Fuyuan Temple, an explosive news spread all over the world.

The last two places to enter the Beijing Sangha were finally decided.

To everyone's expectations, Jie Kong, who had the greatest chance of winning, was defeated by the rich resources of Guanyin Hall and the Heavenly King Hall.

Martial law and precepts are not favored by others, but become the final winner.

Although the process was blocked and no outsiders knew about Luo Hanting's battle, the final result was already revealed, and the martial law and precepts side won.

The news that came afterwards further verified this.

Jiekong and Jieping seemed to part in disagreement. They returned to the temple one after another and refused visitors in the name of retreating and reciting scriptures.

On the contrary, martial law and peace were peaceful, and he returned to Fuyuan Temple with a swagger, his expression full of unconcealed joy.

Well, there are also Fang Dou and Songzhu master and apprentice, who were also invited to return to the temple together.

As the biggest contributor to this battle, Fang Dou was almost pulled by the two of them and returned to Fuyuan Temple.

The monk on duty at the door today was a familiar face, and it was the first time that he had come here to give him a rejection.

When Jie Chen saw Fang Dou, his eyes widened and took a step forward.

"What are you doing?"

Martial law raised his head, "Is this a distinguished guest we invited back?"

Jie Chen was about to speak, but his companion was holding him to death and laughed at Jie Yan, "I'm sorry, Jie Chen's eyes were bad and he didn't see clearly!"

"Isn't you going to get out of the way!"

The companion pulled Jie Chen and went to the side. Seeing that Jie Yan and Jie Xing were solemnly invited Fang Dou in.

"Jiechen, don't even look at it. Martial law and vigilance have attracted him as a guest of honor. Can you stop that person just if you want?"

"It's not the same as before, bear it!"

Jie Chen roared softly, "It's so frustrating!"

The companion pointed inside the door, and Jie Chen looked over, his eyes widening even wider.

"Uncle Jizheng, this brother Fang Dou, has made us the best friend."

The uncle who is called Zheng Zheng is Jie Chen's master, and the old monk Honglang who politely refused Fang Dou to enter the temple last time.

The old monk no longer had a cold expression and a harmonious smile. He looked at Fang Dou for a moment and couldn't help but praise him, "What a wise man, I deserve to be valued by my two junior nephews!"

"I, a hero in Fuyuan Temple, might as well stay for a few more days to visit, so that my two nephews can fulfill their friendship as a landlord!"

Fang Dou thought to himself, does this old monk have a poor memory and can no longer bear himself?

I couldn't help but speak, "Master, I'm not a monk in this temple, I'm afraid I can't stay for a long time!"

Holding a straight face, "Why do you have to see the outside world? Buddhism opens the door of convenience and welcomes visitors from all over the world. Don't be restrained. As the saying goes, my home is my hometown, treat Fuyuan Temple as my own!"

"So, thank you uncle!"

Martial Law and Jiexing hurriedly thanked Jingzheng and pulled Fang Dou to continue walking forward.

Ji Zheng kept smiling and watched the group leave.

"this……"

Jie Chen's chin almost fell to the ground. Is this still his serious and serious master who has always been in charge of business? The contrast with usual is too great.

"Learn to learn, otherwise you will be guarding the door for the rest of your life!"

...

"Fang Dou, you are the first to win this time!"

Martial Arts and Jiexing pulled Fang Dou and Songzhu took his seat. The first sentence was said.

Fang Dou hurriedly refused, "Fellow Daoist Songzhu won two consecutive games, and most of the credit was his."

Before the martial law was done, Songzhu said, "Fellow Taoist is humble. If you hadn't defeated Qi Wuzhuwang, we would have lost long ago!"

"The person who handles the situation is half ninety, you are the foundation-building person!

"No, I failed for the mountain Jiuren. If you hadn't turned the tide in the end, my victory would have no help!"

“…”

The two of them pushed each other around, and saw the martial law and the martial arts movement was stunned.

Are all those who practice Taoism so humble?

Fang Dou finally couldn't help it and went straight to the point, "Fellow Daoist Songzhu must recognize this credit!"

“Why?”

Not only pine and bamboo, but also martial law and precepts.

After this battle, Fang Dou defeated the Bagong Mountain Hermit and showed his unique skills of the Sword Immortal in Shu, and he will surely have a good opportunity to become famous.

With Fuyuan Temple, he became famous. In a short period of time, Fang Dou's reputation not only spread to Jinling County, but also to the nearby Weiyang and Kuaiji County.

"To be honest, my master has always been low-key and taught me not to be too ostentatious!"

Fang Dou's expression became "melancholy". "This time, he exposed his true skills in public and was already worried. If it spreads again, how could I be worthy of my master's teachings!"

He pretended to be heartbroken, but in fact he was worried. When the authentic Shuzhong Sword Immortal heard that he came to the door to "anti-counterfeiting" and cleaned up him.

Life is so beautiful, how can you die?

"I see!"

Taoist Songzhu looked serious, "Mr. Ling is really far-sighted. I admire him and is willing to attack Yan and take the credit of fellow Taoists."

He turned to martial law and Jiexing, "I would like to cooperate and try not to mention the performance of fellow Taoist Fang Dou's battle here."

Jie Xing nodded and said, "Jie Kong and Jie Ping are afraid that they will be too embarrassed and will not deliberately promote it."

"Yes, Brother Fang Dou is the successor of the Sword Immortal in Shu. I will tell you if I kill him!" Jie Yan slapped his thick chest, as if he kept the secret for his brother and was willing to rush to the knife.

Fang Dou breathed a sigh of relief, it was safe now.

...

That night, in the quiet room hosted by the abbot, he knelt on the futon in martial law, looking at the old monk opposite him in a fearful manner.

"So, what you saw with your own eyes is indeed the method of the Sword Immortal in Shu?"

"Real price!"

Martyrdom nodded, his cheeks shook twice, "The hermit in Bagong Mountain also personally admitted that it was indeed the method of the sword immortal in Shu, not a fake from the folk!"

The abbot nodded, "It is also a blessing to win him over to help him!"

The martial law was hearing that he was praising himself, and he was so happy that he showed his teeth.

"How do you plan to thank him? I heard that Jiekong invited the hermit of Bagong Mountain, but he gave him a victory of ten thousand taels of gold!"

Martial arts was shocked. It turned out that the abbot knew everything and he explained it in detail.

"I have saved some gold and silver, and I have also got some spiritual honey. I plan to give it to Fang Dou."

The abbot of the presidency planned and said, "Don't give away gold and silver things, but the spiritual honey of the precepts is of great benefit to practice and can still be regarded as eye-catching!"

"Well, let's do it. Go under my bed and take out the painted red star anise wooden box from the third drawer on the right!"

Martial law moved his plump body and took out the wooden box with difficulty.

"Open!"

Inside the wooden box is half broken sleeves, with a few dark spots on it.

"Give this thing to Fang Dou without saying anything."

"In the future, he will naturally remember your favor!"

The abbot looked at his sleeve and sighed in his heart that the seemingly ordinary rag was a fragment on the sword fairy's Taoist robe.
Chapter completed!