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Fozong is not very far from Jianfeng.

Because it is close to the center of the entire Canglan Region, it is suitable for teaching the Fa.

The entire Buddhist sect is on a mountain that is not very high, but has a huge range. The scenery here is extremely beautiful.

Even far away, I could hear the voices of Buddhist disciples reciting scriptures.

Not only the disciples in the Buddhist sect recite the scriptures all day, but now the Buddhist sect is very strict in recruiting disciples, and many people cannot worship the Buddhist sect, so they simply recite the scriptures directly at the foot of the Buddhist sect.

All of them exuded a peaceful attitude.

Unlike other disciples who were not recruited by other sects, there was no dissatisfaction and complaints.

At least, on the surface.

There are many buildings on the mountain.

The most conspicuous of them is a huge temple, which enshrines a Buddha statue, which is melted and cast with gold coins donated by believers.

The sun shines into it, reflecting the brilliant golden light.

If you want to pay homage to this Buddha statue, you must be the core disciple of Buddhism.

Moreover, no one dared to look directly at the Buddha statue, they all sat cross-legged in front of the temple and closed their eyes and recited scriptures.

Someone once looked directly at the Buddha statue, and was directly regarded as a demon monk by the fat monk. He turned into a Buddha light in public and disappeared from this world.

At this time, in a quiet place on the mountain peak, there is a bamboo forest.

The fat monk and the young monk are playing Go here.

"Senior brother, let Huiming save those arrogant swordsmen. If they are discovered by the major sects, will the Buddhist sect become the target of public criticism?"

The young monk said with some concern.

"It is the right thing for us to spread the Dharma. Since it is the right thing, we should not consider what the consequences will be. We just need to consider whether we should do it or not."

The fat monk said with a calm expression on his face.

The young monk nodded thoughtfully.

After the fat monk paused,

Continued: "What's more, our Buddhist sect is not afraid of trouble from the major sects. If they want to come, they will be saved together."

Although it has only been a few decades, the Canglan Territory is simply a blue ocean that has not been opened up. A large number of disciples have produced an unimaginable power of belief.

Even if the Sword God Canglan came, he was not afraid at all.

"That's true."

The young monk nodded.

The power of belief of many believers is the foundation of their Buddhism.

He then said: "But as long as Huiming is careful when he is trying to save those arrogant swordsmen, nothing should go wrong."

"That's nature. Huiming's understanding is unparalleled among many disciples."

The fat monk said indifferently: "It is completely easy to save those arrogant swordsmen."

The young monk nodded.

Unless someone has a higher cultivation base than Hui Ming, but among those arrogant swordsmen, there is naturally no such person.

Moreover, even if someone's cultivation level is higher than that of Huiming, as long as Huiming shows the golden body of the Buddha, no one can resist.

The two then continued to play chess.

In the blink of an eye, it was already evening, and the game of chess was almost over.

"Not good, not good."

At this moment, a little monk ran over in a panic, his eyes full of panic.

Hearing the anxious voice of the little monk, the fat monk couldn't help but not wrinkle.

This little monk's Dharma talent is also good, and he is very patient on weekdays, but why is it suddenly like this today.

"Peace."

The fat monk didn't ask what happened, but said lightly.

He didn't think anything was going to happen.

These two words of his seem to have magic power.

The little monk, who had been extremely flustered, quickly regained his calm when he heard these two words.

"The disciple is wrong."

The little monk said apologetically.

"Come on, what happened."

Fat monk This is the slow way.

"An accident happened to Huiming. He was killed by the elders of the various sects in Jianfeng."

The little monk said slowly.

"What did you say?"

The fat monk, who was still extremely shocked, changed his face suddenly after hearing the words, and said, "How is it possible, why did those sect elders kill Huiming?"

The young monk next to him was also shocked.

Doubtful eyes looked at the little monk, and even a little bit of disbelief.

"It seems... it seems that Huiming has been enchanted."

The little monk said slowly.

Hearing what he said, the fat monk was even more shocked. Huiming was his favorite apprentice, and he had a very high understanding of Buddhism, so how could he possibly fall into the devil.

At this time, a middle-aged monk flew over, and he was holding Hui Ming.

"Host, this Huiming is really enchanted, and his demonic energy is amazing."

The middle-aged monk said, and placed Huiming's body in front of the old monk.

The fat monk got up and looked at Huiming's corpse with shock and wonder on his face.

This Huiming was really enchanted.

"what on earth is it."

The fat monk asked in a deep voice.

"This...I don't know...I learned from the mouths of the major sects that Huiming had already been enchanted when he came out of Jianfeng, and he attacked randomly, and was finally killed."

The middle-aged monk said slowly.

The fat monk checked Huiming and found that he was not injured, nor had he been invaded by demons.

This filled the fat monk's heart with doubts, and he didn't understand why Huiming was so obscurely obsessed.

"Could it have something to do with the disciples who took swords from Jianfeng from the major sects?"

The young monk guessed.

Hearing the words, the fat monk pondered slightly, then nodded and said, "This is the only possibility."

"What should we do now?"

asked the young monk.

"Investigate and see who went to Jianfeng to take out a good sword that day, and then see who was not saved."

The fat monk said solemnly.

The young monk nodded, and then went to prepare.

The fat monk squeezed out a Buddha seal and penetrated it into Huiming's corpse.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Huiming turned into a beam of Buddha light and merged into this mountain peak.

Even if it is dead, it is not wasted.

......

Luoluo took the ancient boat and returned to the sect with many of his disciples.

And many disciples in the sect were envious when they learned that Luoluo had actually obtained a Taixu sword.

They had speculated before that Luoluo, being Qin Feng's disciple, would definitely be able to get a good sword, but they didn't expect the sword's rank to be so high.

"As expected of a disciple taught by Sword God Canglan!"

Many people from Taixuanzong couldn't help but sigh.

In the past, when Luoluo first came to Taixuanzong, that bone was very ordinary, not even suitable for cultivation.

As a result, it has been so long, and it is already so powerful.

And Luoluo didn't have any pride in the face of everyone's praise, and happily returned to Gufeng to announce the good news to Qin Feng.

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