The handsome middle-aged man stared at Lin Feiyang with an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

Lin Feiyang snorted: "You think I can't remember you and want to remember you? You even changed your clothes specially, and you are more energetic than before. It's a pity that you are still a straw bag, and you are just doing some sneaky things!"

"Ahem, what did he do to bring up the past? Master Fakong, take your leave." The middle-aged Junyi was quite embarrassed, so he turned around and left.

He felt that if he stayed any longer, he might not be able to stand in line, and he wouldn't be able to make any money at all, so it was best to take the next step.

Fa Kong said calmly: "Forget it."

Lin Feiyang stopped breathing and prepared to teach this guy a lesson, but he ran very fast.

"Abbot, something is wrong with this situation." Lin Feiyang looked around, his eyes like falcons, trying to see everyone clearly.

"Groups gathered around us." Xu Qingluo said softly: "This is to destroy your reputation, Master."

"Well, it seems that there is someone behind the scenes." Fakong said slowly.

"Kunshan Holy Cult?" Xu Qingluo whispered: "Are they trying to force Master to leave Shenjing?"

Fakong shook his head.

The Holy Cult of Kunshan has seen the hope of ambushing itself and killing itself in one fell swoop, so it will not create any more complications to avoid leading itself into another path.

What if I don’t let myself go out to play in the capital city anymore?

Wouldn't this be an ambush in vain?

"Isn't that the Holy Cult of Kunshan?"

"It's hard to say." Fakong said, "Let's take a look for now. There's no rush."

"Master, there's no rush." ​​Xu Qingluo was talking to Fa Kong, and slowly walked into Guanyun Tower, still being greeted by "Master Fa Kong" all the way.

People seemed not to be affected by the excitement outside Guanyun Tower and still believed in Fa Kong.

Fakong didn't seem to be affected, he still smiled, was gentle and calm, and had the demeanor of an eminent monk.

After sitting down, Lin Feiyang had disappeared.

Fakong looked out the window, thoughtful, his eyes blurred as if he was lost in memories, and he did not speak.

In fact, I have already used Fate Channel and looked at the few people on Suzaku Avenue to see what they have experienced in the past three days.

The three rough men, the skinny old man, and the handsome middle-aged man all escaped his fate.

Fa Kong quickly searched their experiences to see who they had experienced, who they talked to, and who they were influenced by.

Through crossover, a beautiful woman was finally identified.

A young woman with a graceful figure wearing a dark green robe.
Chapter completed!