Longevity

Fkong smiled: "Do you want to get rid of him?"

Yang Shuangting nodded.

If you don't kill him in this situation, do you keep him and continue to harm the world?

According to his own thinking, the Pure Foul Sect should clean up these **** first, and then deal with the Great Miao Lian Temple.

However, because of the grudge with Da Miao Lian Temple and the strategy of catching the thief first and the king, so he directly cleaned up the Da Miao Lian Temple.

Looking at it now, this approach is indeed wrong.

Unfortunately, as the suzerain, I can't decide with one word.

Before he became the suzerain, the Jinghui sect was decided by twelve elders, and these twelve elders were the altar masters of each altar.

Now that his prestige is increasing, and he can suppress them in martial arts, his words only work.

When he first took over as the suzerain, he was just a mascot, just a puppet and a decoration.

Fa Kong's eyes suddenly became deep.

Yang Shuangting frowned.

She felt that she had been seen through, sitting in front of Fakong as if she had no clothes on. This feeling made her very uncomfortable, and she could not wait to turn around and leave.

Fa Kong withdrew his deep eyes, thoughtful.

Yang Shuangting hummed, "I killed him, what's the trouble?"

Fakong nodded.

Yang Shuangting said, "What's the trouble?"

"You don't want to reveal that you are the Sect Master of the Jinghui Sect, do you?"

"En." Yang Shuangting nodded.

She has always been hidden and revealed, but she is only a third-rate master of martial arts.

The identity of the sect master of the Jinghui Sect is completely isolated from her actual identity, like two worlds, never contaminated at all.

Because the Pure Filth Sect has been tainted with too many vendettas, once it is contaminated with his real identity, it will inevitably endanger family members and friends.

Fa Kong said: "Once you make a move, this time you will reveal your identity."

Yang Shuangting frowned.

Fa Kong said: "After this master of Changchun Valley was killed, Changchun Valley came back with revenge. You can't handle it alone, you can only dispatch masters of Jinghui Sect."

"them…"

"No matter how flawlessly you kill, they can still trace it back to Young Master Qi, and then kill Young Master Qi. If you want to save Young Master Qi, you can't do it alone, you can only dispatch the masters of the filth sect."

"Who is he?" Yang Shuangting hummed.

Fa Kong said: "Changchun Valley, Jiao Changhe."

Yang Shuangting said: "I will kill him before he comes to Changling Mansion."

"Difficult." Fa Kong shook his head: "The whereabouts of the masters in Changchun Valley are mysterious, and it is not that easy to find."

Yang Shuangting frowned and pondered.

Can the masters of the net filth sect find him?

It seems really hard, it's no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fakong smiled at her.

When Yang Shuangting saw his expression, his heart suddenly moved, knowing that Fa Kong had a solution, and just waited for him to ask for it.

She took a deep breath, feeling helpless.

With his Heaven-penetrating martial arts, he is also in charge of such a huge power as the Jinghui Sect, but he can only succumb to this monk in front of him.

This feeling is really suffocating and helpless.

Fa Kong smiled and said, "It seems that Sect Master Yang hasn't seen it through. The so-called strength and weakness are not just martial arts."

"...Well, how can I find him?" Yang Shuangting hummed.

Fakon took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to her.

Yang Shuangting looked at him in amazement, Fa Kong smiled and pouted, motioning her to take the scroll and open it to take a look.

Yang Shuangting took it and unfolded it. Inside was a portrait, but it was a handsome middle-aged man.

With a face like a crown of jade, three clear beards under his jaw, and a slender figure, he wears a large green robe and fluttering long sleeves, which is quite a bit clear and out of the dust.

Yang Shuangting had already passed the naive stage of judging people by appearances. He glanced at the middle-aged man and turned to look at Fa Kong: "Is that Jiao Changhe?"

Fa Kong nodded slowly.

Yang Shuangting looked at Fa Kong in disbelief.

This monk Fakong is also terrible.

Was this picture already prepared?

Thinking about it too, he should have seen his future long ago, and also expected his own reaction.

Everything is in his calculations, everything is in his grasp.

Fa Kong said: "Yang Zong mainly kills him in advance, you might as well send someone to look for Liangchuan mansion first, he should come from Liangchuan mansion."

"...Okay." Yang Shuangting nodded slowly.

No matter how amazing Fakong's calculations are, this Jiao Changhe is going to be removed, but...

Could it be that he designed all this, is this Jiao Changhe a master of Changchun Valley?

Will he really come to Changling Mansion as Fa Kong said, and then meet Qi Guangjie and kill Qi Guangjie?

Looks like I need to verify it myself.

Thinking of this, her thoughts turned quickly, and she thought of the verification method.

Fa Kong smiled and said, "Sect Master Yang doesn't eat a few mouthfuls. This restaurant's dishes are indeed unique."

"I come here often to eat." Yang Shuangting said lightly, "I'm tired of eating for a long time, so I'm leaving."

Fakong put down the bamboo chopsticks and made a salute.

Yang Shuangting got together, got up and left.

I don't want to stay with Fakon for another second.

Fa Kong sat at the table and watched her walk away. She had a ladylike demeanor, and it was impossible to tell that she was the master of the martial arts sect.

If it weren't for her own destiny, she really couldn't break her true body. Who would have thought that a prefect's daughter would actually be the suzerain of the Jinghui sect.

When Yang Shuangting was about to go downstairs, he suddenly stopped and turned to look.

Fakong smiled at her.

Yang Shuangting's cherry lips moved, and the voice sounded in Fakong's ear: "You really don't worry about me, you can set up a temple in Changling Mansion."

Fa Kong smiled without saying a word.

Yang Shuangting glanced at him and walked downstairs.

This proposal really made him very moved. After all, Yang Shuangting's father was the prefect, and he thought it would be smooth to set up a branch temple here.

Although the branch temple does not have the harvest of the Ksitigarbha Dakini mantra, it is more durable and stable.

Just like the Zizhao Temple, when you appear before your own people, let the incense of Zizhao Temple flourish, and more and more people believe in yourself, thus providing more and more confidence.

These are the basis for one's own merits.

If a believer comes to ask for help, and if he does it himself, he will surely gain merit, but if he is not a believer, he will not be able to obtain merit if he does it by himself.

The harvest of the Jizo Dakini Mantra in Shenjing is so huge, because most of the people of Shenjing are their own followers.

And why most of them are their own believers is because of the outer courtyard of Kongo Temple.

For ordinary monks, the monastery is just a place to live and live.

For me, a monastery is a small world of bliss, an incarnation of myself, and a source of increased confidence and merit.

If you want to increase your merit faster, the Ksitigarbha Dakini mantra is the key, but the more important thing is the believers and faith.

If there are not many believers, no matter how diligently the Ksitigarbha Dakini mantra is performed, the merit will not increase.

Without the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra, the merits cannot skyrocket, but without the believers and faith, there will be no merit after the Ksitigarbha Dakini mantra is cast.

Even if there is no merit, it can increase faith and believers. At least these rescued people and their relatives and friends around them will become believers.

But it is too slow to increase the number of believers in this way, and it is far less fast and stable than the monastery.

However, Yang Shuangting's proposal was not entirely well-intentioned, but a counterattack.

Once a branch temple was established, the branch temple would be under the control of Changling Prefecture.

As the abbot of the branch temple, of course, he has to sell some thin noodles from the prefect of Changling Mansion, which is suppressing himself from the officialdom.

More importantly, the branch temple is the foundation of oneself, and these foundations are the handle.

She caught her handle herself, and she also wanted to seize her own handle, which was regarded as a countermeasure, lest she could only be beaten and not fight back.

However, despite this, if there is an opportunity to establish a branch temple, it is necessary to set up a branch temple, not necessarily the outer courtyard of the Kongo Temple, so the court will be more sensitive and more difficult to approve.

Just a branch of your own is enough.

To be the outer court of Kongoji Temple will scatter one's own faith, which is not needed by Kongoji Temple.

While eating and enjoying the delicious food, he thought about possible ways.

After Yang Shuangting got rid of Jiao Changhe, with the promotion of Yang Shuangting, the prefect's daughter, this matter was easy to accomplish.

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Outside the Jade Butterfly Sect's courtyard, a blue shadow suddenly appeared and stopped outside the courtyard, but it was a handsome blue-robed youth.

His face was as pale as paper, with black blood on the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were blurred, almost out of focus.

"Bang!" He slammed into the gate of the other courtyard.

The gate of the other courtyard suddenly opened with a small hole, a pair of wonderful eyes looked around, and found nothing unusual, and then opened the gate.

The handsome young man fell limply on the threshold, already in a coma.

The girl who opened the door looked at him, and instead of rushing to do it, she raised her voice and called out, "Senior Sister Ding! Senior Sister Ding!"

Ding Xingqing fluttered out in a blue shirt. Seeing the young man, he looked at him a few times, then stepped forward to check his injuries, and said in a deep voice, "It's Young Master Zhu, bring it in."

After she gave her instructions, she floated up and jumped up to the courtyard gate, standing on a high place and looking around.

After a while, she fell down, her figure flashed, and she came directly outside Ning Zhenzhen's small courtyard and knocked gently on the door.

Ning Zhen really practiced swordsmanship in the courtyard, and Jian Yingchaochuo said loudly, "Come in."

Ding Xingqing pushed the door into the small courtyard, clasped his fists and said, "Sect Master, Zhu Cisui was seriously injured, and when he arrived at our door, he passed out."

"Zhu Ci Sui Zhu Gongzi..." Ning Zhenzhen put the sword back into its sheath, took the white towel handed by Ding Xingqing and wiped Yingbai's forehead: "How is he injured?"

Ding Xingqing said: "The internal organs have been severely damaged, and they were also poisoned. The thief went to the building. He should have used a secret technique to escape, and only his last breath was left."

Ning Zhenzhen handed her the white towel: "No pursuers?"

"I haven't seen it yet." Ding Xingqing took the white towel and stared at Ning Zhenzhen: "Sect Master~www.readwn.com~ Would you like to save him?"

"What do you think?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.

Ding Xingqing shook her head: "I don't think it is necessary to save him. After all, he is a member of the Jinghua Sect. Who knows if he will become our opponent in the future."

"What if you save him?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.

Ding Xingqing held the white towel and thought for a while, and finally shook her head: "Sect Master, I think it's better to avoid future troubles than to hope for his gratitude."

Her eyes were bright, and she had murderous intent.

Ning Zhenzhen pondered, walked a dozen steps with his hands behind his back, and suddenly stopped: "Go and save him."

She handed a string of Buddha beads on Hao's wrist to Ding Xingqing: "put it on and save him."

"Yes." Ding Xingqing agreed without hesitation, took the beads, hung up the white towel and walked out of the yard.

Ning Zhenzhen sat down at the stone table and took a sip of tea.

After drinking a cup of tea, he got up and went to the main hall of the other courtyard, and saw several women sitting around a low couch.

Zhu Cisui was sitting cross-legged on the low couch, his head was steaming white, and his pale face showed weakness, frailty and melancholy.

Ning Zhenzhen stepped into the main hall lightly, without making a sound, but stood behind the girls and looked at Zhu Cisui.

The girls quickly discovered Ning Zhenzhen, and they quickly retracted their eyes, clasped their fists, and made no sound, so as not to disturb Zhu Cisui's healing.

Ning Zhenzhen waved his hand and looked at Zhu Cisui with a solemn expression.

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