Longevity

[[Chapter 1305 First meeting (one more)

Everyone in the Xuanyang Sect was taken aback by his sudden appearance.

Seeing Zhu Jiong's clothes, he knew that he was a disciple of the Wuchang Sword Sect, so he didn't dare to mess around, just watched quietly.

Yue Ling was still pretending to be unconscious, and the young man with a horse face said bitterly: "We really missed..."

"Where is the person?" Zhu Jiong shouted, "Where did you move your hand?"

"It's nearby!" The horse-faced youth hurriedly said.

Zhu Jiong said, "Lead the way!"

The horse-faced youth looked at the elders.

They nodded hurriedly: "It was originally a mistake. I don't know his true identity. Now I can't make mistakes again and again. Hurry up and lead the way."

"Yes." The horse-faced young man lowered his brows and looked along.

Zhu Jiongli ignored them, and raised the young man with a horse face: "Point to the direction!"

He had turned into a plume of black smoke and shot out.

Everyone hurriedly followed.

Finally, we stopped at a ruined temple, and then found a mound on the hill next to the ruined temple, which was the place where the corpse was buried.

Zhu Jiong stared blankly at the new mound.

He was still in a state of shock and unacceptability, no sadness yet, only anger.

The horse-faced youth dug together with two middle-aged men, and quickly dug out a log.

This piece of wood was as thick as two people hugging each other, and when it was cut open in the middle, a human figure was dug out, and then closed together, it became a simple coffin.

The purple-faced middle-aged man sighed: "After all, the corpse was not exposed in the wilderness, and the coffin was restrained."

Zhu Jiong stared blankly at a handsome and thin young man in the coffin, his bluish face still showed frailty.

Zhu Jiong stared blankly with his head down, slowly knelt down, stretched out his hand and carefully touched his delicate and delicate face.

It seems to be stroking a sleeping person, lest it wake him up.

"...Third...Third brother." His lips trembled, tears welled up in his eyes, and slid down into the soil.

Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian stood behind him, looking at the young man who died from exhaustion, feeling heavy and regretful.

Chu Ling said: "Don't waste time, I want him to be resurrected quickly."

Hearing the word "resurrection", Zhu Jiong turned his head and looked over, his teary eyes widened: "Can you really revive the third brother?"

Chu Ling said: "It depends on whether you can invite Fakong Divine Monk here. If you are an ordinary person, I am afraid there is no hope, but you are a disciple of Wuchang Sword Sect."

"How do I invite Fakong Divine Monk to come?!" Huang Yongliang hurriedly asked.

Chu Ling shook his head: "Then I don't know."

Zhu Jiong was immediately disappointed.

Chu Ling said: "You Wuchang Sword Sect is one of the four sects. You have a big face. Why don't you ask Xuankong Temple. It is said that the Fakong monk will occasionally be there."

"Xuankong Temple!" Zhu Jiong cheered up and hurriedly said, "I'll go right away."

He picked up the handsome young man and disappeared without a trace into a plume of black smoke. He was too lazy to deal with the horse-faced youth.

Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling looked at Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian.

"If the two girls have nothing to do, why not come here together." Xu Jingxian said, "Let's see if Brother Zhu's third brother can be saved."

It seemed that this Chu Xinru had a good understanding of the Fakong divine monk. He had obviously worked hard, so he would inevitably ask for advice when the time came.

"Let's not go..." Chu Ling hesitated.

Xu Qingluo nodded with a smile: "Yes, we can't help either."

"The two girls have already helped a lot." Xu Jingxian said hastily: "If Miss Chu hadn't mentioned it, Brother Zhu is now..."

He can imagine it.

If it hadn't given Senior Brother Zhu a glimmer of hope, at this moment, all the Xuanyang Sect disciples present would have died.

Regardless of whether those elders are strong or weak, they are definitely not opponents of Senior Brother Zhu, Senior Brother Zhu is a great master.

The last time I went to Zhenlongyuan, Senior Brother Zhu was severely punished for making a mistake, so I missed it because I was thinking about my mistakes, otherwise I would already be in Zhenlongyuan now.

Senior Brother Zhu's cultivation is astonishing and unfathomable, he is the genius among these geniuses, the top genius.

Huang Yongliang said: "You two girls, let's go!"

I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up with Senior Brother Zhu any later.

Chu Ling looked at Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Then let's go and have a look, if we can help a little, it will be considered a good relationship."

"Exactly." Huang Yongliang nodded hurriedly, looking at Xu Qingluo gratefully.

"Let's go." The four drifted away.

The dark eyes of the purple-faced middle-aged people followed them away.

Everyone's heart is heavy and depressed.

A feeling of despair is growing, expanding, and enveloping everyone.

Seeing Zhu Jiong's appearance just now, they couldn't be more lucky, it turned out to be his third brother.

Most likely blood relatives.

If Zhu Jiong took revenge, how could he only kill the murderer and not implicate the entire Xuanyang Sect?

The burly middle-aged man said slowly: "It is said that the monk Fakong has amazing supernatural powers and can bring the dead back to life."

The purple-faced middle-aged man turned to look at him.

The burly middle-aged man said: "Senior Brother Hao, I heard from others that this matter is not an exaggeration, nor is it a rumor, it is a true story, not only one or two have been saved in Shenjing, but hundreds of thousands. "

"But that's in Shenjing!" The purple-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Why did the divine monk Fakong come to our Dayun to save people?"

Don't forget, Dayun and Dagan are enemies, and they are feuds in the world. I am afraid that the monk Fakong would not dare to save people in Dayun.

In that case, the Dagan people will definitely think him a traitor, and the people he saves will probably kill many Dagan people in the future.

Then he is a big sinner.

"well-!"

Everyone sighed.

It would be fine if the monk Fakong could be saved, but if he couldn't, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to survive either, and they would be buried with that guy.

Their eyes fell on Yue Ling.

How could they not know about Yue Ling's tricks, they hadn't exposed them before, but seeing him still persisting now, they couldn't help it.

"Yue Ling, wake up!"

"Uncle Hao..." Yue Ling slowly opened his eyes, wanting to cry but without tears.

If he knew the background of that kid, how dare he stretch out his hand, not only dare not kill him, but also protect him.

But it's too late to say anything now, the big mistake has already been made.

"Forget it, just let it be fate." The purple-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "It's nothing more than death."

Yue Ling gritted his teeth, and said softly: "Master Hao, we both take the blame and commit suicide in front of Wuchang Sword Sect!"

The horse-faced youth stared at him with wide eyes.

Yue Ling looked at him: "The two of us are sure to die. You can tell from that guy's appearance that he will never let us go. What we want to think about is how not to implicate the sect!"

"..." The horse-faced youth opened his mouth, but he was speechless.

He was not willing to die like this.

"I'm afraid I can't hide it from them by feigning death." Yue Ling said: "If you die, you will die. Eighteen years later, you will be a good man again!"

The horse-faced youth gritted his teeth.

Yue Ling said with a sad smile: "We two brothers and sisters are together, and we will not be lonely on the road to Huangquan."

The horse-faced youth took a deep breath and let go.

He really didn't want to die.

Originally, he thought that he also regarded life and death as a child's play, and when he killed someone, he saw others crying bitterly and begging desperately, and he was very disdainful.

But when things came to an end, he realized that he was so afraid of death, no different from those who died by his own sword.

Yue Ling looked at the middle-aged man with a purple face: "Uncle Hao, let's act now, lest they come to our door again."

"..." The purple-faced middle-aged man had a complex expression.

"Uncle Hao, as you said, the world is full of strong meat and strong food, who made our Xuanyang sect skills inferior to others." Yue Ling said softly: "We have been robbing treasures, isn't it because we are not reconciled, why Xuanyang?" If the Yangzong is strong and dies, it will not be shaken!"

When Fakong saw this, he felt that this Yue Ling was really a talent, if not for his lack of qualifications, he would definitely have a place in the martial arts world.

Fakong didn't feel sorry at all.

This kind of guy has become more evil and caused more damage. If he continues to live, I don't know how many innocent people will die.

"Alas!" All the middle-aged men sighed long, with expressions of distress on their faces.

They can't help empathizing.

As a disciple of the Xuanyang Sect, I have been striving for the strength of the Xuanyang Sect, but when I meet a truly powerful person, I am a swordsman, and I am a fish.

This resentment makes them depressed, painful, and hopeless.

"Fight!" The burly middle-aged man gritted his teeth: "We will fight! We will die!"

"Yes, fight!"

Someone agrees.

But the resentment of more people is slowly disappearing, and calmness is restored.

Really want to work hard?

Going to fight Wuchang Jianzong for these two boys? That's not called desperate, that's called dying.

The purple-faced middle-aged man glanced at everyone, seeing all kinds of expressions in his eyes, sighed and waved his hands: "Okay, let's wait and see what happens."

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Like a gust of wind, Zhu Jiong quickly rushed into Yunjing, went straight to Xuankong Temple, and looked at the closed temple gate.

Just as he was about to move forward, the temple gate opened with a "squeak", and a handsome young monk was standing inside the gate, saluting together.

Zhu Jiong hugged the handsome young man, and bowed: "Zhu Jiong, a disciple of the Wuchang Sword Sect, please see the monk Fakong!"

"Please come with the poor monk." The handsome young monk stretched out his hand, and nodded to Huang Yongliang, Xu Jingxian and Xu Qingluo Chu Ling who were rushing over: "All benefactors, please come together."

"Is the monk Fakong here?" Huang Yongliang asked hurriedly.

The handsome young monk said calmly: "The abbot just came back."

Several people looked at each other.

Zhu Jiong strode into the threshold, Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian hurriedly followed, Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling looked at each other and followed inside.

The crowd followed the handsome young monk across the main hall, passed through the moon gate next to it, and came to a quiet and far-reaching small courtyard.

As soon as they stepped into Xuankong Temple, everyone felt strange.

All the pores in the whole body are opened, all the pores are breathing and cheering, and they are instantly refreshed and energetic.

Zhu Jiong, who had been on fire all the time, also suddenly slowed down, his expression changed from manic to calm, and he looked down at the handsome young man, faintly hopeful: the third brother is saved!

They saw an ordinary-looking young monk wearing a purple gold cassock, standing quietly beside the bamboo forest, holding a green bamboo leaf in his hand.

Tranquility enveloped him, and then enveloped the green bamboo forest, and the flower garden in the southwest corner of the small courtyard.

A group of flowers are blooming in the flower garden, with different colors, and the fragrance of flowers floats over one after another. The fragrance is sometimes faint and sometimes rich, and they are all different.

Under the sunlight, the purple and gold cassock seemed to come alive, and thousands of money were shuttled non-stop, shining brightly.

"Amitabha." Fakong paid a tithe.

"God monk Fakong!" Zhu Jiong knew that the person in front of him was the legendary monk Fakong, he put his arms around the handsome young man, clasped his hands together, bowed and said, "God monk, please save my third brother!"

Fakong glanced at it and nodded lightly: "Put it on the table~www.readwn.com~ With a flick of his long sleeves, all the teacups and tea stoves on the stone table in front of the flower garden floated up, and then slowly slipped into the open main room Door.

Zhu Jiong was overjoyed, and carefully placed the handsome boy on the stone table.

Fakong looked at Zhu Jiong.

Zhu Jiong stared at Fakong eagerly, and hurriedly said, "God monk, my third brother... can he still live?"

Fakong pondered.

Zhu Jiong became anxious immediately, and hurriedly said: "As long as I can save my third younger brother, I will go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, I will not hesitate!"

Fakong said: "If I save him, you and him can't kill a lot of people in this life. Is it possible?"

"Yes!" Zhu Jiong nodded hurriedly.

Huang Yongliang said: "If the divine monk can save him, not only Senior Brother Zhu, but the two of us will never kill Dagan people in this life.">Remember the website of this website, www. biquxu. Com, convenient for reading next time, or enter "" in Baidu to enter this site