Longevity

When Fakong was walking, he was still thinking about Chu Yu and Zhao Huaishan.

Zhao Huaishan looks like a soldier.

Huiwen met friends in the army when she was in the world, so she knew the temperament of people in the army very well.

Their unique temperament, standing in the crowd is like a torch in the night, you can see the difference at a glance.

The three major armies in the world are all masters like clouds, far superior to the various martial arts schools, which is also the foundation of the stability of the Daqian Dynasty.

Zhao Huaishan reached the fourth rank at a young age, and has a bright future. He even became a mere guard.

Chu Yu has a distinguished status, and I am afraid that he is not an ordinary son of the powerful.

It's just that this Chu Yu's body is indeed weak, congenital insufficiency, hard to change, and still ill.

This is the case in the world. Nine times out of ten, it is impossible for one person to take all the benefits.

Just like himself, even though his lifespan is infinite, his physical aptitude is poor, and he can't act happily, so he can only be cautious and cautious.

He thought about it as he walked, and finally stopped in front of the cave, standing directly in front of the cave and urging the Qingxin Mantra.

Stop after ten times of the heart-clearing mantra.

He gave a slight smile.

The Heart Purification Mantra has finally reached the third level, from the first level of eliminating distracting thoughts, to the second level of eliminating anger, and now it has finally reached the third level—eliminating desire.

A pure heart mantra goes on, all desires are eliminated, it is so spiritual!

"Fa Kong, come in." Cheng Xu's hoarse voice sounded.

Fakong entered the cave.

Thirty meters from the dark passage, turn to the right, and the eyes suddenly light up.

It was an empty stone room.

There was a soft light in the stone room, and it turned out that eight palace lanterns were embedded on the top of the stone room.

There are nine black stone figures standing in the room, as tall and short as people.

They were black and dull, like black carbon, and at first glance they looked like the material of the Heavenly Sword.

He suppressed his curiosity and bowed to Cheng Xu, who was sitting cross-legged in the gap between the black stone people.

"Your pure heart mantra really works."

"Master still can't hold back his killing intent?"

"I thought I could hold it down, but I underestimated it and couldn't hold it down, thanks to you."

Fakong stared at these black stones and found palm prints, which were slightly recessed half a foot deep.

He instantly observed and analyzed that these palm prints were superimposed several times, like hitting a nail with a hammer, and one palm should only be slightly immersed in one inch.

"These are Mojing stones, which I use to vent my killing intent. There is no mystery."

"Mo Jingshi..." Fa Kong searched in his mind.

Neither Huiwen nor Mo Qingyun knew about this Mo Jingshi.

"It's a special ore from our Daleiyin Temple." Cheng Xu guessed his curiosity and patted a stone man: "It's useless except for being strong."

"That's enough." Fakong reached out and stroked.

He stretched out his hand softly, not like the hardness of stone and iron he thought.

Tap lightly.

"puff!"

A dull sound like hitting leather.

He sensed that his power was absorbed and dispersed by the stone man, like a bulletproof vest he had seen in a previous life.

He secretly shook his head regretfully.

It is different from the material of Tianzhu Divine Sword.

"I really didn't see it, you are very energetic." Cheng Xu laughed and said, "Everyone has gone wrong."

He didn't know how many times he had beaten the Mojing Stone Man, and as soon as he heard the sound, he knew that the strength was at least two hundred kilograms.

It's supernatural power to hit 200 jins easily, it shouldn't be born, it's a result of practice.

He always thought that Fa Kong was weak, with a shallow cultivation base and a thin body, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Fa Kong smiled and said, "I have practiced Xiao Luohan Boxing and Tai Yin Xiao Lian Xing.

"If you don't take precautions, you can kill people." Cheng Xu said.

One power down ten sessions.

If the strength is tyrannical enough, no matter what infuriating Qi Divine Essence it is, it will smash people into flesh with one punch.

After Fakong stroked the stone man, he smiled and looked at Chengxu.

"Fa Kong, what's the matter with you?"

"There is a difficulty."

"Tell me, I will help if I can."

"I want to practice the Leiyin Washing Marrow Sutra."

"...but is there anything else?"

"If Leiyin can't wash the marrow scriptures, then let's go to the Sutra Collection Pavilion. I want to go in and read the collection of books to increase my knowledge, even if I only read the first floor."

"...Anything else?"

Cheng Xu scratched his head.

Fa Kong smiled and said, "If it doesn't work, it's fine. I understand that the Book Collection Pavilion is not open to the public."

Cheng Xu lay down and frowned.

Fakon looked around curiously.

This stone room is clean and tidy. Obviously, Cheng Xu looks rough, but he is actually a fine person.

"Hey..." Cheng Xu said, "That's it, I'll think of a way, but don't hold out your hopes too much."

"There is Uncle Lao."

"Leiyin Washing Sutra is not to mention. It is impossible to spread it. There is still a glimmer of hope in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, because the temple regulations do not say that outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"This is where there are loopholes to be exploited. Let me figure out a way."

"Thank you, uncle."

—

Fa Kong returned to his own abode and was about to push the door in, when he found the door of an adjacent courtyard house opened.

Fakong's shrine is located in front of a stone wall, with a wide square to the south and a cliff at the end of the square.

The stone walls blocked the harshest north wind, and there were a total of six shrines, more than fifty meters apart from each other.

Under normal circumstances, these shrines would not be full of people, and they would be more than 100 meters or even 150 meters apart if they were separated from each other. It was difficult to hear each other and not interfere with each other.

Fakong discovered that there were people living in the adjacent Jingshe.

"Monk Fakong, it's a pleasure meeting." But it was Chu Yu.

He was dressed in sable fur, which made his face even paler. He smiled and looked at Fa Kong, and he said, "Is this the fate?"

Fa Kong smiled and said, "Young Master Chu."

Chu Yu coughed lightly: "I haven't asked the monk which monastery yet."

"King Kong Temple."

"King Kong Temple..." Chu Yu was thoughtful.

Fakong smiled.

Chu Yu obviously didn't know about the King Kong Temple, and thought that the King Kong Temple should be quite famous in the world.

"Really from King Kong Temple?" Zhao Huaishan came out from behind Chu Yu and looked up and down at Fa Kong.

Fakon knew what he was thinking when he saw the suspicious look in his eyes.

The Vajra Temple Prajnayana has cut off its inheritance, and there are only pure warrior monks, no literate monks.

And he just didn't have a cultivation base.

"Is Master Huiwen still alive?"

A thin and thin middle-aged man also appeared behind Chu Yu, his blue shirt was flowing and his expression was indifferent.

"Mr. Lu recognizes the monks at King Kong Temple?" Zhao Huaishan asked curiously.

"Had a side acquaintance."

Fakong Heshi: "Master Huiwen passed away ten days ago and returned to the Western Paradise."

In Huiwen's mind, there was no memory of this middle-aged Qingshan.

"I don't know what Mr.

"Lu Xuanming."

"...It turned out to be Mr. Lu, it's a pleasure to meet." Fa Kong searched the memory of old monk Huiwen, but it was not a friendly memory.

This Lu Xuanming is a master of Mozong's fishing moon!

Diaoyue Road and King Kong Temple are big enemies.

Dharma is hollow like still water, don't let yourself make waves,

Huiwen and Lu Xuanming had played against each other. At that time, both of them were masters of the fourth rank, and it was indistinguishable.

Now Huiwen has passed away, and Lu Xuanming is already a master of the third rank, and he is still alive and well.

But think about it is not surprising.

The magic work was completed quickly. When Huiwen and Lu Xuanming fought, Huiwen was already sixty, but Lu Xuanming was only twenty. Now Huiwen is one hundred and twenty, and Lu Xuanming is already eighty years old.

Diaoyue Dao's martial arts have the effect of staying on the face, it is difficult to see the real age, eighty years old is like thirty or forty.

"Young Master Chu, the poor monk bids farewell." Fa Kong smiled.

The masters of Diaoyue Dao dared to come to Daleiyin Temple. Could it be that Daleiyin Temple didn't notice?

How could the master of the Divine Essence Mirror didn't notice it, why didn't he just start expelling it?

It must be because of this Chu Yu.

Chu, but the surname of the country, so it seems that this son of Chu is probably a royal nobleman.

—

At lunchtime, Cheng Xu strode into Meteor and told him good news with a laugh.

As long as one thing is done, he can enter the first floor of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and watch it for as long as he wants.

Fakong asked what was going on.

"See if you can cure a lunatic."

"madman?"

Cheng Xu elaborated on the origin of this lunatic.

It is Jingli, a generation higher than Chengxu, who practiced the Asura magic five years ago.

It's a pity that the realm of the Great Sun Tathagata's immutability is a little bit worse, and he was attacked by Asura's magic power too much, and he has lost his mind.

He is currently imprisoned in Xinxin Peak.

Xixin Peak is located five miles southwest of Daleiyin Temple, and Cheng Xu took him there in the blink of an eye.

Xixin Peak has beautiful scenery, even if there is no snow on the top of the peak, it is a small mountain full of lush greenery.

When Fakong came to the top of the mountain, he saw a total of ten black stone pillars inserted in the pine forest on the top of the peak, which were Mojing stone pillars.

Each pillar is thirty meters high.

There was a middle-aged monk sitting on each of the pillars. UU reading www.uukanshu.com sat with his eyebrows lowered, as if he didn't see Fa Kong Chengxu coming.

Ten pillars form a circle, and strange nets are intertwined between the pillars to form a cage.

A handsome middle-aged monk sat cross-legged in the cage.

Clean and tidy yellow robes, shiny bald heads, neatly trimmed men and eyebrows, and solemn appearance.

Fakong looked at the middle-aged monk and then at Chengxu.

Cheng Xu said: "People can't look at their appearance. Uncle Jingli doesn't look dangerous at all. In fact, he has completely fallen into Asura's way, completely out of control, and has turned into a monster, only a monster that knows how to kill."

"I'm afraid..." Fa Kong was embarrassed.

"Try it!"

"Ugh..." Suddenly a long whistle came from the middle-aged monk.

He opened his eyes sharply.

All the bloodshots in the eyeballs swelled up, the blood red covered the pupils, and the inside of the eye sockets were all blood red.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The middle-aged monk was like a ghost, and he couldn't see his figure clearly, only a shadow flickered, hitting the fence heavily.

Fakong is worried about whether the fence will be broken and whether it will go wrong.

The warning signs in his heart were strong enough to prove that the threat of this monk Jingli was not inferior to that of Mr. Lu.

"If I smell..."

The ten middle-aged monks sitting on the stone pillars recited the Great Sun Tathagata Sutra in unison.

It seems that all between heaven and earth is the sound of the chanting of the Great Sun Tathagata, which is mighty and majestic.

Fa Kong speculated that they used thaumaturgy, otherwise they would not be able to make such sounds and such effects.

The middle-aged monk Junyi was still hitting the cage, and the dull voice made one's heart skip a beat.

Fakong restrained his mind, reciting and holding the mantra of clearing the heart.