"Thank you, Master——!"

"He really is a divine monk!"

"Sister Cheng, you are absolutely right!"

"We unexpectedly met such a divine monk!"

Fakong scattered his handprints.

"Okay, let Master talk to Sister Cheng and the others alone. We don't want to stay here."

"Then let's go."

"Master, farewell."

As they said this, they quickly went downstairs with light steps.

In the blink of an eye, only Fakong and Cheng Jia were the only eighteen people left on the empty third floor.

"Master..." Cheng Jia and the others looked at Fa Kong with wet eyes.

For them, Fa Kong is a spiritual support and a support in their hearts.

Although it wasn't long ago, for them, it has been a long time.

Especially if they enjoy their stay here, the more comfortable they are, the more they will miss the dharma space that gave them all this.

Fakong felt their admiration and said warmly: "I will be the abbot of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple from now on, and I will always live in Shenjing. You can go there at any time to offer incense."

"real?!"

"The master actually became the abbot!"

The girls were immediately overjoyed.

Fakong said: "Is it hard to work here?"

I heard Ning Zhenzhen say that it must be very hard at Mingyue Embroidery Tower, and he understood after seeing Mingyue Embroidery Tower.

After all, it must take a lot of hard work to sell so many brocades every day.

"Although I am a little tired, I am very happy." Meng Qiaoer said with a playful smile: "Everyone was laughing and joking, it was so lively."

Cheng Jia nodded lightly.

All the girls smiled one after another.

People who have survived a catastrophe have taken everything in the world lightly. They don’t have so much concern for gains and losses, so they don’t have so much intrigue. They just want to be happier in the rest of their lives.

Fakong looked at Cheng Jia and the others, smiled and said: "But you are still not satisfied, are you?"

The girls fell silent immediately.

Fakong nodded slightly and said, "Do you want to practice martial arts?"

"...Yes!" Cheng Jia nodded slightly and admitted: "Master, we feel that we are redundant."

"Even if you work so hard, do you still feel like you are redundant?"

"Yes." Cheng Jiadao: "Although embroidery makes you feel peaceful, you will still feel empty after you are free. We have earned a lot of money, but we don't want to spend it. Why do we think we came to this world? Is it just to suffer?"

Fakong nodded slightly.

I can't find the meaning of existence, the meaning of living.

"Then why do we need to practice martial arts?"

"When I encounter danger again, I think I can save myself. When I see other women in danger, we can save them!" Cheng Jia said softly: "In this way, we will feel that our life has not been in vain."

Fakong glanced at the others.

Even the lively Meng Qiaoer looked at him with a serious face.

Fakong said: "Ming Yue'an should have martial arts skills, right?"

"We can't practice Mingyue'an's mental skills." Meng Qiaoer said helplessly: "The threshold is too high."

"Yeah, that's right."

"Those who don't have high thresholds will be of no use to us even if we practice them. They just keep in shape and can't beat others."

"You want something that doesn't have a high threshold and is incredibly powerful."

"...Are we too greedy?" Meng Qiaoer spat out her tongue in embarrassment: "We dare not mention these words to others. Master, you are not an outsider, so I can only tell you."

"Let me think about it." Fakong nodded.

They immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

They also felt that their demands were excessive.

There is no such good thing in the world. The threshold is low and the power is strong. Even though the magic skills are famous for being quick, in order to be really powerful, you still need to practice them to a sufficient level.

The magic power is fast in the early stage, but it will not be successful in the later stage.

So it doesn't meet their requirements.

"I'll go back and look for it." Fakong nodded and said, "Let's see if there is such a miraculous skill."

"Grandmaster……"

"It doesn't matter." Fakong said with a smile: "But you must also understand that people who practice martial arts are prone to death. If you only practice some physical fitness, you can live peacefully in Mingyue Xiulou and live for a long time. But if you practice

If you don't do that, it's too easy to die."

"Master, we have gained a lot by being able to survive until now. Even if we die suddenly, it doesn't matter."

"...Well, now that I've thought about it, I'll go back and look for it." Fakong nodded.

"Yeah, I've been talking for so long and I haven't made tea for the master yet." Meng Qiaoer clapped her hands and went to make tea as busy as a butterfly in a flower.

Fakong waved his hand: "That's it for today. I just came to see you. Since you are fine, I will go."

"Master, why are you leaving in such a hurry? You can have dinner with us."

"There's something else." Fakong smiled.

He titheed all the girls and drifted away.

——

After leaving Mingyue Xiu Building, he turned around and saw that the windows on the third floor were all open. Cheng Jia and the others were standing behind the windows, looking at him earnestly, their eyes full of nostalgia.

Fa Kong smiled, turned around and walked away.

Strolling leisurely through the streets of Shenjing, he enjoyed the fireworks and bustle of this world. He looked at the stalls or shops on both sides and occasionally walked over to ask.

When we returned to the outer courtyard, it was already half an hour later.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard crisp laughter. Xu Qingluo was lying next to the release pond, teasing the turtle.

Hearing the footsteps, Xu Qingluo looked up and rushed over in surprise: "Master."

Fakong looked at her and touched her head.

Xu Enzhi and Mrs. Xu came out of the main hall, titheed each other from afar, came closer and said with a smile: "I'm disturbing the master."

It's okay to say it with a smile.

"Master, my mentor is good at metal and stone, but his temperament is extremely stubborn, and I have offended my mentor again." Xu Enzhi said helplessly: "I went to Weng's Mansion yesterday and was rejected. I am really ashamed."

Fakong said: "Your surname is Weng?... Could it be that he is the Minister of Rites?"

"Yes, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites."

"It is indeed Mr. Weng." Fakong nodded.

Uncle Zu Huiling also talked about Mr. Weng.

"I thought about it and thought of a way."

"What method?"

"My mentor is a person who is extremely filial to his mother. Because his father died when my mentor was six years old, he was raised by his mother. The old lady worked hard and became ill due to overwork. She has been in poor health. She had a strange illness two years ago. In order to invite her to

The famous doctor even sold his mansion, but it's a pity..." Xu Enzhi shook his head helplessly: "Every doctor said that the old lady had consumed too much in her early years, and she was too weak to be replenished, and it was difficult to cure her with medicine and stone."

"Mr. Weng, please bring the old lady over and wait for me to take a look."

"...I'm afraid it won't work." Xu Enzhi showed a helpless look: "At first, eminent monks from several monasteries treated the old lady, but unfortunately it had no effect, and my mentor also had great opinions on the martial arts sect."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Xu En knew: "When my mentor was working in the local area, he saw many martial arts sects committing evil acts, so he hated the martial arts sects deeply."

"Buddha is destined to meet someone..." Fakong sighed: "In this case, we can only go to his house to have a look."

In order to understand the words in the unnamed Buddhist scriptures, it is not impossible to go to the doctor's home for treatment. Face is more important than losing face.

Xu Enzhi nodded slowly: "Then let's go over and have a look."

Fa Kong stretched out his hand.

Xu Enzhi turned around and told Mrs. Xu, Xu Qingluo and their two sons to stay in the other courtyard until he came back, and then go back together.
To be continued...