Most of the monks were sitting cross-legged, looking calm.

When Huinan saw Fakong appear, he said coldly: "Don't we need to take action?"

"Master, no need," Fa Kong said with a smile: "It was originally used to prepare for accidents, but fortunately no accidents occurred."

Huinan sneered.

An old monk smiled and said: "Brother Huinan, we don't have to take action, that's the best."

"It's a waste of a trip!" Huinan hummed, "I just watched a lot of fun."

"If you can't help it, don't do it."

"That's right, it's good to see the excitement."

"We happen to be in the temple for a long time, so it's good to go out for a walk and walk our legs."

"This is the best."

…

All the old monks nodded.

As great masters, their lifespan has just been extended, so of course they don't want to die like this.

The older you are in the world, the less courage you have.

As experienced old guys, they know that there are risks in taking action, and the risks are extremely high.

No one knows whether the guy on the opposite side will suddenly transform or suddenly use a killing move. The Grand Master is also mortal and will die.

They attach great importance to longevity, and of course they don't want to lose their lives.

They would be happiest if they didn't take action.

Huinan snorted and said nothing.

Fakong said: "Master, let's go back."

A loud laughter suddenly sounded.

Three old men floated down from Daguangming Peak, wearing white robes. They seemed to be flying on the wind under the moonlight, and fell into the woods where Huinan and the others were hiding.

The first person who faced me was Zhao Jingde, the left leader of the Guangming Holy Sect, who had a slim appearance, a slender figure, and an immortal spirit.

He tithes slowly: "On behalf of the disciples of the Holy Sect of Light, I would like to thank you all for your kindness."

The two old men following him also tithe.

Huinan and other senior monks returned the favor one after another.

"Master Huinan, long time no see." Zhao Jingde smiled at Huinan and said, "Master, are you okay?"

The old monk Huinan snorted and said: "Master Zhao still has the same style, but I am already an old man."

Zhao Jingde smiled and said: "It is really amazing that Master Huinan has such a direct descendant from Fakong Divine Monk."

Old monk Huinan glanced at Fakong and said calmly: "He is more capable of causing trouble."

Zhao Jingde said: "If it hadn't been for Divine Monk Fa Kong this time, our sect would have lost many disciples."

When he puts his palms together, he will bow to Dharma Kong.

He already knew that Fa Kong was secretly helping.

Fakong flicked his sleeves to stop him from bending down, and said with a smile: "Master Zhao can't help it. Since Brother Xu and I are friends, of course we have to help. How can we just watch it?"

Zhao Jingde felt the vast force blocking him and did not bow down forcefully. He sighed: "Seeing you and Zhijian, the holy monk, we feel that we are really old and it's time to retire and enjoy our leisure time."

Fakong smiled and said: "Master Zhao is always strong and strong, but we still want to be lazy again."

Zhao Jingde chuckled and shook his head.

Monk Huinan asked Zhao Jingde about the situation above, and Zhao Jingde introduced it, which made all the old monks beam with joy.

Even though they didn't take action, they still felt happy when they heard that the Holy Sect of Light had achieved such a great victory.

The Daxueshan Sect and the Guangming Holy Sect are in the same situation, both of them have to defend themselves against the invasion of Dayun or Dayong martial arts masters.

Feel each other's pain and anger.

Such a big victory can make you proud for many years and relieve the anger in your heart.

Zhao Jingde invited them to go to the Great Bright Peak to rest for a day, and then go together to the gathering place specified in the imperial edict.

Fa Kong then said goodbye and left.

He flashed back to his small courtyard, and then flashed again and appeared in Xinghuawu.

He appeared in a small courtyard in Xinghuawu, then opened the curtain and entered the house, coming to a bed.

Dugu Xia Qing, dressed in white, was sitting cross-legged on the couch, with white steam steaming from the top of her head, recovering from her injuries.
Chapter completed!