"Senior brother, can you find him?" Ning Zhenzhen blinked and stared at him curiously.
She originally had a desire to catch up with Fakong, to compare with him, and to keep pace with him, but she has given up long ago.
There is only admiration and closeness, as well as self-pity and self-esteem.
She tried her best not to drag Fakong down. She didn't want to ask him for help until the critical moment. She just wanted to talk and chat together.
She increasingly felt that Fa Kong was unfathomable, but his temperament had not changed, nor had his relationship with her.
Fakong's eyes suddenly became dark, staring at the flying knife in his hand...
After a moment, he frowned, and a layer of golden light came to his eyes, making them glow with a faint golden light.
Ning Zhenzhen quickly moved her eyes away.
After being shrouded in this faint layer of golden light, his eyes, as deep as ancient pools, became majestic and indifferent, like the eyes of a god, looking down at the world, without sadness, joy or anger.
As soon as she met this look, her eyes became awe-inspiring, and she felt inexplicably that she was a head shorter and had an inexplicable inferiority complex.
With a clear mind, she broke away from this feeling in an instant, knowing that it was a kind of mental suppression.
After looking away, she felt her heart lighten and she regained her composure.
Fa Kong activated his golden eyes, raised his gaze from the flying knife, and looked into the distance. His gaze traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers, and landed on a small city.
His eyes continued to move forward and landed on a house in the south of the small town.
This house is located by the river, built near the water, and there are two willow trees outside the courtyard.
This is a small river that runs from east to west of the city. The willow trees along the river are lush and green, and the willow branches are swaying and dancing.
There are three entrances to this house, but the backyard is a garden, where a handsome young man is lying on a rocking chair, squinting in the sun.
Sitting next to the rocking chairs is a beautiful woman, wearing a thin white gauze shirt, her skin looming, full of temptation.
The handsome young man paid no attention to the beauty and temptation of the two women. He closed his eyes and patted his knees gently, as if he was singing an opera.
Two beautiful women waited on him carefully, one handed him grapes into his mouth, and the other stretched out his little hand to catch the grape seeds.
Fakong's gaze retracted, his eyes returned to normal, and he nodded gently: "Found it!"
Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes were burning.
Fakong frowned and muttered: "Weird, I think this person's cultivation level is not as good as that of a great master."
This person's cultivation level is only close to that of a Grand Master. If he wants to step into a Grand Master, I am afraid it will take another ten years to have any hope.
It is also possible to live a life without hope.
There is something really wrong that such a person has never been killed.
The great strangers from the Great Miaolian Temple, Qin Tianjian and the imperial court, if any party finds him, they can crush him to death like an ant.
Unless he can be like Li Ying, he can kill a grand master like a chicken before he reaches the realm of grand master.
But how many people in the world can achieve the swordsmanship of Li Ying?
This is due to chance.
Is this Jiuyou sword really like Li Ying? Does its flying sword really have unpredictable power?
Fa Kong was thoughtful and his eyes turned golden again.
His eyes passed through the far distance and fell on the house in the small town and on the handsome young man.
He casts Destiny.
His eyes shone with golden light, getting brighter and brighter, until eventually only the golden light came out and his pupils could no longer be seen clearly.
Ning Zhenzhen didn't even dare to look directly, lest she burn her eyes.
Fakong is breaking down the obstacles in the handsome young man's body.
There is an invisible barrier on his body that prevents prying eyes on his destiny.
This level of power is intangible and qualitative.
When using the Celestial Eye to locate him, the Golden Eyes easily broke through its obstacles, but when using the Fateful Eye, it suddenly became stronger.
The golden eyes also strengthened, and this obstacle was broken.
After a while, Fakong's eyes returned to normal again, he shook his head and sighed: "You can't tell by appearance, he is really a genius!"
"His flying knife is indeed one of a kind." Ning Zhenzhen said.
She looked into Fakong's eyes and felt strange.
Fakong shook his head with emotion: "His cultivation has become the best cover. Who would have thought that his sword skills are so powerful despite his mediocre cultivation."
His flying knife is even stronger than the Little Sword Control Technique.
Although he is not as good as Li Ying back then, it is not that easy to kill the Grand Master, but his ability to conceal his aura is stronger.
Jiuyou Juedao's sword-wielding technique contains the ability to hide his breath, and he has another treasure on his body that allows him to ignore tracking and escape the world.
If Fakong hadn't already mastered the divine texts and his magical powers had changed, he might not have been able to find him with his clairvoyance.
"Senior brother, what are you going to do?" Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes were burning: "Are you going to kill him directly?"
Fakong shook his head.
Ning Zhenzhen said: "Should we let him go?"
Fakong said: "Junior sister, can you get the belongings of the eminent monk who practiced the karma sword?"
"I want to find out who it is first." Ning Zhenzhen frowned.
Fakong said: "My name is Bencheng, I am the younger brother of the Imperial Master."
"Master Bencheng..." Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "Senior brother, wait a moment, I will think of a way."
If she was only the deputy sect leader of the Jade Butterfly Sect, she might not be able to do anything because the tentacles of the Jade Butterfly Sect cannot reach the Great Miaolian Temple.
But now she is still a guest of Prince Chun's Palace and can borrow the power of Prince Chun's Palace, which is completely different.
In the early morning, Fakong had breakfast in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple. After walking around the street outside, he went to Yongkong Temple.
In Yongkong Temple, the queen was busy in the vegetable garden and looked very good.
There was an atmosphere of tranquility in Yongkong Temple, and the queen unconsciously immersed herself in it, her mind was calm and she no longer had too many thoughts.
Today, her heart is as clear as a lake, peaceful and happy.
Fakong chatted with her for a while, and when he was going to Yongkong Temple, he found the monk Yuan De standing outside Yongkong Temple.
He frowned.
If he doesn't agree, Divine Monk Yuande will continue to pester him, and he will probably stand outside Yongkong Temple all the time.
Yongkong Temple is located in Xiaoxitian Paradise, and he deliberately hides it. Even if he passes by, the Yuande Divine Monk cannot sense it.
But the key is that the impact is not good.
The sacred monk Yuande has a very special status in Dayong. He has become famous all over the world since he was a child, and the name of the sacred monk has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
People may call him Xiaoguoshi.
It is almost certain that the Monk Yuande will inherit the mantle of the National Preceptor and become the next National Preceptor.
Monk Yuande was always rejected and stood outside Yongkong Temple. Although the reputation of Yongkong Temple was spread, it was a pity that it was not a good reputation.
People can't help but feel disgusted with Yongkong Temple, disgusted with Yongkong Temple's arrogance, and disgusted with the rudeness to Yuande Divine Monk.
Fakong shook his head, Monk Yuande's move was quite cruel.
Yuande stood quietly outside Yongkong Temple, facing the gate of Yongkong Temple, closing his eyes slightly, clasping his palms together, motionless.
People passing by cast curious glances at him, and when they recognized him, their curiosity turned into surprise.
He looked like he was facing the wall and thinking about his past.
He recited Buddhist scriptures silently to calm his anxiety.
People's eyes fell on their backs, originally like ants biting them. As the Buddhist sutras were chanted and recited, these eyes gradually became nothing, and finally no one felt anything strange at all.
At this time, my heart felt peaceful and peaceful.
What does it mean to suffer some humiliation for the sake of the reputation of Daimyolian Temple?
Fa Kong's voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "Master, come in."
The door of Yongkong Temple suddenly opened slowly, but no one was seen, as if there was an invisible hand pushing it open.
Yuande had seen Fakong's dragon sucking water before and knew that his cultivation was profound and exquisite. He was no longer surprised. He titheed towards the open door and stepped inside slowly, with graceful and calm movements.
People coming and going became more and more curious.
Fakong never opened a temple. People only know about Yongkong Temple, but they don't know which sect it is, and who the abbot is.
To have Divine Monk Yuande be so respectful, he obviously has an extraordinary background.
Out of curiosity, people inquired one after another, but found out nothing.
Yuande came to the Main Hall and came to Fakong who was offering incense. He bowed to the golden Buddha statue and offered incense.
The two came to the outside of the Main Hall and stood on the steps. Fakong said warmly: "Master, why do you need to force others to make things difficult?"
"I hope Master will be merciful." Yuande said sincerely: "Save Uncle Bencheng!"
Fakong looked at him.
Yuan De said: "Uncle Bencheng is kind-hearted by nature and hates evil as much as he hates evil. Even if he only kills guilty people and evil people, if he kills too many people, he will fall into the abyss and be unable to escape."
Fakong shook his head.
Yuan De said: "We are following Master Uncle Bencheng not to kill him, but to prevent him from continuing to kill, and to save him."
Fakong still didn't speak.
Yuande said: "Uncle Bencheng will not kill you for helping me. After all, master, you are not a bad person."
Fakong sighed and said: "The current Master Bencheng is not the former Master Bencheng. The sword will change his temperament, and when the murderous nature is combined, he will be unable to control himself."
Yuan De stagnated.
This is what everyone in the temple is worried about. Master Bencheng may be able to control himself at first, but if he kills too many people, the evil spirit will take over and he will lose control.
It will be a real disaster at that time, and we don't know how many people will die, so we must not let Uncle Ben Cheng continue to kill.
Yuan De said: "Master, do you really want to watch Uncle Bencheng lose control?"
"How do you know that Master Bencheng hasn't lost control yet?" Fakong shook his head and said, "Master should understand my difficulties, right?"
Yuande sighed.
Fakong said: "If you were a master, would you agree to help?"
Yuande was silent.
He is proud of himself and does not bother to lie.
If it were him, he would make the same choice as Master Fakong, giving priority to the safety of his own temple.
Fakong smiled and said: "So, master, why waste your time?"
Yuande shook his head.
No matter what, I must ask Master Fakong for help and find Master Uncle Bencheng.
Although I am a disciple of my master, I have not been able to stay with him for as long as my uncle.
Master often retreats, and when he is not in retreat, he has a lot of big things to do. Most of his cultivation is guided by his uncle, who takes care of him most of the time.
I couldn't just watch my uncle fall into the abyss.
Seeing him like this, Fakong didn't say anything more and stood quietly. The two of them were like two statues.
Half an hour later, Fa Kong disappeared in a flash.
He appeared in Ning Zhenzhen's small courtyard.
Ning Zhenzhen took out a string of Buddhist beads and handed them over.
Fakong smiled.
Ning Zhenzhen acted very neatly and got Master Bencheng's personal prayer beads so quickly.
The beads are dark purple and are made of sandalwood. They are as oily as jade and exude a light fragrance that is refreshing.
Fa Kong's eyes narrowed slightly, became deep, and then glowed with golden light. He looked at the string of Buddhist beads, then raised his head and looked at it.