Chu Xiang said coldly: "Why, you don't dare to check?"

"...I obey!" Yue Minghui gritted his teeth, packed his fists heavily, turned around and strode away.

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Master Murong turned into a ray of light and shadow, passing over the city head, passing over the roof, and landed directly in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple.

It was already dusk and the lanterns were starting to turn on.

Four lanterns were hung on the door of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, which illuminated it brightly, especially the golden plaque on it glittered.

The four small characters "Siyuan Jushi" are particularly clear.

Just as Master Murong was about to speak, Monk Huiling had already jumped down and frowned: "Old Murong, why are you here again?"

"Fakong is back?"

"No, no." Monk Huiling waved his hand and glanced at Wang Qingshan, who was dying: "Why bother? Let him talk about his unfinished business. It would be great to go on the journey in peace."

"Hui——Ling——!" Master Murong's face was gloomy and he stared at him.

Monk Huiling curled his lips and said: "Wealth and honor are in heaven, life and death are determined by fate, and this is his fate."

Master Murong's eyes narrowed slightly: "Fakong is really not here?"

"Why are you lying to me?" Monk Huiling said: "It's a meritorious deed to be able to save someone. It's a pity that this little guy doesn't have this life. There's nothing we can do about it. Alas... No one can resist death. Don't you think so, Murong?

Old man?"

Master Murong's face was as gloomy as iron, and he was about to rush in in a flash, but Monk Huiling stood in the way: "What are you doing!?"

Master Murong said coldly: "Get out of the way!"

"You want to forcefully break into my Vajra Temple?!" Monk Huiling's eyes widened, and his face sank: "Old Murong, who gave you the face!"

"Give or not?"

"No!"

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Don't blame me for being ruthless if you dare to take action!"

"Huiling, if Qingshan dies, you, the disciples of Vajra Temple, will pay for it!"

"Hey, what a joke!" Monk Huiling said disdainfully: "Could it be that my disciples from the Vajra Temple killed this kid? You don't go to the murderer to apologize, but you want to go to the rescuer to apologize. You Chenghai Dao are quite capable!"

"Uncle Huiling Master, what are you doing?" Fakong's voice suddenly sounded. He was wearing a fluttering purple gold cassock and was coming slowly from Suzaku Avenue, walking calmly.

Lin Feiyang followed behind him.

I kept shaking my head in my mind.

The monk was really baffled. He turned around here and there, and even walked around outside the city, and looked at the scenery for a while at the top of a mountain.

The sun has set and it's so gray that you can't see anything. What scenery is there to see?

Now that I finally came back, I encountered this problem.

He was in high spirits and came to Monk Huiling. He chuckled and said, "Old monk, is there someone in trouble?"

His eyes had been fixed on Master Murong and he felt threatened.

Master Murong's aura was at full strength. In Fa Kong's eyes, the halo behind his head was as bright as the bright moon. Lin Feiyang couldn't see the halo, but he could also feel Master Murong's amazing aura.

Fakong said: "What are you two doing?...Hmm -? Wang Qingshan? Who is harming him?"

Master Murong glared over: "Fakong?"

Fakong Heshi: "The poor monk Fakong, I wonder who Mr. Fakong is...?"

"Hey, Master Murong, the great master of Chenghai Dao, is not a good person." Monk Huiling snorted: "I want you to save this little guy."

"Amitabha." Fa Kongheshi announced the Buddha's name with a look of compassion on his face: "The poor monk came a step too late. This prince has already expired and died, Amitabha!"

Master Murong looked down and saw that he was arguing with Huiling just now, but he didn't realize that Wang Qingshan had expired.

Lin Feiyang suddenly realized and looked at Fa Kong with a look of compassion on his face.

He finally understood.

Master Murong lowered his head and said nothing, motionless.
Chapter completed!