"Abbot, you are back." Old monk Huiling raised his head and looked at Fakong. He smiled with his right hand and tried to mess up the chessboard.
Unfortunately, the tall old monk opposite saw through his little trick and stretched out his hand to block it.
The old monk Huiling turned his wrist and wiped it, but was blocked by the old monk opposite. The two left palms and right fists, the speed was extremely fast, and the tricks were various, which was dazzling.
"Hey, old bald donkey Zhiyuan, that's too much!"
"You are the one who went too far!"
"Are you asking for help?" Old monk Huiling sneered: "Okay, then you can leave now!"
"It's not you I'm begging for!" Old monk Zhiyuan said solemnly.
Fakong didn't need to ask, he knew that the old monk with white beard and eyebrows in front of him was Zhiyuan, a first-class member of Feitian Temple.
The old monk Zhiyuan must have been a handsome man when he was young.
He was tall and tall, sitting there like a strong pine tree.
A straight nose, bright red eyes, sword-shaped eyebrows on the temples, and a high-spirited look.
Compared with his erectness and radiant spirit, the old monk Huiling is like a round ball, and his radiance is far incomparable.
Fakongheshi said: "Uncle Zhiyuanshi."
"Fakong, I have something to ask of you." Old monk Zhiyuan looked at Fakong and said calmly, stroking his beard.
Fakong smiled: "I don't know what Uncle Zhiyuan has ordered. I will do my best."
He could guess what old monk Zhiyuan asked for.
"Mei Sanbian." Zhiyuan said calmly: "He can't live."
Wang Qingshan cannot be killed, otherwise he will provoke the imperial court.
But if Mei Sanbian is still alive, then where is the face of Daxueshan Sect and Feitian Temple? So Mei Sanbian must be killed!
But the problem now is that Mei Sanbian was hidden by Wang Qingshan's ability to cover the sky and the sun. No one can sense Mei Sanbian's aura and can't find him!
Even if he is a first-class person, there is nothing he can do.
Not to mention other people in the temple, the tracking technique is of no use. No matter how deep the fire is, it is useless. They just can't sense it.
So I can only seek help from Fa Kong.
Let's see if Fakong's magical power can catch up with this Mei Sanbian.
Fa Kong groaned.
"A bottle of Feitian Pill." Monk Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.
Fakong shook his head and smiled: "Uncle Zhiyuan Master, this time, I don't want the Flying Pill."
There is already no shortage of Feitian Pills, so having more of them will not be of much use.
"Then what do you want?" Monk Zhiyuan looked at him deeply.
This is a good opportunity for the lion to open his mouth. Fa Kong will never let it go, and Feitian Temple can only grit his teeth and force out this mouthful of blood.
Fakong smiled and said, "I just want a favor from my uncle."
"...Okay." Old monk Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slowly.
I owe a lot of this favor.
A favor means that as long as Fakong asks for help, he must agree to help, no matter what the favor is.
Fakong smiled: "Do you have any of Mei Sanbian's belongings?"
"...No." Old monk Zhiyuan shook his head.
Fakong frowned: "Not a single thing?"
"No." Old monk Zhiyuan shook his head: "They were clean, leaving nothing behind."
The old monk Huiling chuckled and said: "Old bald donkey, you are so subtle. Who in Shenjing doesn't know that the three of them were stripped clean and died naked."
Zhiyuan gave him a cold look.
Huiling said proudly: "What are you looking at? Am I right?"
"...They deliberately erased the traces and left nothing behind." Zhiyuan said with a gloomy face.
Fa Kong groaned.
"If it really doesn't work out, forget it." Zhiyuan said.
He showed his disappointment unabashedly.
If Fakong's magical power fails, the only option is to force Demon Sect Chenghai Dao, and I'm afraid there will be a big war.
I don’t know how many disciples will die by then.
"Where are the bodies of the three uncles?"
"Still in the outer courtyard."
"I want to send the three uncles to the paradise of western heaven and cast the Great Light Spell so that they can see what they saw and heard at the moment of their death."
"..." Zhiyuan fixedly looked at Fakong.
Old monk Huiling chuckled and said: "Old Bald Donkey, haven't you heard the abbot's Great Light Mantra? It's impossible, right?"
As the saying goes, know yourself and know the enemy. Feitian Temple has been keeping a close eye on Kongang Temple, and will know immediately if there is any trouble.
Fa Kong is proficient in Buddhist mantras, and they know it.
But people all have a habit, and the more confident people are, the more they have this habit. What they hear is false and what they see is true.
They may even deny that seeing is believing, and seeing may not be true.
They were dubious about Fa Kong's Buddhist mantras, but the rain this time gave them a huge shock.
So when Zhiyuan couldn't find Mei Sanbian, he wanted Fakong to try it.
"Okay!" Zhiyuan nodded slowly: "Follow me!"
Old monk Huiling followed, and the three of them floated over the wall of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, passed through a forest, and then reached the outer courtyard of Feitian Temple.
Although the outer courtyard of Kongang Temple and the outer courtyard of Feitian Temple are next to each other, they are not separated by a wall. There is a lush forest densely covered with giant trees between the two temples.
This forest is at the foot of the mountain.
The mountain it is located on is Zihua Mountain, which is not famous and not very high. It is about the same height as the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
But the forest is dense, and each ancient tree has the potential to tower into the sky.
And there are many birds.
Every morning when Fakong wakes up, his ears are filled with their clear chirping.
The layout of the outer courtyard of Feitian Temple is similar to that of Vajra Temple. The last courtyard is the pagoda garden, with a stupa and an altar.
The altar is used when a certain eminent monk passes away, and the monks chant sutras and bless him to help him send him to the west.
There is no altar in the Vajra Temple, only a pagoda.
Because the disciples of Vajra Temple pass away, their bodies can remain incorruptible for a long time and can be returned to the Vajra Temple in the Snow Mountains calmly, where they can be saved by the monks. The relics are placed in the pagoda in the temple to keep company with their fellow disciples.
Feitian Temple cannot.
The disciples of Feitian Temple cannot live long after death like the disciples of Kongang Temple. They need to be cremated on the spot, find the relics, and then enter the relic pagoda to continue to appreciate the prosperity of Shenjing.
Or you can take the relic back to Feitian Temple and keep it company with other disciples.
At this time, there were three Arhat beds placed on the altar, with a middle-aged monk with a distorted face lying on each of them.
Even though their faces are distorted, you can still see that they have excellent looks and a good skin.
Beside the three Arhat beds, a total of eight middle-aged monks were sitting cross-legged, chanting Buddhist sutras in a low voice, their voices faint.
Zhiyuan said: "Fakong, just cast the Buddha's mantra and don't pay attention to them."
"Yes." Fa Konghe Shi.
He formed a seal with his left palm and raised his right palm, shining white light on the three of them.
The eight middle-aged monks who were chanting sutras were surprised. They did not stop chanting sutras, but looked at them curiously.
Seeing the presence of the old monk Zhiyuan, they were not very wary of Fakong and the others. They were just curious about how Fakong came back here.
Of course they all recognized Fa Kong, the abbot of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple. They secretly saw Fa Kong when he went to Guanyun Tower for dinner and even commented on him.
They all felt that Fakong had an ordinary appearance and ordinary cultivation. He was chosen as the abbot because the abbot of Vajra Temple, Monk Hui'an, was probably confused for a moment.
Under the shroud of white light, the souls of the three of them quickly emerged, and then twisted and transformed into three little people, with peaceful expressions, and tithing in the sky.
Then it turned into three white lights and rose into the sky.
Today's blue sky has a few white clouds, not as cloudless as yesterday.
The clouds on the horizon suddenly turned colorful and golden, as if there was the morning sun hidden behind the clouds, shining brightly.
Dharma emptiness combined with the tithe: "Amitabha!"
The golden color of the clouds slowly dissipated and the sky returned to normal.
This scene won't attract anyone's attention. Even if they saw it, they would think they were dazzled and have an illusion.
Zhiyuan stared deeply at Fakong.
Seeing the Great Light Spell being cast with his own eyes, he had extraordinary eyesight and saw the vague and strange appearance behind the clouds.
The ground is made of white jade, the walls are paved with gold bricks, and the roof is made of colored glaze, emitting colorful light. It is indeed the Western Paradise described in Buddhist scriptures.
Fakong closed his eyes and experienced the memories of the three people.
Among the three, the one with the strongest cultivation is Monk Haijing.
I entered Feitian Temple when I was young and devoted myself to practicing the Feitian Spiritual Movement Sutra. My experience was uneventful with no twists and turns.
Practice again and again until you reach the third level.
After entering the third level, you need to practice before you can enter the second level or even the first level. A luxurious place like Shenjing is the best training ground for the Feitian Spiritual Movement Sutra.
Only then did Fakong realize that the disciples of Feitian Temple started by practicing asceticism. They did not take out their blankets, did not take baths, stood in the cold wind, and stood on cliffs. Some were dangerous and some were painful. They were all painful practices that went against human nature.
Compared with their practice, the disciples of Vajra Temple are like being in a honey pot, and the hardships endured by the disciples of Vajra Temple are nothing compared to those of Feitian Temple.
It is precisely because of hard training that they have sharpened their pure and firm will, so that when they plant golden lotus in the poisonous fire behind, they can escape unscathed.
Without such painful training, success would never have been possible.
Even with such hard training, many disciples still lost their halberds.
Outwardly licentious, but innerly pure, these are the true disciples of Feitian Temple.
People in the world are often deceived by their appearance, thinking that all the disciples of Feitian Temple are blessed and blessed without knowing their true colors.
Fakong opened his eyes, came to Monk Haijing, reached out and put his hand on his shoulder, and his mouth immediately opened.
Zhiyuan asked: "What's going on?"
"Uncle Zhiyuan, please look at Uncle Haijing's teeth."
"...One is missing?"
"It should be Mei Sanbian's doing." Fakong said slowly.
When Mei San came to pry off Haijing's teeth, Haijing was not completely breathless, but his strength was gone. The thief was empty and he couldn't move his fingers.
He could only watch and let Mei Sanbian pry open his mouth, and unexpectedly took out a tooth without any blood.
"Damn it!" Zhiyuan's eyes flashed with cold light.
This is the trophy collected by Mei Sanbian. It is a humiliation to Haijing and a humiliation to the entire Feitian Temple!
He could imagine that Mei Sanbian must have put these teeth together, admired them carefully, and slowly tasted his masterpiece.
Fakong's eyes suddenly became dark, and he said softly for a moment: "I found him!"
"Where?!" Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.
Fakong stretched out his palm: "Uncle Zhiyuan Master, please give me something that is always with you."
Zhiyuan didn't say anything and directly handed him the Buddhist beads on his wrist.
Fakong took it and disappeared without a trace the next moment.
Old monk Huiling said with a smile: "Old bald donkey, are you convinced?"
Zhiyuan glared at him coldly, thinking that he couldn't see the heat, and he still mentioned this after what time of day it was!
"Stupid!" Old monk Huiling curled his lips: "Check your prayer beads. If you find this kid, you have found Mei Sanbian!"
"...Let's go!" Zhiyuan's eyes burst out with cold light, turning into a shadow and fluttering away.
Old monk Huiling hurriedly followed over to join in the fun.