Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong smiled: "You want to get rid of him?"

Yang Shuangting nodded.

If you don't kill him under such circumstances, how about letting him continue to cause harm to the world?

According to my own opinion, the Jinghu Sect should clean up these bastards first, and then deal with the Great Miaolian Temple.

However, because of the grudge against the Daimyolian Temple and the strategy of capturing the thief first, he directly dealt with the Daimyolian Temple.

Looking at it now, this approach is indeed wrong.

It's a pity that as the sect leader, I can't make a decision with just one word.

Before he became the sect leader, the Jinghui Sect was decided by twelve elders, and these twelve elders were the leaders of each altar.

Now that his prestige is increasing and he can suppress them in martial arts, his words will be effective.

When he first took over as the sect leader, he was just a mascot, just a puppet and a decoration.

Fakong's eyes suddenly became dark.

Yang Shuangting frowned.

She felt that she had been seen through, and she seemed to be naked when sitting in front of Fakong. This feeling made her very uncomfortable, and she wanted to turn around and leave.

Fakong withdrew his profound gaze, thoughtfully.

Yang Shuangting hummed: "If I kill him, what trouble will there be?"

Fakong nodded.

Yang Shuangting asked: "What's the trouble?"

"You don't want to expose yourself as the leader of the Purity Sect, do you?"

"Yeah." Yang Shuangting nodded.

She has always been secretive, but what she shows to the outside is just a third-rate master who is proficient in martial arts.

The identity of the leader of the Purity Sect is completely isolated from her real identity. They are like two worlds, not contaminated at all.

Because the Purity Sect has been involved in too many vendettas, once it gets involved with your real identity, it will inevitably endanger your family and friends.

Fakong said: "Once you take action, your identity will be revealed this time."

Yang Shuangting frowned.

Fakong said: "After the master of Changchun Valley was killed, Changchun Valley came back with revenge. You can't handle it alone, so you can only send out the masters of Jinghui Sect."

"them……"

"No matter how flawlessly you kill, they can still track down Mr. Qi and kill him. If you want to save Mr. Qi, you can't do it alone. You have to use the masters of the Jinghui Sect."

"Who is he?" Yang Shuangting hummed.

Fakong said: "Changchun Valley, Jiao Chang River."

Yang Shuangting said: "I'll kill him before he comes to Changling Mansion."

"Difficult." Fakong shook his head: "The whereabouts of the masters in Changchun Valley are secretive, and they are not easy to find."

Yang Shuangting frowned and thought.

Can the masters of Jinghui Sect find him?

It seems really hard, it's no different than finding a needle in a haystack.

Fakong looked at her with a smile.

When Yang Shuangting saw his expression, his heart suddenly moved. He knew that Fakong had a solution, and he just waited for him to ask for help.

She took a deep breath and felt helpless.

Although he possesses powerful martial arts and is in charge of the huge power of Jinghui Sect, he can only succumb to the monk in front of him.

This feeling is really frustrating and helpless.

Fakong smiled and said: "It seems that Sect Leader Yang hasn't figured it out yet. The so-called strength and weakness are not just martial arts."

"...Okay, how can we find him?" Yang Shuangting hummed.

Fakong took out a scroll from his sleeve and handed it to her.

Yang Shuangting looked at him in surprise. Fa Kong smiled and cooed, motioning for her to take the scroll and open it to take a look.

Yang Shuangting took it and unfolded it. Inside was a portrait of a handsome-looking middle-aged man.

He has a face like a crown jade, three strands of clear beard under his chin, and a slender figure. He is wearing a large green robe and long flowing sleeves, giving him a somewhat strange and extraordinary aura.

Yang Shuangting had already passed the childish stage of judging people by their appearance. He looked at the middle-aged man for a few times, then turned to look at Fakong: "Is it that Jiao Changhe?"

Fakong nodded slowly.

Yang Shuangting looked at Fa Kong in surprise.

This monk Fakong is also terrifying.

This portrait has been prepared a long time ago, right?

Thinking about it, he should have seen his future and predicted his reaction.

Everything is in his calculation, everything is under his control.

Fakong said: "If Zong Yang wants to kill him in advance, he might as well send someone to go to Liangchuan Mansion to look for him first. He should be from Liangchuan Mansion."

"...Okay." Yang Shuangting nodded slowly.

No matter how shocking Fakong's plan is, this Jiao Changhe must be eliminated, but...

Could all this have been planned by him? Is this Jiao Changhe a master of Changchun Valley?

Will he really come to Changling Mansion, meet Qi Guangjie, and kill Qi Guangjie as Fakong said?

It seems that I need to verify it myself.

Thinking of this, her thoughts raced and she thought of a way to verify it.

Fakong smiled and said: "Master Yang, if you don't take a few bites, the food here is indeed unique."

"I come here to eat often." Yang Shuangting said calmly: "I've long been tired of eating, so I'll say goodbye."

Fakong put down his bamboo chopsticks and titheted.

Yang Shuangting was in a hurry, got up and left.

I don’t want to stay with Fakong for one more second.

Fakong sat at the table and watched her go away in a hurry. She looked like a lady, and there was no trace of her being the master of a martial arts sect.

If he didn't have the power of fate, he really couldn't break her true form. Who would have thought that a daughter of a prefect would be the leader of Jinghui Sect.

When Yang Shuangting was about to go downstairs, he suddenly paused and turned to look over.

Fakong looked at her with a smile.

Yang Shuangting's cherry lips twitched, and her voice rang in Fakong's ears: "If you really don't trust me, you can set up a temple in Changling Mansion."

Fakong smiled and said nothing.

Yang Shuangting rolled her eyes at him and walked downstairs.

This proposal really made him excited. After all, Yang Shuangting's father was the prefect, and he thought it would be smooth to set up a branch temple here.

Although the branch monastery does not have as big a harvest as the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra, it is more durable and stable.

Just like Zizhao Temple, he appeared as a saint in front of others, which made the incense of Zizhao Temple flourish. More and more people believed in him, thus providing more and more credibility.

These are the basis for obtaining merit.

If a believer comes to ask for help and takes action on his own, he will surely gain merit. However, if he is not a believer and takes action on his own, he will not gain merit.

The reason why Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra has gained so much in Shenjing is because most of the people in Shenjing are his followers.

And why most of them are their own believers is because of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple.

For ordinary monks, monasteries are just a place to settle down and live.

For me, a temple is a small Western paradise, an incarnation of myself, and a source of increasing faith and merit.

If I want to increase my merits faster, the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra is the key, but the more critical thing is the followers and faith.

If there are not many believers, no matter how diligently you cast the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra, your merits will not increase.

Without the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra, the merits cannot skyrocket, but without believers and faith, there will be no merits after the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra is cast.

Even if there is no merit, it can increase faith and believers. At least these rescued people and their relatives and friends will become believers.

But it is too slow to increase the number of believers in this way, and it is far less fast and stable than the temple.

However, Yang Shuangting's proposal was not entirely out of good intentions, but a counterattack.

Once a branch temple is established, that branch temple will be under the control of Changling Mansion.

As the abbot of a branch temple, of course he has to sell some thin noodles to the magistrate of Changling Prefecture. This is to suppress himself from the officialdom.

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

If he catches her, she should also catch her own, as a countermeasure, so as not to be 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 gate, but it was a handsome young man in blue robe.

His face was as pale as paper, there was blood at the corner 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: "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 swordsmanship in the courtyard, with a shadowy sword, and said in a loud voice: "Come in."

Ding Xingqing pushed the door open and entered the small courtyard, clasped her fists and said, "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 he was 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: "There are 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 his 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 back, 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 revive 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 into the main hall lightly without making a 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.

Ning Zhenzhen waved his hand and looked at Zhu Cisui with a solemn expression.