Fakong returned to Yongkong Temple in a flash, glanced at Monk Yuande, and then fell on the two Jinghui Sect masters.
His eyes became dark, and after a moment, he shook his head.
He really changed the fate of these two people.
Originally, they were able to get away with it and were never caught by the Daimyolian Temple, so at least their lives would be safe for a few years.
And within a few years, their cultivation level has been rising steadily, and they have grown into one of the top masters of Jinghui Sect.
Nearly eighteen masters from the Great Myoulian Temple died in their hands. Every time they killed an expert from the Great Myoulian Temple, their cultivation became stronger.
One of them killed ten, and the other killed eight. With their joint efforts, their cultivation levels improved by leaps and bounds.
The martial arts of the Jinghui Sect are indeed powerful. They can be said to be more demonic than demonic. Killing people makes you stronger, and it is easy to develop the habit of killing people.
In order to suppress simple bloodlust, one must use faith to suppress it, or use faith to guide it, or use faith to relieve it.
This is the case with the Purity Sect.
Because if you act according to the Purity and Purity Sect, it is not killing, but purification, removing the filth between heaven and earth, and doing justice for heaven.
Therefore, once they start killing people, the Purity Sect's strength will increase rapidly. The more people kill, the more their strength will increase.
In the later stage, the Great Miaolian Temple may not be able to suppress the Jinghu Sect at all.
To suppress the Jinghu Sect or even eliminate the Jinghu Sect, it must be done in the early stage. The sooner the better. If it is too late, it will be impossible to suppress it.
These two people were originally going to grow into the top masters of Jinghu Sect, but now it seems that they will be chased by Monk Yuande and killed by the masters of Da Miaolian Temple.
This is how he changed the future with just one move, and the fate of the two of them was completely different.
He turned his eyes away from them and towards Mingguang Temple.
Mingguang Temple is located on a mountain peak in Tianjing, surrounded by lush greenery and dense bamboo forests, which move with the wind like the sounds of nature.
What Fakong saw with his eyes was that there were a total of sixteen monks in Mingguang Temple, old or young, all busy in their own way.
Some are chanting sutras, some are offering incense, some are chopping firewood, and some are practicing martial arts, each performing their own duties. No matter how you look at it, it is an ordinary temple, with nothing out of the ordinary.
However, in the backyard of Mingguang Temple, the pagoda garden is a different world. It actually leads to a valley, and there are nearly three hundred people in the valley.
More than 300 people were practicing, and the scene was already huge.
Fa Kong's eyes wandered over these Jinghui Sect disciples, checking their cultivation.
The cultivation level of these Jinghui Sect disciples is not very high. Those with high cultivation level should have gone out to assassinate them.
But those whose cultivation level was not high enough did not take action.
Only when they have cultivated enough through hard work can they be qualified to go out and take action, and then their cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds.
He shook his head.
This shows that the Jinghui Sect has a solid foundation and is not just a one-time deal. There will be a steady stream of masters.
If you can't hit here, just destroying the masters of the Purity Sect outside will not destroy the Purity Sect.
If you want to destroy the Jinghu Sect, you still have to raid these old nests.
Fakong's eyes withdrew again and fell on Monk Yuande again, and saw him starting to give orders.
As his order passed on, masters from the Great Myolian Temple began to gather from all directions in the Small Myolian Temple.
Within a quarter of an hour, one hundred and twenty people had gathered in his courtyard, the lowest ones were masters of the Shenyuan realm, and the grand masters occupied thirty-six.
Monk Yuande tithes.
All the monks are united.
Monk Yuande said nothing and just stepped out of the courtyard.
The monks followed, and then went straight out of Xiaomiaolian Temple, out of Tianjing City, and rushed straight to Mingguang Temple.
When they passed through Tianjing City, they only took the alleys and not the streets. Even so, they would still run into pedestrians.
When pedestrians saw Monk Yuande standing solemnly in front of him and the monks following behind him solemnly, they felt that something important was happening. They hurriedly got out of the way and stood aside to salute.
The name of Monk Yuande in Tianjing is similar to that of Monk Fakong in Shenjing. He is almost a household name and is known to everyone.
Monk Yuande was walking in a hurry with more than a hundred monks. Something big must have happened. While they were curious, they also felt heavy.
Those who are interested will speculate on what happened.
Judging from the expressions of Monk Yuande and the eminent monks of Damiaolian Temple, it should be no small matter.
I don’t know if it will affect my life. It is rare that the Great Myoulian Temple suppresses various martial arts sects, so I can have a peaceful life. Once there is a problem in the Great Myoulian Temple, I am afraid that the peaceful life will no longer exist.
Fakong kept his eyes fixed here, watching Monk Yuande leaving Tianjing with one hundred and twenty eminent monks and arriving at Mingguang Temple.
Monk Yuande was not in a hurry to enter Mingguang Temple, but first hid in the bamboo forest outside the temple.
The eight middle-aged monks left lightly and began to explore the reality of Mingguang Temple. They quickly checked how many people there were in Mingguang Temple and their age.
Because the masters of Jinghui Sect have the ability to hide themselves, if they don't activate it, you won't be able to see them practicing martial arts at all. Therefore, you should pay attention to those who don't know martial arts or have low martial arts skills.
Of course, there are no martial arts masters in the entire Mingguang Temple. They are all people with low martial arts skills, and some don't even know how to martial arts.
The eminent monks of Damiaolian Temple were not vegetarians either, and they quickly found the Jinghui Sect disciples in Tayuan.
After returning and reporting to Monk Yuan De, Monk Yuan De looked solemn.
He told the monks to lie down first, then float away, turning into a wisp of smoke, and returning to Tianjing City in the blink of an eye.
A quarter of an hour later, he led more than two hundred masters from the Great Miaolian Temple out of Tianjing City and arrived outside Mingguang Temple to join the previous masters.
More than 300 masters of Daimyolian Temple rushed into the pagoda garden of Mingguang Temple and entered the valley.
When the more than 300 Jinghui Sect disciples in the valley saw Monk Yuande and the others, they took action without hesitation.
Suddenly there was fierce fighting everywhere in the valley.
Fa Kong sighed.
His eyes suddenly became dark and he saw the future, and then he looked away with a look of compassion on his face.
This will be a brutal battle, one that no one can bear to witness.
Monk Yuande was still too impatient.
Apparently, too many masters from Daimyoren Temple died, which made him so angry that he lost his composure.
We should slow down, boil the frog in warm water, and deal with these Jinghui Sect disciples bit by bit, instead of rushing in to kill them in a fit of anger.
You must know that the most troublesome thing for Jinghui Sect disciples is not only their secrets, but also their lack of fear of death and their tendency to die together at every turn.
Fakong pondered for a moment and decided to give a reminder to change the future.
His voice came out softly, condensing but not dissipating, and slowly fell into Monk Yuande's ears.
It seems to be slow and leisurely, but it is actually very fast.
Monk Yuande stood aside and swept the formation without taking any action himself. He was ready to provide support at any time, and his eyes scanned the field like electricity.
As soon as he heard Fakong's voice and words, his face changed slightly.
The handsome face was uncertain, but he finally gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Withdraw."
He took a deep breath, his tongue burst with spring thunder, and shouted: "Damiaolian Temple, withdraw!"
He turned around and left.
Only then did the monks realize that they were not hallucinating, and that Yuan De had indeed called out.
They turned around without hesitation and left the valley in the blink of an eye, leaving no one behind.
The disciples of Jinghui Sect looked at each other and were at a loss.
They were at a disadvantage and were about to resort to the method of mutual destruction, but the monks from the Great Myoulian Temple suddenly withdrew without warning and inexplicably.
Then they were angry again.
The monk of Damiaolian Temple actually hit the door!