Fakong stood up and titheed: "I have met the prince."

"Father." Chu Yu clasped his fists.

Chu Xiang strode into the small pavilion, glanced at him lightly, ignored him, and smiled at Fakong: "Master, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"Your Majesty, you don't have to be so polite." Fakong smiled.

"Last night was really dangerous. If the master hadn't been here, the consequences would have been unpredictable..." His smile faded and his face became heavy: "This Lin Feiyang is hard to guard against!"

"The prince didn't capture him?"

"His Qinggong is astonishing, and he can reach thirty or forty feet in an instant. His Qinggong alone can't match it."

Fa Kong nodded.

"He is also a strange man, but he assassinated important members of the imperial court, and even Prince Nanxuan. He is really rampant and lawless." Chu Xiang said in a deep voice: "I don't know how much trouble such a madman will cause."

He shook his head: "Relying on miraculous achievements, treating the world's heroes as if they were nothing, and ignoring the laws of the court, alas... you are really bringing your own destruction."

Fa Kong nodded.

There are miraculous skills hidden in the shadows with no whereabouts, coupled with extreme lightness skills, you can advance silently and retreat freely, which will indeed make people bolder and ultimately lawless.

Don't you know that nothing is so easy in the world? No matter how powerful a person is, if he loses his respect, he will surely suffer the backlash from heaven and earth.

The more powerful you are, the more you have to hide them and use them to save your life at critical moments.

But this one was good, but he acted unscrupulously, as if he was afraid that others would not know his abilities.

This is setting yourself up as a target.

The world is so vast, with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and yin and yang complement each other. There will always be someone who can restrain his martial arts, and sooner or later he will be doomed.

Thinking of this, Fakong shook his head.

This is a very bad example and should be taken as a warning.

I have the magical power of indestructibility, but I can never make it known to everyone.

However, it is difficult to conceal the indestructible power of the Vajra because it is such a rare item, so the sword energy still needs to be practiced to gain a few more killer skills.

"Master Fakong, I have collected some rare Buddhist treasures over the years. Master, would you like to take a look?"

Fa Kong suddenly became interested.

What can enter the eyes of this King of Faith is definitely not an ordinary Buddhist weapon.

"Please——!" Chu Xiang smiled.

Then his face darkened slightly, and he glanced at Chu Yu lightly: "You can go too."

"Yes, father." Chu Yu was used to his indifference, so he didn't care and walked out with Fakong.

After three turns and two turns, we passed the neat courtyard of the Eighth Route Army and came to a temple.

Red walls and green tiles.

There are nine steps at the entrance of the temple.

Stepping into the temple gate, there is an exquisite incense burner in the middle of the courtyard, with smoke curling up into the sky.

Directly to the north is the Main Hall, and the left and right side halls are the Dharma King Hall, the Guanyin Hall and the Sutra Library.

This temple is dozens of times smaller than the King Kong Temple and the Great Leiyin Temple.

The open space in the center of the main hall is only ten meters square, which is a bit narrow, and the hall towers are much smaller than the Vajra Temple and the Great Leiyin Temple.

But although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs.

The tranquility and remoteness of the temple are achieved.

Fakong knew at a glance that this was the work of a famous artist and could not be made by ordinary craftsmen.

Being in this temple, I suddenly felt peaceful and peaceful, as if I was far away from the turmoil of the world and the troubles of the world.

"This is the Buddhist temple built by Madam." Chu Xiang smiled and said, "It is also the place where she comes most often."

We just invited away the eminent monks who were praying for Buddhist scriptures last night, so it is empty now.

Fakong moved towards the direction of the Main Hall.

"Master, follow me." Chu Xiang led him into the Sutra Collection Building.

The first floor is decorated with a dazzling array of Buddhist instruments.

There are sounding instruments, such as wooden fish, clear and clear, bells, and drums.

There are also personal utensils, a golden bowl, a Zen staff, a sword, and a whisk.

There are also some jewelry and necklaces.

There are also a few strings of Buddhist beads.

Fakong nodded and glanced across them without stopping.

When Chu Xiang saw him, he took him to the second floor.

The second floor is full of Buddhist scriptures.

However, these Buddhist scriptures are not like those of Da Leiyin Temple and Kongang Temple. Instead, they are placed in boxes and hidden deep inside.

Fa Kong stepped forward and opened it.

"Amitabha Sutra", "Huayan Sutra", "Lengyan Sutra", "Prajnaparamita Sutra"...

Except for the first "Amitabha Sutra", which was written by Sika Baye, the rest are all made of silk, which looks yellowish in color and shows its age.

Fa Kong took them one by one and looked through them.

When I opened the last Buddhist scripture, I found that it turned out to be a wordless book. The dim silk volume was also full of vicissitudes of time, but there was not a single word.

Fakong raised his head and looked at Chu Xiang.

Chu Xiang said: "This is indeed a Buddhist scripture. It was placed together with other Buddhist scriptures in an ancient temple. Those Buddhist scriptures turned into dust when touched for too long. Only this Buddhist scripture is in good condition. Unfortunately, the words on it are also

Gone."

He shook his head: "Maybe the ink used to write cannot withstand the power of time. It's a pity."

Fakong nodded thoughtfully.

This is also a common thing, as is the case with some Buddhist scriptures. The paper used can withstand time, but the ink cannot.

After all, ink is more likely to evaporate.

"These Buddhist scriptures are handed down from ancient times and can be said to be rare." Chu Xiang said: "For those of us who are not familiar with Buddhism, they may be just antiques, but they are rare for Buddhist disciples. Masters can pick some."

Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.

Chu Xiang said: "My wife, I need you to save me. I can't repay you for your great kindness. If my wife doesn't like these things too much, it's okay to give them all to the master."

He was more grateful for saving Xu Miaoru than for saving his own life.

It's just that he's not good at saying words of gratitude.

Not to mention using these Buddha treasures as gifts, even if the entire palace was given to Fa Kong, he would not hesitate.

Fakong smiled and shook his head, then reached out and took out the wordless scripture: "Then I will take this Buddhist scripture."

"Grandmaster……"

"The reward for saving the princess's life has been paid, and the prince will say no more."

"...Okay." Chu Xiang nodded helplessly.

Of course he also knew Chu Yu's original actions, because Xu Miaoru was seriously ill, and he had no intention of taking care of it.

And this is not a hope. There may be unexpected gains if there is another way.

I didn't expect it to be such a big gain.

——

Treetops in the moonlight.

Fakong sent away the three Chu Yu brothers, left the small pavilion where the smell of alcohol still lingered, and went to the center of the courtyard, bathed in the sunshine, and took out the wordless Buddhist scripture.

The moon is like water, and this Buddhist scripture has a faint light flashing through it.

But he looked at it for a long time and found nothing unusual.

It seemed as if the light just now was just an illusion.

Fakong did have a strange feeling about this wordless Buddhist scripture. It was a very weak feeling. If he hadn't had a keen sense, he might not have been able to detect this strange feeling.

Unfortunately, this wordless Buddhist scripture was mediocre. After he got it back, he tried many methods but got nothing.

No matter whether it is injecting true energy, condensing spirit, or even dripping blood, there is no reaction.

Until this flash of light just now.

He had no doubt about his eyesight. It was neither a dazzle nor an illusion. There was indeed a flash of white light.

Could it be that the material is different?
To be continued...