"What other treasures do you want?" Chu Ling said: "I can't give it to you, but it's okay for you to have a look and open your eyes."

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "No need."

Once or twice is fine, but any more will make the emperor anxious.

He didn't think Chu Ling's actions could be concealed from the emperor, so he still had to be more sensible. He was not the emperor's opponent yet.

Even if one day I can really defeat the emperor, I'm afraid I can't do it forcefully, after all, the Vajra Temple is still working hard.

Chu Ling snorted lightly and looked at him sideways: "You are just being hypocritical."

Fakong said: "If I don't be pretentious, the emperor will come to me."

"So you are timid."

"If I weren't timid, I would be dead."

"You are a divine monk."

"The holy monk is just a false name," Fakong said with a smile: "If you really want to be called a holy monk and feel that you are a god, that would be really hurtful."

Chu Ling was startled.

Fakong's words suddenly touched her greatly.

Yes, others call him a divine monk, but he never changes because of this title. He remains the same as before.

If it were anyone else, would it still be the same?

Will he be more reserved, have a higher airs, or have a higher level of pomp and self-esteem?

But he remained as usual, unaffected.

This kind of character is truly worthy of the name of a divine monk.

"Okay, then I won't get the treasure." Chu Ling said.

She was so enthusiastic this time, but she actually felt guilty.

She felt that Fakong had made such great achievements, but the emperor did not give him a special generous reward, which was too petty, and she had to make up for it instead.

Fakong accepted it calmly, and she was very happy.

But he only accepted two treasures, and one of them was fake. By the way, he also helped solve an old secret.

Although this secret made my father throw a tea cup and curse him angrily all night, he felt at ease now.

"Your Highness, it's enough now." Fakong smiled: "The relic of the holy monk is enough, there is no need for more."

"Okay." Chu Ling grabbed the ebony sword and turned around to leave.

Fakong coughed lightly and said, "Your Highness."

Chu Ling stopped and turned to look at him.

Fakong looked at the silk handkerchief in her hand.

Chu Ling looked down and looked at him in confusion.

Fakong said: "Let's destroy this."

He flicked it lightly.

Chu Ling felt a slight tremor in her palm, and then the silk handkerchief on her hand turned into powder and slipped out from between her fingers.

She glared at Fakong and hummed: "What is this for?"

Fakong smiled and said, "It's better to be careful."

"As if I can harm you." Chu Ling's face turned red in anger.

She immediately understood Fakong's intention.

He purposely broke the handkerchief to prevent her from using Fa Kong's essence and blood to do bad things and harm him.

Monk Fakong went too far. He even had to guard himself, which was really chilling.

"Your Highness, I can trust you." Fa Kong looked at her gently and said calmly: "But if you return to the palace..."

"Humph, who cares about harming you!"

"There are countless people in the world who want to kill me, not to mention that I have blocked the path of many doctors, eminent monks, and various martial arts sects..." Fakong shook his head: "If I were not careful, my bones would have been cold by now. .”

Chu Ling snorted, turned around and left.

Fakong shook his head and smiled.

——

Fakong was watching with a clean bottle, immersed in drunkenness, when Lin Feiyang suddenly appeared and whispered: "The six paths of the Demon Sect are fighting."

Fa Kong nodded lightly.

"Some people from Diaoyue Dao went to find Young Master Li, but Young Master Li killed two great masters, deposed six masters, and the rest escaped."

"Only Diaoyue Road?"

"Yes." Lin Feiyang nodded and said, "Feeling that their alliance was split, Diao Yuedao couldn't help but go to argue."

"The current Young Master Li..." Fakong shook his head.

Li Ying is so bloodthirsty now, partly because she has changed her mind, and partly because she has mastered the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique.

"Young Master Li is extremely powerful now." Lin Feiyang praised: "It's really amazing, I admire you."

He felt that this was the happiest way, so that's what he should do.

Kill them until rivers of blood flow, and kill them so that they dare not stand up, then everyone will be honest.

They dare to be so presumptuous because they see Li Ying as a woman and she also cares about the overall situation. In fact, they are bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.

But it's different now.

He could see that the Six Paths of the Demon Sect were now a little scared. Didn't he realize that only Diao Yuedao, a newbie, dared to come and argue?

The remaining two don't even dare to fart at all. This is majesty, why bother to compromise!

Guys like the Demon Sect are simply afraid of power rather than morality. In one word: kill.

Fakong glanced at him and shook his head.

Killing blindly will not solve the problem, it will only create and cover up the problem, and eventually it will explode.

Looking at it now, the effect is excellent, crisp and neat.

Don't you know that the disaster has been laid, and there will always be a time when it will break out in the future? It's not that we don't retaliate, because the time has not yet come.

Seeing him like this, Lin Feiyang hurriedly said: "Abbot, can I secretly help Young Master Li?"

"Don't get involved in their affairs." Fakong said seriously.

"Yes." Lin Feiyang could only agree.

Fu Qinghe came over at this time and titheed: "Abbot."

Fakong nodded and said warmly: "Fu Qinghe, what's the matter?"

"I want to go back to the Tianhai Sword Sect."

"Go ahead."

Seeing how happy he was, Fu Qinghe hesitated.

Fakong smiled and said: "Let's go, there must be unfinished business, right?"

"...The anniversary of my master's death is here." Fu Qinghe said slowly: "I want to go back and pay homage."

Lin Feiyang said hurriedly: "Old Fu, can they allow you to pay homage? The guys from the Tianhai Sword Sect are not that open-minded, are they?"

"I will go secretly," Fu Qinghe said.

Lin Feiyang still felt it was inappropriate: "Old Fu, in my opinion, it's better to lay a memorial ceremony here than to go over there."

He felt that the guys from the Tianhai Sword Sect would definitely cause trouble, and might destroy Fu Qinghe to take revenge on the abbot.

Now Fu Qinghe is like one of the abbot's arms, and he is the other arm. To abolish Fu Qinghe's martial arts is like cutting off one of the abbot's arms.

This will indeed retaliate against the abbot.

Moreover, Fu Qinghe was originally a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect. Such abolition of martial arts can be said to be the internal affairs of the Tianhai Sword Sect and not the turn of outsiders.

Fu Qinghe shook his head slowly with a firm expression.

"Okay, let's go." Fakong waved his hand to stop Lin Feiyang.

"Thank you, Abbot." Fu Qinghe saluted, turned around and exited the small courtyard.

Lin Feiyang looked at his back and said worriedly: "Abbott, if I go back like this, I will throw myself into a trap. Now that he is in our temple, no matter how angry the Tianhai Sword Sect is, they will not dare to stretch their claws. But when the Tianhai Sword Sect arrives,

territory……"

Fa Kong nodded.

Lin Feiyang continued: "They may even use Fu Qinghe as bait to lure you over."
To be continued...