Everyone in Xuanyang Sect was startled by his sudden appearance.
Seeing Zhu Jiong's clothes, he knew that he was a disciple of the Wuchang Sword Sect, so he didn't dare to mess around and just watched quietly.
Yue Ling was still pretending to be unconscious, and the horse-faced young man said with a bitter face: "We really missed..."
"Where is the person?" Zhu Jiong shouted: "Where did you move your hands?"
"It's nearby!" the horse-faced young man said hurriedly.
Zhu Jiong said: "Lead the way!"
The horse-faced young man looked at the elders.
They nodded hurriedly: "It was originally a mistake. I didn't know his true identity. Now we can't make the same mistake again and again. Please lead the way quickly."
"Yes." The horse-faced young man lowered his eyebrows and looked down.
Zhu Jiongli ignored them and picked up the horse-faced young man: "Point to the direction!"
He has turned into a plume of black smoke and shot out.
Everyone hurriedly followed.
Finally, they stopped at a ruined temple, and then found a grave mound on the hill next to the ruined temple, where the bodies were buried.
Zhu Jiong stared at this new tomb in a daze.
He was still in a state of shock and unacceptable. There was no sadness yet, only anger.
The horse-faced young man dug together with two middle-aged men, and soon dug out a piece of wood.
This piece of wood was as thick as two people hugging each other. It was cut open in the middle, a human figure was dug out, and then put back together to form a simple coffin.
The purple-faced middle-aged man sighed: "After all, we didn't let the body be exposed in the wilderness, and we even restrained it with a coffin."
Zhu Jiong stared blankly at a delicate and thin young man in the coffin, his bluish face still showing weakness.
Zhu Jiong lowered his head and stared blankly, then slowly knelt down and reached out his hand to carefully touch his delicate and delicate face.
It's like touching a sleeping person, lest he wake up.
"...Three...Third brother." His lips trembled, tears welled up in his eyes and poured into the soil.
Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian stood behind him, looking at the dying young man with heavy and regretful hearts.
Chu Ling said: "Don't waste time, you have to hurry up if you want to revive him."
When he heard the word "resurrection", Zhu Jiong turned his head and looked over, his eyes widening with tears: "Can you really resurrect your third brother?"
Chu Ling said: "It depends on whether you can invite Divine Monk Fakong here. If you are an ordinary person, there is no hope, but you are a disciple of the Wuchang Sword Sect."
"How to invite Divine Monk Fakong to come?!" Huang Yongliang asked hurriedly.
Chu Ling shook her head: "Then I don't know."
Zhu Jiong was immediately disappointed.
Chu Lingdao: "Your Wuchang Sword Sect is one of the four major sects, and you are very prestigious. Why not ask Xuankong Temple? It is said that Divine Monk Fakong is there occasionally."
"Xuankong Temple!" Zhu Jiong became energetic and said hurriedly: "I'll go there right away."
He picked up the handsome young man and disappeared into a plume of black smoke. He was no longer too lazy to deal with the horse-faced young man.
Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling looked at Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian.
"If nothing happens to you two girls, why not come here together." Xu Jingxian said, "Let's see if Senior Brother Zhu's third brother can be saved."
It seems that this Chu Xinru has a good understanding of Divine Monk Fakong and has obviously put in the effort. It is inevitable that he will have to ask for advice when the time comes.
"Let's not go..." Chu Ling hesitated.
Xu Qingluo nodded with a smile: "Yes, we can't help."
"The two girls have already helped a lot." Xu Jingxian said hurriedly: "If Miss Chu hadn't mentioned it, Senior Brother Zhu would now..."
He can imagine it.
If it hadn't given Senior Brother Zhu a glimmer of hope, all the Xuanyang Sect disciples present would have been dead at this moment.
Regardless of whether those elders are strong or weak, they are definitely no match for Senior Brother Zhu. Senior Brother Zhu is the great master.
The last time I went to Zhenlongyuan, Senior Brother Zhu was severely punished for making a mistake, so he missed it and didn't go. Otherwise, he would have been in Zhenlongyuan now.
Senior Brother Zhu's cultivation is astonishing and unfathomable. He is a genius among their geniuses, the top genius.
Huang Yongliang said: "You two girls, let's go!"
If it were any later, I might not be able to catch up with Senior Brother Zhu.
Chu Ling looked at Xu Qingluo.
Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Then let's go and take a look. If we can help a little, we can help. It's also a good relationship."
"Exactly." Huang Yongliang nodded quickly and looked at Xu Qingluo gratefully.
"Let's go." The four of them drifted away.
The purple-faced middle-aged men followed them away with their gloomy eyes.
Everyone's mood is heavy and depressing.
A feeling of despair is growing, expanding, and covering everyone.
Seeing Zhu Jiong's appearance just now, it was hard for them to feel lucky that it turned out to be his third brother.
They are probably close relatives.
If Zhu Jiong takes revenge, how can he only kill the murderer without implicating the entire Xuanyang Sect?
The burly, middle-aged man said slowly: "Fakong Divine Monk is said to have amazing magical powers and can bring the dead back to life."
The purple-faced middle-aged man turned to look at him.
The burly middle-aged man said: "Senior Brother Hao, I have heard others say that this matter is not an exaggeration or a lie, it is a real thing. We have saved not just one or two people in Shenjing, but hundreds or even thousands.
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"But that was in Shenjing!" The purple-faced middle-aged man said solemnly: "Why did the divine monk Fakong come to our Dayun to save people?"
Don't forget, Dayun and Daqian are enemies, and they are feuding. I'm afraid the Divine Monk Fa Kong wouldn't dare to save people in Dayun.
In that case, the people of Da Gan will definitely think him a traitor, and the people he saves will probably kill many Da Gan people in the future.
Then he is the sinner of Daqian.
"well--!"
Everyone sighed.
It would be fine if Divine Monk Fakong could save them, but if they couldn't, I'm afraid they wouldn't survive either and would have to be buried with that guy.
Their eyes fell on Yue Ling.
How could they not know about Yue Ling's little trick? It was just not exposed before, but now that he still insists on it, they can't help it.
"Yue Ling, wake up!"
"Uncle Hao..." Yue Ling slowly opened his eyes, wanting to cry but without tears.
If you knew that kid's background, how could you dare to reach out? Not only would you not dare to kill him, but you would also protect him.
But it's too late to say anything now, the big mistake has been made.
"Forget it, let's leave it to fate." The purple-faced middle-aged man said solemnly, "It's just a matter of death."
Yue Ling gritted his teeth and said softly: "Uncle Hao, the two of us will plead guilty and commit suicide in front of the Wuchang Sword Sect!"
The horse-faced young man immediately stared at him with wide eyes.
Yue Ling looked at him: "The two of us are bound to die. Looking at that guy's look, we know he will never let us go. What we want to think about is how not to implicate the sect!"
"..." The horse-faced young man opened his mouth, but was speechless.
He was not willing to die like this.
"I'm afraid I can't hide it from them by faking death." Yue Ling said: "If you die, you will die. In eighteen years, you will be a good man again!"
The horse-faced young man gritted his teeth.
Yue Ling smiled miserably and said: "We, brothers and sisters, will not be lonely on the road to Huangquan together."
The horse-faced young man took a deep breath and let go.
He really didn't want to die.
Originally, he thought that he also regarded life and death as child's play. He was very disdainful when he saw others crying and begging desperately when he was killing people.
But when things came to a close, I realized that I was so afraid of death that I was no different from those who died under my own sword.
Yue Ling looked at the purple-faced middle-aged man: "Uncle Hao, let's take action now, lest they come to our door again."
"..." The purple-faced middle-aged man had a complicated expression.
"Uncle Hao, as you said, this world is dominated by the strong and the strong. Who makes our Xuanyang sect inferior to others?" Yue Ling said softly: "We keep robbing treasures, aren't we just unwilling to do it for Xuanyang?"
Even if Yang Zong is so powerful, he will not be shaken even if he dies!"
When Fakong saw this, he felt that this Yue Ling was really a talent. If it weren't for his lack of qualifications, he would definitely have a place in the martial arts world.
Fakong didn't feel pity at all.
This kind of guy becomes even more evil and causes more damage. If he continues to live, I don't know how many innocent people will lose their lives.
"Alas——!" All the middle-aged men sighed, with sad expressions on their faces.
They couldn't help but feel the same way.
As a disciple of the Xuanyang Sect, I have been striving for the strength of the Xuanyang Sect, but when I meet a truly powerful person, I am still a swordsman and a fish.
This resentment makes them depressed, painful, and desperate.
"Let's fight!" The burly middle-aged man gritted his teeth: "We will fight! The worst we can do is die!"
"Yes, let's fight!"
Someone echoed.
But more and more people's anger is slowly disappearing and they are regaining their composure.
Do you really want to work hard?
Going to fight the Wuchang Sword Sect to the death for these two boys? That’s not called fighting, that’s called committing suicide.
The purple-faced middle-aged man glanced at everyone and saw the various expressions in his eyes. He sighed and waved his hands: "Okay, let's just wait and see what happens."
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Like a gust of wind, Zhu Jiong quickly rushed into Yunjing, went straight to Xuankong Temple, and looked at the closed temple door.
Just as he was about to move forward, the temple door creaked open, and a handsome young monk was standing inside the door, saluting.
Zhu Jiong hugged the handsome young man and bowed: "Zhu Jiong, a disciple of the Wuchang Sword Sect, would like to see the Divine Monk Fa Kong!"
"Please come with this poor monk." The handsome young monk stretched out his hand and nodded to Huang Yongliang, Xu Jingxian and Xu Qingluo Chuling who came over: "All the donors, please come too."
The handsome young monk said calmly: "The abbot just happened to come back."
Several people looked at each other.
Zhu Jiong strode into the threshold, Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian hurriedly followed. Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling looked at each other and followed in.
Everyone followed the handsome young monk past the Main Hall, passed through the Moon Gate next to it, and arrived at a quiet and far-reaching small courtyard.
As soon as they stepped into Xuankong Temple, everyone felt strange.
All the pores in the whole body are open, breathing and cheering, instantly feeling refreshed and energetic.
Zhu Jiong, who had been burning with impatience, suddenly calmed down, and his expression changed from manic to calm. He looked down at the handsome young man and faintly felt hope: his third brother was saved!
They saw an ordinary-looking young monk wearing a purple gold cassock, standing quietly by the bamboo forest, holding a green bamboo leaf with his hand.
Tranquility and tranquility enveloped him, and then enveloped the green bamboo forest and the flower garden in the southwest corner of the small courtyard.
There are flowers blooming in the flower garden, with different colors, and the fragrance of the flowers comes one after another. Sometimes the fragrance is faint, sometimes rich, but they are all different.
Under the sunlight, the purple gold threads of the purple gold cassock seemed to come alive, and thousands of dollars were constantly shuttled back and forth, shining brightly.
"Amitabha." Dharma and space combine with tithes.
"Monk Fakong!" Zhu Jiong knew that the person in front of him was the legendary monk Fakong. He embraced the handsome young man with one hand and clasped his palm together with one hand. He bowed and said, "Please save my third brother, monk!"
Fakong glanced at it and nodded lightly: "Put it on the table."
He flicked his long sleeves, and all the tea cups and tea stoves on the stone table in front of the flower garden floated up, and then he slowly slipped into the open door of the main room.
Zhu Jiong was overjoyed and carefully placed the handsome young man on the stone table.
Fakong looked at Zhu Jiong.
Zhu Jiong stared at Fakong eagerly and said hurriedly: "Shen Monk, my third brother... can he still live?"
Fa Kong groaned.
Zhu Jiong suddenly became anxious and said hurriedly: "As long as I can save my third brother, I will go up the mountain of swords and go down into the sea of fire, no matter what!"
Fakong said: "If I save him, you and he will not be able to kill Daqian's people in this life. Is it possible to do that?"
"Yes!" Zhu Jiong nodded quickly.
Huang Yongliang said: "If the holy monk can save him, not only Senior Brother Zhu, but also the two of us will never kill the people of Daqian in this life."