More importantly, the branch temple is your own foundation, and these foundations are your handles.

If he catches her, she should also catch her own, as a countermeasure to avoid being beaten and unable to fight back.

However, despite this, if there is an opportunity to establish a branch temple, it is still necessary to establish a branch temple, not necessarily the outer courtyard of Konggang Temple. This will be more sensitive to the court and harder to approve.

Just a branch temple of your own is enough.

Becoming the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple will distract one's own faith, which Vajra Temple does not need.

While he was eating the food, enjoying the delicious food, he was thinking about possible solutions.

After Yang Shuangting got rid of Jiao Changhe, with the promotion of Yang Shuangting, the daughter of the prefect, this matter was easily accomplished.

Outside the courtyard of the Jade Butterfly Sect, a blue figure suddenly appeared and stopped outside the courtyard door, but it was a handsome young man in blue robe.

His face was as pale as paper, there was blood at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were blurry and almost out of focus.

"Bang!" He hit the door of the other courtyard hard.

Suddenly, a small hole opened in the door of the courtyard. A pair of beautiful eyes looked around, but found nothing strange, and then opened the door.

The handsome young man fell limply on the threshold, unconscious.

The girl who opened the door looked at him and didn't rush to take action. Instead, she called out in a loud voice: "Senior Sister Ding! Senior Sister Ding!"

Ding Xingqing came out wearing a blue shirt. When she saw the young man, she looked at him for a few times, then stepped forward to check his injuries and muttered: "It's Mr. Zhu, take him in."

After she finished her instructions, she jumped up to the courtyard gate and stood on a high place looking down at her surroundings.

After a moment, she floated down, her body flashed, and she came directly to the outside of Ning Zhenzhen's courtyard and knocked on the door gently.

Ning Zhenzhen was practicing his sword in the courtyard. The shadow of his sword was vague and he raised his voice: "Come in."

Ding Xingqing pushed the door open and entered the small courtyard, clasping her fists and saying: "Sect Master, Mr. Zhu Cisui was seriously injured and passed out when he arrived at our door."

"Master Zhu Cisui..." Ning Zhenzhen sheathed her sword, took the white towel handed by Ding Xingqing and wiped her white forehead: "How is he injured?"

Ding Xingqing said: "All the internal organs were severely injured, and they were also poisoned. The internal energy thief disappeared from the building. He must have used secret techniques to escape, leaving only his last breath."

Ning Zhenzhen handed her the white towel: "Are there no pursuers?"

"Not yet." Ding Xingqing took the white towel and stared at Ning Zhenzhen: "Sect Master, do you want to save him?"

"What do you think?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.

Ding Xingqing shook her head: "I don't think there is any need to save him. After all, he is a member of the Jinghua Sect. Who knows whether he will become our opponent in the future."

"What if we save him?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.

Ding Xingqing clutched the white towel and thought for a while, and finally shook her head: "Sect Master, I think that instead of hoping that he will repay his kindness, it is better not to leave any future troubles."

Her bright eyes were burning with murderous intent.

Ning Zhenzhen pondered, walked a dozen steps with his hands behind his hands, and suddenly stopped: "Go and save him."

She handed a string of Buddhist beads on Hao's wrist to Ding Xingqing: "Put it on him and save him."

"Yes." Ding Xingqing agreed without hesitation, took the beads, hung up the white towel and walked out of the yard.

Ning Zhenzhen sat down at the stone table and took a sip of tea.

After finishing a cup of tea, he got up and went to the main hall of the other courtyard, where he saw several girls gathered around a low couch.

Zhu Cisui was sitting cross-legged on the low couch, with white steam steaming from his head, and his pale face revealed weakness, frailty and melancholy.

Ning Zhenzhen walked lightly into the main hall without making any sound. Instead, she stood behind the girls and looked at Zhu Cisui.

The girls soon discovered Ning Zhenzhen, and quickly looked away, clasping their fists and making no sound, so as not to disturb Zhu Cisui's healing.
Chapter completed!