Comparing the two, he gained a new understanding.

He wanted to try if he could combine the Jade Liquid Solid Form Technique with the Taiyin Small Form Refining Technique. Even if they couldn't be integrated into one body, they could still promote each other and become better than before.

Xu Qingluo suddenly became infinitely curious.

Fakong drank the wine and admired the bright moon, waving his hand: "Go ahead."

"Yes." Xu Qingluo responded, exited lightly, and ran to continue the discussion with Chu Ling and the others.

Therein lies the matter of taking refuge.

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In Xiaomiaolian Temple, the sound of chanting sutras and the sound of wooden fish can be heard lingering.

Monk Yuande was practicing boxing in his small courtyard. Suddenly he felt something, stopped his boxing, turned around and walked out of the small courtyard, left Xiaomiaolian Temple, passed through the noisy crowd on the street, and arrived at Yongkong Temple.

As soon as he arrived outside the gate of Yongkong Temple, the gate of Yongkong Temple was opened.

But it was Fa Wu who was standing behind the door, saluting respectfully: "Master Yuande, abbot, please invite me."

Now that the danger was resolved, they returned to Yongkong Temple.

Several people from Dharma took turns to welcome the guest monks, and today it was the turn of Dharma Enlightenment.

Now that he saw Monk Yuande, his heart was as calm as water, with no disturbance, only encouragement and ambition to forge ahead.

Monk Yuande titheed without saying a word and stepped into the temple. Without Fawu's guidance, he arrived at the abbot's courtyard of Fakong.

Fakong was admiring flowers in the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

The flowers are still wet with dew, tender and bright, which is refreshing to look at, as if you are immersed in the freshness.

Monk Yuande came closer.

Fa Kong turned around and said with a smile: "Master, there is good news."

Monk Yuande's eyes lit up: "Is it possible that Old Man Jiuyuan has gone crazy?"

Fakong smiled and said: "I have sent him to heaven."

Monk Yuande was stunned for a moment and looked at him dubiously.

Fakong smiled and said, "Master, don't you believe it?"

"Old man Jiuyuan?" Monk Yuande asked: "It's him, right?"

Fakong reached out and took it out from his sleeve, then smiled and threw a bright red cinnabar sign to Monk Yuande.

Monk Yuande took it and looked it over. His expression quickly became serious. He looked at the red sign and then looked at Fakong: "Is this really the Nine Yuan Old Man?"

He has seen this picture of a token, and this one is the leader token of the Nine Yuan Sect.

Fakong smiled and said: "It seems that I will take you to see his body, but it is not close to here."

"It doesn't matter whether you are near or far." Monk Yuande said.

Fakong said: "I'd better bring him here... Even though he'll be buried in peace, I can't care less."

"I'd better go." Monk Yuande said, "I also want to see what the fight will be like."

He wanted to observe the scene of the fight, to understand the situation at that time, and to take the opportunity to see the reality of Fakong.

Fakong nodded, took out a map from his sleeve, pointed on the map, and told Monk Yuande the location.

Monk Yuande took the map, turned around and left.

He first went to Xiaomiaolian Temple to report to the national preceptor, the old monk Benyin, and then set off directly to the place Fakong mentioned.

Two nights later, he arrived at the small mountain village and found Fakong halfway up a mountain peak.

The bright moon hangs high in the night sky.

The clear light shrouded the mountain peaks, and the woods were quiet.

Fa Kong sat quietly in front of a grave.

He came to Fakong and looked at the tombstone. When he saw what was written on it, he whispered: "Is this the tomb of Old Man Jiuyuan?"

Fakong pointed to the grave: "He is inside, open it and take a look?"

"Amitabha!" Monk Yuande announced the Buddha's name and chanted sutras in a low voice.
Chapter completed!