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    "Abbot, you are back." The old monk Huiling looked up at Fakong, smiled and wiped the chessboard with his right hand.

    It's a pity that the tall and straight old monk on the opposite side saw through his little trick and stretched out his hand to block it.

    The old monk Huiling turned his wrist and wiped it again, but was blocked by the old monk on the opposite side. The two fisted with their left palms and their right fists.

    "Hey, Zhiyuan old bald donkey, that's too much!"

    "It's you who are too much!"

    "Are you begging for help?" Old monk Huiling sneered and said, "Okay, then you should leave now!"

    "It's not you I'm begging for!" the old monk Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.

    Fakong didn't need to ask, he knew that the old monk with white beard and eyebrows in front of him was Zhiyuan, the first grade of Feitian Temple.

    The old monk Zhiyuan must have been a handsome man when he was young.

    He is tall and straight, sitting there like a strong pine tree.

    Straight nose bridge, Danfeng eyes, sword eyebrows into temples, high spirits.

    Compared with his uprightness and radiance, the old monk Huiling is like a ball, and his radiance is far incomparable.

    Fakongheshi said: "Master Zhiyuan's uncle."

    "Fakong, I have something to ask." The old monk Zhiyuan stroked his beard and looked at Fakong, and said calmly.

    Fakong smiled: "I don't know what Master Zhiyuan's uncle has ordered, but I will do my best."

    He could guess what old monk Zhiyuan asked for.

    "Mei Sanbian." Zhi Yuan said indifferently: "He can't live."

    Wang Qingshan cannot be killed, otherwise he will provoke the court.

    But if Mei Sanbian is still alive, what is the face of Daxueshan Sect and Feitian Temple?  Therefore, Mei Sanbian must be killed!

    But the problem now is that Mei Sanbian was hidden by Wang Qingshan's cover-up technique, and no one could sense Mei Sanbian's aura and couldn't find him!

    Even if he is first-class, there is nothing he can do.

    Not to mention other people in the temple, the tracking technique is useless, no matter how deep it is practiced, it is useless, it just cannot be sensed.

    So I can only ask Fa Kong.

    Let's see if Fakong's supernatural powers can catch up to this Mei Sanbian.

    Fakong pondered.

    "A bottle of Feitian Pill." Monk Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.

    Fakong shook his head and smiled: "Uncle Zhiyuan Master, this time, I don't want Feitian Pill."

    There is no shortage of Feitian pills, and it is useless to have more.

    "Then what do you want?" Monk Zhiyuan looked at him deeply.

    This is a good opportunity for the lion to open his mouth. Fakong will never let it go, and Feitiansi can only grit his teeth and force out this mouthful of blood.

    Fakong smiled and said, "I just want a favor from my uncle."

    "Okay." The old monk Zhiyuan hesitated, and finally nodded slowly.

    I owe a lot of favors to myself.

    A favor means that as long as Fakong asks for help, he has to agree to help, no matter what the job is.

    Fakong smiled: "Do you have Mei Sanbian's belongings?"

    "No." The old monk Zhiyuan shook his head.

    Fakong frowned: "Not a single thing?"

    "No." The old monk Zhiyuan shook his head: "They are clean and nothing is left."

    The old monk Huiling laughed and said: "The old bald donkey who spoke so implicitly, who in Shenjing doesn't know that the three of them were stripped clean and died naked."

    Zhi Yuan gave him a cold look.

    Huiling was triumphant: "What are you looking at, am I wrong?"

    "They deliberately erased the traces, leaving nothing behind." Zhi Yuan said with a gloomy face.

    Fakong pondered.

    "It's really not enough." Zhiyuan said.

    He made no secret of his disappointment.

    If Fakong's supernatural powers are not enough, then he can only force Mozong Chenghaidao, and I am afraid there will be a big battle.

    At that time, I don't know how many disciples will die.

    "Where are the bodies of the three uncles?"

    "Still in the outer courtyard."

    "I want to send the three uncles to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss. I need to cast the Great Light Mantra, so that I can see what they saw and heard when they were dying."

    "" Zhiyuan stared at Fakong.

    The old monk Huiling laughed and said: "Old bald donkey, haven't you heard the abbot's great light mantra, is it impossible?"

    The so-called knowing yourself and the enemy, Feitian Temple has been keeping a close eye on King Kong Temple,His disciples started from ascetic practice, don't fall down, don't take a bath, stand in the cold wind, stand on a cliff, some are dangerous, some are painful, all are painful practices that violate human nature.

    Compared with their practice, the disciples of the King Kong Temple are like being in a honeypot. The hardships suffered by the disciples of the King Kong Temple are nothing compared to the Feitian Temple.

    It is precisely because of penance that they sharpen their pure and firm will, so that when they plant golden lotuses in the poisonous fire behind, they can retreat completely.

    Without such painful tempering, it is absolutely impossible to succeed.

    Even with such hard work, there are still many disciples who fail.

    Slutty on the outside, pure on the inside, this is the real disciple of Feitian Temple.

    However, people in the world are often deceived by their appearance, thinking that all the disciples of Feitian Temple are blessed with boundless beauty, and they don't know their true colors.

    Fakong opened his eyes, came to Monk Haijing, put his hand on his shoulder, and immediately opened his mouth.

    Zhiyuan asked: "What's going on?"

    "Master Uncle Zhiyuan, please look at the teeth of Uncle Haijing."

    "Is one missing?"

    "It should be Mei Sanbian." Fakong said slowly.

    When Mei Sanbian came to pry Hai Jing's teeth, Hai Jing hadn't completely lost his breath, but he had already lost his strength, and he couldn't move his fingers.

    He could only watch and let Mei Sanbian pry his mouth open, and unexpectedly took off a tooth without bleeding.

    "Damn it!" Zhi Yuan's eyes shot coldly.

    This is the loot collected by Mei Sanbian, it is a humiliation to Hai Jing, and a humiliation to the entire Feitian Temple!

    He could imagine that Mei Sanbian must have put these teeth together, admiring them carefully, and savoring his masterpiece slowly.

    Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep, and he said softly for a moment: "We found him!"

    "Where is it?!" Zhi Yuan said in a deep voice.

    Fakong stretched out his palm: "Uncle Zhiyuan Master, give me one of your belongings."

    Zhi Yuan didn't say anything, and directly handed him the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

    Fakong took it over and disappeared without a trace the next moment.

    Old monk Huiling smiled and said, "Old bald donkey, are you convinced?"

    Zhi Yuan gave him a cold look, thinking that he couldn't see the heat, what time was it, and he still mentioned this!

    "Stupid!" Old monk Huiling curled his lips: "Sensing your Buddhist beads, finding this kid is finding Mei Sanbian!"

    "Let's go!" Zhiyuan's eyes shot cold light, turning into a shadow and drifting away.

    Old monk Huiling hurriedly followed, wanting to join in the fun.
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