Cheng Yan left in a hurry.

Fakong became more and more curious: Why was Master Yuanzhi abolished, and why did everyone keep it secret?

He stood under the tree and pondered.

A gust of wind blew, and a yellow leaf fell down.

He let the yellow leaves fall on his bald head.

Cool to the touch.

He shook his head and let it slide down, then reached out to catch it and looked down at the leaf carefully.

Looking at a golden leaf, he suddenly had an idea.

At this time and at this place, it just happened to fall on my bald head. It was fate that one person and one leaf would do so.

The leaves had distinct tendons, which reminded him of the meridians of the human body.

Human beings follow nature, does the veins of this leaf contain a unique mind?

A chuckle suddenly sounded.

Fakong turned his head and looked.

A handsome young man wearing a thick sable fur coat was standing at the gate of the temple. Heshi smiled and said, "Monk, I'm sorry."

Fakong's eyes fell on the face of the young man on his left.

This young man in brocade clothes has a body shape like a bear, handsome appearance, and high-spirited spirit. His cultivation level is the fourth level, the pinnacle of Gang Qi Realm.

The Dharma is empty and clear.

At such a young age, he is already in the fourth rank, so he is really proud of himself. It is not difficult to understand why he laughs out loud when he sees his actions.

Fakong glanced at him and then turned back to the handsome young man, smiling and saying: "The monk is laughing."

Fakong smiled slightly and returned the courtesy.

"Is the monk trying to understand mysteries?" The handsome young man slowly walked down the steps.

The five guards followed suit.

They maintained a formation as they walked, closely guarding the sable-fur young man and keeping them on guard at all times.

Fa Kong raised a warning sign in his heart, reminding him to stay away.

Based on his current level of cultivation, meeting these five people would be a dead end, and he would not be able to make a splash at all.

No matter how powerful the Buddha's mantra is, it cannot directly confront the enemy or defeat the opponent.

The handsome young man came to Fa Kong and looked at the yellow leaf with a smile: "What's the mystery in it?"

Fakong handed the yellow leaf to him: "It looks like human meridians, right?"

"Hey." The handsome bear-shaped young man let out a weird laugh, curled his lips and shook his head.

"Zhao Huaishan, can you shut up?" The young man in sable fur glanced at him lightly.

"Yes, sir!" The bear-shaped young man quickly closed his mouth and grimaced.

As soon as he stopped his playful smile, he immediately changed into a different person, suddenly filled with evil aura and murderous intent.

"Just kidding." The handsome young man apologized sheepishly.

"But it turns out he's a general. Nice to meet you." Fakong smiled nonchalantly.

He really wasn't angry.

Growing up, as an orphan, if he had been angry at the cold looks and ridicule he received, he would have been angry to death.

He has his own unique way of dealing with it, which is to only keep it in his mind, not in his heart, and to keep it in his head, not in his heart.

When you have mastered martial arts in the future, you will just teach him a lesson.

The handsome young man said: "I am Chu Yu, I wonder what the monk's name is?"

"Fakong."

"Monk Fakong." Chu Yu said with a smile: "The tendons on this leaf are not like the meridians of the body, right? That's not how the eight extraordinary meridians move."

"It really doesn't look like it?" Fakong smiled.

The meridians of the body are like countless complex rivers, crisscrossing each other, with the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve main meridians being the main ones.

But the mental method of martial arts is to select some of the meridians to form a system.

At this moment, he had thought of a mental method based on the tendons of leaves, and had deduced it in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda, which was Zhongzheng and peaceful.

"It's not like that." Chu Yu shook his head.

Fakong smiled and titheed, turned around and left slowly.

Chu Yu pondered.

Zhao Huaishan snorted: "Sir, it's obviously just a leaf, but there's something mysterious about it. It's inexplicable."

Chu Yu measured the leaves.

"Young Master..." Zhao Huaishan wanted to say more, but was stopped by another slender middle-aged man with a wink.

He looked at the clear-skinned middle-aged man in confusion, and the clear-skinned middle-aged man shook his head slightly.
Chapter completed!