months before writing to the Prince’s Mansion.

After several days of conversations, Fakong already knew that Chu Yu had exchanged two relics for the Leiyin Marrow Cleansing Sutra and the Feitian Temple's Yuanjue Feitian Sutra.

Fa Kong was secretly speechless.

It is indeed worthy of being called Prince Xin's Mansion, this is the power of power.

What can be exchanged for the Leiyin Marrow Cleansing Sutra and the Yuanjue Feitian Sutra must be the relics of a well-known eminent monk.

The relics of famous eminent monks are either enshrined in famous temples or placed at home by believers for enshrinement.

Ordinary people would not be qualified to see him, nor would they have the opportunity to see him.

"The great enlightenment returns the divine monk."

"The great enlightenment returns to the divine monk..." Fakong muttered.

The two of them sat in a small pavilion, drinking tea and chatting leisurely facing each other.

"My father found the ruins of a burned-down ancient temple, and found the relics of this sacred monk in the ruins, as well as a string of Buddhist beads, which my mother and concubine wore on their hands. It is very effective in calming the mind and calming the mind."

"Do you still have the relics?"

"...There are still a few more." Chu Yu said with a smile: "Otherwise, how could the mother-in-law agree to give me two."

Fakong suddenly felt itchy and unbearable.

There must be something wonderful about the relics of the Great Enlightenment Returning Divine Monk being favored by the Great Leiyin Temple and exchanged for the Leiyin Marrow Cleansing Sutra.

He looked at Chu Yu with a smile and shook his head.

Chu Yu smiled and said: "Fakong, do you want to share one with you? After curing the mother-in-law, I will ask the mother-in-law to give you one."

Fakong readily agreed: "I will go back to King Kong Temple in one month, and then go to Prince Xin's Mansion one month later."

"Why do you want to go back to Vajra Temple? Go directly to my house. It won't take long to come back and forth. Half a month is enough!"

Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.

Although I have learned the indestructible power of Vajra, the power of faith is not enough. I have to go back to Mingyue Temple to find Lian Xue to collect some power of faith.

This is more secure.

Besides, Mingyue An is not worried either.

Divine Sword Peak will definitely take revenge. If you get the Divine Sword of Heaven, you will be implicated in the cause and effect. If you don't have the divine power of the foot and the indestructible power of Vajra, then you can't care about it. You can't just sit idly by now.

"You're such a monk..." Chu Yu sighed.

I am really not willing to accept such inducements and only shorten the time by one month.

If possible, I really want to kidnap him back to Prince Xin's Mansion and force him to cure his mother-in-law.

Fakong said: "Could it be that the princess can't stand it for a month?"

"Every time I cough, it's extremely painful. My mother-in-law suffers several times more pain than I do. She has to do it every day. If you think about it, you'll know what it feels like."

"Brother Chu is extremely filial, which is rare."

"For the sake of my utmost filial piety, go there early and relieve the pain of my mother and concubine!"

Fakong sighed: "I really have no skills at all. The princess' side is in pain, and my side is a matter of life and death."

"What's going on?"

"Shenjian Peak wants to be detrimental to Mingyue Temple."

Fakong briefly explained what happened.

"The Divine Sword Peak in Dayong? Dayong Wulin and our Dagan well are inseparable..."

Fa Kong smiled.

"Why are you laughing!" Chu Yu said dissatisfied: "Did I say something wrong?"

"The Dayong Wulin has never stopped invading Daqian." Fakong shook his head: "It was only blocked by the Daxueshan Sect. There may be life and death fights every day... The world just thinks that the Dayong Wulin is content to keep itself."

"In this way..." Chu Yu frowned.

"It seems Brother Chu doesn't believe it." Fakong nodded.

"I don't believe what others say, but of course I believe what you say, Fa Kong." Chu Yu shook his head and said, "Why did the court conceal this matter?"

Fakong laughed again.

"Sigh..., that's it. I'm just an idler, why should I worry about this?" Chu Yu waved his hand: "How about that, I'll go with you, okay?"

Fakong pondered for a moment, then finally shook his head and refused.

All of Chu Yu's five bodyguards are top experts, not to mention Lu Xuanming, a third-grade Shen Yuan realm master.

But Lu Xuanming is the master of Diaoyue Dao, so Fakong has always been wary.

In the Ten Thousand Buddhas Peak of the Vajra Temple, there are also masters who suppress the Diaoyue Dao, and he is a disciple of the Vajra Temple.

——

A bright moon hangs high in the sky, shining brightly all over.

In the monastery, Fakong hugged the quilt and slept soundly, having a good dream.

He was glowing with golden light and stood in front of the crowd. No matter how hard they tried to kill him, the swords clanked on his body, but he clasped his palms together and stood still like a Buddha statue, invulnerable to weapons and weapons.

The foundation of the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility is to make the body reach the state of Vajra, become immortal and indestructible, and remain in the world forever.

Invulnerability, invulnerability to water and fire are just incidental effects.

For him at present, the side effects are more important, and invulnerability is the best.

"Bang!" A muffled sound came from the courtyard.

Fakong woke up with a start, floated up, with a faint golden light flowing around his body, and appeared outside the hospital wearing a moon-white middle coat.

Under the steps that were stained white by the moonlight, Chengxu was lying on the ground, while Jingli rolled aside.

Chengxu was lying on the ground and couldn't see his face clearly, while Jingli was lying on his back with his eyes closed tightly and his face was as pale as paper.

"Uncle, is this...?" Fakong frowned and stepped forward to help him up.

Chengxu raised his head with difficulty, half of his face was stained brown with blood, and grinned: "Don't worry about me for now. Let's take a look at Master Jingli first."

As he spoke, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Save Master Jingli first..."

He murmured, his eyes became blank, quickly lost focus, and his breathing became weak.

This mouthful of blood seemed to drain him of all his energy.

Fakong formed a seal with his hands and recited two rejuvenation mantras as quickly as possible.

When I checked his wrist, I found that there was no major problem, but that my energy was severely depleted, my body was completely empty, and my internal organs were damaged.

But the vitality is still there.

The rejuvenation spell can save him.

Fa Kong came to Jingli's side and put his hand on his neck. Jingli had lost his breathing and heartbeat.

His face was solemn.

Chengxu came to his senses at this time: "Is it hopeless?"

"Alas..." He sighed: "Uncle Master was already dead when I arrived, but I am not willing to accept it. Your Buddhist mantra is incredible to begin with."

Fa Kong put his hand on Jingli's wrist and frowned even more tightly.

Chengxu murmured: "Actually, I am not willing to give in. I also understand that no matter how exquisite the Buddhist mantra is, it can only heal the living, not the dead. After death, it cannot restore the Yang."

Fakong continued to remain silent, his brows furrowed even more tightly.

Chengxu then scolded: "Bullshit Guangming Holy Religion, Guangming, Guangming is a fart! They are just trying to gain fame and reputation, and they don't even spare the dead!"

"I came back with my uncle on my back, but they tried to obstruct me in every possible way, just because they were afraid of saving my uncle!"

"The Holy Sect of Light talks about rules? It's a joke! If they really follow the rules, they won't fight with more and less. Bah, they don't deserve to be called the Holy Sect of Light! They should be called Dark Demonic Sect!"

He cursed until his face turned red and his voice became louder and louder.

Under the rejuvenation spell, his vitality was rapidly recovering.

"This revenge must be avenged, must be returned, and beat them to pieces!"
To be continued...