"Brother Xu, it's actually nothing. It's not surprising that people have different ideas."

"I have no intention of sparing the two of them. Even if they survive, they will be driven into a big bright stake, making them suffer from the burning sun every day."

Fa Kong smiled and nodded, noncommittal.

It is useless to argue about this matter.

The way to get along is to put aside disputes and seek common ground while reserving differences.

"Brother Xu, how do you like my tea?"

"Good tea." Xu Zhijian nodded: "But I don't like tea."

"Oh——?" Fakong laughed: "It's really a sin to drink with me for so many days."

Lin Feiyang, who was standing aside, widened his eyes.

Watching Xu Zhijian taste tea seriously, after taking a sip, his eyebrows furrowed, thinking that he was just like Monk Fakong who was proficient in tea taste and had a picky taste.

This made me unconvinced and worked hard to continuously improve my tea-making skills.

It turned out to be empty airs!

"You think the tea is fragrant, I think the tea is bitter, but the bitterness is nothing."

He didn't want to disturb Fakong's interest.

Fakong was sparring with him, and he was expounding his views on martial arts. His words were filled with true knowledge and insights, and he actually had no secrets.

It's okay to drink a cup of tea with him by yourself.

Now, when we have established friendship, we can tell the truth.

After these few days of getting along, he felt Fakong's magnanimity and sincerity, as well as his selfless help. He was so grateful that he considered Fakong a close friend.

Since we are good friends, we should tell the truth and there is no need to hide anything.

"Then change it for you?"

"No need." Xu Zhijian shook his head: "It's for fun, not tea, that's it."

"Brother Xu, you are really..." Fakong shook his head and laughed.

…

The two chatted for a while about martial arts affairs.

Fakong talked about the power of the soul and asked if any sect in the world had any martial arts that could enhance the power of the soul.

There is no concept or expression of spiritual power in this world. To put it more closely, it is the power of the soul.

The Guangming Holy Cult is a model of using the mind to control things, which is likely to involve the use and cultivation of spiritual power.

This is actually one of the fundamental reasons why he took the initiative to make friends with Xu Zhijian.

"The...power of the soul...the soul..." Xu Zhijian's eyebrows were knitted together, and his triangular eyes were narrowed to the point of being invisible: "The power of the soul..."

Fakong smiled and said: "Actually, it's similar to your bright heart. To cast a Buddhist spell like me, you need the power of the soul to attract the mighty power of heaven and earth to join you, but it also consumes the power of the soul."

"It's different." Xu Zhijian shook his head: "The heart of light gets stronger the more you use it, and it won't be depleted... Well, I kind of understand, it should be mental power."

Fakong nodded.

This is pretty much the same.

"If it comes from mental strength, our Da Qian sects don't have such mental methods, but Da Yong does."

"oh--?"

"There is a copy of the White Lotus Temple's Void Fetal Breathing Sutra at the Holy Sect Headquarters." Xu Zhijian nodded: "It's just half of it. This sutra is for training your mind."

"Bailian Temple..." Fakong thought thoughtfully.

He searched the memories of everyone in Dayong and found the White Lotus Temple from Gu Xinxian's memory.

But it is a temple that has disappeared.

Two hundred years ago, Bailian Temple was also a large temple with great popularity. Although it was not as good as the Daimyolian Temple that is now at its peak in Dayong, it was not inferior by much.

But for unknown reasons, a fire burned down Bailian Temple overnight. It is said that none of the disciples in the temple survived.

How the fire started, whether it was started by oneself or caused by human intervention, the fire at Bailian Temple is full of doubts.

However, because all the disciples of Bailian Temple disappeared, no one traced them, and the matter was eventually dropped.

Xu Zhijian said: "If you want to see Fakong, I will ask someone to send it to you when I get back."

"Thank you, Brother Xu."

"There is no need to be so polite between you and me."

Fakong raised his cup and took a sip, feeling satisfied.

At this time, it was the zenith of the moon, the moonlight was as cool as water, and the surroundings were quiet.

"Bang!" A muffled sound suddenly broke the tranquility of the valley.

Lin Feiyang dodged twice and appeared at the mouth of the valley, then he carried a person to the small pavilion.

"Junior Brother Fawu." Fakong stood up.

Fawu was already unconscious, his face was turquoise-green, his breathing was weak, and he was already dying.

Rejuvenate the mantra ten times.

Dharma awakens.

"Senior brother..." Fawu looked at him blankly.

Fakong gave him another heart-clearing spell.

Fa Wu regained his consciousness and calmly said: "Brother, I am alive again."

"Have you encountered a problem?" Fakong said.

Fawu took a deep breath and said slowly: "Brothers Faji and Faxiang are gone."

Fa Kong frowned.

There was a sound of robes breaking in the air, and Yuanhua, Yuanfang and Yuanxin came hand in hand.

Apparently they got the news of his return and serious injury, so they hurried over.

Yuan Hua looks weak, but he is Fan Ning's senior brother, and is actually in charge of intelligence.

Yuanfang is the first building of Yakuo-in.

Yuanxin is a Zhike.
Chapter completed!