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Chapter 21 Changchun

Now I have initially achieved my goal.

If it was just a fluke to help Chengxu suppress Asura's magical power, then it is no longer a fluke to help Jingli suppress it.

This is the tangible effect of the Buddha's mantra.

This can dispel most of Daleiyin Temple's suspicions. After all, Jingli was completely demonized and was brought back by the Pure Heart Curse.

The rest will be left to time.

He believed that there were so many eminent monks in Daleiyin Temple, and there would always be someone who passed away within a month. There would be no two months in one month, and there would be no three months in two months. He had to wait until someone passed away.

Putting the log sign in his arms, Fa Kong pointed to the west: "Uncle, who is that Mr. Chu?"

Chengxu shook his head: "Which Mr. Chu?"

"Forget it, my uncle is a disciple of the inner temple."

"I'm going down the mountain for training soon, Fakong, if you have anything else to say, just tell me."

Fakong shook his head.

The Thunder Sound Marrow Cleansing Sutra can only be obtained through the Great Light Spell, so there is nothing else.

Chengxu stood up and was about to walk out when he suddenly stopped: "By the way, keep your distance from Master Jingli."

Fakong looked like he was asking for advice.

Chengxu sighed and shook his head: "Uncle Jingli has great ambitions and is too ambitious."

"What ambition?"

"Uncle Jingli always keeps his face secret. It's hard to explain. Anyway, if you are ambitious, you will inevitably do some excessive things."

"Does he have a big grudge against him? His hatred is too deep and too strong, which leads to an imbalance of mind and cannot stop the backlash of Asura's magical power."

"The great enemy...the elder of the Guangming Holy Sect." Chengxu sighed: "We can't help."

The Daxueshan Sect, the Guangming Holy Sect, and the Tianhai Sword Sect are the top sects in Daqian and are equally powerful.

When Uncle Jingli wanted to deal with the elders of the Guangming Holy Sect, it was difficult to borrow power from the Great Leiyin Temple, so he had to rely on his own abilities.

It's a pity that the elders of the Guangming Holy Sect are too strong, and Master Jingli cannot avenge him.

There is no hope of reaching the peak of martial arts training in Daleiyin Temple. It will take decades, and Master Jingli cannot wait.

He didn't want his enemy to live another day.

"The Holy Religion of Light..."

Through the memory of Hui Wen, Fa Kong knew the Holy Light Teaching.

In his memory, Hui Wen avoided the Guangming Holy Religion.

The Guangming Holy Cult acts rigidly and does not talk about tact and gentleness. It is strict and rigid. It insists on justice and acts stubbornly.

If you try to reason with them, you will never be able to reason with them.

If you can't reason, it's hard to win.

So when facing these people, we can only stay away from them.

While the two were talking, Chengxu suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Is he here to see you?"

Fa Kong listened attentively.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door: "Senior Brother Fakong."

"Come in." Fa Kong said loudly.

He knew it was Fawn as soon as he heard the footsteps.

Fa En pushed the door open and walked in. With a handsome face and a slender figure, he came to Fakong lightly.

"Senior Brother Fakong, please return to the temple quickly." Faen's handsome face was solemn.

"What happened? Master...?" Fakong's face darkened slightly.

"It's not Master, something happened in the temple." Fa'en said solemnly.

Fakong looked at Chengxu.

Chengxu said: "I'll take a step first, Fakong, if you have something to do, just leave. When you come back, I may go down the mountain...but I will let people keep this monastery, and you can come and stay at any time."

, it’s no problem to stay here forever.”

What is the combination of Dharma and emptiness?

Chengxu took a step forward and disappeared.

Fa Kong withdrew his gaze and looked at Fa En, indicating that he should make it clear.

Fa En looked around and whispered: "Senior Brother Faxu was killed. Master would like to ask you, Master, to go back and save Senior Brother Faxu."

Fa Kong frowned and looked at him, indicating to continue.

"Senior Brother Faxu's body is all drained of blood and his death condition is extremely miserable. Master really can't bear it and wants you to save him and ascend him to the Western Paradise of Paradise!" Fa'en said with an unbearable look on his face.

"Who did it?"

"Master said it was like the Changchun Valley in Dayong, but Changchun Valley is said to have been wiped out since the death of the valley owner Deng Gao'en."

Fakong pondered for a moment: "You go back first, I will go back soon!"

"Master told me not to make this matter public..." Fa En hesitated.

Huinan had already warned him before coming, to come secretly and to leave as soon as possible.

Fa En is Huinan's novice monk, so the people around him certainly understand what Huinan means.

Family scandals should not be publicized. If a disciple of Vajra Temple was killed, it would be a humiliation if he could not take revenge.

Revenge cannot be avenged.

The 108 temples of the Daxueshan Sect are not in harmony. They are constantly fighting openly and secretly with each other, all trying to compete for the position of Shangjiu Temple.

He didn't know why various temples wanted to compete for the Nine Temples, but he knew that this matter must not be publicized and make the King Kong Temple a laughing stock.

Fa Kong said coldly: "Go."

He aroused the anger of rabbit death and fox sorrow. Vajra Temple is his wings and roots, and killing the disciples of Vajra Temple is his enemy!

"...Yes!" Faen reluctantly agreed.

——

Vajra Temple

Tallinn

When Fakong arrived outside the Tallinn, hundreds of monks in gray robes were already standing in the open space outside the Tallinn courtyard, standing solemnly and silently.

The atmosphere was tragic and filled with anger.

When Fakong came closer, they ignored him and just stared at the gate of Tallinn in silence.

Fakong stopped and did not force his way in.

As he expected, Huinan's voice soon came out: "Fakong, come in!"

"Yes, Master." Fa Kongheshi said.

All the monks turned their heads to look over.

Fa Kongheshi bowed to the monks.

They all returned the greeting: "Senior Brother Fakong."

Most of these disciples are from the Dharma generation, they are young, their temples are bulging, and their eyes are shining brightly when they look forward.

Fa Kong walked forward slowly, and they naturally moved out of the way and looked at him, feeling both strange and curious.

Fa Kong entered the Tallinn and saw that the altar was already full of people.

The third floor at the bottom is for young monks, the second floor is for middle-aged monks, and the first floor is for old monks.

Piles of dark clouds gathered over Tallinn, thick and heavy, gloomy and oppressive, and the air seemed to have become heavier.

In the center of the altar was an Arhat bed, with a skeleton lying on the bed.

The flesh and blood all over the body has disappeared, leaving only a piece of skin loosely covering the bones.

Huinan waved: "Come here!"

Fakong walked slowly up the steps, saluting as he walked, and came to Huinan.

He saw a tall and burly old monk next to Huinan. His square face with Chinese characters was slightly golden, as if he had been coated with a layer of gold paint.

So they tithe: "Abbott."

He knew that it was only after he had practiced the indestructible power of Vajra to a very high level that he would have this strange appearance.

In the whole temple, there are only four people who have started to practice the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility, and Abbot Hui'an is one of them.

Hui'an also practiced the indestructible power of Vajra to a very high level.

Hui An calmly nodded and said, "Fakong, cast a spell."

"yes."

Fa Kong responded.

He quickly recovered from the shock and regained his composure.

Faxu's death was too tragic. He knew from Hui Wen's memory that it was caused by Changchun Gong in Changchun Valley.

The Changchun Valley in Dayong is the evil way among evil ways, even the devil despises it.

Demonic disciples act in extreme ways and are vicious, but they cannot commit such evil acts.

Devouring blood and essence to replenish oneself is equivalent to cannibalism.

It is no wonder that Deng Gaoen, the master of Changchun Valley, was killed by everyone in Dayong Wulin. Deng Gaoen was killed by everyone on Tinghai Cliff.

Changchun Valley was completely exterminated.

Deng Gaoen's body has never been found, but he was so seriously injured that it was impossible to survive after jumping from a cliff more than 200 meters high into the sea.

Maybe it was swallowed by a giant fish.

Fa Kong took a deep breath in the eyes of the monks, dispelled distracting thoughts, and restored his mind to calm as water.

The left hand is in the mudra, the right palm is raised, and the lips are moving.

His strange appearance was reflected in the widened eyes of the monks: his right palm glowed, forming a beam of light, and at the other end of the beam was Faxu, who had turned into a skeleton.

The eyes of all the monks widened.

Only the five old monks who had seen the Great Light Spell before remained calm. After taking a sideways look at everyone's gaffe, they hurriedly stared at Fakong's right palm again, trying to understand its mystery.

Who wouldn’t want to practice such a great light spell?

Faxu's soul condensed into a small person, Heshi saluted Faxu, and turned into a white light rising into the sky.

Thousands of golden lights appeared within the clouds, reflecting the clouds into lines of gold.

The monks' eyes widened even more.

They wanted to see clearly what was in the golden light.

After Faxu's soul turned into white light and entered the golden light, the golden light disappeared slowly, as if it had never appeared before.

From the time the golden light appeared to when it disappeared, it only took five or six breaths.

If you don't stare all the time, when you notice something strange and look up, it has already disappeared, and you will suspect that you are dazzled and have an illusion.

"Amitabha!"

Hui'an loudly announced the Buddha's name, which resounded throughout the entire Daleiyin Temple.

He tithes toward the sky, and then tithes toward the sky.

If the law and emptiness are combined, the gift will be returned.

"It's so good that Faxu ascended to the Western Paradise." Hui'an said to the monks, "But we will never let this murderer go!"

The monks nodded solemnly.

"Monks, cheer up and perform your duties. Don't let others take advantage of you and cause chaos!"

"yes!"

"Go ahead."

"……yes."

"Abbot!" A middle-aged fat monk standing on the middle floor of the altar raised his hand and spoke slowly.

Hui'an looked at him solemnly: "Yuanrong, just say it."

"I want to hunt down the murderer myself!" Yuan Rong has a short stature, a round fat face, and a friendly look.

At this time, he had a serious face, and his small round eyes were flashing with cold electricity: "If we don't avenge this revenge, our Vajra Temple..."

An old monk on the highest floor hummed: "Yuanrong, you can't rush this matter, as it's easy to make mistakes if you rush!"

"Elder Huixiao, are you saying you won't take revenge now?" Yuan Rong asked in a deep voice.

The young monks at the lowest level all showed angry expressions and couldn't help but speak, and there was a sudden buzz.

"Aren't you going to hunt now?"

"If we didn't chase him, if we delayed, that guy would have disappeared long ago!"

"If this revenge is not avenged, I will feel uneasy!"

"eye for eye!"



Abbot Hui'an raised his big hand.

The monks stopped talking and looked at Hui'an.

Hui An said slowly: "I have watched Faxu grow up. If you want revenge, I want revenge more than you. The temple has already taken action and is investigating. We will never let Faxu die in vain!"

"Abbott, who is the murderer?"

"It should be easy to know this method, right?"

Hui'an said slowly: "Before you figure it out, you can't talk nonsense, so as not to go astray and be used by others."

Fakong stood beside Huinan and nodded secretly.

The company in his previous life had hundreds of employees, so he could understand Hui An.

The disciples were so angry that they wanted to kill the murderer immediately, but Hui'an, as the abbot, could not be swayed by his emotions.

Who is the murderer?

Is it setting the blame?

Is there any hidden secret?

These must be clarified one by one, and cannot be reacted and dealt with simply and crudely like martial arts masters.

Otherwise, you will still be ignorant when being used as a knife.

Yuan Rong said dissatisfied: "Abbott, you can't be in a hurry, you have to check slowly, right?"

Hui'an spoke neither hastily nor slowly, solemnly and calmly: "You can't investigate slowly, but you can't do it too hastily and be taken advantage of by others... Don't worry, the temple will give an explanation to Faxu and everyone, let's get over it!"

"Amitabha!" All the monks announced the Buddha's name in unison and slowly retreated.

Yuan Rong groaned in dissatisfaction.

Unfortunately, Hui'an's majesty was so profound that his disciples obeyed him.

Hui'an left with the monks, but Yuanrong still stood there without moving.

Huinan came to him and said angrily: "You must have lost your mind!"

Yuan Rong looked up at him, his eyes slightly red: "Uncle."

"Don't you think about it, can the abbot let the murderer go and ask you to question him in front of everyone?"

"But why aren't you chasing him now?"

"Don't worry, he can't escape!"

"Too slow,... too slow." Yuan Rong's eyes were red: "We should have taken action a long time ago. I would rather catch the mistake than let it go!"

"Nonsense!" Huinan scolded: "Look at what you are like, go back and rest, you are not allowed to do anything!"

"Uncle Master..." Yuan Rong burst into tears: "How could I rest? How could I sit still?!"


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