Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Daqian has a vast territory, and the Great Snow Mountain is far away from the Tianlong Mountain where the Holy Church of Light is located, nearly tens of thousands of miles away.

The two ran for a day and a night without sleep, and finally arrived at the foot of Tianlong Mountain.

Tianlong Mountain is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles. There is no snow all year round, with occasional wind and frequent rain.

The mountains are all green, and the green is so thick that it is even black.

Looking down at the entire Tianlong Mountain Range, it is like a black dragon, with clouds and mist steaming, as if the dragon is shuttling through the clouds and mist.

Fakong didn't know the road, but Lin Feiyang did.

He was unwilling to compete with Fakong in Qinggong all the way, and he kept silent and urged Qinggong.

His speed was indeed amazing, as if he could cross space in the shadows, one moment here, the next moment there.

Flashing and moving.

The last moment was in the shadow of the trees at the bottom of the mountain, and the next moment was under the stone on the top of the mountain.

The last moment was under the stone on the top of the mountain, and the next moment was in the shadow of the trees on the other side of the mountain.

A mountain peak often only needs two flashes.

Fakong held the Thunder God Sword.

It turned into a stream of light, lightly and silently passing over the treetops, from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye, and then from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain on the other side.

Wherever it passed, the treetops shook violently, as if a strong wind was passing through.

The speed of the Thunder God Sword was not inferior to Lin Feiyang.

Later, Lin Feiyang was left behind.

As long as the power in the Thunder God Sword is not exhausted, Fakong's speed will remain so fast.

The power of his body seems to be endless, showing the power of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art.

Moreover, there is the nectar branch. If it doesn't work, he can recover instantly by spending a day's life.

Although Lin Feiyang is fast, he also consumes a lot of energy. Later, the power of the Imperial Shadow Sutra can keep up, but his body can't bear it.

Fakong then used a rejuvenation spell on him.

The Eighteen Peaks of the Holy Light Church, the Great Light Peak where the headquarters is located.

Even if you don't know the way, as long as you step on any peak of Tianlong Mountain, you can see the Great Light Peak.

The Great Light Peak is the highest, and there is a soft white light hanging above the peak, just like the bright moon in the night sky.

When Fakong saw it, he couldn't help but think of his Great Light Mantra.

What is the origin of the Great Light Mantra and the Holy Light Religion?

The two came to the foot of the Great Light Peak.

The trees on the Great Light Peak are tall and thick, each of them has a towering momentum, and people standing under the trees look like dwarfs.

Two black-clothed teenagers were squatting on the ground teasing a gray-haired squirrel, smiling.

The squirrel's small eyes are like black gems, shiny, and its tail is huge and fluffy, but its body is not as big as its tail.

Seeing them coming, the two black-clothed teenagers restrained their smiles, stood up, and their handsome faces tightened, acting serious and solemn.

The big-tailed gray squirrel suddenly jumped onto a ten-meter-high tree, looking down at Fakong and the others with its black and bright eyes.

The two black-clad teenagers stood up straight and clasped their fists solemnly.

Fakong clasped his hands and bowed: "I am Fakong, and I am here to look for Brother Xu Zhijian. I wonder if he is here?"

"Are you Monk Fakong?"

"Yes, I am."

"Wait a moment, Brother Xu specifically told me."

A black-clad teenager jumped up and climbed onto a ten-meter-high tree, then floated away on the treetops.

The big-tailed gray squirrel also jumped out quickly and chased the black-clad teenager.

The other black-clad teenager looked at Fakong curiously.

Lin Feiyang said: "Little guy, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

"If nothing, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing."

"Hey, kid!" Lin Feiyang thought the black-clad teenager was interesting, and smiled: "You are quite tight-lipped, isn't Xu Zhijian here?"

"Who are you?"

"As for me... I'm afraid I'll scare you if I tell you."

"Hey!" The black-clad teenager raised his head and smiled.

"Have you ever heard of the name of the Shadow Assassin?"

"Are you the Shadow Assassin?" The black-clothed boy looked at Lin Feiyang suspiciously.

Lin Feiyang straightened his chest: "I am the Shadow Assassin Lin Feiyang!"

The black-clothed boy looked at Fakong, who was calm and at ease.

Fakong nodded slightly.

He didn't expect that the name of the Shadow Assassin was so big that the gatekeepers of the Holy Church of Light knew about it.

"Are you really the Shadow Assassin Lin Feiyang?" The black-clothed boy shook his head: "Not really."

Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash, and the next moment he appeared behind him and patted his shoulder.

The black-clothed boy stiffened and turned his head to look at him.

Lin Feiyang smiled and said: "Do you look like him?"

"Okay." The black-clothed boy snorted.

Lin Feiyang was very proud: "Little guy, you can tell me now, is Xu Zhijian here?"

"I can't say." The black-clothed boy shook his head.

Lin Feiyang stared.

Fakong looked at him.

Lin Feiyang snorted and went back behind him: "This little guy is so hateful, just one sentence."

The black-clothed boy looked up at him, with an expression that said, "What can you do to me?"

"Who told you to scare him?" Fakong said.

Lin Feiyang curled his lips: "If you don't tell me, I still want to know. Anyway, I will know it soon!"

The black-clothed boy curled his lips in disdain.

The two people curled their lips in almost the same way.

Fakong shook his head secretly.

One was fourteen or fifteen years old, and the other was in his twenties.

The big-tailed squirrel turned into a shadow and appeared on the tall tree, followed by the black-clothed boy and a middle-aged man in black.

Lin Feiyang immediately smiled and waved his hand: "Old Qu! Old Qu!"

Fakong bowed with tenths.

It was Qu Zhongtian who was ordered by Xu Zhijian to deliver the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra.

Qu Zhongtian has an ordinary appearance, his face cannot catch other people's eyes, and his body is thin and strong, but he contains huge strength.

He tithes: "I have met Master Fakong, Mr. Lin."

"Donor Qu, is Brother Xu here?"

"Young Master has given instructions before leaving, please come down with me," Qu Zhongtian said.

"please."

A group of three people jumped onto a ten-meter-high giant tree. Under the watchful eyes of two young men in black and a gray squirrel, they climbed up the mountain peak through the treetops of dark green leaves.

As soon as he jumped up to the treetop, he saw the Heart of Light on the Great Bright Peak.

Lin Feiyang looked at it curiously as he flew by: "Old Qu, what is the magical function of this heart of light?"

"Mr. Lin, the Heart of Light has infinite uses. To us disciples of the Holy Sect of Light, it is like another sun."

"The sun..." Lin Feiyang finally shook his head.

It’s too difficult and complicated, so don’t even think about it.

Qu Zhongtian glanced at the two of them.

Seeing that there is no difference between the two of them, it means that they are not hostile to the Holy Religion of Light. Those who are hostile will feel like the scorching sun burning their bodies at this time, and the pain will be unbearable.

Qu Zhongtian took the two of them to a bamboo forest on the mountainside.

There are trails in the bamboo forest. Walking along the trails, a small courtyard appeared.

The small courtyard has green tiles and green walls.

A gust of wind blows, and the bamboo forest surges like ocean waves, and the rustling sound is like the sound of nature.

Qu Zhongtian took them to the front of the small courtyard and said, "Master, this is the residence specially prepared for Master by the young master before leaving."

"It's elegant enough," Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash and reappeared the next moment, admiring: "Old Qu, this is the monastery where your Guangming Holy Cult entertains guests? It is indeed the Guangming Holy Cult, magnificent!"

Qu Zhongtian shook his head: "This is the young master's own yard. The young master usually lives at the old master's place. Occasionally he gets upset and comes here to stay for a few days to relax."

Fakong smiled: "Brother Xu is interested."

Qu Zhongtian said: "Master, if you need anything, just knock on the bamboo and call the maid."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and flexed his fingers, and lightly touched a long bamboo lying under the green tile.

"Pa." The voice was crisp.

This long bamboo is about ten meters long, cut in half in the middle, and placed across the green tiles to catch rainwater.

Two girls in white floated out of the bamboo forest.

Their appearance is just delicate, not beautiful, but their skin is white, light and graceful, and their temperament is smart and pure, just like spring water in the mountains.

"Senior Brother Qu." Two girls in white clothes bowed.

"Master Fakong is a good friend of the young master, so don't neglect him."

"Yes." The two girls in white bowed to Fakong.

The dharma and emptiness are combined and the gift is returned: "Amitabha, thank you for your hard work."

The two girls in white pursed their lips and smiled.

"Back off." Qu Zhongtian said dryly.

The two girls in white looked at Fakong curiously, and then at Lin Feiyang, who floated lightly into the bamboo forest and disappeared.

Qu Zhongtian said: "Master, Mr. Lin, please!"

He pushed open the courtyard door.

In the center of the courtyard is a flower garden. In the center of the flower garden is a small pavilion. Inside the pavilion are bamboo tables and chairs. On the green bamboo table is a bright red round jade plaque.

The courtyard is quiet and elegant.

Qu Zhongtian led them into the small courtyard.

When he came to the small pavilion in the flower garden, he pointed to the red jade waist plate on the green bamboo table: "This is the access token to the Sutra Pavilion left by the young master. It said that the master likes to read. You can use this token to browse the books in the collection below the third floor. ”

Fakong smiled.

Lin Feiyang did not follow them into the small pavilion, but went into the two courtyards by himself. He came out shaking his head and said disappointedly: "There is no kitchen, so you can't cook by yourself."

Fakong was playing with the round ruby ​​waist card with a smile, and raised his head and glanced at him.

Lin Feiyang muttered: "The yard is nice, but I'm afraid the food will be unpalatable."

Qu Zhongtian smiled and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Lin, the young master has invited the best cook in the mountain in advance, and he will not let you two down."

"Alas..." Fakong shook his head, smiled bitterly, and sighed.

Xu Zhijian is too thoughtful and enthusiastic, and he deserves it.

Qu Zhongtian said: "Young Master left the customs three days ago to exterminate a group of horse bandits. He said he would be back in three to five days."

"Okay, then I'll bear it." Fakong nodded slowly: "Thank you, Donor Qu."

"I don't dare." Qu Zhongtian combined his tithes and exited the small courtyard.

"It's a really nice place." Lin Feiyang praised, standing in the pavilion and looking at the flower garden, and then looking at the bamboo forest outside through the open courtyard door.

Even though he has no sense of elegance, he still finds this place pleasant and comfortable to live in.

Fakong was still playing with the ruby ​​waist card.

This is what matters most to him.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, Lin Feiyang often ran to talk to two young men in black.

The three of them got together and chatted, bragging about the fun and excitement outside and his wonderful life, including the assassination of King Nan Xuan.

Fakong spent time in the Scripture Collection Pavilion of the Guangming Holy Sect.

The Sutra Pavilion is located in a valley. It is a six-story hexagonal building, and the highest floor has already poked out of the valley.

The Sutra Pavilion is surrounded by an empty square with no trees, flowers or grass within a fifty-meter radius, only white stones paving the ground.

Fakong only looked at the first three floors and felt that it was eye-opening.

In the evening, he and Lin Feiyang were eating in a small pavilion. There were footsteps outside, and then a "porphyr" knock on the door.

"Brother Xu, come in quickly." Fakong put down his bowl and chopsticks and said in a loud voice.

The courtyard door opened, and Xu Zhijian was still dressed in black, dusty and dusty, with a smile on his ugly face.

Lin Feiyang shook his head secretly and couldn't bear to witness it.

Fakong came out of the pavilion with a smile, greeted him, and said, "Brother Xu is finally back."

Xu Zhijian scratched his head in embarrassment: "I was delayed on the way and I'm a day late."

Fakong stretched out his hand to signal.

The two of them sat in the booth.

"Are you injured?" Fakong looked at Xu Zhijian's face and said with a smile, "Can't Daguang's body recover?"

"It doesn't matter." Xu Zhijian hurriedly shook his head: "I will recover in a few days."

Fakong reached out and grabbed his wrist. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "It's such a serious injury. This is a powerful person."