The young leader is indeed the young leader. He is extremely wise and extremely intelligent, and is beyond their reach.
Early the next morning, when Zhu Yuquan and two guards arrived at Qingji Tower, they did not find Fakong.
Zhu Yuquan was a little disappointed.
But it doesn’t matter if you think about it. Monk Fakong can’t go to Qingfu Tower to eat every morning.
Even I am not like this.
Always change the taste.
At this time, Fakong was sitting at the table with Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe Faning at Wangjiang Tower in Daqian for dinner.
When eating, Lin Feiyang always looked like he was sighing.
The emptiness of the law does not matter, and his expression is leisurely and at ease.
Fu Qinghe remained silent, like a stone.
Faning couldn't help but smiled and said to Lin Feiyang, even if Xu Qingluo and the other three were not here, they should have a good meal and cheer up.
Lin Feiyang sighed helplessly: "It's not that I don't know, but I just can't help it. As soon as I sit here eating, I can't help but think about Qingluo and the others. Are they eating well and delicious, and are they hungry?" Starving, that place at Yuxiaguan is too dilapidated, it’s really no place for people to stay.”
Fakong put down the restaurant and said calmly: "They are also eating at Yuanyang Tower in Yuxiaguan. They are eating steamed buns. Do you want to taste them?"
"They eat steamed buns?" Lin Feiyang cheered up: "How does it taste? How do they eat it? Can they eat it?"
Fa Kong disappeared in a flash.
After a while, he appeared again.
Taking out the four-cage steamed bun from his sleeve, the hot white steam exudes the alluring aroma of meat.
It is the unique aroma of beef mixed with spices.
"Eh..." Lin Feiyang suddenly became energetic: "It smells so good!"
Fu Qinghe, who had been absent-minded, also perked up and looked at the four steamed buns.
Lin Feiyang reached out and picked one, throwing it into his mouth. It was a fat white bun the size of a peach.
While chewing, he nodded vigorously with an admiring look on his face, signaling them to eat quickly.
Fa Kong ate six, and Fan Ning, Lin Feiyang, and Fu Qinghe all ate ten, wiping out the four steamed buns in one go.
After eating, Fa Kong disappeared in a flash, returned the four cages, and when he came back, he took out eight more strange fruits.
Red, oval, palm-sized, exuding an attractive and rich aroma.
This is the specialty sun fruit of Yuxiaguan.
The taste is sweet, fragrant and rich, just like the durian from the previous life.
It's a pity that there is no way to transport it back to Shenjing. Even if there is ice, it will rot before it reaches Shenjing.
After finishing these eight sun fruits, four of their stomachs were already bulging.
"What a green radish, they are so lucky!" Lin Feiyang said unconvinced: "When I was at Yuxia Pass, I never had such delicious buns or such good sun fruits."
Fakong shook his head and said: "You don't have such leisure. They run around Yuxia Pass whenever they have free time. They have already found out which places have delicious food and what delicious food there is."
When you practice, you should practice hard, but it should not be a practice that only tightens your heart strings, and you should have enough leisure time.
This is the most ideal state of cultivation.
Therefore, they can maintain the momentum of rapid progress without slowing down. At this speed, they will soon be able to enter the Four Symbols Realm.
"Alas... Qingluo and the others are better." Lin Feiyang looked yearning on his face and wished he could run back again.
Fakong smiled and shook his head.
Lin Feiyang couldn't bear loneliness, so he liked liveliness and felt that liveliness was the best and most enjoyable.
Of course, most of his yearning is for Zhu Ni.
I miss Zhu Ni so much that I can't sleep well, but I'm embarrassed to say it. I always try to make excuses so I can take the opportunity to go away and relieve the pain of lovesickness.
He doesn't mind the long journey or the hard work, and he doesn't feel tired when he runs. Of course, because of his extraordinary lightness skills, two or three days is enough for him to come and go.
Fan Ning said: "Senior brother, has Deputy Zhu's side been dealt with?"
Fakong shook his head: "The journey is too long and it will take a while. Prince Xin can still rest assured."
If there were no surprises, there would be no surprises in this matter. It went smoothly, Zhu Yifan was captured, and two Dayun secret spies were also brought out.
Over the years, Yuxia Pass has been penetrated by Dayun so much that it is like a sieve. It is no wonder that small groups of Dayun cavalry often break in, wreak havoc and then drive away, leaving nothing to be done to them.
Fan Ning said: "I really don't know when Qingluo and the others will come back."
Fakong smiled and said: "Miss Zhou Yang?"
Fanning smiled and nodded.
He was very satisfied with Zhou Yang as his disciple.
He is very loyal and down-to-earth, and he can still tolerate being bullied all the time. He is extremely satisfied with both his qualifications and his character.
He was really a little worried about something happening.
Fakong smiled and said: "They will have to go through the battlefield after all, and they can't come back so soon."
Fanning nodded.
If you don't experience a battle on the battlefield, it will be like a wasted trip and will not achieve the purpose of training.
But when he thought about the dangers of the battlefield, where swords and guns had no eyesight, he couldn't help but worry.
Fakong looked at him and said nothing.
In front of feelings, language is very pale. No matter how much he talks, Junior Brother Faning still can't control his worry.
Concern leads to chaos. Junior Brother Faning has put so much effort into Zhou Yang, and the relationship between master and disciple is very deep.
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"What, Master Yuande isn't here?" Zhu Yuquan asked the monk Zhike loudly at the entrance of Xiaomiaolian Temple.
Xiaomiaolian Temple is located due south of Tianjing, on a central axis with the imperial palace, only 500 meters away.
The name is Xiaomiaolian Temple. In fact, the temple is very large, not inferior to Yongkong Temple, and is nearly a hundred acres in size.
The monk Zhike was an elegant and elegant middle-aged monk. He smiled and said, "It's not a coincidence that Master Zhu has come. My nephew Yuan De has just left not long ago."
"Where did you go?"
"Oh, I think I went to Yongkong Temple."
"Yongkong Temple?" Zhu Yuquan frowned and stared at Zhike Monk, half convinced.
He thought this was quite a coincidence.
Why did he go to Yongkong Temple by himself just when he was about to come to find him? If so, no one else saw him going in with Monk Yuande...
But it doesn’t matter. As long as Monk Yuande is also in Yongkong Temple, he cannot escape the responsibility of protecting himself. Otherwise, the Great Myoulian Temple will not be able to escape the fate of being angered by the master.
Thinking of this, he suppressed his doubts, stretched his brows and said with a smile, "How long have you been gone?"
"About a quarter of an hour."
"Master, farewell!" Zhu Yuquan titheed, respectfully and modestly, showing an elegant demeanor.
He turned around and strode away.
The two middle-aged people are busy keeping up.
A middle-aged man said with a smile: "Young Master, this saves trouble, we don't need to waste words, he went by himself!"
Another middle-aged man was puzzled: "Young Master, shouldn't Master Yuande and Monk Fakong be at odds with each other?"
"Hmm -?" Zhu Yuquan glanced at him.
The middle-aged man said: "We are enemies in the same industry. Young Master, think about it. Monk Fakong is also called a divine monk, and Monk Yuande is also called a divine monk. How can a divine monk be harmonious when he meets a divine monk?
Do I know that these monks are generous on the surface, but they are all self-centered in their hearts?"
"Lao Gu, you are making great progress." Zhu Yuquan nodded with satisfaction: "How can the Great Miaolian Temple accommodate other sacred monks? This Yongkong Temple was given to Monk Fakong by the emperor after King Chun strongly advocated it.
Prince Chun’s Mansion and the Great Miaolian Temple are mortal enemies, so Fakong and Yuande must be at odds with each other in face and heart!”
"Then why don't we provoke them?" The two middle-aged men suddenly came up with the idea of killing someone with a borrowed knife.
Zhu Yuquan shook his head slowly: "There is no rush, let's look at the situation. Even if we borrow the sword, Yuan De is not sharp enough, so we have to borrow the sword of the Imperial Master!"
"Exactly!" The two middle-aged men nodded excitedly.
If you can use the Imperial Master to kill people, that would be a great achievement, and you can boast about it for a lifetime in the Jiuyuan Sect.
No matter how arrogant the disciples of the Nine Yuan Sect are, they still highly respect the Imperial Master.
"Young Master is wise!" The two people praised: "Then use the national master to kill monk Fakong!"
They all knew that the young leader still wanted to kill Monk Fakong, but they just restrained their murderous intention first and slowly looked for opportunities.
Monk Fakong has magical powers, so he should not easily act with murderous intent, lest he be sensed by Monk Fakong and flee for his life in advance.
When the three of them arrived at Yongkong Temple, the gate of Yongkong Temple was wide open.
Through the open door, you can only see a screen wall with a huge "Buddha" character written on it, blocking the inside.
Zhu Yuquan glanced at the two of them.
The two middle-aged men nodded solemnly and stood outside the door, ready to escape at any moment.
Zhu Yuquan took a deep breath, lowered his head and inspected the armor, mirror, crown and other treasures on his body again.
Then he exhaled and said, "Master Fakong?"
"Young Master, please come in." Fakong's voice seemed to come from the horizon, ethereal, empty and real.
Zhu Yuquan frowned and concentrated on sensing, but found no danger, and no warning signs came from his spiritual sense.
It seems that Monk Fakong did not have the intention to kill. He was indeed afraid of his master and did not dare to kill himself.
He slowly stepped into the threshold, continued walking inside, turned around the screen wall, and saw Fa Kong standing on the steps of the Main Hall.
At this time, under the bright sunshine, Fakong's purple and gold cassock shone brightly, and matched with his solemn and solemn demeanor, it was like a heavenly being descending.
The huge Buddha statue in the Mahavira Hall looks down at the world and stands just behind him, just like his Dharmakaya.
The shining purple gold cassock, the huge golden body of Dharmakaya, and behind Fa Kong's head seemed to be a bright and flawless moon.
This scene shocked Zhu Yuquan mentally and made him lose his mind for a moment.
Fakong smiled and said: "Young Master, we have missed you so much."
He has seen through clairvoyance.
If Zhu Yuquan's divine crown had just been directly deflected away, and then a immobilization spell had been cast, he would have been able to be dealt with no matter whether it was the sword, swordsmanship or the Sky-Severing Divine Palm.
But he did not take action and let the opportunity pass.
He looked at Zhu Yuquan with a smile.
Zhu Yuquan woke up, suddenly broke into a cold sweat and his face changed drastically.
Fakong smiled and said, "Young Master, what's wrong?"
"Oh,...it's nothing," Zhu Yuquan tried his best to control his mind, calm down, and said with a forced smile: "Master, you are so majestic!"
Fakong smiled and said: "The young leader has given me a reward and a stick of incense. Let's go over there and talk."
He handed over three sticks of sandalwood.
The scene just now was indeed carefully calculated, even taking into account the angle of the sun.
It's enough to cause a mental breakdown.
The effect is excellent.
However, he had already calculated Zhu Yuquan's spiritual strength through what he had just experienced.
In the Xiaoxitian Paradise, a slight movement of the illusory words of the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra can make Zhu Yuquan fall into a trance. The Divine Crown of Heaven is restricted in the Xiaoxitian Paradise.
This is the infinite mystery of Xiaoxitian's paradise.