Xiyuan Temple is located in the west of Shenjing City. Its location is quite remote, but it is very popular.
When they saw the temple gate from a distance, a gust of wind blew sandalwood to their noses.
Fa Kong came to the outside of Xiyuan Temple, his eyes suddenly became dark, and he looked towards the gate of Xiyuan Temple quietly.
With the surge in the power of faith, people are becoming more and more accustomed to using magical powers.
It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
After he has magical powers, he can't help but use them because it saves him a lot of trouble and trouble.
"Not here." Fakong shook his head: "Let's go."
"What a coincidence?" Lin Feiyang looked at Xiyuan Temple and said with a smile, "Why is the incense here so prosperous?"
Fakong smiled.
Lin Feiyang was very curious.
He now has an inexplicable obsession with the number of pilgrims.
At the beginning, I wanted to get the secret of shadow escape because of Monk Huiling. Now that I have obtained the secret, I am still obsessed with it.
It has become a habit.
The number of pilgrims is regarded as an indicator of achievement and influence of a temple, and it is pursued vigorously.
He once suggested that the outer courtyard should be kept open longer and not close so early and open so late.
Fakong did not agree, which made him quite helpless.
Lin Feiyang also noticed that as they went west, Fakong's name as a sacred monk gradually became less resounding.
When walking to the east, people I met on the road saluted Fakong Heshi and called Fakong Divine Monk or Master Fakong.
People can recognize him.
But when we arrived in the west of the city, people on the road no longer recognized Fa Kong, and they didn't pay attention to Fa Kong's appearance, treating it as normal.
Apparently, this is because of Saiyuan Temple.
They have already regarded Fa Kong as a monk of Xiyuan Temple, so the monks of Xiyuan Temple also wear purple and gold cassocks?
This should be the territory of Xiyuan Temple. The influence of Kongo Temple cannot enter, which shows how powerful Xiyuan Temple is.
"Monk, let me go in and take a look."
"Well, I'll go back first." Fakong turned around and slowly walked back to the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple.
On the way back to the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, he studied the style of every house he saw and guessed the identity of the owner of the house.
Occasionally, a morning glory will poke out from the wall, swaying in the wind, which is very beautiful.
While admiring the beautiful scenery that people usually ignore and enjoying the wonder and beauty of the world, he slowly strolled back to the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple.
He had just greeted the pilgrims and entered the gate when he discovered that Ning Zhenzhen was already in his courtyard.
Ning Zhenzhen was dressed in white as snow, standing quietly in front of the flowers, admiring each flower. She leaned forward and put her nose in front of a white flower to smell its fragrance. Her waist formed a beautiful arc.
These flowers are protected by the rejuvenation spell. Not only are they free from disease, but they are also full of vitality.
Some are bright and flawless, some are bright and eye-catching, some are refreshing and pleasant, and some are gorgeous and charming.
There are actually more than a dozen kinds of flowers in the small flower bush.
"Senior brother." Ning Zhenzhen heard the movement and turned to smile sweetly at him.
Rong Guang made the small courtyard suddenly light up.
The flowers beside her face suddenly turned pale.
Fakong smiled and said: "Junior sister came very quickly."
Ning Zhenzhen said: "I rushed over as soon as I heard Huang Yufeng's report. What's the emergency, senior brother?"
She then smiled and said: "Senior brother, do you want to take care of the murderer who assassinated Wang Qingshan?"
Fakong shook his head.
Ning Zhenzhen smiled.
Fakong smiled and said: "Junior sister, you can't bear the little pressure, can you?"
Ning Zhenzhen waved her hand: "No."
She was really put under inexplicable pressure, which was meant to force her to come here to seek help from Fa Kong, but she resisted the pressure and did not come.
She didn't want to set an example.
Fakong shook his head and smiled: "I'm afraid I will have to take care of this matter eventually, but not now, before the time comes."
"Senior brother, why should you meddle in this business?" Ning Zhenzhen said, "If you can't find out, you can't find out. It doesn't matter."
The assassin who killed Wang Qingshan was not the assassin who killed the disciples of the Snow Mountain Sect. She even wanted to applaud these assassins.
Wang Qingshan really deserves to die.
Fakong shook his head: "I just went to see Zhushanhe, but I didn't expect to meet you."
"We have always suspected that there is something wrong with Zhu Shanhe, but we just can't catch him. He is a very cunning guy."
Fakong nodded slightly.
"There is also that monk Shan Yun from Xiyuan Temple." Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "I am very close to Zhu Shanhe, and I also suspect that there is something wrong, but I still can't find it out! ... This time, something is very strange, something is not right.
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This is her intuition.
Fakong said: "Zhu Shanhe is not a foreign spy."
Ning Zhenzhen was startled.
Fakong sighed and said, "Have you seen him?"
"It's very strange. I couldn't find out his thoughts. I suspect that he practices some kind of secret method, and the same goes for that monk Shanyun." Ning Zhenzhen said: "They all lock their hearts tightly and cannot be invaded by outsiders."
This proves that they are indeed a team.
Fakong said: "Kunshan Holy Cult, do you know about it?"
"Kunshan Holy Cult..." Ning Zhenzhen pondered, thought, and finally shook his head.
"He is a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult. Since that monk Shanyun also practices the same secret technique, he is probably also a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult." Fakong shook his head: "Junior sister, it's best not to get involved in this matter."
Ning Zhen was really surprised.
Fakong said: "If my feeling is correct, this Holy Cult of Kunshan is a big trouble. It's better to avoid it as much as possible."
"Senior brother, the matter has been investigated until now, and there is no way to let go." Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "I am in the green-clothed foreign affairs department, and I have no way to be independent."
As Sicheng, she had to obey orders. How could she refuse when the superiors asked her to investigate?
That's because he thinks his official position is too secure.
There are many people who want to be Sicheng.
What's more, once you have a reputation for disobedience, your career will be completely over. Do you want to go back to Mingyue Temple in despair?
As a martial arts sect, if you want to pass it on for a long time, the most important thing is to follow the trend.
Today's general trend in the world is that Daqian is strong and powerful, the imperial court is getting stronger and stronger, and Wulin is gradually losing its power.
At this time, all the martial arts sects were trying their best to infiltrate the imperial court. If they had the ability, they would go to the imperial court instead of fighting in private.
As a person with a clear and perfect mind, I am the most suitable person to join the officialdom. How could I go back in such a dejected state?
Where is the reputation of Mingyue Temple?
Fakong nodded lightly: "In this case, you must be extremely careful and leave yourself a way out and a buffer. Think about it, Zhu Shanhe will resolutely commit suicide in order to keep the secret and cut off your pursuit.
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Ning Zhenzhen's beautiful face was solemn.
Fakong said: "Will you disciples of Mingyue Temple commit suicide to keep the secrets in the nunnery?"
"...No." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head gently: "The principle in our nunnery is to do everything possible to protect ourselves. When necessary, we can abandon everything, keep our lives, and look for opportunities for reversal."
What Mingyuean pursues is not strength, but perseverance.
Don’t fight for a moment, but seek for a lifetime.
"Junior sister, if you think about it, he is going to commit suicide in order to keep the secret and cut off your investigation. He must be hesitant and struggling in his heart, right?"
"Is not it?"
"No." Fakong said: "Zhu Shanhe is extremely fanatical in his heart. Not only is he not afraid of suicide, but he is very happy. The happy day has finally come. Do you think this kind of Kunshan Holy Cult is scary?"
"Do they have different perceptions of life and death?"
Fakong pondered for a moment and shook his head: "No."
The disciples of Huangquan Valley have a different understanding of life and death. They feel that this world is illusory and the secret realm of Huangquan is real.
Reverse reality and illusion, so the disciples of Huangquan Valley are not afraid of death, but this does not mean they are not afraid of death, but rather they are afraid of death.
Zhu Shanhe's concept is not an inversion, but a sense of mission: he was born to devote himself to the Holy Religion of Kunshan. To devote oneself to the Holy Religion is great and the greatest meaning of life.
"Terrible..." Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly, thinking about any way to escape and avoid the Holy Cult of Kunshan.
Of course, if you can overthrow the Kunshan Holy Cult, your official position will definitely rise, but the risks of this matter are too great, and the rewards are not worth mentioning in comparison.
First of all, such a fanatical cultist will definitely put his life at risk when practicing, and it is easy for top masters to emerge.
Furthermore, it is too dangerous for them to not value their own lives so much, and they will die together at every turn.
In the end, their revenge must be crazy.
Unreasonable revenge may not only retaliate against oneself, but may even implicate the entire Mingyue Temple and even the Daxueshan Sect.
If any of my classmates were really harmed by them, my conscience would be uneasy.
Being afraid of such trouble is not cowardice, but responsibility.
If you are the only one, it doesn't matter. Danger is danger, but it's just death. What's so scary?
But now that I am not alone, I have to consider the consequences.
Fakong said: "There is a big problem with the origin of Kunshan Holy Cult. Otherwise, the disciples would not be so fanatical."
"Kunshan Holy Cult..."
"Don't pry into it, just pretend you don't know." Fakong said, "If your plan is too big, your true colors will be exposed sooner or later."
"Senior brother, I will try not to irritate the Kunshan Holy Cult."
"Very good."
Fakong opened his clairvoyance and looked at Ning Zhenzhen with his deep eyes.
He suddenly frowned.
"Senior brother, am I in danger?" Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile.
She knew that Fakong was using his clairvoyance to see whether she was in trouble or not, so she looked at him calmly.
Seeing Fang Kong frowning, he asked jokingly, not feeling that there was really any danger.
After the wisdom heart is fully enlightened, I will be extremely sensitive to danger and will avoid it in advance.
Fakong nodded slowly.
Ning Zhenzhen was startled.
Fakong pondered for a moment: "Ignore it for now, it doesn't matter for now."
"Is it possible that I will die?"
"Do you think you can sit back and relax, no one can kill you?" Fakong snorted: "Don't forget that you have a rank one above you."
"Who killed me?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.
"I don't know." Fakong shook his head: "You died silently in Xicheng, without any trace of the murderer."
"There are no traces of the murderer..." Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "Is it someone from Xicheng? Sima Xun? Huang Yufeng? Or Zhao Zhihua?"
She didn't believe that someone could sneak into Xicheng silently, and her sensitivity was comparable to that of a first-class person.
Once you do something, it's impossible not to leave traces.
"That night, I will go over and guard you." Fakong said, his eyes once again becoming as deep as an ancient pool.
Fakong smiled.
Once this decision was made, Ning Zhenzhen was indeed alive.
Seeing him like this, Ning Zhen was relieved.
"Senior brother, it seems I have to come here often for you to see." Ning Zhenzhen said with a relaxed smile.
Fa Kong smiled and nodded.
Lin Feiyang suddenly appeared in a flash. Seeing Ning Zhenzhen's presence, he bowed and said hurriedly: "Monk, that monk Shan Yun is dead."
Fakong raised his eyebrows.
"Dead?!" Ning Zhenzhen frowned and said, "Suicide or someone else killed you?"
"It seems to be suicide." Lin Feiyang said: "There is also a suicide note explaining why he committed suicide."
"Why?"
"If you become obsessed with practicing Qigong, life would be worse than death, so you can only commit suicide."
"Alas..." Ning Zhenzhen smiled bitterly: "This time the clue is completely broken."
"Abbott, there is a benefactor named Huang Yufeng who wants to see you."
"Invite him in."
"yes."
A moment later, Huang Yufeng came in a hurry, Heshi saluted Fakong, then clasped his fists at Ning Zhenzhen and said, "Sicheng, we are a step too late, Zhu Shanhe committed suicide."
He looked at Fa Kong again, with a troubled expression on his face.