Longevity

She has been on alert since she knew Zhu Cisui, and also sent people to inquire about the details of Zhu Cisui.

The Jade Butterfly Sect has a very wide network of contacts and well-informed information, especially with the help of the court's power, the news about Zhu Cisui can be gathered bit by bit.

She saw another self.

It was also when he was unknown that he perfected the Zhenzong martial arts of the division.

He came out of the nunnery to join the WTO and entered the imperial court, but Zhu Cisui chose to cultivate in obscurity. Both of them were pursuing a higher level.

However, compared to his own bizarre experience, Zhu Cisui has less experience and weaker cultivation.

But he should not be underestimated because of this. The Jinghuashuiyuegong was a very mysterious and wonderful skill that should not be underestimated.

Jinghua Shuiyue Gong is very good at concealing the eyes, deceiving the five senses, killing people invisibly.

If he was really careless and fell into his hands, even if he was rescued by his senior brother, he would still be mad at himself.

Fakong looked at her.

Even when he is murderous, he is still amazingly beautiful.

Ning Zhenzhen restrained his smile and said solemnly: "Senior brother, you have rescued the eminent monk of the Great Miaolian Temple again, and now the news has spread."

"How did you pass it on?"

"We all know that you saved our Jade Butterfly Sect disciples, and also the eminent monks of the Great Miaolian Temple. You hold the Ksitigarbha Dakine Mantra, and you can fetch people from the underworld." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head and said, "Naturally, you are dubious."

Fakong nodded.

This is also unsurprising.

After all, this kind of thing is too unimaginable, beyond imagination, hearing is false, seeing is true.

But the surging confidence and the fierce expansion of Xiaoxitian's Paradise of Bliss all show that there is a lot of faith.

In particular, the monks of Xiaomiaolian Temple firmly believed in it, as were the disciples of the Jade Butterfly Sect.

As for the others, there is no shortage of believers.

Most still don't believe it.

But as long as your life is in danger, you must come and try it.

"Senior brother, you have to be careful." Ning Zhenzhen said: "I am afraid that many people will want to enter Yongkong Temple to see you."

Fa Kong nodded.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Senior brother, will you rescue them?"

Fa Kong said: "If there is a fate, it will naturally be saved."

"Fate..." Ning Zhenzhen smiled sweetly.

She immediately understood what Fa Kong meant.

This fate is not easy to have, it can be met but not sought, it all depends on luck.

He is usually not in Yongkong Temple, but is always in the outer courtyard of Kongo Temple. He occasionally comes here. If he meets at this time, it is fate.

Otherwise, it's useless to wait at Yongkong Temple.

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The next day, crowds began to appear outside Yongkong Temple. Many people who heard the news rushed over and wanted to see Fakong.

In the past few days, it was the turn of monk Faxuan and the others to come and take turns, and they all refused people's requests.

This did not dispel everyone's thoughts, they just stayed outside Yongkong Temple and did not leave, they had to guard sooner or later.

Fa Xuan and the others didn't drive them away, they let them go outside, even if there were more and more people, they didn't care.

Later, the city guards of Tianjing City saw the gathering here and came to drive them away.

But among these waiting crowds, there are many powerful people who don't care about the city guard's expulsion, and fight for it according to reason.

They admired Master Fakong for his profound Dharma, so they should wait here for Master Fakong, instead of making trouble, thinking that they are devoted to the Dharma and should not be driven away.

The city guards faced these dignitaries and these rhetoric, and it was a little difficult. They could only ask for instructions layer by layer, and finally got the exact order and forcefully dispersed the crowd.

This provoked public anger, and a book of memorials flew into the palace.

After Ning Zhenzhen had breakfast, he left the courtyard with Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei and roamed the city of Tianjing.

When they came to the outside of Yongkong Temple, what they saw was that the city guards surrounded Yongkong Temple into three floors, so that no one could approach it.

The outermost area was already crowded with people, and there were clamoring people in the crowd, angrily scolding the city guards for coming, and actually stopped the pilgrims.

This is destroying the prosperity of Yongkong Temple, with ulterior motives.

Is it because the monk Fakong is not from Dayong, and he did this on purpose? This shows how narrow-minded Tianjing is, which is a joke.

This anger caused everyone to agree, mocking and mocking the city guards unceremoniously, without fear.

Ning Zhenzhen looked from a distance and shook his head.

"Sect Master, everyone is in a hurry." Jing Xiaomei said softly, "The city guards have provoked public anger this time."

"Hmph, when it comes to life and death, how can you not be in a hurry!" Ding Xingqing hummed: "If it were us, it would be equally anxious and angry."

Ning really nodded.

Put yourself in your own shoes, and replace it with yourself. If it is related to the life and death of your disciples, can you calm down and let the city guards stop it?

Not to mention the city guard, even if the emperor personally came, he would still not act obediently.

Why are the city guards not tough enough? Of course, most of them are powerful and powerful, and more importantly, public anger must not be committed.

They knew that they were committing public anger and did not dare to force it, lest they really provoke people's revolt, which would be unbearable consequences.

Jing Xiaomei said curiously: "Sect Master, they actually believe that Master Fakong can bring back the dead."

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that such a miracle existed in the world, nor would I have heard others say it.

Ding Xingqing said: "Others say they don't believe it, but the eminent monks of the Great Miaolian Temple will not lie and deceive others."

"So it is." Jing Xiaomei suddenly realized: "It turned out to be because of the eminent monks of the Great Miaolian Temple."

Ding Xingqing looked at Ning Zhenzhen: "Sect Master, if Master Fakong doesn't help, I'm afraid it will provoke public anger, then..."

People will definitely hate him. Once they hate him, they will try their best to slander him. If the three of them become a tiger, the reputation of Master Fakong will be damaged.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "That's something that can't be helped. The master is incapable of doing anything, so it's impossible to answer every request."

"How about that?" Jing Xiaomei said worriedly: "There will be more and more people. If the master does not appear, everyone will definitely turn their sadness into anger and pour it out on the master."

Ning Zhenzhen was not too worried.

How could senior brother not have expected this kind of thing?

There must be a way to deal with it~www.readwn.com~ I'm just curious, how does my brother respond?

Her mind turned, her eyes suddenly lit up, she turned and slapped her palm lightly, crossing the palms of a handsome and suave young man.

Without a sound, a gust of wind suddenly appeared.

Ning Zhenzhen hunted in white clothes, while Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei were pushed ten meters away by invisible forces.

The powerful force squeezed them, almost breathless, unable to move a finger, and could only watch.

The handsome young man was surprised, raised his eyebrows, and said solemnly, "Good ability!"

He didn't expect that he couldn't make up the effort with one palm.

Ning Zhenzhen's white clothes slowly calmed down, with bright eyes, and said lightly, "Who are you?"

This young man has bright eyebrows and a square nose, he is really handsome and threatening, his eyes are deep and melancholy, and inexplicably makes people curious and want to know what is bothering him.

This is a very attractive man.

"Under Zhu Cisui."

Ning Zhenzhen's beautiful face was light: "You want to kill me?"

"It's just a greeting." Zhu Cisui smiled: "As expected, he is Sect Master Mo, his reputation is well-deserved, and his cultivation is pure and unexpected."

If it weren't for her cultivation level being so pure and pure that she couldn't move it, the palm of her hand would have already hit her hard, and she would have been killed by the palm of her hand after it was knocked out.