Fakong stood on the mountain peak, bathed in the bright sunshine, feeling warm and comfortable, looking down at the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest under the bright sunshine is like a blue sea, rippling with a gust of wind and full of vitality.

Dugu Xia Qing in the bamboo forest stood straight and motionless, like a green bamboo standing proudly, blending into the bamboo forest.

Fakong was filled with emotion and an inexplicable envy.

Dugu Xia Qing's pure way of living is really beautiful, with no distracting thoughts in her heart, her feelings are attached to the sword, her body is attached to the sword, and there is nothing outside the sword.

Even if she occasionally feels lonely, she can drive away the loneliness by patting the sword on her waist. The sword has become her closest companion, and she can enjoy herself with it.

When I'm really bored, I still have my swordsman with me.

Practicing swordsmanship, studying swordsmanship, and making friends with swords are simple and simple, and happiness can be obtained easily.

Unlike myself, even though I am an eminent monk, I cannot be pure in my desires. I want too much and am obsessed with immortality.

Therefore, I am destined to have a lot of troubles, while Dugu Xiaqing is destined to have a lot of happiness.

His eyes suddenly focused on Dugu Xia Qing, as deep as the sea. After a moment, he looked away, nodded with satisfaction, and disappeared without a trace.

He had already seen from his clairvoyance that it was indeed Dugu Xia Qing who had understood the Haoyang Divine Sword and was holding a lightsaber in his hand.

This lightsaber is made of condensed white light. It looks like a shadow. With a light wave, everything the sword light touches will crack.

Whether it was a long sword, stone, wood, air or water, they were all split by the sword light, and nothing could stop it.

It seems that the sword light of Haoyang Divine Sword is more powerful than that of Guixu Divine Sword.

Only then did Fakong realize that what was said in the manual of the Haoyang Divine Sword was not an exaggeration. It was indeed a sword made of blazing light, invincible and invincible.

I thought it was attached to the sword and condensed the sword light on the sword, but it turned out that it was condensing white light into the sword out of thin air.

This is swordsmanship, not Buddhism, not the Great Light Mantra, so the sword light can be condensed, as if it has escaped the level of martial arts.

Dugu Xia Qing is indeed Dugu Xia Qing. She is the only one who can master such sword skills.

Just as Fakong was about to return to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, his mind suddenly moved and he appeared in Dayong Tianjing, in a small courtyard.

At this time, the small courtyard was crowded with beautiful women.

With colorful clothes fluttering and fragrance floating around, more than thirty beautiful women stood in the courtyard, staring eagerly at the hall.

The curtain of the hall was lowered, blocking the inside.

They didn't comment, closed their red lips, and stared at the door curtain without saying a word, ready to lean forward at any time.

Fakong appeared in front of these thirty beautiful women in a flash.

They were startled and looked over hurriedly. When they saw Fakong's appearance and that he was wearing a purple and gold cassock, they became even more curious.

The door curtain opened, revealing Mo Youlan dressed as Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen waved and said: "Master, please come in."

Fa Konghe Tithe: "What's the emergency, Miss Mo?"

"Master, come in and talk." Ning Zhenzhen lifted the door curtain to reveal the scene inside, but there were five people sitting on a bed.

Four beautiful women who still have charm are sitting cross-legged, and there is a young and beautiful woman in the middle.

Each of them stretched out a palm and pressed it on the young and beautiful woman.

The four women closed their eyes slightly, white steam steaming from their heads.

But the young and beautiful woman did not move at all, her face turned slightly blue, and she was already dead. It was just that the four of them were unwilling to do so.

"Master..." Ning Zhenzhen bowed solemnly: "Please take action to save the sect leader!"

Fakong looked at this beautiful woman.

Although her eyes are closed, she can still see her almond-shaped eyes and peach cheeks, and her face is like a full moon. She is truly a rare beauty.

"Master...?" Ning Zhenzhen said: "Can the sect master still be saved?"

Fakong looked at Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen stared at him solemnly.

Fakong said warmly: "Miss Mo, do you really want to save Sect Master Meng? You should think carefully about it."

"Yes." Ning Zhenzhen did not hesitate.

Fakong said: "If Sect Leader Meng dies, you, the deputy sect leader, will become the sect leader, right? Even so, do you still want to save her?"

"Master!" Ning Zhenzhen looked at Fa Kong with dissatisfaction: "Please hurry up and save people!"

The four beautiful women opened their eyes and looked at Fakong with burning eyes.

They looked dissatisfied, but they knew that what Fakong said was true.

If the sect leader cannot be saved, Junior Sister Mo will indeed temporarily take over as the sect leader.

In the event that the sect leader does not designate the next successor, all disciples will choose the sect leader.

And Junior Sister Mo is very likely to be the next sect leader, because Junior Sister Mo already has enough prestige, more prestige than Senior Sister and Second Senior Sister.

Who makes Junior Sister Mo not only have a high level of cultivation, but also have made great achievements several times, and she also has enough means to act, making her more qualified for the position of sect leader than Senior Sister and Second Senior Sister.

Fakong sighed, shook his head and said: "Idiot, that's all!"

He formed a seal with his hands, cast several rejuvenation spells and a pure heart spell together, and forcefully dragged the sect leader Meng Jie back from the gate of hell.

Dharma empty combined with the tithe: "The poor monk takes his leave."

Ning Zhenzhen stared closely at Meng Jie, whose face turned rosy quickly, and titheed absentmindedly, still staring at Meng Jie.

Fakong shook his head and disappeared in a flash.

Meng Jie suddenly opened his almond-shaped eyes.

"Sect Master!" Ning Zhenzhen was overjoyed.

The four beautiful women retracted their palms and looked at Meng Jie in surprise.

Meng Jie looked at Ning Zhenzhen, pursed his lips and smiled: "Junior sister Mo, you..."

Ning Zhenzhen said hurriedly: "Sect Master, your injury..."

Meng Jie looked down at his heart, touched it, and showed an admiring expression: "It's really amazing, everything is fine!"

Not only did she come back to life, but the wounds on her heart were also healed. It was truly a miraculous technique. The Dharma was like the sea, boundless and unbelievable.

"Congratulations, sect master!" The four girls smiled and got up to sit down.

Meng Jie also followed suit. After his feet landed on the ground, Ning Zhenzhen worriedly stepped forward to help him, but Meng Jie easily dodged him.

"Junior Sister Mo, I feel so good."

"It really doesn't matter?"

"Master Fakong you summoned, don't you know the master's magical power?" Meng Jie took a deep breath, felt the changes in his body, and smiled like a flower: "Back to normal, even better than before."

"Sect Master Jiren has his own destiny." Ning Zhenzhen said with emotion.

Meng Jie burst out laughing and bowed to Heshi in the direction of Shenjing: "Is this because I want to thank the Divine Monk Fakong, and the Divine Monk just left?"

Ning Zhenzhen said: "I will thank him later. Sect Master, please take a look and see if there is anything wrong."

"I'm perfectly fine," Meng Jie said with emotion, "I never thought I could survive."

She looked up to the sky.

The sky is clear and blue.

The sun is like fire.

She couldn't help but recall the moment when she was about to die, the darkness rushed in like a violent wave, swallowing her up violently. Her despair and unwillingness at that time were vivid and clear in her mind.

How desperate and unwilling she was at that time, she was so excited and happy now. Resurrection from the dead made her cherish life and love life even more.

There is no kindness better than the grace of saving a life, and the key to my own survival is not Monk Fakong, but Junior Sister Mo.

Without Junior Sister Mo inviting Divine Monk Fa Kong, how could Divine Monk Fa Kong come to save him?

"Sect Master, you are a lucky person." Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile.

The four beautiful women nodded gently: "Master, you are indeed a lucky person."

Valley bound

Meng Jie smiled and looked at Ning Zhenzhen: "Junior sister Mo, just as the monk Fakong said, you missed a good opportunity."

"What good opportunity did I miss?"

"The opportunity to be the leader of the clan."

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said: "If I can save the sect leader but don't, I will be trapped in self-blame and guilt all my life. So what if I become the sect leader?"

She shook her head and said: "What's more, compared to being the sect leader, I actually prefer to be the deputy sect leader. I don't have to be so tired and bear such heavy responsibilities. Isn't it more beautiful to be leisurely and comfortable?"

"Junior Sister Mo," Meng Jie said with a smile, "You are more capable than me, but you are just too indifferent."

"My nature is like this, and I really don't want to live too tiredly." Ning Zhenzhen said, "Sect Master, forgive me, but let me have some leisure time."
To be continued...