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- "Take her to Yongkong Temple."
"Take it over?"
"Only in my Xiaoxitian Ultimate Bliss World can she return to Yang." Fakong shook his head and said, "Here, I can't help it."
"Okay." Ning Zhenzhen nodded slightly: "If they can see"
"No problem."
"Brother, are you not afraid of trouble?" Ning Zhenzhen said.
Fakong shook his head: "It is also good for them to boost their confidence."
"I'm afraid that they will stop working hard when they know your abilities, senior brother." Ning Zhenzhen said: "Anyway, you can live after death."
"They only have sixty years to live, and they may not be reconciled." Fa Kong said: "But with confidence in your heart, you will practice faster."
"That's right." Ning Zhenzhen thought about it, and finally agreed.
When the mind is fixed, it is easy to be quiet, and once it is quiet, it will be faster to practice, which is indeed a good thing.
"If they spread the word, brother, you will be troubled." Ning Zhenzhen said: "Anyone will beg to come to the door."
"Just hide." Fakong said with a smile.
Dayong and Dagan are not close, so it is not so easy to go to Dagan to find yourself. More importantly, even if you go to Dagan, if you want to hide, you will never find yourself.
Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "Well, let them go and see it."
Fakong disappeared in a flash.
Ning Zhenzhen called Ding Xingqing and gave him some instructions.
After a while, twelve disciples followed Ning Zhenzhen, carried Zhou Jingjing's coffin out of the outer courtyard of the Jade Butterfly Sect, walked through the alleys, and headed for Yongkong Temple.
Under the darkness of night, the twelve disciples of the Jade Butterfly Sect were all dressed in white, with long swords hanging from their waists, and their bodies were spotless.
Their beautiful faces were tense, solemn and heavy.
Lanterns hang high in the alley, although it is not as bright as during the day, it is not dim.
All of them were silent, and amidst the sound of footsteps, the noise of the street seemed far away.
The other courtyard of the Jade Butterfly Sect is not far from Yongkong Temple. They walked through three alleys and came to the outside of Yongkong Temple.
Twelve of them are beauties, carrying a coffin, which is very eye-catching.
People passing by outside Yongkong Temple suddenly looked over curiously, asking who this group of beauties were and how they entered Yongkong Temple.
Most people in Tianjing now know that Yongkong Temple is now the monastery of the Buddhist monk Fakong.
? Unexpectedly, a group of beauties would go in in the middle of the night, which is very imaginative.
Hehe, could it be that this monk Fakong doesn't hold the precepts on lust?
But when this group of beauties carried the coffin in, it was less charming and charming, and more weird.
Some of them stopped and stared at the gate of Yongkong Temple curiously, seeing that the gate had been open and had no intention of closing.
This is obviously a sign of not deceiving the dark room and being aboveboard¡ª¡ª
Ning Zhenzhen led them into the temple, and then went straight to the pagoda garden behind.
The southeast corner of the pagoda garden is an altar.
On the five-meter-high altar, Fakong stood with his hands behind his back. Under the moonlight, he felt like he was standing on a giant mountain.
Ding Xingqing and the others didn't cheer up, they just paid tithes.
They didn't know what Fakong was going to do, they just thought that Fakong was going to save Zhou Jingjing.
With the mood of saying goodbye to Zhou Jingjing, they paid a tithe to Fakong without saying a word, thanking him for his salvation.
Fakong waved.
Ding Xingqing understood what he meant, and directed the girls to carry Zhou Jingjing's coffin to the center of the altar.
They reluctantly stood around the coffin and glanced at Zhou Jingjing in the coffin, feeling inexplicable sourness and anger surging in their hearts.
Everyone's eye sockets were red.
The usual scenes with Zhou Jingjing began to emerge.
They tried their best not to cry out, tears had accumulated in their eye sockets and slowly fell down.
On the spotless white stone of the altar, strings of teardrops fell and broke into several petals.
Fakong looked up at the sky.
The night sky is deep and boundless, and the crescent moon hangs obliquely on the horizon, as if smiling eyes, looking down at the joys and sorrows of the world.
Fakong was thinking about how to complete it the fastest and best.
If there is no stiffness after death, even within two hours, the Rejuvenation Curse can directly bring people back to the world.
But three days after death, the Rejuvenation Curse will not work.
This time I will use itpeople.
Slowly, the sound turned from the sky to the ground, as if it came from the netherworld, from the soles of the feet to the body and then to the ears.
They had a feeling that there seemed to be someone under their feet, and they were standing above the noisy crowd.
They couldn't help looking down.
The ground was still made of white stones, spotless, and the entire altar seemed to be carved from a huge white stone, without any seams.
Fakong's voice is getting louder and more magnificent, as if standing in the distant sky, or standing in the distant underground.
For a while in the sky, for a while in the ground, constantly changing.
They stared wide-eyed, watching Fakong's body gradually emit light, and the whole body was gradually enveloped, wrapped, and finally submerged by the soft light. The figure was no longer visible, only a soft light.
Gradually, this group of soft rays of light expanded, enveloping Zhou Jingjing, enveloping her, and drowning her.
Both of them disappeared into the white light.
?The murmuring and whispering still kept lingering in their ears, far away, high and desolate, as if walking alone in the vast grassland.
"Boom!" Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.
All the girls looked up.
The night sky is still full of stars, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the clear light is slowly falling between the sky and the earth.
Fakong's chanting sound began to become rapid. It was distant and calm before, but now it became urgent.
"Katcha!" The eyes of the girls suddenly brightened.
Ning Zhenzhen flicked his sleeves suddenly.
All the girls retreated involuntarily.
A thunderbolt drew a huge "Zigzag" character, like a silver sword stabbing fiercely at the soft light where Fakong and Zhou Jingjing were.
The soft light flickered.
"Katcha!"
Everyone's eyes lit up again, and the thunder and lightning struck Fakong and Zhou Jingjing fiercely again. The soft light flickered, as if it was about to collapse.
"Katcha!"
Thunder strikes again
A total of six thunderbolts fell, and the soft light remained firm.
There was no thunder and lightning after that.
The soft light quickly converged, and finally all of it got into Zhou Jingjing's body, and her body had already changed.
She is like a sleeping beauty, her skin is white, ruddy and shiny, and her breath is light and long, continuous.
All the girls widened their bright eyes.
Zhou Jingjing's slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
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