"You have to sit down even if you can't sit still!" Huinan scolded: "You watched Faxu enter the Western Paradise. You will be able to go there in the future, so what is there to cry about? Look at your ability!"
Yuan Rong wiped away tears: "Uncle, my master is too incompetent. I just watch the murderer go free!"
"Are you scolding the temple for being incompetent?" Huinan said angrily: "Turning your mind, think carefully about how you can let him go free."
Yuan Rong's tears couldn't stop, they kept wiping away and flowing: "If I can't avenge him, I won't have the shame to see him!"
Fakong said: "Master, Master Yuanrong, the Great Light Spell can see a memory of the deceased before his death."
Yuanrong wiped away tears and shook his head.
His heart was broken when he thought of how much torture Fakong had to endure, and he didn't want to listen to what Fakong had to say.
Fakong said: "Senior Brother Faxu fought him three times, and was finally knocked unconscious by one palm. He never woke up again, and there was no pain."
"Really?" Yuanrong looked at him eagerly.
Fakong nodded slowly, his expression serious and determined.
Huinan stared at Fakong.
Fakong said: "Senior Brother Faxu saw the appearance of the murderer."
"You are so calm!" Huinan picked him up and walked away.
Yuanrong followed closely.
The three of them drifted down to Huinan's small courtyard.
"Fa En, I will serve you with pen and ink!"
"yes."
…
"It's Deng Gao'en!" Huinan looked at the person in the portrait and gritted his teeth and said coldly: "It's definitely him!"
"Master, have you met Deng Gaoen?"
"When Dayong Wulin was besieging Deng Gao'en, senior brother Huiwen and I secretly went over to take a look." Huinan shook his head: "This guy is so good at hiding and is so good at escaping... no wonder there are no clues."
"Senior Brother Fakong should have a pendant in his mouth. It is the pendant on the jade pendant on Deng Gaoen's waist." Fakong said slowly.
Yuan Rong rushed out fiercely.
After several breaths, he came back like a gust of wind, opened his palm, and found a jade bead the size of a mung bean.
The jade beads are green and sparkling, as if containing spring water.
"Faxu..." Yuanrong looked at the jade bead and couldn't help but shed tears.
Faxu Dingran realized that he was outmatched and feared that his life would be in danger, so he found a way to leave clues to the murderer, hoping that the temple would avenge him.
How unwilling and painful he must have been at that time!
Faxu's qualifications are astonishing, his cultivation level is not inferior to that of his master, and his agility and agility are far better than his own master, but...
Thinking of this, his heart ached and he burst into tears.
"With this, that's enough." Huinan said coldly: "What a Deng Gaoen, how courageous a bitch!"
"Uncle Master, how should I pursue you?"
"Hmm..." Huinan looked at Fakong: "Mingyue Temple has Taiyin Silent Light Technique, and is good at tracking."
Fakong said: "Master, do you really want to ask outsiders for help?"
"Our Vajra Temple doesn't have powerful tracking techniques." Huinan hummed, "We have no problem with doing it, but tracking is the problem."
Fakong said: "Then let me ask Uncle Chengxu for help."
"The Chengxu of Daleiyin Temple?" Huinan said.
Fakong said: "Actually, I invited Master Chengxu to come with me this time, but Master Chengxu didn't enter the temple."
If the temple wants to keep its face and not ask for help from outsiders, then there is no need for Chengxu to show up.
"You kid!" Huinan snorted.
Fakong said: "Is it okay to ask Uncle Chengxu for help?"
He knew that Daleiyin Temple also had a very powerful tracking method, called the Yasha Incense Catching Technique.
Yaksha is a god who is said to be able to eat ghosts. He is the most agile and agile. He is good at smelling scents and recognizing ghosts in human caves. He has no way to escape.
Huinan stroked his silver beard and smiled.
Chengxu is the number one person in the Cheng generation, and others can't even invite him.
Even though he is still at the fourth level now, his combat power is still astonishing.
There is a sky drop between the fourth grade and the third grade. It needs to be polished slowly. It needs to be taken slowly and there is no hurry. A prodigy like Chengxu has been able to step into the third grade a long time ago, but he just stayed at the fourth grade and was not in a hurry to cross over.
He aspires to be at the first level, or even beyond the first level.
They are both fourth-grade masters, but their moves are completely different. Ten average fourth-grade masters are no match for Chengxu alone.
Yuan Rong hesitated: "Senior Brother Chengxu is famous, doesn't it mean that he has practiced the Asura magic..."
Huinan shook his head and said: "Chengxu is in a terrible situation now. He has suppressed Asura's magical power with the Great Sun Tathagata Immovable Sutra."
Yuan Rong nodded vigorously: "That's perfect!"
Fakong said: "The abbot's side..."
"I'll go talk to the abbot." Huinan said, "Go and ask Chengxu for help."
"Yes." Fakong looked at the jade beads in Yuanrong's hand.
Yuanrong stared at the jade beads in his hand, his expression changing.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and handed it to Fakong.
Fakong took it, turned around and left slowly.
——
Two hours later, Fakong was by the lake in Medicine Valley, his body shining with the clear light of the lake, as if diamonds were embedded in his body, tithing together.
Chengxu came slowly, holding a head in his hand.
It was Deng Gaoen's head, with a look of shock on his face, as if he couldn't imagine this fact.
"Bang." Chengxu threw his head onto the grass, rolled it three times, and rolled to Fakong's feet.
Fakong lowered his head and took a closer look.
He found that his heart was calm and he didn't feel any discomfort at all because he saw the head for the first time.
Hui Wen was a monk, and as many as ninety martial arts masters died under his powerful demon-suppressing fist.
Mo Qingyun was even better. He had more than a hundred women at a young age, and no less than a hundred martial arts masters died under his sword.
Under their influence, Fa Kong had no strange feeling when facing the head.
"It's him." Fakong raised his head and looked at Chengxu Heshi: "Thank you very much, uncle."
Chengxu waved his hand carelessly: "Is this the famous Deng Gao'en? His cultivation is not advancing but retreating, which is very disappointing."
Then he added: "Maybe he was too seriously injured at the beginning. It would be great if he could save his life. How can he be safe and sound?"
When Dayong Wulin encircled and suppressed Deng Gaoen, he had not yet formally practiced. He thought it would be difficult this time, but he did not expect it to be so easy.
Faning strode over to greet Chengxu, and was shocked when he saw the head at Fakong's feet.
Chengxu looked at Faning with a smile: "Good boy, this cultivation level is not bad, not bad, another high-level weapon."
Faning was embarrassed and did not dare to look at the head.
His face turned pale rapidly, and he couldn't help but feel like vomiting, so he hurriedly said: "Brother, I'm going."
"Go and ask Master to come over."
"Yes." Faning turned into a gust of wind and ran away.
——
"Found it?" Huinan's voice came from far away.
He came floating with Yuanrong.
Chengxu solemnly gave Hui Nan the gift of He Shi, and He Shi returned the gift of harmony.
This gift of Yuan Rong is deeply meaningful.
He never expected that Chengxu would not only catch him, but also kill him directly.
Looking at the head, he was filled with hatred and joy, and his eyes were sore. If Chengxu hadn't been there, he would have burst into tears.
Chengxu said: "It was easy to kill him."
Huinan shook his head with emotion: "What a disaster. He has lived for thousands of years. I saw him receive dozens of palms and was almost beaten to pieces. He fell headlong into the sea from a cliff of more than 200 meters. I didn't expect that he could survive!"
"Why didn't you kill him before?" Yuan Rong gritted his teeth.
"Alas..." Huinan shook his head.
Things in the world are so unsatisfactory. You can kill anyone if you want. Usually, the more harmful people are, the better they can survive.
Fakong kept his head down and said nothing, staring at the head.
Huinan saw that he was weird and hummed: "Boy, what's wrong? Do you still recognize him? You look at him so seriously, as if you really know him!"
Fakong said: "Master, did Deng Gaoen suffer any fatal injuries at that time?"
From Hui Wen's memory, we know that Deng Gaoen's face was disfigured.
Now the head was not disfigured, and it gave him a very strange feeling, as if it was the head of a young man.
This feeling is very strange and cannot be explained clearly. It is impossible to tell from the appearance. It is a kind of mysterious feeling.
He judged that it might be because he was sensitive to Shouyuan.
"Fatal injuries...that's a lot!" Hui Nan said: "With palms and swords, he will definitely die."
"What about your face?"
"There should be injuries on the face as well." Huinan frowned and looked at the head.
There are no signs of injury on this face.
He waved.
The head flew from the grass into Huinan's left palm, and he lifted it up to the level of his own eyes, looking at it carefully.
"Weird." Huinan looked over and over and touched: "There is no trace of injury at all."
He turned to look at Chengxu.
Chengxu shook his head: "The owner of the jade bead must be him, there is no way he can be mistaken."
Hui Nanshuang frowned.
"Uncle, you can't be wrong, right?" Yuan Rong was surprised.
"Faxu can't be wrong, Chengxu can't be wrong either, then this guy is the murderer!" Huinan touched his frosty white beard, twisting it one by one while analyzing.
Chengxu and Yuanrong nodded.
"But this guy looks like Deng Gao'en, but he looks a little different." Huinan continued to analyze: "Did Deng Gao'en have some adventure and all his scars disappeared?"
"Is there such a magical medicine in the world, uncle?" Chengxu said, "I have never heard of it."
"Then tell me, what's going on?"
"...Can't tell." Chengxu shook his head.
Yuan Rong's face looked cloudy and uncertain.
Fakong suddenly formed a seal with his left hand, raised his right palm, and soon emitted white light towards the head.
Yuan Rong's little eyes suddenly widened with a look of incredible disbelief.
He couldn't believe that Fakong would do such a thing, that he would save this guy and enter the bliss of the Western Heaven!
Just as he was about to speak, a ball of round tutuo light emerged from the head, twisting in the air and transforming into a small person.
But he is a young man.
The appearance is different from the head.
"The art of disguise!" Chengxu said coldly.
Fakong untied his hand seals and allowed the villain to slowly sink back to his head.
"It's not him!" Huinan shook his head: "It's not Deng Gao'en!"
He hummed: "Let me tell you, how could Deng Gaoen be still alive after being so seriously injured? Someone is using his face to wear his skin to do bad things!"
He immediately frowned again: "But what he performed was indeed the Changchun Kung Fu."
Chengxu suddenly nodded: "I thought my cultivation level had declined due to my injury, but it turned out to be a lie!"
Fa Kong remained silent.
He was digesting the memory of Deng Yuanzheng in his mind.
Deng Yuanzheng, the legitimate son and posthumous son of Deng Gaoen.
At first, Deng Gaoen knew that his love was inevitable, so he left a letter to his lover.
If the child or she is harmed by the enemy, then forget about it. If you are lucky enough to be able to hide it from the world, then open this letter when the child is twenty-eight years old.
In this letter, he wrote the location where the Changchun Gong is hidden, how to activate it, and the taboos in practicing it.
Before the age of twenty-eight, Deng Yuanzheng lived an ordinary life.
As an ordinary farm boy, he went to a small town to work hard at the age of eighteen. After joining a small gang, he was supported by a noble man and joined a big gang in the city.
Once he entered the big city, he was lost in the crowd.
In the city, he was an ordinary gang disciple. When he was twenty-eight, he became a small leader by luck.
When he sleeps with his wife in his arms, he often thinks about the future.
If you are over fifty and you still cannot practice Tianyuan Realm and can't condense Gang Qi, then you can find a job as a pensioner, or look after homes and nursing homes, or open a school to teach apprentices. Anyway, it is not suitable to stay in the gang anymore.
Already.
On his twenty-eighth birthday, his mother gave him this letter from Deng Gaoen, and he learned about his life experience.
Only then did he realize that he was actually the son of the great devil known to the world, and he was his direct blood relative.
Not only did he not feel ashamed, but he was proud of it.
Being in a gang, the concept of respecting the strong has been deeply rooted in his bones. No matter he is a good person or a devil, as long as he has strong martial arts, he will be majestic and happy!
He started practicing Changchun Gong without hesitation.
Although there was a lot of backlash and pain, compared to the rapid improvement, he had no regrets, only joy.