Monk Yuande said: "How should we arrange the disciples of Wentian Sect? Do we have to stay on the mountain all the time?"
He also has a bit of a headache with the disciples of Wentian Sect.
They are simply too strong.
The masters of Ye Mingsi are stubborn, but in the face of life and death, in front of the Grand Master, they devote themselves to Xingnan Peak without hesitation.
But the disciples of Wentian Sect didn't care about life or death, or whether they were great masters, they only thought about the Divine Lord.
It seems that the meaning of their lives is God, and dying for God is a matter of supreme glory, so they are not afraid of death and have nothing else to seek.
No matter how profound his Buddhist teachings were, it had no effect on them. He opened the forum and gave lectures three times, but he still could not shake the mentality of the disciples of Wentian Sect.
They seemed to be integrated with the Lord of God, invulnerable to water, fire and sword, and unable to change their minds and loyalty to the Lord of God.
So these people staying in the mountains are indeed a disaster, a real disaster.
Fakong said: "Let's stay for now, I have to wait and see."
"What are you waiting for?" Monk Yuande was puzzled.
Fa Kong raised his head and looked at the sky.
Monk Yuande suddenly asked: "Then the Lord of God is not dead yet?"
Fakong shook his head: "The power above the void is not so easy to die."
The power of the God Lord is projected into this world, not the original body. Therefore, even if the power in this world is destroyed, the original body is still there.
The loss was huge. As a god, how could he not be angry and not think about revenge?
He judged that he could not harm the main body, so he knew that he would be defeated by the projection, but he would still find ways to retaliate.
"Will you come again?" Monk Yuande frowned.
The power above the void is indeed difficult to control, and the demon is almost immortal.
Fakong nodded: "It will never give up and will definitely find it."
Monk Yuande said: "But the statue of the god has been destroyed. There is no way for it to come again, right?"
Fakong shook his head: "It's not entirely dependent on the idol. The key is that the power of our Xingnan Peak has blocked its arrival."
If the Wentian Sect disciples had not stayed at Xingnan Peak, they would have been able to attract the power of the God Lord to come even without the statue.
Monk Yuande thought thoughtfully: "So you keep them on the mountain just to isolate the power of the Lord of God from descending?... Could it be that if you delay for a long time, they will lose the power of descending?"
Fakong smiled and said: "That depends on how firm they are to the Lord of God. If they are firm enough, they will not be affected."
"Firm enough..." Monk Yuande shook his head and said, "If you stay on the mountain all the time, you will still be affected unknowingly."
People are very forgetful and fickle.
This is a nature that cannot be overcome.
If the Lord of God cannot manifest from time to time and cannot come all the time, they will feel abandoned and become suspicious.
Once you have doubts, you will no longer be firm.
If it is no longer firm, it will become weaker as time goes by, and eventually slowly dissipate, completely losing faith in the Lord of God.
"If you suppress it," Fakong said, "the Lord of God will be very anxious and will rush to come."
Monk Yuande smiled: "This is certain."
Cultivating so many believers is not an easy thing, it takes time. Accumulation bit by bit will eventually build a firm belief, which will slowly expand.
If these people from the Wentian Sect were lost, it would probably not be possible for the Lord to cultivate so many believers in a hundred years.
No matter how wise the Divine Master is, he will inevitably be anxious. He will definitely try every means to protect the disciples of Wentian Sect, and he will definitely come by force.
Thinking of this, he thought thoughtfully: "Do you want to completely destroy the Lord of God?"
Fakong said: "Since he can come here, why can't we come there?"
"Find the way to descend from him?" Monk Yuande sighed: "Even if there is a way to descend, what's the point?"
Even if the power comes to another place, it will have no impact on this place. After all, it can only come in force but not in kind.
If Fakong's power is projected there, no matter how great the benefits are, if there is no way to bring it back here, it is meaningless.
Fakong smiled and said: "It is also beneficial to gain enough knowledge."
Sufficient knowledge means having enough knowledge of the world, and this knowledge will unknowingly improve your realm.
My current understanding of this world has reached its limit, and it is difficult to make further progress. It would be different if I could see the world where the God Lord lives.
What's more, it may not just be knowledge, it can also have followers.
Just like this divine master, there are also followers like Wentian Sect.
Not only absorb the faith of this world, but also absorb the faith of other worlds, and with faith, you can build Xiaoxitian Paradise.
He couldn't help but smile as he thought about the future.
Seeing him like this, Monk Yuande couldn't help but smile and said: "It seems that this matter is very important to you."
It was rare for him to see Fakong smile like this. His usual smile was only subtle and calm, not true joy.
Fakong smiled and said: "Exploring the unknown is always exciting."
Monk Yuande suddenly realized.
The existence of clairvoyance does kill too many dangers, but everything has its pros and cons. While it kills too many dangers, it also kills too many surprises.
Fakong said: "Master, pay attention to them, but don't force them too much."
"They can't be shaken in a short period of time."
"It doesn't matter."
"Then when will the God Lord come forcibly?"
Fakong smiled and said, "Only in these three or five days."
"Amitabha." Monk Yuande said, "I just want to see it."
He knows the power above the void and has seen it.
But there are very few opportunities to see it. After all, Buddhism is prosperous in Dayong, most of the people believe in Buddhism, and there is almost no power above the void.
Fakong smiled and said: "Don't worry, master, you will see it."
——
The four of them, Xu Qingluo, came out of seclusion almost at the same time.
They had a spar, and they both improved a level, but it was still hard to tell the difference.
Xu Qingluo's understanding is good, and their understanding is not bad either. They all gained a lot from this battle with the God Lord.
After the fight, the four of them sat in the small pavilion of Xu Qingluo's jingshe, eating snacks and chatting.
"What on earth is your master busy with?" Chu Ling couldn't help but ask: "You come and go in a hurry, are you still traveling around?"
Xu Qingluo shook her head.
"What are you doing?"
Xu Qingluo shook her head: "Master won't tell."
"Weird." Chu Ling frowned.
She always felt uncomfortable because she didn't know what Fakong was doing.
Zhou Yang said lazily: "Since Master won't tell us, naturally we shouldn't know."
"Is there anything we shouldn't know?" Chu Ling snorted.
Zhou Yang said: "Maybe it involves the emperor, and I let you know. You have to tell the emperor, and I won't let you know at all."
"...That's right." Chu Ling rolled her eyes at him.
Zhou Yang said lazily: "The emperor has nothing to worry about. With us at Xingnan Peak, we can save you worry and effort."
Chu Ling hummed: "How can we guess what our father is thinking? We may think even further."
Zhou Yudao: "How are the disciples of Tianzong?"
Xu Qingluo shook her head: "Still like that, very stubborn, staying in the monastery all the time and not coming out. Even when Master Yuande gave lectures, they were indifferent."
"You are so tough." Zhou Yang praised: "Can you continue to be so tough?"
At this moment, Xu Qingluo suddenly raised her head and looked at the sky.