Ning Zhenzhen shook his head with emotion.

If it weren't for the senior brother who predicted the future and was a master of deduction and knew the details, the Jade Butterfly Sect would never have been able to survive this test.

I have learned a profound lesson: the survival of a sect cannot rely on the outside world, but must continue to strive for self-improvement. The Jade Butterfly Sect is the best example.

The disciples of the Jade Butterfly Sect are very good at marrying out. The backstage is so strong and there are so many people, but in the end, it is the Jade Butterfly Sect itself that determines the survival of the Jade Butterfly Sect.

You can't count on others at critical moments.

If he were not here and his senior brother was not here, the Jade Butterfly Sect would have suffered heavy losses last night. The sect leader was killed and the married disciples were killed. The next step might be that the main altar of the Jade Butterfly Sect would be attacked, unable to stop the Jiuyuan Holy Sect's counterattack.

Fakong and Ning Zhenzhen had lunch together.

No matter when he was talking to Ning Zhenzhen, or when he was watching the battle at the Great Miaolian Temple to besiege and kill the masters of the Nine Yuan Holy Sect, he was always running the Vajra Indestructible Magic, purifying the Gang Qi, and improving his cultivation.

Now he has no bottleneck and only needs pure Gang Qi. This is a matter of time and effort, and there is no way to use the Time Wheel Tower to make tricks.

After lunch, the two of them lazily drank water and chatted about some strange things. Ning Zhenzhen smiled fondly from time to time.

Fakong was also chatting and laughing.

The two of them spoke with perfect tacit understanding, and each other knew exactly what the other was going to say.

So the conversation was particularly harmonious and smooth.

Fakong suddenly stopped and said with a smile: "Junior sister, please do your work. I'll go to Yongkong Temple."

Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes showed curiosity.

Fakong smiled and said: "Monk Yuande has arrived."

"Okay, senior brother, go ahead, I'll be ready too," Ning Zhenzhen said.

Outside Yongkong Temple, Monk Yuande, dressed in bright yellow monk robes, stood quietly at the gate with a solemn expression.

Fa Kong's voice came: "Master, please come in."

Monk Yuande pushed open the door and entered the courtyard, turned around the screen wall, and came to the front of the Main Hall.

Fakong was holding the incense in his hands and bowing to the Buddha statue in the Mahavira Hall. Then he inserted three sticks of sandalwood into the incense burner, and three wisps of fragrance curled up into the sky.

Monk Yuande came to Fakong, titheed to the golden Buddha statue in the main hall, and then said: "Master, I am going to retreat for a while."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Monk Yuande said: "I plan to go to the Confession Hall to retreat for a year to repent of my sins."

Fakong raised his eyebrows: "Master, do you think you are guilty because you killed too many people?"

"More than a hundred people died unexpectedly." Monk Yuande said slowly.

Fakong said: "These people were not killed by the master. What's more, how many innocent people's blood were stained on their hands? Killing them is to carry out the way of heaven, to be a meritorious service to all living beings, and to be virtuous to heaven and earth."

Monk Yuande sighed: "Although I didn't kill them, they are no different from those I killed. Although these people have committed serious crimes, they are still alive after all."

"Some lives should not appear in this world. They only turn the world into hell." Fakong said lightly: "Only if you don't kill them should you repent!"

Monk Yuande was silent.

Fakong said: "Master should ask his own mind whether he should kill them or not."

"They deserve to be killed, but to kill so many people, the poor monk is really..." Monk Yuande shook his head.

Fa Kong suddenly smiled.

Monk Yuande frowned and looked at him.

Fakong smiled and said, "Master, did you hide something?"

Monk Yuande was silent.

Fakong said with a smile: "What the master really wants to repent for is not killing too many people, is it?"

Monk Yuande raised his head and looked at the Buddha statue in the Main Hall, tithing and remained silent.

Fakong chuckled and said, "Master, did you suddenly realize that you don't even understand yourself?"

Monk Yuande clasped his palms together, closed his eyes, murmured in his mouth, and began to chant.

Fakong said with a smile: "Master, there is no need to be like this. Even if killing makes you excited, it is not a bad thing."

Monk Yuande's chanting suddenly stopped and he opened his eyes to look at him.

Fakong smiled and said: "It's just the instinct of the body. There are two kinds of human nature, one is wolf and the other is sheep."

Monk Yuande sighed.

Fakong said: "It seems that your nature, master, is that of a wolf, so you are not timid when seeing killings. Instead, you are excited and find it exciting."

Monk Yuande pronounced the Buddha's name.

Fakong said: "Master, the reason why people are human is because they have reason and do not act based on instinct. Wolf nature does not mean wolf behavior. The Buddha Dharma is boundless. Isn't it the cultivation of nature."

Monk Yuande pondered, his eyes gradually brightened, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said: "Thank you, Master, for clarifying my doubts."

Fakong smiled and said: "Master's Buddhist teachings are profound, and he can actually understand this truth. It's just that the authorities are confused and the time has not come... Don't fight with your own nature. Accept it, control it, and refine it. This is the opportunity to practice.

, the shortcut to the advancement of Buddhism, troubles are Bodhi.”

"Amitabha!" Monk Yuande proclaimed the Buddha's name again.

Fakong's words gave him a sense of enlightenment, and all his guilt and worries were swept away in an instant.

Accepting it, controlling it, and refining it is the treasure raft to the other side.

Fakong smiled and said: "I still have to congratulate the master. This time the Great Miaolian Temple has achieved a huge harvest."

Monk Yuande nodded.

The martial arts order is issued by the imperial court, and the rewards are naturally issued by the imperial court. Any sect can receive the reward.

Of course, the Daimyolian Temple is included.

This time, so many Jiuyuan Sect disciples were wiped out in one go. If the rules of the martial arts order were followed, the harvest would be huge indeed.

The rewards from the imperial court are a huge temptation for any sect, including the Great Miaolian Temple, and are extremely rare.

Fakong said: "So, Master, you got an advantage and acted like a good boy. You shouldn't have appeared in front of me."

Monk Yuande laughed and shook his head: "In terms of benefits, Master, you gain more."

Master Fakong killed the old man Jiuyuan and got many good things. It is useless to ask. Master Fakong will never tell, so he simply doesn't ask.

Compared with the rewards that the temple can get from the martial arts order, I'm afraid it's even better.

"Just a little bit." Fakong pinched the tip of his little finger with his left hand and said with a smile.

Monk Yuande chuckled twice and said goodbye. Fakong did not stop him and sent him to the gate of the temple.

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A bright moon hangs high.

It is as bright as a jade plate, exuding a soft clear light.

Gu Tao

In the courtyard of Fakong's abbot, the bright moonlight was dispersed by the light of day-like lanterns, making it impossible to get close.

Everyone gathered around the large sandalwood round table to eat.

Fakong was slow, elegant and calm, while everyone else, including Zhou Yang, ate in the same leisurely manner.

Chu Ling was still among them. She was greedy for the excitement here and refused to go back to the palace to have dinner. It was so deserted and boring.

Fakong said: "You should go back and accompany the Queen."

"Mother, you don't need me." Chu Ling snorted.

Fakong raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

Chu Ling hummed: "What are you looking at? Don't you know that the queen is pregnant again?"

Everyone who was eating stopped suddenly and looked up at her.

Chu Ling said: "This news has been sealed and has not been spread. Please don't spread it outside!"

"How old is the Queen?" Lin Feiyang asked.

Chu Ling rolled her eyes at him.

Of course this cannot be said.

Lin Feiyang said with a smile: "Are you in your forties? Can you still give birth to a baby? She deserves to be the queen!"

Chu Ling looked at Fakong.

Fakong continued to eat without squinting.

Lin Feiyang said bluntly: "Your Highness, you have been looking at the abbot. Is it because of the abbot?"

"Bang!" Lin Feiyang's body shook slightly.

But it was Zhu Ni who kicked him under the table.
To be continued...