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Chapter 901

As soon as their figures disappeared, Monk Yuande looked at Fakong.

Fakong smiled and said: "Originally, there was hope for those two to practice, but unfortunately they were destroyed by Sect Leader Mo, and the opportunity was cut off."

Monk Yuande breathed a sigh of relief.

Most of the reason why Daimyolian Temple came to help was because of this, to personally prevent the master of Divine Sword Peak from practicing the sword technique.

Otherwise, life will be ruined.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Master..."

"Sect Master Mo, there is no need to say thank you." Monk Yuande Heshi said: "I'm afraid they won't give up. We will continue to keep them here."

"That's great. We really hope that the masters will stay." Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile: "With the eminent monks of the Great Miaolian Temple here, the disciples can sleep soundly and eat soundly."

Monk Yuande smiled.

I'm afraid that they care about their reputation and don't want to wait for others to stay. It's better to help instead of being left behind.

Everyone dispersed.

There were only three people left in the small courtyard: Fakong, Ning Zhenzhen and Monk Yuande.

Monk Yuande said: "Master, I guess they will put all their efforts next time and will never give up."

Fakong nodded.

Ning Zhenzhen frowned and said: "Then we have to fight, but Master Yuande, the eminent monk of Damiaolian Temple actually..."

"The matter has come to an end. Sect Leader Mo doesn't need to say these things anymore." Monk Yuande shook his head: "The Jade Butterfly Sect cannot retreat, and the same goes for our temple."

"Daimiaolian Temple can be freed."

"You can't retreat." Monk Yuande shook his head: "If you retreat at this time, your confidence will be shaken, and your entire state of mind will be shaken."

The state of mind was shaken and confidence was low, which had a great impact on the practice of the disciples in the entire temple.

This may be the beginning of the decline of the entire temple.

When we encounter each other on a narrow road, never flinching, moving forward bravely and winning, we can strengthen our confidence. Even if we lose many eminent monks, the Great Myoulian Temple will still benefit.

Fakong said: "This is how the heart of cultivation is, progressing without retreating. This is the case with Shenjian Peak, and the same is true with the Great Miaolian Temple."

The Jade Butterfly Sect's mentality is not of the type of bravery and diligence, but of change, dodge between reality and reality, and consistency of advance and retreat.

The advantage of this mental method is that even if you fail, your state of mind will not be damaged. The disadvantage is that it will be difficult to become a great master if you fail.

The advantage of the mental method of Daimyolian Temple is that it is easy to break through, but after a defeat, if your confidence is damaged, your cultivation will decline.

"Master, how do you think this can be resolved?" Monk Yuande looked at Fakong.

He was very envious of Fakong at this moment.

No matter what time, I seem to be able to remain detached and look down at the chaos of the world without being contaminated by cause and effect.

Fakong smiled and said: "The way to resolve it is actually easy, just take the initiative."

"...I'm afraid it will be difficult." Monk Yuande smiled bitterly.

Taking the initiative to attack Shenjian Peak is not in line with the style of conduct of the Great Myolian Temple. The original self-defense turned into aggression, and fell into a moral disadvantage.

Fakong said: "Master, I'm not asking you to take the initiative to attack, but to take the initiative to resolve it. You can't just let them take the initiative. You must constantly reduce their momentum and let them vent their anger, instead of letting them continue to accumulate momentum."

Monk Yuande was thoughtful.

Ning Zhenzhen frowned and said: "They are in extreme mode now, any action will make them more angry, right?"

Fakong said: "The Great Myoulian Temple sent eminent monks to take the initiative to make peace. After all, they didn't kill their people this time, they only lost their cultivation. If they don't kill people, the Great Myoulian Temple will have room for change, right?"

Monk Yuande nodded slowly.

Fakong smiled and said: "Da Miaolian Temple is very good at these things."

Monk Yuande smiled.

Daimyolian Temple is really good at persuading people, and it has been playing this role over the years.

Many of the eminent monks in the monastery are good at persuading, dispelling hostility, resolving conflicts, and quelling grievances.

In the evening, the sun sets.

The lanterns in Shenjing City are starting to light up.

Every house lit up lights.

There are more and more people in the city, and people who have returned from work are taking their families out to eat or play.

The outer courtyard of Vajra Temple is as bright as day.

Fa Kong, Xu Qingluo and the others sat together at the big round sandalwood table to eat.

Xu Qingluo poured a glass of wine for Fakong and said crisply: "Master, a distinguished monk has come to our divine capital city."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Lin Feiyang said: "Qingluo, what kind of eminent monk are you?"

Everyone else looked over.

Zhou Yang asked hurriedly: "Where did this eminent monk come from?"

"The eminent monk from Fumo Temple."

"Fu Mo Temple..."

None of them have heard of this name.

There are so many temples in the world, such as Pudu Temple, Huangye Temple, Mingyuan Temple, Jingan Temple... If it is not particularly famous, it will be difficult for people to remember it.

Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong with a smile.

Fakong said: "Tiannan Fumo Temple is considered a hermit sect. Is there an eminent monk in this generation?"

If he didn't have so many memory pearls, he really wouldn't know that this Fumo Temple and its disciples haven't been born for thousands of years.

"As expected of Master." Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "I actually know about Fumo Temple."

"Qingluo, don't be so pretentious!" Lin Feiyang urged: "Tell me where this Fumo Temple came from. Is this eminent monk very powerful?"

"The Fumo Temple is a small temple, but it is quite famous. However, they are a hermit sect and do not live in the world easily."

Lin Feiyang disagreed: "It's famous? I've never heard of it."

"It was famous more than a thousand years ago." Xu Qingluo said: "Most people have never heard of it now. Only some old people know about it."

“Where does fame come from?”

"The Ming Dynasty's demon-subduing skills of the Fumo Temple are unparalleled in the world." Xu Qingluo said: "The power is extremely amazing and rare in the world."

Gu Miao

"The King of Ming Dynasty's Demon Subduing Technique..." Lin Feiyang thought for a while and looked at the others.

They all shook their heads.

Xu Qingluo said: "The King of Ming Dynasty had a close fight with the Demon Lord in the Demon Subduing Art. The eminent monk was finally defeated by the Demon Lord and returned to the temple, never to be born again. More than a thousand years have passed."

"So powerful?" Lin Feiyang asked curiously: "Why has it never been born again? There can't be only one disciple in Fumo Temple, right?"

Xu Qingluo shook her head and said: "I don't know, now finally a senior monk from Fumo Temple has been born."

"what is his name?"

"Let me explain it in detail." Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "This eminent monk's name is Ci'en. He is forty-six years old and has the same build as Uncle Faning. He is currently living in Miaojue Temple."

"What does he want to do here?" Lin Feiyang snorted: "Since it is a hermit temple, does it want to become famous?"

"I came here for Master." Xu Qingluo said.

Fa Kong smiled.

Lin Feiyang sneered: "Are you going to defeat the abbot and become famous all over the world?"

"I don't know if he wants to become famous all over the world? Or he simply wants to learn about Buddhism." Xu Qingluo shook her head: "I didn't find out clearly."

Fakong said: "Ci'en..."

His gaze suddenly became profound and he headed towards Miaojue Temple.

Miaojue Temple is a temple outside Shenjing City, located on Miaojue Peak ten miles outside Shenjing City.

Miaojue Peak is one thousand meters above sea level. It is already a majestic giant peak. The monks of Miaojue Temple have always kept a low profile and rarely come to Shenjing City.

Miaojue Temple is located on the top of the mountain, more than a thousand meters above sea level. Most people don't want to spend so much effort climbing up to offer incense.

Therefore, the popularity of Miaojue Temple is not strong, and the disciples in the temple mainly practice Qing Dynasty. Occasionally, they go to Shenjing to see the prosperity of the world and experience the state of mind.

His eyes passed through the mountains and fell on Miaojue Peak, stopping at a vicissitudes of ancient temple on the top of the peak.

His eyes searched the entire temple, looking at the 139 people in the temple, and finally stopped in a monastery.

This is a quiet room of about thirty square meters, with a simple layout, only a couch, a bench, a desk and a bookshelf.

On the right side of the table are tea cups and teapots, and on the left side are pens, inks, paper and inkstones.

Apart from that, there is nothing else in the house.

Dusk makes the house dim and dim.

In the darkness, a tall and burly middle-aged monk sat cross-legged.

His presence made the bed seem small.

This middle-aged monk is tall and muscular, with a thick chest and back, thick hands and feet, a square, upright and big face, and his facial features are all larger than those of ordinary people.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes in excitement.

There was a sudden light inside the monastery, like two bolts of lightning shooting into the room.

His eyes were like lightning, and he glanced around, but found nothing. Finally, he closed his eyes again, and the room became quiet.

Fa Kong nodded lightly.

"Master, have you seen him?" Xu Qingluo asked with a smile.

Fakong converged his gaze, his eyes returned to normal, and he nodded: "The momentum is indeed extraordinary, not an ordinary thing."

Xu Qingluo said: "Master, is he here for you?"

Fakong shook his head.

Xu Qingluo said curiously: "There have been no disciples born in Fumo Temple for more than a thousand years, and suddenly they came out. Isn't it to make the world famous and let the world remember Fumo Temple again?"

"That may not be the case." Fakong shook his head: "Don't judge other people's hearts by your own."

Xu Qingluo's bright eyes flashed, she looked at Zhou Yu, and said with a smile: "Uncle Master, let's go to Miaojue Temple tomorrow."

Zhou Yu pursed his lips and smiled: "Want to find out what this master is like?"

Xu Qingluo said: "We need to find out why he came."

Lin Feiyang's eyes suddenly lit up and he was ready to join in the fun. Zhu Ni smiled and shook his head, feeling that Xu Qingluo was too sensitive.

Because the person who came was a monk, I thought he was here for Master Fakong. This was unnecessary. It was possible that he just wanted to exchange Buddhist teachings.

Fakong said: "He will come to the temple tomorrow."

"That's just right." Xu Qingluo smiled.

Fakong looked at Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu's beautiful face suddenly became solemn: "Senior brother?"

Fakong said: "Don't use Wisdom and Clear Mind on him."

"...Okay." Zhou Yu nodded slowly.

She understood what Fa Kong meant.

This master of Ci'en is obviously a mentally powerful person, and if you use your wisdom and clear mind on him, there will be backlash.

Xu Qingluo's bright eyes shone like stars: "Master, is this Master Ci'en a very powerful person?"

"It's amazing." Fakong said.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "How strong is he? Can he defeat the master?"

"Qingluo, you are just talking nonsense." Lin Feiyang smiled and said, "How can he be better than the abbot."

Xu Qingluo chuckled and said, "Master often says that a mountain is higher than a mountain. This Master Ci'en may not be weaker than Master."

Fakong said: "He is still a little behind me."

Xu Qingluo looked disappointed.

Lin Feiyang smiled and said: "Xiao Qingluo, do you want someone to be better than the abbot? Which side is he on? Is he a disciple of the abbot?!"

Xu Qingluo chuckled and said, "I just think that without opponents in this world, it would be very boring, isn't it, Master?"

Fakong said: "It's good to have no opponents."

He doesn't find it boring to have no opponent, but rather enjoys it, being able to fully enjoy the beauty of the world and the beauty of life.

What he wants most is not a thrilling life, but a stable life, enjoying fine wine and food, admiring beauties and beautiful scenery, enjoying the sun and moonlight, which is wonderful enough.

"...Master, since he is not here for you, why does he come to us tomorrow?"

Fakong said: "I guess we need to discuss Buddhism."

"I don't believe he is not competitive," Xu Qingluo said.

She always felt that this compassionate monk came here with bad intentions and that he came here for Fakong.


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