Fakong raised his head and looked at Monk Huiling, his eyes suddenly becoming blank.
Monk Huiling said: "Abbot, is it okay for Xiao Qingluo to stay? Abbot?...Abbot?"
Fakong looked at him blankly, as if he was distracted.
"Little Qingluo should definitely stay here, and she should also practice martial arts and lay a solid foundation. Don't miss this good opportunity." Lin Feiyang nodded in agreement.
"Senior brother, it's true." Faning also agreed.
He agreed not because Zhou Yang had no companions and was wilt-headed, but because he really felt that the foundation should be built, just like Zhou Yang, who had already started.
If Xu Qingluo is late, she may miss the golden period of foundation building, which would be a pity. Even if her qualifications are good enough, she will still be a little behind.
In the early stage, this difference can be made up by strong qualifications, and it won't be noticeable. However, in the later stage, this small difference may be a huge difference, it may be the difference between the second grade and the first grade.
Zhou Yang nodded wildly in his heart, but his face was calm and cool, as if he didn't care whether Xu Qingluo stayed or not.
Fakong looked at Monk Huiling blankly, already immersed in what he saw.
Monk Huiling followed Monk Zhiyuan from a distance and found that Monk Zhiyuan's aura suddenly became stronger, so he concluded that he had taken action with someone.
He approached quietly and saw three old men besieging Monk Zhiyuan, including Master Murong.
He was angry when he saw Master Murong, but he resisted and did not rush to take action. He only watched from the side.
Monk Zhiyuan saw that there was no way to escape the situation, so he resolutely used the secret technique of mutual destruction. After a lifetime of cultivation, he tried his best to receive a Chenghai Seal, and hit three people at the same time.
Four people were seriously injured at the same time.
Monk Zhiyuan was the most seriously injured and was dying.
At this time, Monk Huiling was annoyed that he had taken action too late, so he hurriedly carried Monk Zhiyuan on his back and ran away, trying hard to avoid Master Murong's Chenghai Seal and running with his head down.
If he doesn't come back to the abbot to cast Buddhist mantras to save his life, Monk Zhiyuan's life will be in danger.
Master Murong and the three men pursued him unwillingly, hoping to kill Monk Zhiyuan completely to avoid causing trouble.
Unfortunately, they were all injured, but Monk Huiling, with his superb qinggong skills, quickly carried Monk Zhiyuan into the city and back to the outer courtyard.
If Master Murong and the others dare to kill people in Shenjing City, they will definitely be struck by the thunder of Shenwu Palace.
So I had no choice but to give up.
Dusk is rising, with a trace of red cloud remaining in the western sky, and the rest of the place has begun to dim.
Fakong was deep in thought, replaying the scene after scene in his mind, focusing his attention on Master Murong and the other three.
Assessing their injuries.
"Abbot?" Monk Huiling saw that he was getting clearer and asked again.
"Uncle, are their injuries serious?" Fakong asked.
His hands suddenly formed seals.
Monk Huiling suddenly felt nectar falling, and his body recovered faster and faster.
Fa Kong keeps stacking the rejuvenation spell.
At the same time, Monk Zhiyuan in the Feitian Temple also felt something strange. The wine surged in and his injuries recovered quickly.
Under the infusion of fine wine, the injury could not be recovered quickly.
Monk Huiling chuckled and said, "The palm strength exerted by the old bald donkey Zhiyuan is enough for them to drink a pot!"
"How long do they estimate it will take to recover?"
"Even if you take the magic pill, I'm afraid it will take more than a month." Monk Huiling said: "You can't recover within a month... Hehe, they don't have a rejuvenation spell!"
"Yes, they don't have a rejuvenation spell..." Fakong thought thoughtfully.
Even when he was speaking, his hands were still forming seals and he was still casting the rejuvenation spell, and he had reached the state of silent expression.
There is no need to recite the mantra with your mouth, you just need to form seals and recite the Medicine Buddha in conjunction with it.
"Monk," Lin Feiyang said, "Why are you concerned about their injuries? Do you still have to deal with them?"
He was dissatisfied with Fa Kong's diversion in the subject.
Unexpectedly, Qing Luo's big eyes suddenly turned dim, and disappointment and loss flooded her face. This master was also extremely cruel.
So what if she stays in the temple? Although Qingluo is a girl, she is just a child.
Fa Kong looked at Monk Huiling.
Monk Huiling's little eyes blinked and gradually brightened: "Abbott, do you really want to deal with them?"
He suddenly became eager to act.
His body was filled with jelly-like power, making him full of vitality, and his injuries had almost recovered.
The rejuvenation spell is truly miraculous.
At this time, Master Murong's three old guys were still seriously injured, and even using their Chenghai Dao elixir was of no use.
First-grade power is not so easy to expel, and the damage caused by first-grade power is not so easy to recover.
He only has the Rejuvenation Spell, otherwise Master Murong's seal would be enough for him to struggle for a month.
Fakong smiled and said: "Uncle Master, if we take action, can you two suppress the three of them?"
"No problem!" Monk Huiling's little eyes shone, his Zhanzhan divine light flashed, and he said proudly: "They are sick cats now! ... Old Bald Donkey and I will deal with the three of them, there is absolutely no problem, let's do it!"
He turned around and went to find Monk Zhiyuan.
Monk Zhiyuan had already floated over and landed beside him silently.
"Hey, old bald donkey, you also want to understand?"
"Kill him back!" Monk Zhiyuan said coldly.
Speaking of hatred, he hated Master Murong and the others the most. To attack his woman was to touch his skin, and the murderous intention in his heart surged like a river.
"Yes, kill back!" Monk Huiling said excitedly: "Let's go!"
He looked at Fakong: "Abbott, we may have to heal our wounds later, so you better not go away."
"Monk, if you didn't check that guy earlier, it turns out he was waiting for you, old monk."
Lin Feiyang finally felt relieved now.
He obviously said that he would come back to find out who was behind those guys, but after he came back, there was no movement at all. Instead, he stayed in the temple and did not move, as if he was not in a hurry.
He originally wanted to urge him twice when he finished his meal, but now he realized that Fa Kong was waiting for Monk Huiling, and he calculated that Monk Huiling would be injured.
Fakongheshi: "Uncle, great-uncle, be careful."
Monk Huiling narrowed his little eyes and sneered: "Hmph, if you dare to attack the first rank of our Daxueshan Sect, I think Chenghai Dao has eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard!"
Monk Zhiyuan frowned: "Why are you so long-winded? If you want to take action, hurry up!"
"Let's go!" Monk Huiling jumped up, jumped out in the air, and turned into a shadow and disappeared into the dusk.
Monk Zhiyuan paid his tithe to Fa Konghe and shot it into the dusk.
Fakong picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"Monk, can they succeed?" Lin Feiyang said.
Fan Ning said: "Senior brother, I think it's still too risky. First-grade, if something happens..."
Any first-grade master is very important to the sect, is crucial, and is a real deterrent.
If Master Hui Ling's uncle is up to something good, the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple will soon be without a first-level guard. I wonder what will happen.
Generally speaking, when you reach the first level, you rarely take action. Once you do, it is a major matter that affects the survival of the sect.
Just like this time, fighting just for grudges is really inappropriate and unnecessary. The weight of a first-level master is so important that you shouldn't do these things.
Fakong shook his head: "Chenghai Dao is so rampant. If we don't inflict heavy damage, where is the majesty of our Snow Mountain Sect? In recent years, the power of the Demon Sect has skyrocketed, and it is time to suppress it. The Demon Sect has always been afraid of power rather than virtue, and cannot follow
If they are polite, you have to subdue them."
"...Yes." Faning nodded helplessly.
Although he does not agree with it, he will not refute the concept of Fa Kong and feels that Fa Kong is not wrong.
Even if he doesn't agree with Fakong's instructions, he will do it.
"Hey, let me go take a look." Lin Feiyang said: "First-class masters are fighting each other. It should open your eyes."
Xu Qingluo opened her mouth but said nothing.
Although she also wanted to see the first-class expert in action, but she knew that she was not suitable to go, so she didn't need to mention it, which would only increase her troubles.
Fakong looked at him.
Lin Feiyang said: "They can't find me, don't worry."
He had already tried it, and Monk Huiling couldn't find him when he was hiding in the shadows, so he could take a peek without fear.
Fakong nodded: "Actually, it should be no different from second- and third-grade Shen Yuan realm masters."
In my own eyes, a first-level master has a halo behind his head.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, first-level masters are no different from masters of the Divine Origin Realm.
What's different is the inside.
The Gang Qi is mixed with immortal spiritual will, which is very difficult to consume. A person below the first level will be killed by the Gang Qi of a first-level master.
Unless there is help from a master, there is no chance of survival.
This is where the importance of being a first-class master lies.
In a sect without a first-grade master, a disciple is injured by a first-grade master and can only wait to die, unable to save him.
"Don't worry, I won't do anything, I'll just watch." Lin Feiyang knew how powerful a first-level master was, so of course he wouldn't cause trouble.
Fakong nodded: "Go."
"Monk, aren't you going?" Lin Feiyang asked in surprise.
Fakong said: "I'll go there after a while."
"Okay, I'm going." Lin Feiyang couldn't bear to be curious and smiled at Zhou Yang and Xu Qingluo: "Little Zhou Yang, little Qingluo, you two practice hard, you see, there is a lot of excitement now and you can't even go and see it.
, let’s go.”
His proud smile disappeared in a flash.
Zhou Yang sighed and glanced at Faning.
Fanning was immediately embarrassed.
He was disliked by his apprentice. Apparently he blamed himself for not becoming a first-class master and unable to take him to see the fun.
Don’t you know that becoming a first-class player requires not only qualifications, but also luck and time?
But it's useless to tell him this now.
Fakong's eyes became as deep as a bottomless ancient pool, and he looked faintly in the direction of the South City Gate, and saw Huiling and Zhiyuan flying out of the South City Gate and continuing south.
I saw them coming to a mountain forest, then entering a village, and then saw three old men from Master Murong coming out to welcome them.
The three old men, Master Murong, all looked pale and their injuries were not yet healed. They stared coldly at Monk Huiling and Monk Zhiyuan, their expressions getting increasingly ugly.
They discovered the difference between monk Huiling and monk Zhiyuan. They had recovered from their injuries and seemed to have never been injured.
However, the three of them were still seriously injured, and so far they have not been able to dispel Monk Zhiyuan's palm power.
Feitian Temple's martial arts emphasizes purity, not only the aura is pure, but the spirit is also pure. It is very difficult to destroy it.
"Hey, old thief Murong, today is your day to die!" Monk Huiling shouted, "Suffer death!"
He pounced directly on Master Murong.
I have long disliked Master Murong and have always wanted to deal with him, but unfortunately he is no match for Master Murong.
This time, Master Murong was injured, which was his best chance to vent all his cowardice in the past!
He was so proud when he thought of this, the Great Vajra Palm had turned golden and collided with Master Murong's Guiji Palm.
"Bang!" The two of them collided like balls, each bouncing away.
Then the muffled sound of "bang bang bang bang" was heard endlessly, like a ball colliding again and again and bouncing away again and again.
The Great Vajra Palm is extremely yang and extremely strong, fierce and unparalleled.
The Guiji Palm kept dissipating the strength of the palm, and for a moment it was difficult to tell the winner.