She suddenly turned around and looked.

Fa Kong dressed in purple and gold cassock and appeared beside her.

She tithes.

Monk Yuande is also in harmony.

Fakong looked around and said with a smile: "These few are not dead yet, do you want to revive them, Master?"

"Not dead?" Monk Yuande was surprised.

He sensed that they had no breath, no vitality, and were already dead. How could they not be dead yet?

Fakong said: "If I take action, I can save them."

Monk Yuande looked solemn.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Just treat them as dead. Even if they are saved, there will be no gratitude, only hatred."

Monk Yuande pondered.

Fakong looked at Monk Yuande with a smile: "Master, you decide, whether to save or not to save."

Ning Zhenzhen and everyone else looked at Monk Yuande.

Monk Yuande thought for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Save it, God has the virtue of good life, how can a poor monk not save him in the face of death!"

"Okay." Fakong responded and formed a seal to sprinkle down the sweet rain.

Under the rejuvenation spell, the eight people suddenly turned over and sat up.

"Well--!"

"Well--!"

…

All eight people took a long breath, their chests bulged violently, and they kept inhaling and inhaling again, as if they were trying to suck all the air in the world into their lungs.

After sucking for a while, their chests had bulged into a hemisphere, and then they breathed out all the breath: "Hiss--!"

Hissing breath whistled like the wind.

The entire courtyard seemed to be stirred by their breath, forming a violent wind.

They blushed, looked around, and realized that they were not dead, but alive again.

"Amitabha!" Monk Yuande proclaimed the Buddha's name and praised Fakong's rejuvenation mantra for its wonderful ability to bring the dead back to life.

A green shadow faintly passed over the eight people.

The black scarves on their faces disappeared, revealing eight faces, each with extremely ugly expressions.

Ning Zhenzhen appeared at the end of the green shadow. She had returned to her original position, and she still had eight black cloth face towels in her hands, which she gently threw aside.

Her incredible speed allowed her to slap eight people in the palm of their hands before they could react, and then took off their headscarves.

Their faces were not good-looking before, but they were pale, weak, and bloodless, but now they look ugly because of their ugly expressions.

Resentful looks flashed in their eyes, and they stared at Ning Zhenzhen.

They stared at Ning Zhenzhen, stood up with difficulty, and got together.

Two middle-aged people stood at the front, and the remaining six stood at the back. The status hierarchy was clearly visible.

Ning Zhenzhen said calmly: "Master Yuande was merciful and saved your lives. It's a pity that you will not be grateful for this, but will take revenge."

A middle-aged man gritted his teeth and forced his voice out: "Mo Youlan, instead of abolishing our martial arts, it's better to kill us directly!"

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Master Yuande said that God has the virtue of good life, otherwise, you will not survive this time."

"Hey!" The middle-aged man sneered.

Monk Yuande said warmly: "Elder Meng, you have gone too far this time at Divine Sword Peak."

"Master, do you really want to wade into this muddy water?" The middle-aged man looked at Monk Yuande coldly: "Do you want to put the Great Miaolian Temple in danger?"

"Our temple cannot stand by and look on coldly when the strong bullies the weak." Monk Yuande said: "I only advise Shenjian Peak to be merciful and to be merciful."

"Haha——!" Meng Qi, a middle-aged man, suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

The other seven men stared at Monk Yuande with angry expressions on their faces.

Monk Yuande calmly watched Meng Qi laugh wildly.

After Meng Qi laughed wildly for several times, he stopped smiling, shook his head and said, "Monk Yuande, are you confused?"

Monk Yuande didn't get angry and looked at him calmly.

Meng Qi sneered: "If you have to spare others, please spare them? Are you talking about us or the Jade Butterfly Sect? Who is killing whom now?!"

"If you didn't take the initiative to attack, how could there be such evil consequences?" Monk Yuande shook his head.

According to the results of the battle, it was indeed Shenjian Peak that suffered.

If you think about it carefully, this is indeed a bit strange.

Both times, Divine Sword Peak lost masters, but Jade Butterfly Sect lost no disciples.

I didn't think about the reason carefully before and just thought it was Fakong who took action in secret. Now it seems that it's not just because of Fakong, but that the strength of Jade Butterfly Sect is far stronger than imagined.

Who knew that the Jade Butterfly Sect's sword array could be so powerful!

Meng Qi sneered: "We are seeking revenge, not bullying. It's hard to say who is strong and who is weak!"

"Amitabha." Monk Yuande said: "When will the injustice be repaid? Why should we be so persistent? If we continue to entangle, more people will die."

"If you don't avenge this, I, Divine Sword Peak, will never be a human being!" Meng Qi said coldly: "Da Miaolian Temple must protect them."

Monk Yuande remained silent.

This is the default.

Meng Qi sneered: "Da Miao Lian Temple deceives people too much!... Do you really think that this world belongs to your Da Miao Lian Temple? As soon as the disciples of Da Miao Lian Temple appear, all the sects will retreat?"

Monk Yuande shook his head.

The Great Myolian Temple has such power, but it must not be acknowledged.

Meng Qidao: "In my opinion, it is you, the Great Miaolian Temple, who bullies the weak. Did the masters of the Great Miaolian Temple manipulate the hearts of ordinary people, see how beautiful they all are, and feel pity for them, and help them? You want to move them and help them."

Let’s hold each other in our arms and enjoy the ecstasy of a handful of warm and fragrant nephrite?”

Monk Yuande smiled and shook his head.

Meng Qi sneered: "Did I tell you right? Monk Yuande also had a mortal heart? It's not your fault, Monk Yuande. It's just that the disciples of the Jade Butterfly Sect are too beautiful. It's hard for a hero to be a beauty."

Oryzae

Monk Yuande said warmly: "Elder Meng, you are also a dignified elder. Why do you say these self-derogatory words?"

He said calmly: "Also, Elder Qi, you can leave and go back to take care of yourself. From now on, you will get rid of the grudges in the martial arts world and have no worries."

Meng Qi sneered.

Another middle-aged man with a square face said in a deep voice: "Monk Yuande, why on earth do you, the Great Miaolian Temple, want to help the Jade Butterfly Sect? We are extremely puzzled, just because they are women?"

Monk Yuande shook his head.

Qi Zheng frowned and said, "The holy monk can't say that? Is it really because of their beauty?"

He sat calmly on the ground, the sword wound on his body was no longer bleeding, his face was weak and pale, but he exuded calmness.

It seems that it was not him who died once and returned to life again, and it was not him who died after being struck by several swords. He was calm and calm, with neither anger nor hatred.

Monk Yuande said slowly: "A poor monk cannot save everyone in the world, but he can do his best if he has heard about it."

"Because the Jade Butterfly Sect has found a divine monk." Qi Zhengdao.

Monk Yuande Heshi said: "The Jade Butterfly Sect has an excellent reputation, how could we not save it?"

Qi Zheng showed a smile: "It's also because they are beautiful."

Monk Yuande smiled and did not refute. He seemed to acquiesce, but also seemed to disdain to refute and explain.

He secretly wondered, didn't they see Master Fakong? Didn't they recognize Master Fakong?

Why did they turn a blind eye to Master Fakong when he was clearly standing there? If they recognized Master Fakong, they would have guessed the reason.

Qi Zheng glanced at Meng Qi and the other six middle-aged people, and said calmly: "Let's go."

Meng Qi sneered: "Monk, can we go?"

"I hope Elder Meng and Elder Qi can eliminate their hostility and stop persisting."

"Hey." Meng Qi sneered.

Monk Yuande's words made him feel extremely hypocritical.

If it was Monk Yuande himself who was killed, would he not be violent and take revenge if the master of Da Myoulian Temple was killed?

It's simply impossible.

To put it bluntly, it's just a matter of the jungle and the strong. Shenjian Peak suffers because it is too weak and not strong enough.
To be continued...