He believed in Li Ying's vision and believed that Li Ying would not lie to him. Since she had searched carefully and concluded that it would be useful to Zhou Yu, she would not be wrong.
His eyes became dark again.
Li Ying met his strange gaze calmly, feeling uncomfortable all over.
No matter how many times I've experienced it, I still can't get used to it. It's still uncomfortable to be stared at by his penetrating gaze.
After watching for a moment, Fakong's eyes returned to normal.
"How?" Li Ying asked.
Fakong thought thoughtfully: "We have found the right person, we have some clues, but it's a pity that you have been able to scare the snake, and they have run away."
"Who is it?" Li Ying asked without hesitation.
Fa Kong smiled and said nothing.
Li Ying glanced at him and hummed: "Why bother? Do you have to check it again?"
If you really want to see it, why not say it directly.
Now that I have the opportunity to be lazy, I will never waste my efforts in vain. This is no longer the time when I wanted to sharpen myself.
Fakong said: "Don't alert others. What I say may not be correct. You still need to check it carefully."
Which one I saw scared me away.
But is this really the spy?
This may not be the case.
If he were the spy, he would probably create a suspicious formation to directly divert their attention and hide himself.
Therefore, clairvoyance is not omnipotent and can only be used as a supplement.
"Okay." Li Ying said, "I'll go back and get the True Solution to the Dongxuan."
Fa Kong nodded.
He disappeared in a flash without a trace.
The next moment appears in Medicine Valley.
A bright moon hangs high in the sky, its light is as clear as water, reflecting the entire snow-capped mountains into a flawless, mysterious and quiet place.
Like a giant silver dragon standing quietly across the river.
On King Kong Peak, under the moonlight, figures flashed and clothes fluttered.
The four of them, Xu Qingluo, were fighting fiercely with the eight monks of Faxuan. The sound of banging was endless and dizzying.
The four of them, Xu Qingluo, did not use swordsmanship, but only used fists and kicks to fight Fuxuan and the other eight monks fiercely. It was difficult to tell the difference.
If they were to compete in swordsmanship, Xu Qingluo and the others would have won long ago. One versus two would be a piece of cake, but in terms of boxing and kicking, they are not that strong.
With two against one, the eight monks of Fa Xuan can barely hold on, but are already on the verge of collapse and will be crushed at any time.
They tried their best to squeeze their own strength, and they were so surprised that they couldn't imagine how Xu Qingluo and the four of them practiced.
How can they have such amazing cultivation at such a young age, and have such profound martial arts skills? It obviously requires years of hard training to achieve, but they can do it easily. Is this what they are called geniuses?
Being able to enter the Vajra Temple is already a prodigy for me and others, but they are the prodigies among prodigies, which is amazing.
They suddenly felt a stream of clear nectar falling from the sky, pouring directly into their brains and entering their bodies.
In an instant, they entered a mysterious and mysterious state, similar to entering a state of deep tranquility during meditation.
Neither sad nor happy, neither impatient nor impatient.
Just like holding a pearl of wisdom, you can understand all the subtleties and mysteries in the world. Everything in the world is under your control, and the transformation of martial arts becomes a small path, just like looking at the lines on the palm of your hand, it is clear at a glance.
In an instant, their spirits are elevated, rising above the mundane world, looking down at the present moment, their own hearts and martial arts with a detached gaze.
The mind becomes light, the vision becomes clear, martial arts becomes easier, and how to deal with the next move is instantly calculated in the mind.
Their eyes shone brightly, and their fists and kicks suddenly became sharper. They instantly regained their disadvantage, but suppressed Xu Qingluo and the others to retreat step by step.
Xu Qingluo and the four of them were refreshed and their fighting spirit was aroused. Their minds turned faster and their movements became quicker.
For a moment, he froze again.
The movement skills of the four of them are extraordinary, which cannot be matched by Fuxuan and the eight others. However, Fuxuan and the others' moves are more subtle, and they use cleverness to control their speed.
Now the brains of the eight people in Faxuan are in an overclocking state. Their moves have become more sophisticated, their reactions are faster, and their movements are more concise. They use short and long attacks to make up for their own shortcomings of slow speed, creating a faster feeling.
Half an hour later, the eight monks of Faxuan were sweating profusely and could no longer hold on. Looking at Xu Qingluo and the others, they were still in high spirits, with only a slight sweat on their foreheads.
Seeing this situation, Faxuan raised his voice and said: "It can't be done! It can't be done!... Let's stop fighting."
Xu Qingluo and the other four stepped back and stopped.
Xu Qingluo praised: "Uncle Faxuan, why have you suddenly become so powerful? It's like you've become a different person."
Wearing a gray monk's robe, she looked like a nun with hair and hair, unable to conceal her astonishing beauty and radiance.
Under the strenuous exercise, her forehead was slightly stained with sweat, making her even more stunningly beautiful.
"Hehe..." Faxuan smiled proudly.
He turned his head and glanced in the direction of Yaogu, knowing that Fakong was secretly taking action.
He looked at Xu Qingluo and the four of them again and said with emotion: "You guys are so lucky."
He could feel how much he had gained in the past half hour and how much his boxing and mental skills had improved.
I'm afraid I haven't achieved such a huge harvest after a year of hard training. No wonder the four of them have such cultivation and pure temperament at such a young age.
Practicing under the Pure Heart Mantra, the response is so wonderful.
Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Did Master take action?"
Faxuan nodded and secretly praised Xu Qingluo for being smart and sharp, then shook his head and said, "Okay, Junior Brother Fakong is back, you can go back and rest."
"Then I'll help you, uncles and uncles." Xu Qingluo said goodbye to Faxuan and the others, and returned to the Medicine Valley, where she saw Fakong standing in the small pavilion with his hands behind his back.
The clear lake water is filled with sparkling waves.
A faint fragrance lingers, like a thread, looming.
The insects chirped softly, making it seem more and more quiet.
The four of them floated down to the small pavilion and greeted Fa Kong.
Fakong left Zhou Yu behind and told the story about the Green-clothed Secretary, as well as his rejection of the Green-clothed Secretary's solicitation on her behalf.
Zhou Yu listened quietly and nodded gently. She had no doubts about Fakong's decision and obeyed Fakong's arrangements in everything.
"The True Solution to Dongxuan..." Zhou Yu pondered and nodded slowly: "I heard Master talk about this miraculous technique."
She recalled in her mind the situation that Lian Xue mentioned to her.
In today's world, apart from the magical powers of Buddhism and other mind-reading skills, the techniques for reading minds are the wisdom of the heart and the true interpretation of the caves and mysteries of the Demon Sect.
However, the Demon Sect does not pay much attention to the true interpretation of Dongxuan, and feels that it is not worth spending so much thought on other people's thoughts.
The philosophy of the Demonic Sect is to be self-centered, to be self-centered and not to care about others.
Therefore, in the hands of the Demon Sect, the Dongxuan True Solution did not exert its power, and the Dongxuan True Solution requires unique talents and is difficult to practice.
The only thing they have learned is to be able to see other people's thoughts. In their opinion, seeing other people's thoughts clearly is insignificant compared to being stronger than others in martial arts.
Instead of spending time practicing this, it is better to practice magic skills hard.
Within the Demon Sect's training system, Dongxuan True Jie is just a minor skill. If you have this talent, you can master it with just one practice, so just practice it. If you don't have the talent, you won't be able to practice it forcefully.
As time passed, no one practiced it anymore. As the Demon Sect split into six realms, it seemed that the true meaning of the cave had been lost.
Fakong said: "Young Master Li's True Interpretation of Dongxuan is only a fragment and not complete, but it has enough reference value."
Zhou Yu nodded lightly: "Senior brother, I will set off now and rush there as soon as possible."
Fa Kong nodded.
Later, when Xu Qingluo and the others heard that Zhou Yu was going back, they also wanted to go back and escort her all the way to avoid danger.
Fakong followed them, and it would not be too late for Zhou Yu to come back after he finished what he had done this time. Shenjing and Jingang Temple were not far away in the first place.
Fakong had breakfast at Wangjiang Tower, and Xu Qing, Luo, Lin Feiyang and others all followed, which was really lively.
He first walked around Shenjing City, and then appeared at Yongkong Temple.
Yongkong Temple is quiet and quiet, but not far from Yongkong Temple is the noisy Longming Street, which is very lively.
A hundred meters apart, it's like two worlds.
There are sounds of chanting sutras and tapping of wooden fish inside Yongkong Temple, and you can also faintly hear the noise outside.
Amid the hustle and bustle, feel at peace.
This is the best place to train your mind and hone your body and mind all the time.
He read for a while in the Sutra Pavilion in the temple, then suddenly put down the book and came to his abbot's yard.
Monk Yuande was already standing in the courtyard, tithing.
Wearing a bright yellow monk's robe, like a jade tree standing in the wind, Monk Yuande still shines with his brilliance.
Fakong Heshi smiled and said, "Master, you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything."
Monk Yuande was solemn and bowed again.
Fakong raised his eyebrows.
Monk Yuande said: "Master, please give me a helping hand at the Great Miaolian Temple."
Fakong said: "Jinghu Sect?"
"Yes." Monk Yuande said solemnly: "Now the Jinghui Sect is blooming in all directions, with sneak attacks and plots everywhere."
"It's impossible to guard against it," Fakong said.
Monk Yuande nodded solemnly: "They are in the dark and we are in the light. It is difficult to find them and take precautions in advance. In sudden attacks, there is often death but not life."
Damiaolian Temple has sharp ears and eyes, and its eyes are spread all over Dayong. However, when faced with the sneak attacks and plots of the Jinghu Sect, it was discovered that the eyes all over the place are not that useful.
Disciples of the Jinghui Sect are all familiar with the art of concealment. They look like ordinary people at ordinary times. Once activated, they will be thunderous. If they are defeated, they will both die immediately.
Almost none of the masters from Daimyolian Temple who were attacked by them survived.
Fakong said: "No one alive?"
If there is anyone alive, we should be able to pry out some secrets. There are many secrets in the Great Myolian Temple.
Monk Yuande shook his head gently.
Fakong frowned: "You didn't get a single survivor?"
"They have a method of self-destruction." Monk Yuande said: "Even sealing the acupuncture points is useless. As soon as they wake up, they can self-destruct immediately. It is a sophisticated magic."
This kind of spiritual magic is impossible to prevent unless you directly control the opponent mentally.
Daimyolian Temple also has such secret techniques.
Like the Moonlight God Lotus Sutra, like the Epiphyllum Cloud Dew Sutra.
But the Jinghu Sect's spiritual mysticism is even better, and the Myolian Temple's spiritual magic cannot suppress the opponent.
Even though he tried his best to catch the opponent and tried to suppress it with his spiritual magic, he was severely injured instead. At the same time, he used the secret magic to kill several people.
The masters of Jinghui Sect are too dangerous, like the seducers from the underworld, they will die if they see them.
Damiaolian Temple has lost dozens of masters and is still helpless. If not, he would not ask Fa Kong for help.
He knew that Fa Kong was determined to remain detached and independent, and did not want to get involved in these things and not be contaminated by cause and effect.
Fakong nodded slowly: "Essential magic..."
"I sincerely ask for help, Master." Monk Yuande Heshi bowed.
Fa Kong sighed.
Monk Yuande looked at him eagerly.
Fakong said: "What will happen if I help the master and the Great Miaolian Temple?"
"...Jinghu Sect will definitely take revenge." Monk Yuande sighed.
This is also the reason why he has never spoken.
Fakong himself may not be afraid, but he was born in the Vajra Temple and the Daxue Mountain. The masters of Jinghui Sect can do nothing to him, and they will definitely take revenge on the Daxue Mountain and the Vajra Temple.