Longevity

The gray-haired old man's eyes were indifferent, and his body swayed and undulated, as if he was following the waves, lightly avoiding their wild attacks.

He has the power to counterattack, but he doesn't counterattack, he just dodges, just to consume their power, the secret technique of overdrawing potential is not sustainable.

The longer they procrastinate and drain their power, the weaker the power of the secret magic they finally cast will be.

"Uncle Master..." Wang Qingshan, who was lying on the ground, woke up faintly and muttered, "Looking... looking for Fakong... He... he can save... save me."

"Bang Bang!" The gray-haired old man accelerated instantly, his hands formed a seal, and lightly pressed against the chests of the two opponents.

"Boom!" The sound of a small stone being thrown into the deep well came from the two of them, as if something exploded.

The two of them froze, their fiery red eyes suddenly dimmed, as if the two flames were extinguished by water, and they fell to the ground softly as if their bones had been taken out.

He stepped in front of Wang Qingshan: "Qingshan, can monk Fakong save you?"

"Yes... He can save me... Uncle Shi..." Wang Qingshan tried his best to reach out his hand.

The gray-haired old man bent down and hugged him: "I'll go find him, hold on!"

"..." Wang Qingshan calmed down and tried to stay awake.

At this time, in the Guanyun Building, Fa Kong withdrew his gaze from the window, his eyes were as deep as ancient ponds, and said to Lin Feiyang, "Let's go, let's go to the disaster victims' camp."

"Okay." Lin Feiyang happily agreed.

The two got up.

Fakong Heshi bowed to everyone, and the purple gold cassock shone slightly, turning into a purple-gold light belt that passed through everyone and passed through the Guanyun Tower.

"It turns out that Master Fakong is still a martial arts master!"

"Nonsense, I don't want to think about Master Kong's background, Daxueshan Sect!"

"Yes, I almost forgot."

"However, Master Fakong has never performed martial arts, and today is abnormal!"

"There must be something urgent."

"I don't know what the cultivation base of Master Fakong is?"

"Master Fakong is such a godly monk, his cultivation can never be low, at least it's Tian Yuan, right?"

"Well, in my opinion, it is indeed Tian Yuan."

"You're a Tian Yuan master at a young age, and you're already quite good at it."

Tianyuanjing masters are considered masters outside, but they are not first-class masters, but considering that Master Kong is young and has to practice Buddhism, of course, he cannot focus on martial arts.

Human energy is limited after all.

So it is not bad to be a master of Tianyuanjing.

Fakong's reputation is now flourishing, and the name of the gods and monks is always heard, so people's attitude is naturally tolerant.

It’s fine if Buddhism is strong, but if martial arts are not that strong, it’s okay.

Most of Fa Kong's cultivation bases are contained in the statue of Medicine Buddha, only revealing the cultivation base of the Heavenly Origin Realm, never revealing the Divine Origin Realm.

This is also to keep the killer.

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"Monk, why did we rush to the disaster victims' camp? Did something happen?" The two passed by in the city.

Fakong shook his head: "They are going to return to their hometown, so they still have to take a look."

The power of their beliefs is huge, and of course they have to harvest a wave.

Moreover, they will be scattered, and it will be difficult to gather together like this again, and it will be difficult to harvest the power of faith.

This is a great loss for him.

It's a pity that he couldn't make more than 20,000 strings of Buddha beads, and it was impossible to make more than 20,000 strings of Buddha statues.

It seems that there is still something to be blessed in the outer courtyard, so as to harvest the power of faith, but unfortunately these pilgrims have very few real power of faith.

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The gray-haired old man hugged Wang Qingshan like a streamer, streaked across alleys, and finally appeared in the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple.

The outer courtyard of Kongoji Temple in the twilight was closed.

The opening time of the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple is short, and now it is famous in the entire Shenjing City.

The door is opened after breakfast in the morning, and closed before dinner in the evening. Those who have a living have no way to come to the incense, and they can't even come if they want to.

This has caused a lot of complaints, but the outer courtyard of Kongoji Temple has no intention of changing it, and it remains the same.

Some pilgrims did not come because of this, but more pilgrims wanted to come.

As soon as the gray-haired old man appeared, the sulking monk Huiling sat up abruptly on the bell ringing wood, and immediately understood why Fakong didn't invite him to dinner and insisted on keeping himself.

He turned his head to stare.

After a 1st rank master knows his mind, his sexual light will condense, his body will undergo strange changes, and a powerful magnetic field will be formed, which will have a strong induction on each other.

The first-grade Grandmasters do not need to meet each other. Once they are close to a certain range, they can sense each other.

This powerful magnetic field cannot be hidden.

Covering the sky and covering the sun can hide the breath and energy of the first-grade Grandmaster, but it cannot hide the magnetic field.

"Who?!" Monk Huiling jumped up and landed outside the temple gate, staring at the gray-haired old man in front of him with small eyes.

The gray-haired old man has a handsome appearance, and he must have been a handsome man when he was young.

"Hey, it's you, old Murong!" Monk Huiling let out a sneer: "You have the courage to come to our King Kong Temple!"

"Hui Ling, where is Fakong?"

"What did you do to the abbot?" Monk Huiling squinted at Wang Qingshan, who was dying: "You want to save this kid's life?"

"Not bad!" Master Murong said in a deep voice, "If you also ask Fakong to save his life, there will be a great reward!"

"The abbot went out to eat." The monk Huiling pointed to the Suzaku Avenue: "I hope it's too late to rush over now, I guess it's almost finished, and I will go out for a walk after eating, so I don't know where to go for a stroll. "

"Thank you." Master Murong hugged Wang Qingshan with a flash, and got into the Vermillion Bird Avenue.

Suzaku Avenue is full of people, and the river is constantly flowing, but he is like a fish, agile and free, and his speed does not decrease.

Monk Huiling greeted Monk Zhiyuan first, then suddenly rushed out and chased Master Murong, hehe smiled and said, "Mr. Murong, how is this hurt?"

"Assassination." Master Murong said solemnly.

"Yo, it's all of your Demon Sect who assassinated others, and who dares to assassinate your Demon Sect? Heaven's reincarnation, which master is so bold, let's hear it."

"..." Master Murong was silent.

"Could it be from our Daxueshan sect?" Monk Huiling smiled and said, "If it's really from our Daxueshan sect, this kid can't die any longer."

"...It shouldn't be our masters!" Master Murong said slowly.

He recalled the techniques and secret techniques of the previous six people.

This kind of top martial arts and secret techniques are rarely hidden and unknown, unless they are not big ones.

"It's not Dagan, who could it be?" Monk Huiling was even more curious: "Dayong, Dayun? Did you offend them? Can't you?"

"...It's here." Master Murong said solemnly.

If it wasn't to save Wang Qingshan, he would be too lazy to talk to the monk Huiling, but now it is not appropriate to offend him.

The two dodged and reached the Guanyun Building.

Monk Huiling came to the table, the table was empty, and the food on it had been cleaned up.

"Human?" Master Murong asked in a deep voice.

Monk Huiling invited Xiao Er to ask, Xiao Er said Master Kong had left and did not know where to go.

The monk Huiling said helplessly to Master Murong: "Look, you are a step late, can you still hold on?"

"Where did you go?!" Master Murong asked hurriedly.

Xiao Er shook his head in embarrassment and didn't know.

The monk Huiling said, "The abbot likes to wander around, who knows where it will go now, can't you just search the whole city?"

Master Murong looked down at Wang Qingshan.

Even though Wang Qingshan had a spirit pill to hang his life, he was too seriously injured, and his breath was weak at the moment, so he couldn't hold it for long.

"Does anyone know where Master Fakong is going, one hundred taels of silver!" Master Murong shouted in a deep voice.

His voice was clearly heard in the ears of every diners.

"I know!" A young man in brocade stretched out his hand and said loudly, "Master Fakong seems to have gone to the disaster victims camp outside Dongcheng."

A silver note floated out of Master Murong's sleeve, fluttering in the absence of wind, and fell onto the table of the brocade-clothed youth.

The young man's eyes widened, and it really was one hundred taels of silver.

He was so overjoyed that he grabbed it like a hungry dog, hurriedly put it into his arms, and laughed proudly.

The monk Huiling gave him a deep look, he had already remembered this kid, and was ready to give him a chance to teach him a lesson.

"Let's go." Master Murong said solemnly.

"Then you can go, I won't go." The monk Huiling shook his head: "The disaster victims camp, tsk tsk, I can't see the suffering of others."

The corners of Master Murong's mouth twitched slightly, and he smiled lightly: "Hui Ling, aren't you worried that I will be bad for Fakong?"

"I came here just because I was curious. I was afraid that you would do something unfavorable to the abbot?" Monk Huiling hummed, "As long as you are not confused, you should know what you can't do, and let's go."

He got out of the window and disappeared in a flash.

Master Murong also followed and went out, like a goshawk spreading its wings and gliding, fluttering over the roofs and arriving at the east gate.

The East City Gate has been sealed, and it is temporarily impossible to enter and exit.

He held Wang Qingshan and swept across the city gate directly, and before the city guards could shoot the crossbow, he disappeared without a trace, causing the city guards to scold him.

But the city gate is easy to break into, but the military camp is not.

He came to the camp and shouted loudly, "Master Murong of Chenghai Dao has seen His Royal Highness Prince Xin."

Lord Xin was looking through the files handed over by Yue Minghui in the big tent, which recorded the information on the people captured by the Shenwu Mansion.

Yue Minghui looked at him cautiously, Wang Xin's face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes shone with cold light.

Hearing the voice coming in, Chu Xiang slowly got up and hummed, "Are these monks crazy?"

"It's really crazy." Yue Minghui nodded hurriedly.

Chu Xiang walked slowly to the front of the camp, saw Master Murong, and said solemnly, "Mr. Murong, what are you doing?"

Although he did not recognize Master Murong, he sensed that Master Murong was a great master.

"I don't know if Fa Kong is here?" Murong Master said in a deep voice.

Chu Xiang said, "What's the matter with Mr. Murong looking for Master Fakong?"

"Save people. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Master Murong said, "My lord, human life is at stake, we can't delay, I don't know where the law is empty?"

Chu Xiang said: "Master Fakong has left."

He glanced at Wang Qingshan and frowned, "This is...?"

Master Murong said solemnly, "Wang Qingshan, a disciple of Chenghai Dao, is now a member of the imperial court's green-clothed foreign division."

"Wang Qingshan?" Chu Xiang was startled: "That Wang Qingshan who covered the sky and the sun?"

He stepped forward and looked at Wang Qingshan.

Master Murong was tense all over, subconsciously guarding against him, and said solemnly, "Your Highness knows about Qingshan?"

"How could he be like this?!" Chu Xiang frowned and said, "He can't go wrong!... Master Fakong has indeed left, and it's not long since he left, it's too unfortunate!"

He shook his head.

Wang Qingshan is very important. It's about going to Dayong to clean up Huangquangu and even King Chung. There can be no accident, otherwise, where can we find such talents?