Huashan, Feng Qingyang!

Li Qingzhou had gained a lot of insight from this trip, so he went into closed-door cultivation, leaving the young monk fa Kong alone at his original place.

"Self-enlightenment? How could he comprehend this? Forget it, let's find a place to stay first. The blue cloud Peak is so empty, it's just the right time to choose."

The young monk fa Kong scratched his bald head. With his hands behind his back, he strolled around the entire blue cloud Peak. His slightly bloated body was unusually agile.

From a distance, the little monk fa Kong saw a puppet dressed in a servant's uniform opening the formation restriction of the herb garden. Suddenly, a ray of multicolored light filled the air.