Monk Yuande said: "Master, in my opinion, Shenjian Peak is indeed sincere. They should also know that they cannot take it away by force, they can only exchange it."

Fa Kong smiled half-heartedly: "Master, do you really think they are so easy to talk to? Don't you have any other thoughts?"

Monk Yuande pondered and thought for a moment: "Shenjianfeng is indeed as sharp as a sword, and would rather break than bend."

Fakong smiled and said: "Then why does Master think they want to exchange instead of robbing?"

"If it were someone else, they would definitely be robbing, but against the master, robbing is futile, so why bother? It's a bad thing." Monk Yuande shook his head: "They would rather break than bend, but they are not fools, they are also very smart.

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Fa Kong smiled noncommittally.

Monk Yuande said: "For the sake of Guixu Divine Sword, they will change their behavior and not be stupid."

Fakong said: "So, I should promise them?"

"Master can ask them what they have, and then pick two or three. This is already the limit." Monk Yuande said: "After all, it is just a broken sword, and it is of little use to us."

Don't try your best to blackmail because of the great significance to Shenjian Peak. It will only anger them and defeat them.

Although Shenjian Peak is a righteous sect, its actions are not so upright and gentle. Instead, it is as sharp as a long sword, and it will destroy the sect at every turn when retaliating.

If Master Fakong really has too much appetite and makes them furious, he will definitely take revenge at all costs and kill Vajra Temple.

At that time, it will not be beautiful, it will damage the alliance between Daqian and Dayong, and also weaken the strength of the two countries.

Fakong smiled and said: "Okay, for the sake of the master, let's meet them and let them test this sword..."

Monk Yuande smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fakong said: "However, I have shown sincerity, and they must also show sincerity."

Monk Yuande stopped smiling.

Fakong said: "They have to take out the Xijia Bay leaves first and show them to you, Master, and then I will take out the sword."

"...I'll mention it to them." Monk Yuande said, "I wonder if they will agree."

Fakong smiled: "If they don't agree, forget it."

Monk Yuande shook his head helplessly.

Obviously there is no negotiation. If you agree, we will meet. If you don't agree, we won't meet.

"The Xika Bay Leaf Sutra will be handed over to you, master, for safekeeping. If it is their Guixu Divine Sword, the Xika Bay Leaf Sutra belongs to me. If not, the master will return it to them." Fakong said: "Isn't this suggestion of mine excessive?

If they can’t trust me, why can’t they trust you, Master?”

"Okay." Monk Yuande nodded slowly.

In the early morning, Fakong stood on the bell tower of the Sutra Pavilion, motionless, with a dense purple gas in front of his mouth and nose.

The purple air is like a ball of purple light wrapped in mist, flickering on and off as if breathing.

When the sun jumped above the horizon and burst out thousands of golden lights, Fakong took a deep breath.

Dense purple air penetrated into his mouth and nose.

"Poof!" He spurted out a bloody arrow.

The blood arrow was as magnificent as a gemstone under the golden light, sparkling and faintly flashing with gold.

He rolled his sleeves.

This blood arrow was swept away by invisible force, turned into a red thread, disappeared into his sleeve.

The golden light on his face slowly faded, his body returned to its original state, and the injuries just now healed.

He frowned and pondered.

According to the mental method created by Yuye Solid Shape Jue, there are still flaws.

Is there really no way to absorb the purple energy?

Purple Qi is the Qi of the first Yang of heaven and earth, which is the softest and purest vitality, similar to the innate Qi that humans inherited from their mother's womb.

But why is it still so violent?

The Jade Liquid Solid Form Jue only absorbs moonlight. Is it because the purple sun is too violent, so it can only absorb the softest moonlight?

The person who created the Jade Liquid Solid Forming Technique must have thought about Ziyang and finally gave up?

It seems to me that there is no need to continue on this road. Is it a dead end?

Or try to explore further?

It's a pity that I don't have so much time to think about now, and I have to concentrate on strengthening my cultivation in order to prepare for the dragon.

Even after entering the Kalachakra Pagoda, there is no way to completely calm down, because with the Jade Liquid Solid Form Technique, the mental methods you create are not that important.

"Master." Xu Qingluo called from below.

Fakong looked at her.

Xu Qingluo floated up as light as a feather, landed next to him, and said with a smile: "I met those guys from the Phoenix Tower last night."

Fa Kong nodded.

He knows this.

And they also stared at Xu Qingluo to see if they had any doubts about Xu Qingluo and whether they knew the true identity of the owner of Phoenix Tower.

The news of King Qi's death has spread. If they knew that King Qi was the owner of Phoenix Tower, they would definitely be suspicious.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "There is a guy who is very problematic."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Xu Qingluo said: "One deputy landlord and two elders. The deputy landlord has a problem and must be suspicious of me."

Fakong said: "What do you want?"

"We can only kill him." Xu Qingluo patted the yellow bell and flicked her sleeves to brush away the dust on the bell wood.

Ever since Fa Kong and Fan Ning became Grand Masters, old monk Huiling had disappeared and no longer stayed in the temple.

We hardly see each other once a month. I don’t know what we are doing together with the old monk Zhiyuan.

Abbot Fakong didn't care too much.

"Yeah." Fakong nodded.

Xu Qingluo's bright eyes lit up: "Can I really kill him?... It seems like this guy deserves to be killed, right?"

"Killing him doesn't mean he is unjust." Fakong said.

The lower floors of the Phoenix Tower may not be bad, but of course there are some good and bad things, but the upper floors basically have nothing good.

It would not be unfair to kill him.

People's hearts tend to harden as their status rises, becoming merciless and cruel and vicious.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Then kill him."

Fakong glanced at her.

Xu Qingluo immediately stopped smiling and said solemnly: "Master, don't worry, I don't think killing people is a pleasure."

"I see you are quite happy."

"Yes." Xu Qingluo lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes.

Fakong said: "Have you forgotten your homework before going to bed every day?"

"No." Xu Qingluo said hurriedly: "Recite the sutra ten times before going to bed, and I will never forget it."

Fakong nodded: "Don't be lazy, go ahead."

"Yes." Xu Qingluo was so busy that she floated away lightly, like a green white cloud.

Fakong shook his head.

As a disciple, I am extremely smart, and my cultivation level is getting higher and higher. However, because my mental power is too strong and I have practiced the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra, I can easily regard all living beings as trivial and lose respect for life.

The Void Fetal Breathing Sutra will help to elevate this state of mind. Oneself is like a god or a sky, looking down on all living beings, and all living things are like a cud dog.

Killing people is like drinking water without any trouble, but it is dangerous at this time, especially for someone with her level of cultivation.

As a master, I must be alert to her changes in mood, nip their buds, and prevent them from growing.

Practicing Buddhist sutras ten times before going to bed every day is quite effective.

Yongkong Temple becomes soft under the setting sun, and the glow covers every brick and tile of Yongkong Temple.

Monk Yuande and Lu Jianming were already standing in front of the gate of Yongkong Temple, standing in the sunset with solemn expressions.

"Master Yuande, Master Fakong did this on purpose, right?" Lu Jianming frowned and glanced at the red lacquer door.

The red lacquer door is closed tightly.

They have been standing here for a quarter of an hour.

There was no one at Yongkong Temple, and there was no sign of greeting.
To be continued...