The two were stunned.

Monk Yuande said: "It is better to convert to my Damiaolian Temple and become a lay disciple of the Damiaolian Temple."

"This..." the two hesitated.

Monk Yuande said: "Does the two donors want to be disciples of the Jiuyuan Holy Sect forever, immersed in the sea of ​​suffering, and don't want to look back?"

"This..." The two of them were worried that they would not agree, so they were directly subdued by Monk Yuande.

Monk Yuande was sitting on a stone.

The stones are located on the beach, and the surging rivers rush up to the beach from time to time, almost touching them.

They sat on the beach without feeling soft at all, they felt extremely heavy and could not exert their strength.

In this case, the two of them cannot escape.

Of course, it is even more impossible to fight against the Yuande Monk. Not to mention the current state, even under normal circumstances, the two of them are different from each other.

"The two donors have decided to convert to my Buddha." Monk Yuande smiled: "Then I will lead you into Damiaolian Temple today."

"Master..." A middle-aged man smiled bitterly: "If we don't agree, the master will kill us, right?"

"Amitabha, good." Monk Yuande said the Buddha's name with Shixuan and shook his head and said, "I will not kill you..."

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Monk Yuande said: "I don't know what the two donors have done. Even though they are disciples of the Jiuyuan Holy Sect, they will not rashly kill them."

The two smiled.

Monk Yuande said: "It will only abolish the martial arts of the two donors and prevent them from doing evil again. It can be considered as doing a good thing for the people of the world."

The smiles on their faces froze.

"The two donors do not have to be angry or unwilling. Every drink and peck is determined by the previous decision. It is also a destiny for me to meet the two donors here."

"Master, if our martial arts are abolished, our enemies will come up, and we will definitely die."

"Amitabha, how good." Monk Yuande sighed.

The two of them hoped to look at him.

Monk Yuande said: "After I abolish the two donors, I will send the two donors to a hidden place, live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and no one can find them. It is also a good thing to live a life of life."

The two of them sighed dejectedly.

They could see that Monk Yuande would never let him go, either to convert to Damiaolian Temple, or to be abandoned in martial arts and shrink into a forest for this life.

They have no other choice.

The two looked at each other, their eyes flashing.

If you convert to Damiaolian Temple, there is still a glimmer of vitality. At least you can regret it and repent again into the Nine Yuan Holy Teaching.

But if you are disabled, it will be completely over, or you are brought to your enemies. Even if you are not brought to your enemies, you will be worried all day long. How can you live? Life is worse than death!

Therefore, there is only one choice between them.

"Master, to repay the Master's life-saving grace, we will take refuge!"

"Amitabha, good!" Monk Yuande nodded with satisfaction: "Since that's the case, let's talk to me in detail about the young leader."

"this……"

"What do young leader like to eat?"

“…”

Monk Yuande looked at the two of them gently, without urging them.

The two of them were filled with bitterness and helplessness.

Is this a confession?

If you don’t tell the truth, or don’t want to say it, and don’t sell the young leader, you will not be sincere in converting, and maybe Master Yuande will have to ruin himself.

What a Yuande monk, he speaks deliciously, tactful and politely, and his methods are as cruel as he is, and he is no less than the young leader.

"Amitabha." Monk Yuande Heshi said: "I am not as good as the young leader."

The two were stunned and their faces changed slightly.

Monk Yuande said: "I know people's hearts, so don't lie, the two donors."

Their faces became more and more bitter.

I was eaten by the monk Yuande.

You can't even lie, let alone strange and subtle thoughts. If you want to survive, you can only reply honestly.

As for whether they will be hunted down by the Jiuyuan Holy Sect, they are no longer caring about it.

Damiaolian Temple will at least ensure its own safety, right?

Fakong suddenly flashed and appeared on the top of a mountain.

This mountain is about 300 meters high, with strong winds whistling and purple gold robes roars roars. The wind here is very strong.

As the purple gold robe rolled and floated, Fakong stood steadily on the top of the mountain, looking down at a small mountain village below.

There is a small river in front of this small mountain village and a hill behind it.

Small courtyards were built along the hills, with two hundred families living there.

In the middle of the village is a school, and a group of children are shaking their heads and reading, with the sound of books.

A handsome middle-aged man sat in the lecture hall opposite to the more than thirty children, shaking his head, as if he was listening to everyone's reading, and as if he was dozing off.

Who would have thought that this enlightened man in the school was actually Mr. Jiuyuan?

Who would have thought that Old Man Jiuyuan would actually hide in such a small mountain village?

A small mountain village in the mountains is most easily overlooked, and the old man Jiuyuan lives here usually and is not temporarily hidden.

No one in the village knew that the handsome teacher, who was usually a 700-year-old Jiuyuan.

Fakong took out a piece of spiritual tortoise shell from his arms and looked at it intently.

After a moment, he took back the tortoise shell and looked solemn.

What you see in front of you is different from what you saw before.

This Jiuyuan Old Man is indeed very evil. No wonder he survived until now. He must have experienced a lot of siege and fighting.

The Tianyan Tong cooperates with the deduction of the spirit tortoise shell, and each deduction has a different result.

Every time he used a martial arts, the old man Jiuyuan used a response method.

He used his inquiry fingers, and the old man Jiuyuan suddenly turned sideways to avoid him when he was about to turn middle fingers.

The little sword control technique, when he was about to hit the sword, the old man Jiuyuan suddenly avoided it.

With the Killing of the Sky, the old man Jiuyuan's body suddenly became like steel, blocking the slash.

Karma, the old man Jiuyuan was safe and sound when he was injured, as if he had not committed any sins, and he had no karma to burn his body.

The fixed mantra only delayed the body of the old man Jiuyuan for a moment, and then broke the fixed mantra and acted freely.

The Fayan Sect’s words followed the Dharma, and the old man Jiuyuan just hesitated for a moment and then acted freely.

Phoenix complained that the old man Jiuyuan's three-piece Tianyuan Baojia set was still guarded, although his clothes were broken and he was quite embarrassed.

Fakong judged through these deductions that the fact that the Jiuyuan Old Man was able to be so invincible to all evils was because of his spiritual differences.

He still cannot see through the old man Jiuyuan.

The spiritual sea of ​​old man Jiuyuan is like chaos.

Fakong even had an amazing guess. Is the void in the mind of the old man Jiuyuan like himself? Even if it is impossible for him to be a Medicine Buddha, it is probably a kind of divine object.

That is why you can live to be over 700 years old, surpass your predecessors, and use the method of successfully taking over your body.

This is also the reason why Fakong did not allow the national teacher to come to help.

He was very envious of this secret.

Fakong stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at the small mountain village, only glanced at the old man Jiuyuan once, and spent the rest of his time observing the small mountain village.

Don’t let every family, every place, or even every tree go.

He disappeared without a trace in a flash.

The bright moon is in the sky.

The clear light spreads throughout the universe.

It also fell into Ning Zhenzhen's courtyard.

Ning Zhenzhen was dressed in white like snow, with a faint smile on her beautiful face, and handed a cup of tea to Fakong: "What are the senior brothers busy with?"

Fakong sat down and took the snow porcelain tea cup, sipped a sip of the tea, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I finally took it a little slow."

"Are you busy with the old man Jiuyuan?"
To be continued...