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- The gray-haired old man's eyes were indifferent, and his figure swayed and undulated, as if he was riding on the waves, avoiding their mad attack lightly.
He has the power to fight back, but he didn't fight back. He just dodged, just to consume their strength, and the secret technique of overdrawing potential cannot last.
The more the delay, the less powerful the secret technique that they finally cast to perish together will be.
"Master Uncle" Wang Qingshan, who was lying on the ground, woke up faintly, and murmured: "Lookfind Fakonghehe can savesave me."
"Bang bang!" The gray-haired old man sped up instantly, forming seals with both hands, and lightly pressed on the chests of the two opponents.
"Bobo!" The sound of pebbles being thrown into the deep well came from inside the two of them, as if something had exploded.
The two of them froze, their fiery red eyes suddenly dimmed, as if the two flames were extinguished by water at once, and they fell limply on the ground as if their bones had been pulled out.
He stepped in front of Wang Qingshan: "Qingshan, can Monk Fakong save you?"
"Yeshe can save meUncle Master" Wang Qingshan tried 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 his best to stay awake.
At this time, in the Guanyun Tower, Fakong withdrew his gaze from the window, his eyes were as deep as an ancient pool, and said to Lin Feiyang: "Let's go, go to the disaster camp."
"Okay." Lin Feiyang readily agreed.
The two got up.
Fakong Heshi bowed to the crowd, and the purple-gold cassock shone slightly, turning into a purple-gold light belt passing through the crowd and out of the Guanyun Tower.
"It turns out that Master Fakong is still a master of martial arts!"
"Nonsense, I don't want to think about the origin of Master Xiangkong, Daxueshan sect!"
"That's right, I almost forgot."
"However, Master Fakong has never used martial arts before, and today is abnormal!"
"There must be something urgent."
"I don't know what kind of cultivation Master Fakong is?"
"For a monk like Master Fakong, his cultivation level cannot be lowered, at least Tianyuan, right?"
"Well, in my opinion, it is indeed Tianyuan."
"Being a master of Tianyuan at a young age is already amazing."
Tianyuan realm masters are considered masters outside, but they are not first-class masters, but considering that Master Fangkong is young and still needs to practice Buddhism, of course he can't focus on practicing martial arts.
Human energy is limited after all.
Therefore, it is not bad to be a master of Tianyuan Realm.
Fakong's reputation is now flourishing, and the name of the monk is endless, so people's attitude is naturally tolerant.
It's fine if the Dharma is strong, and it doesn't matter if the martial arts are not so strong.
Most of Fakong's cultivation is contained in the Buddha statue of the pharmacist, only showing the cultivation of the Tianyuan realm, and never revealing the Shenyuan realm.
This is also to keep the trump card¡ª¡ª
"Monk, why did we rush to the camp of the victims? Could something have happened?" The two flitted past the city.
Fakong shook his head: "They are going back to their hometown, and they still have to take a look."
The power of their faith is huge, and of course they have to reap a wave.
And they will be scattered, it will be difficult to gather together like this, and it will be difficult to harvest the power of faith.
This is really a great loss for him.
Unfortunately, it is impossible for him to produce more than 20,000 strings of Buddhist beads, and it is also impossible for him to produce more than 20,000 strings of Buddha statues.
It seems that we still need to bless some things in the outer courtyard so as to harvest the power of faith. Unfortunately, these pilgrims really have very little power of faith¡ª¡ª
The gray-haired old man hugged Wang Qingshan like a ray of light, passing through alleys, and finally appeared in the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple.
The outer courtyard of King Kong Temple in the twilight has been closed.
The outer courtyard of King Kong Temple has been open for a short time, and it is now famous in the entire city of Shenjing.
The door is opened after breakfast in the morning, and closed before dinner in the evening. Those who have a living can't come to offer incense at all, and they can't even come if they want to.
This has caused a lot of complaints, but the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple has no intention of changing it, it remains the same.
Some pilgrims do not come because of this, but more pilgrims want to come.
As soon as the gray-haired old man appeared, the sulking monk Huiling who was lying on the bell ringing tree suddenly sat up, and suddenly understood why Fakong didn't invite him to dinner with him, and insisted on staying behind.
He turned his head and stared over.
 ? Bad for France? "
"I came here because I was curious, and I'm afraid you will do something bad to the abbot?" Monk Huiling snorted, "As long as you are not confused, you should know what not to do. Let's go."
He got out of the window and disappeared in a flash.
?Master Murong followed closely, and gliding like a goshawk, fluttering across the roofs, and arrived at the East City Gate.
The East City Gate has been sealed and cannot be entered or exited for the time being.
He carried Wang Qingshan directly across the city gate, and before the city guards could shoot their crossbows, he disappeared without a trace, causing the city guards to scold them endlessly.
But the gate of the city is easy to break into, but the barracks cannot.
When he came to the front of the camp, he raised his voice and shouted: "Master Murong of Chenghai Road has seen His Royal Highness Xin Wang."
Prince Xin was looking through the dossier handed over by Yue Minghui in the big tent, which recorded the information of those people captured by Shenwu Mansion.
Yue Minghui looked at him cautiously, King Xin's face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes gleamed coldly.
Hearing this voice, Chu Xiang got up slowly and snorted: "Aren't these monks crazy?"
"Crazy indeed." Yue Minghui nodded hurriedly.
Chu Xiang Xu Bu came to the camp, saw Master Murong, and said in a deep voice, "What is Mr. Murong doing?"
Although he didn't recognize Master Murong, he sensed that Master Murong was a great master.
"I don't know if the law exists?" Master Murong said in a deep voice.
Chu Xiang said: "Mr. Murong, what is the matter with Master Fakong?"
"Save people." Master Murong said: "My lord, human life is at stake, there can be no delay, I don't know where the Dharma is?"
Chu Xiang said: "Master Fakong has left."
He glanced at Wang Qingshan, frowned and said, "This is?"
Master Murong said solemnly: "Wang Qingshan, a disciple of Chenghai Dao, is now a member of the Green Clothes Foreign Secretary of the imperial court."
"Wang Qingshan?" Chu Xiang was taken aback: "The Wang Qingshan who blocks the sky and the sun?"
He stepped forward and looked at Wang Qingshan.
Master Murong tensed up all over, subconsciously guarding against his attack, and said in a deep voice, "Wang Ye knows about Qingshan?"
"How could he be like this?!" Chu Xiang frowned and said, "He can't make a mistake! Master Fakong has indeed left, not long ago, what a coincidence!"
He shook his head.
?Wang Qingshan is very important. It is about going to Dayong to clean up Huangquan Valley and even King Chun. No accidents can happen, otherwise where can we find such talents?
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