Fakong thought it was even more luxurious than Prince Xin's palace.
Prince Xin's Mansion advocates neatness and frugality, and is far less luxurious than this.
It seems that Xu Miaoru put a lot of thought into making this batch of utensils.
But when you play with it like this, it's really a completely different style.
"How's it going, monk?" Lin Feiyang called from a distance, passed over the lake and landed in the small pavilion. He proudly stretched out his arms and gestured: "Isn't it a big change?"
"It's a mess." Fakong said.
Lin Feiyang smiled and said: "Isn't this too unpleasant? Is it Faning?"
Faning was squatting by the lake washing his fat hands.
When Xu Miaoru and the others came over, he had been busy in the medicine garden and did not come over to join in the fun.
He is also a bit tender-faced, and would feel nervous and awkward when meeting strangers, and would avoid meeting outsiders if he could.
Fakong didn't force him either.
Thin skin needs to be tempered slowly, but it is not a bad problem. It will get better gradually, so there is no need to be too hasty.
"Senior brother, is this okay?" Faning was a little worried: "Master may curse you if he sees it."
"What's there to scold?" Lin Feiyang was puzzled: "We didn't buy this ourselves, it was given by others, so we can't use it?"
"As a monk, it is best to have nothing in your heart and no obstacles or stagnation."
"Nonsense." Lin Feiyang said angrily: "If there are no obstacles or stagnation, then what fun is there in living?"
"Practice is fun, and external objects will affect your concentration and delay your practice."
"False." Lin Feiyang curled his lips.
Fakong smiled and said: "Since there is nothing outside the heart, there is no hindrance or stagnation, then it doesn't matter what the external thing is, just change it."
"Master, he..."
"It doesn't matter." Fakong said with a smile: "Master really wants to scold me, I'll just take it. Besides, Master won't come over."
Every time, Fa En is sent here, but Huinan will never come, to show that he has drawn a clear line with Yuan Zhi and will never forgive Yuan Zhi.
No one else in the temple is allowed to come.
However, Fa Wu was scolded by Huinan, and others didn't dare to listen.
"That's right." Lin Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Faning: "Faning, you are just too timid. You are afraid of this and that. What's the fun in living!"
Faning shook his head disapprovingly.
People need to be reverent. It is very inappropriate to be as bold as Lin Feiyang.
Fakong said: "It's time for you to practice hard. Let's start sparring with Faning today."
"He——?" Lin Feiyang glanced at Faning with disdain and let out two hehes: "I don't want to bully him."
Fanning smiled.
"Do you really want to beat me?" Lin Feiyang snorted, "I'm afraid I'll beat you to tears!"
"Brother Lin, let's see who cries!" Faning said with a smile.
"Walk!"
"please--!"
The two jumped out of the small pavilion, tapped their toes on the lake, and jumped to the martial arts training ground in the middle of a flowerbed in the valley.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
"Ah, you are so cunning!"
"Brother Lin, do you want to admit defeat?"
"Come again!"
…
Fa Kong took a sip of tea and looked in the direction of Shenjing outside the valley.
——
At noon.
Outside Prince Xin's Mansion, eight guards were divided into two rows at the gate, holding long swords in their hands, their evil aura rising to the sky, and staring at the people coming and going.
Treat everyone as a stimulus and pounce on them at any time.
People coming and going had no choice but to speed up and pass by in a hurry.
"squeak--!"
The door of Prince Xin's Mansion slowly opened.
Eight sedan bearers, dusty with work, carried the green cloth sedan and walked straight in, stopping outside the hall.
Chu Yu stepped forward and opened the sedan curtain: "Mom, we're here."
Xu Miaoru was wearing a plain blue and white Luo shirt. With the support of Xiaoxing Xiaotao, she walked out of the green cloth sedan chair and saw Prince Chu Xiang standing at the foot of the steps outside the hall.
Chu Xiang is dressed in a brocade robe and his figure is as tall as a spear.
His handsome face was tense and solemn.
"Your Majesty." Xu Miaoru smiled brightly, as bright as a spring flower.
Chu Xiang's originally tense handsome face suddenly burst into a smile: "Madam!... I'm finally back!"
He stretched out his hand.
Xiao Xing and Xiao Tao stepped back.
Xu Miaoru handed over her jade hand to Chu Xiang and followed him up the steps lightly.
When Chu Xiang entered the hall, he turned around and nodded to the guards: "You've worked hard, go down and have a good rest and reward yourself."
He glanced at Chu Yu and his expression turned calm: "Is the road going well?"
"Father, everything is calm." Chu Yu clasped his fists.
Chu Xiang waved his hand lightly.
Chu Yu and everyone dispersed.
Xiao Tao and Xiao Xing followed into the hall.
Xu Miaoru had already sat on a low Arhat couch with Chu Xiang. Xu Miaoru was hugged tightly by Chu Xiang and nestled in his arms.
Chu Xiang couldn't wait to squeeze her into his body.
"Madam, let's go to the back garden to talk." Chu Xiang said with a smile, "Tell me about what you have experienced along the way."
"Listen to the prince." Xu Miaoru said with a smile.
The two got up and left the hall.
Xiao Xing and Xiao Tao started making tea and serving snacks, and came to the Jinghu Lake in the back garden.
The light gauze curtain of the small pavilion fluttered gently.
Xu Miaoru was lying on a low couch, holding her chin in her hand, lazily and completely relaxing.
The bumps along the way are indeed tiring.
She has no cultivation skills and works extremely hard.
Chu Xiang stared at her lotus jade face greedily and sighed: "Madam, you have lost your virginity."
Xu Miaoru smiled lazily and said: "Your Majesty, it has only been a few days, and you have lost weight so quickly."
"I've lost so much weight." Chu Xiang held her hand tenderly.
Xu Miaoru didn't even twitch, so she let him hold her hand: "My lord, you have lost weight too, are you tired?"
"I don't mind." Chu Xiang said.
"I met the master." Xu Miaoru smiled: "He accepted the gift, and my hard work was finally worth it."
Chu Xiang said: "Master didn't say anything, right?"
"..." Xu Miaoru smiled sweetly, but said nothing.
"lady?"
"Secrets must not be revealed."
"...Hasn't the secret been leaked to Madam?"
"Humph, this is Chen Guangdi!" Xu Miaoru knew as soon as he heard that it was Chen Guangdi who had reported it in advance, and said lazily: "In order not to affect the secret of heaven, I can't leak it to you, the prince."
"lady!"
"Giggle..." Xu Miaoru smiled sweetly, and said with a playful smile: "I have promised the monk that I will never tell anyone about it, and I won't let you know."
"Isn't this meant to be boring?" Chu Xiang said dissatisfied, "Then I might as well not know about this."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, you will be well in trouble."
"So, I will be in trouble?"
"This difficulty is not necessarily an assassination, nor is it necessarily a life-threatening situation."
"That means there was no assassination?"
"That's not necessarily the case."
"Husband—man—!" Chu Xiang was dissatisfied.
"Giggle..." Xu Miaoru shook her head and said with a sweet smile: "My lord, you'd better give up. Let's not worry about this. I'm tired and I need to take a nap."
Chu Xiang looked up at the sky.
sunny.
He smiled and said: "Madam, please rest, I will accompany you!"
Xu Miaoru squeezed out his big hand: "It's so busy outside, how can you rest? Go and get busy."
"No matter how busy you are, it's not as important as spending time with your wife." Chu Xiang held her beautiful hand again, holding it tightly and not letting go.
"Your Majesty——!" Xu Miaoru yelled.
Her hibiscus-like face was crimson and charming, which made Chu Xiang's eyes even more intense. He picked her up like a dazed man and jumped into the waterside pavilion in two steps.
Xiao Xing and Xiao Tao stayed in the pavilion knowingly, looked at each other, and shook their heads helplessly.
——
There is a plaque hanging on the small pavilion on the lake with the words "Yingxin Pavilion" written on it.
Fakong changed into a monk's robe.
Still gray.
He didn't like gray monk robes, but he had no choice. The monks in Vajra Temple were all gray and couldn't be changed to white or yellow.
The gray monk's robe he is wearing now has a very strange fabric.
It is soft and moist like a girl's skin, and fits the body gently, as if a girl is caressing it.
It exudes a light fragrance, like the freshness of flowers and plants.
Does not stick to dust.
This is obviously no ordinary fabric.
He was sitting in a rocking chair, rocking gently, holding a wordless Buddhist scripture in his hand, but thinking about believing in the king.
The sound of clothes flying was heard in his ears, and Fa Wu fell into the small pavilion.
He looked up at Fa Wu, looked up and down, and said with a smile: "It seems that junior brother is not doing well."
Fawu looked haggard, as if he hadn't slept for days and nights.
It must be because I haven't been able to sleep well these past few days.
"Alas..." Fa Wu sighed dejectedly, wiped his face, and sat down at the stone table: "I can't sleep."
"Having a nightmare?"
"...Yes." Fawu hesitated and nodded.
But Fakong could see that he was lying and it was not a nightmare.
He left the rocking chair, came to the stone table, and sat opposite Fa Wu.
"Guilty?"
"..."
"Junior brother, you made the right choice. The two senior brothers are already dead. It will be useless if you try your best. The most important thing is to keep yourself useful. If you do it, you will be a hero in the temple." Fa Kong said warmly.
He saw the situation with his own eyes and knew that Fa Wu's approach was the most correct. Not only was it correct, it was also perfect.
If it were another person, even with Fa Wu's level of cultivation, he would not be able to escape the vicious hands of Monk Yuande.
Fa Wu has an extremely high talent for fighting and is a born hero.
When faced with big situations or life-or-death situations, they perform beyond their normal capabilities and become stronger when faced with strong situations. Such people are born to be big shots and have the attributes of a hero.
But others didn't know the situation at that time, so it was difficult to imagine the crisis at that time, and they often couldn't help but doubt him.
Did he take advantage of Faji Faxiang to be killed and escape?
Or, did Faji Faxiang risk his life to protect him and sacrifice his life to save him?
People's hearts always tend to think about the dark side. If they don't think about the first point, they will also think about the second point, and then they will blame him secretly.
As the one with the strongest martial arts skills among the three, he should have sacrificed his life to protect Faji and Faxiang from escaping.
I'm afraid Fawu will also secretly doubt himself and blame himself secretly.
If the cultivation level were stronger and the reaction was faster, would it be possible to stop Monk Yuande and give Brother Faji Faxiang a chance to escape?
"Alas..." Fawu sighed again.
The original Dharma Enlightenment was high-spirited and high-spirited, but now the Dharma Enlightenment is demoralized and listless.
Fakong formed a seal with his hands and cast a heart-purifying spell.
His current Pure Heart Curse has reached the seventh level and can eliminate despair. Unfortunately, it is not yet at the eighth level and cannot eliminate guilt.
As soon as the Qingxin Mantra fell, Fawu perked up and said with a wry smile: "It's useless."
"Junior brother Fawu, no one doubts your character. Two senior brothers, Faji and Faxiang, have gone to the Western Paradise." Fakong said warmly: "If you can avenge them, that will be enough."
"Revenge?" Fawu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "My cultivation level is too low."
"Third grade, not low."
"That guy has reached the second level." Fawu said in a low voice, "I suspect he is about to reach the first level."
Fakong said: "It is the pinnacle of the second grade."
Gu Xinxian, the Thunder God Sword, is at the second level, and with the Thunder God Sword in hand, it is the pinnacle of the second level, majestic and majestic.
If he didn't have his own immobilizing spell, killing Ning Zhenzhen and the others would have been as easy as playing for fun.
Monk Yuande's cultivation level should be similar to Gu Xinxian's.
He was even more afraid of Monk Yuande.
The source of fear is the Daimyolian Temple.
The temple, which has been passed down for a longer period of time than the Great Leiyin Temple, has a deep foundation, and the number of extraordinary and secret skills is beyond his imagination.
"I have a method that can help you quickly improve your cultivation and kill your inner demons."
"Senior brother, tell me quickly!"
"Take this. With it, Monk Yuande won't be able to catch you." Fakong took out a jade pendant from his sleeve.
The jade pendant is yellow and clear, like amber, exuding a warm and shining light.
"This is……"
"I got this accidentally. It can isolate all breath." Fakong handed it to him: "Take it, and Monk Yuande will not be able to catch you."
Since practicing the Void Breath Sutra, I have become one with the Medicine Buddha statue, and the Medicine Buddha has become one with the void, and my breath will never leak out again.
This Nether Mystic Talisman is no longer needed and is being lent to Fa Wu to see if it can help Fa Wu develop the power of faith.