Although Fan Ning was worried, he knew that Fa Kong was acting prudently. After being reminded, Fa Kong decided not to leave, so he didn't say much.

Everyone at the table was talking, laughing, and talking loudly, which made it so noisy that people at the same table had to speak loudly to be heard.

Fakong's table seemed very quiet.

Xu Qingluo's big eyes were shining brightly and she said softly: "Master, which group of people are going to fight?"

It's so noisy that you can talk safely, but it's hard to hear.

Fakong drank wine leisurely, observing the surroundings in his mind's eye, and even saw the Dayan Temple in the distance.

From Wangjiang Tower, you can view Dayan Temple.

The lights in Dayan Temple are brightly lit and it is quiet.

Outside Dayan Temple, dozens of pilgrims were discussing.

They gathered in several groups, here and there, pointing, and their discussions were full of dissatisfaction and anger.

Outside Dayan Temple, four ordinary-looking middle-aged men stood quietly, ignoring the comments of the pilgrims.

They were only responsible for not letting the disciples of the Dayan Temple come out, and they ignored the rest. Not to mention the curses from the pilgrims, they also ignored the disciples of the Dayan Temple.

Fa Kong shook his head secretly.

It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.

I originally thought that Feng Chaoling was a domineering person, after all, he wanted to make himself a murderer.

But looking now, he turns out to be a kind-hearted person.

I really don’t know what the emperor saw in him. Could it be that he was kind-hearted and soft-hearted, and that he could rely on his heart?

Fa Kong meditates on the abbot Zhiming of Dayan Temple.

He was sitting cross-legged in a quiet room, motionless, with a solemn and majestic appearance, like an eminent monk.

Fakong felt that this Zhiming monk was interesting, but the disciple didn’t know anything about what he was doing?

I'm afraid not necessarily.

Wealth and honor were sought in danger, and their master and disciples worked really hard to make Dayan Temple famous.

Lin Feiyang looked at the sky and said nothing, lowered his voice, leaned over and whispered softly: "Several times."

"How many batches are there?" Xu Qingluo asked quickly.

Lin Feiyang said softly: "There are four groups in total, Kunshan Holy Cult, Cantian Dao, Qianlong Guard, and the chased Monk Jingfan, the one who injured several princesses."

"That?" Xu Qingluo became more interested and whispered: "He didn't escape from Shenjing?"

"Stay here."

"How bold." Xu Qingluo said excitedly: "Does he have any secret skills that can completely cover up his aura?"

"Hmph, if he hadn't wiped out all his breath, Qianlongwei would have nothing to rely on, and he would have been caught long ago, and the secret technique would be useless!"

"He is indeed a powerful person. First he erased his aura, and then stayed in Shenjing. If it were me, I wouldn't dare to stay in Shenjing." Xu Qingluo praised.

She felt that she would never do such a risky thing, so it was better to play it safe and just escape from Shenjing.

Lin Feiyang curled his lips, disapprovingly.

This isn't about being powerful, it's about being reckless. It's because you don't know how powerful the Qianlong Guard is. Do you really think that the Qianlong Guard can't deal with him?

At this moment, the two Qianlong guards who were drinking and talking in low voices raised their arms and waved to the two middle-aged men who had just stepped onto the stairs.

The two middle-aged men nodded.

They walked towards that table, and when they were halfway there, they suddenly stopped and their expressions changed slightly.

"Brother Huang, what's wrong?"

"There's a situation!"

"Um--?"

"That guy's around!"

"Um--?!!"

"Don't be so cool and keep walking!"

The two came to the table and sat down. They transmitted the message into the secret and told them what they had discovered. The expressions of the two people who had arrived earlier changed slightly.

They never expected that the guy would be in Shenjing without any effort at all.

"Don't move yet, summon us."

"Exactly."

"Surround the entire Wangjiang Tower and don't let anyone go. This time he won't be able to escape!"

"Do those two monks look like him?"

"no."

"Are you proficient in the art of disguise?"

"He shouldn't be dressed as a monk. He should be dressed as someone who is completely opposite to a monk. We will surround him later and catch them all. Just check them one by one!"

"Just do it this way, we will never let him escape again this time."

They communicate with each other and have sent out signals at the same time.

A middle-aged man took out a shell from his arms. It was the size of a palm, milky white in color, and slightly shimmering with jade, making people want to reach out and play with it.

He took the wine glass, drank it down in one gulp, played with it in his hand, tapped it a few times, and smiled.

The signal has been sent out, just waiting for the Qianlong Guards to arrive and surround the place.

He couldn't hold back his excitement at the thought of catching Jingfan.

Fa Kong heard their words through his mind and nodded secretly. This was indeed a safe method.

This is like fishing, instead of reaching out to catch, you directly lower the net.

In fact, if you are adventurous, you can still give it a try.

The Tianji Soul Searcher will react when it is close to Jingfan, and the reaction will be greater the closer it is, so you can quickly find Jingfan by moving your body, moving unintentionally, or pretending to be drunk and staggering.

Four great masters, can't they catch a Jingfan?

Now it seems that they were frightened by Jingfan, so they just came to catch them all instead of risking their lives to catch them.

"Bang!" Someone suddenly slammed the table and shouted: "Disciples of Kunshan Holy Cult deserve death."

As soon as this sentence rang out, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and then the noise started again, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Feiyang lowered his voice: "Most ordinary people don't know about the disciples of Kunshan Holy Cult."

With a look of compassion, Faning whispered the Buddha's name: "Amitabha..."

Anyone who knows about Kunshan Holy Cult often has friends or relatives who were killed by Kunshan Holy Cult.

The Jade Blood Transformation Technique is too overbearing, and if you touch it, you will die.

well--!

The world is truly a sea of ​​suffering and endless sin.

Lin Feiyang smiled and said: "Fa Ning, life and death are destiny, wealth is in heaven, there is no need to be so kind and compassionate."

Faning shook his head and said nothing.

"Kunshan Holy Cult deserves to die!" A roar sounded again, but it was an old man at another table.

His face was red and he looked like he was drunk.

Looking at the people around him, the old man with red face and gray hair sneered: "Such a vicious sect should not exist in this world!"

"Old man, why is Kunshan Holy Cult so vicious?" someone asked.

"How many people have they accidentally killed by dying together without caring about who is around them? They can die when they want, so why do they drag unrelated people to die with them? God has no eyes! God has no eyes!"

"Old man, has anyone been harmed by them?"

"It's a pity that my five-year-old grandson, who was innocent, kind and well-behaved, died in the suicide of Kunshan Holy Cult lunatic. My good grandson——!"

He suddenly burst into tears.

People around him looked unbearable and shook their heads.

A white-haired person giving a black-haired person a gift is the worst thing in the world.

"This kind of thing is indeed inevitable. Please give me my condolences."

"I can't wait to kill all the disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult. They all deserve to die, and they don't deserve to live!"

"Old man, I heard that the imperial court is purging the Holy Cult of Kunshan."

"My grandson ah——! Ah——!"

When he recalled his grandson's smile, the clear laughter seemed to ring in his ears, and he cheered and called "Grandpa" and "Grandpa". The pain was so heartbreaking that he wished he could die together.
To be continued...