The gray-haired old man's eyes were indifferent, and his body swayed and undulated, as if he was riding on the waves, avoiding their violent attacks with ease.
He had the power to fight back, but he didn't. He just dodged in order to consume their power. The secret technique of overdrafting potential cannot last long.
The longer they delay and release their power, the weaker the power of the secret technique they finally use to kill them all will be.
"Uncle Master..." Wang Qingshan, who was lying on the ground, woke up faintly and murmured: "Look for... find Fakong... he... he can save... save me."
"Bang bang!" The gray-haired old man accelerated instantly, formed a seal with his hands, and gently pressed on the chests of the two opponents.
"Boom!" The sound of pebbles being thrown into the deep well came from their bodies, as if something exploded.
Their bodies froze, and their fiery red eyes suddenly dimmed, as if the two flames were extinguished by water at once, and they fell limply to the ground as if their bones had been removed.
He stepped in front of Wang Qingshan: "Qingshan, can Monk Fakong save you?"
"Yes...he can save me...Uncle Master..." Wang Qingshan tried hard to stretch out his hand.
The gray-haired old man bent down and picked him up: "I'm going to find him, hold on!"
"..." Wang Qingshan concentrated on regulating his energy and tried hard to stay awake.
At this time, in Guanyun Tower, Fa Kong withdrew his gaze from the window, his eyes as deep as ancient pools, and said to Lin Feiyang: "Let's go to the camp for the victims."
"Okay." Lin Feiyang agreed happily.
The two stood up.
Fakong Heshi bowed to everyone, and his purple gold cassock shone slightly, turning into a purple gold light belt that passed through everyone and exited the Guanyun Tower.
"It turns out that Master Fakong is also a martial arts master!"
"Nonsense, I don't know where Master Fa Kong comes from, the Snow Mountain Sect!"
"That's right, I almost forgot."
"But Master Fakong has never used martial arts before, but today is unusual!"
"There must be something urgent."
"I wonder what kind of cultivation master Fakong is?"
"The level of cultivation of a divine monk like Master Fakong is definitely not low, at least Tianyuan, right?"
"Well, in my opinion, it is indeed Tianyuan."
"Being a master of Tianyuan at such a young age is already quite impressive."
Tianyuan realm masters are considered masters outside, but they are not first-rate masters. However, considering that Master Fakong is young and has to practice Buddhism, of course he cannot focus on practicing martial arts.
After all, human energy is limited.
So being a Tianyuan realm master is already pretty good.
Fakong's reputation is now at its peak, and the name of the holy monk is constantly heard, so people's attitude is naturally tolerant.
It doesn’t matter if the Buddhist teachings are powerful, but if the martial arts is not that strong, it doesn’t matter.
Most of Fakong's cultivation is concentrated in the Medicine Buddha statue, which only reveals the cultivation of Tianyuan realm, and never reveals the realm of Shenyuan.
This is also to save the trump card.
"Monk, why did we rush to the camp for the victims? Did something happen?" The two of them passed by in the city.
Fakong shook his head: "They are going back to their hometown, and they still want to take a look."
The power of their faith is huge, so of course they have to gain a lot.
Moreover, they will be scattered, and it will be difficult to get together like this again. It will be difficult to harvest the power of faith.
This is really a great loss for him.
Unfortunately, it was impossible for him to produce more than 20,000 strings of Buddhist beads, nor could he produce more than 20,000 strings of Buddha statues.
It seems that something needs to be blessed in the outer courtyard in order to harvest the power of faith. Unfortunately, very few of these pilgrims actually have the power of faith.
The gray-haired old man hugged Wang Qingshan like a ray of light, passing through the alleys, and finally appeared in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.
In the dusk, the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple has been closed.
The outer courtyard of Kongang Temple is open for a short period of time, and it is now famous throughout the entire Shenjing City.
The door is opened after breakfast in the morning and closed before dinner in the evening. Those who have a living cannot come to offer incense, and they would not be able to come even if they wanted to.
This caused a lot of complaints, but the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple had no intention of changing and remained the same.
Some pilgrims do not come because of this, but more pilgrims want to come.
As soon as the gray-haired old man appeared, Monk Hui Ling, who was lying on the bell-ringing tree and was sulking, suddenly sat up. He suddenly understood why Fakong didn't invite him to have dinner with him and insisted on keeping him.
He turned and glared over.
After a first-level master understands his nature, his nature light condenses, his body will undergo strange changes, and a powerful magnetic field will be formed, which will have a strong induction for each other.
First-grade Grandmasters do not need to meet each other. Once they get close to a certain range, they can sense each other.
This powerful magnetic field cannot be hidden.
The Heaven-Shielding Sun-Shielding Technique can hide the aura and energy of a first-grade grandmaster, but it cannot hide the magnetic field.
"Who?!" Monk Huiling jumped up and landed outside the temple gate, staring at the gray-haired old man in front of him with his small eyes.
The gray-haired old man has a handsome appearance. He must have been a handsome man in his youth. He is plump, with sharp features, a straight nose and a square jaw. His slightly sunken eyes are as bright as torches, shining directly into the heart.
"Hey, it's you, Mr. Murong!" Monk Huiling sneered: "How brave you are to come to our Vajra Temple!"
"Huiling, where is Dharmong?"
"Why are you looking for the abbot?" Monk Huiling glanced sideways at the dying Wang Qingshan: "You want to save this kid's life?"
"That's right!" Master Murong said solemnly: "If you ask Fakong to save his life, there will be a generous reward!"
"Abbott went out to eat." Monk Huiling pointed to the side of Zhuque Avenue: "I hope it's not too late to rush there now. I guess I will finish eating soon. After dinner, I will go out for a walk, so I don't know where to go for a walk.
"
"Thank you." Master Murong hugged Wang Qingshan and ducked into the Suzaku Avenue.
There are many people on Zhuque Avenue and the flow is endless, but he is like a fish, agile and free, and his speed does not slow down.
Monk Huiling first greeted Monk Zhiyuan, then suddenly rushed out and caught up with Master Murong. He chuckled and said, "Old Murong, how did you get hurt?"
"Assassination." Master Murong said in a deep voice.
"Hey, it's your Demon Sect who assassinates others, and who dares to assassinate your Demon Sect? Heaven's reincarnation, which family's master is so bold, let's hear it."
"..." Master Murong was silent.
"Could he be from our Daxue Mountain Sect?" Monk Huiling said with a smile: "If it is really from our Daxue Mountain Sect, this kid is already dead."
"...Probably not one of our masters!" Master Murong said slowly.
He recalled the previous techniques and secret techniques of the six people.
This kind of top martial arts and secret skills are rarely hidden and unknown, unless they are not done in a big way.
"If it wasn't Da, who could it be?" Monk Huiling was even more curious: "Dayong, Dayun? Did you offend them? No way?"
"...We're here." Master Murong said in a deep voice.
If it weren't for saving Wang Qingshan, he wouldn't bother to talk to Monk Huiling, but it was not appropriate to offend him now.
The two of them ducked and arrived at Guanyun Tower.
Monk Huiling came to the table. The table was empty and all the food on it had been cleared away.
"Who are you?" Master Murong asked in a deep voice.
Monk Huiling called the waiter to ask, and the waiter said that Master Kong had left and did not know where he went.
Monk Huiling said helplessly to Master Murong: "Look, you are a step too late, can you little guy still hold on?"
"Where have you gone?!" Master Murong asked hurriedly.
The waiter shook his head in embarrassment.
Monk Huiling said: "Abbott likes to wander around. Who knows where he is now? We can't search the whole city, right?"
Master Murong lowered his head and glanced at Wang Qingshan.
Even though Wang Qingshan had a magic elixir to hang on to his life, he was too seriously injured and his breath was weak now, so he couldn't hold on for long.
"Does anyone know where Master Fakong went? One hundred taels of silver!" Master Murong shouted in a deep voice.
His voice reached every diner's ears clearly.
"I know!" A young man in brocade clothes stretched out his hand and said loudly: "Master Fakong seems to have gone to the camp for the victims outside the east city."
A silver note floated out of Master Murong's sleeve, fluttering in the calm wind, and slowly landed on the table of the young man in brocade clothes.
The young man's eyes widened. It was indeed one hundred taels of silver.
He was overjoyed, snatched it up like a hungry dog, quickly put it in his arms, and smiled proudly.
Monk Huiling took a deep look at him, already remembering this boy, and was ready to teach him a lesson if he had the opportunity.
"Let's go." Master Murong said in a deep voice.
"Then you can go, I won't go." Monk Huiling shook his head: "It's a camp for disaster victims, tsk tsk, I don't want others to suffer like that."
The corners of Master Murong's lips curled up slightly and he smiled faintly: "Huiling, aren't you worried that I am not good for Fakong?"
"I came here just out of curiosity. I'm afraid you might do something bad to the abbot?" Monk Huiling hummed, "If you're not stupid, you should know what not to do, so let's go."
He slipped out of the window and disappeared in a flash.
Master Murong followed him out, gliding like an eagle with spread wings, fluttering across the rooftops, and arrived at the east city gate.
The east city gate has been sealed and cannot be entered or exited for the time being.
He carried Wang Qingshan and passed directly through the city gate. Before the city guards could fire their powerful crossbows, he had already disappeared without a trace, causing the city guards to scold him.
But the city gate is easy to break through, but the military camp cannot be broken into.
He came to the front of the camp and shouted: "Master Murong Murong of Chenghai Dao has met His Highness King Xin."
Prince Xin was in the big tent looking through the files handed over by Yue Minghui, which recorded information on the people captured by the Shenwu Mansion.
Yue Minghui looked at him carefully. King Xin's face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes shone with cold light.
Hearing this voice coming in, Chu Xiang stood up slowly and snorted: "Are these monks crazy?"
"It's really crazy." Yue Minghui nodded quickly.
Chu Xiang walked slowly to the front of the camp, saw Master Murong, and said in a deep voice: "What is Mr. Murong doing?"
Although he did not recognize Master Murong, he sensed that Master Murong was the great master.
"I wonder if Fakong is there?" Master Murong said in a deep voice.
Chu Xiang said: "What does Mr. Murong have to do with Master Fakong?"
"Save people." Master Murong said: "Your Majesty, human life is at stake. We cannot delay. I wonder where Dakong is?"
Chu Xiang said: "Master Fakong has left."
He glanced at Wang Qingshan, frowned and said, "Who is this...?"
Master Murong said solemnly: "Wang Qingshan, a disciple of Chenghai Dao, is now a member of the green-clothed foreign affairs department of the imperial court."
"Wang Qingshan?" Chu Xiang was startled: "The Wang Qingshan who covers the sky and the sun?"
He stepped forward and looked at Wang Qingshan.
Master Murong tensed up, subconsciously guarding against his attack, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, does the prince know about Qingshan?"
"How could he be like this?!" Chu Xiang frowned and said, "He can't make any mistakes! ...Master Fakong has indeed left, not long ago, what a coincidence!"
He shook his head.
Wang Qingshan is very important. It involves going to Dayong to clean up Huangquan Valley and even King Chun. Nothing happens. Otherwise, where can we find such talents?