Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "No need to see it, it's well built."

"Have you seen it?" Yang Shuangting said.

Her bright eyes were cold, staring at Fakong as if trying to figure out Fakong's psychology and see through Fakong.

Fakong nodded.

He didn't have to see it in person. With a glance, he pulled the newly built temple in front of him and saw it clearly.

Yang Shuangting said: "Are you satisfied?"

"Very good." Fakong nodded.

Changling Mansion is very sincere.

This temple was built by a master architect, and the construction was done by the top experts in the industry, fast and good.

The temple built today is simple, solemn and exquisite. It can be said that it blends many styles together to form a unique style.

No matter which style you like, you can find what you like. It's hard not to be satisfied with this temple.

Yang Shuangting smiled faintly: "Finally, my father's hard work is worth it."

Fakong smiled.

Yang Zhifu's hard work was not for himself, but for Zhu Miaoying's grandmother and Jingbei Palace.

Yang Shuangting said, "It seems you don't appreciate it."

She understood Fakong's smile.

Fakong smiled and said, "Your father is indeed a powerful person."

Yang Shuangting heard the irony in his words and said unhappily, "You don't even know the most basic way to curry favor with others. I'm afraid you would have been sent to a remote and desolate place long ago."

Of course she knew that her father was very good at currying favor with others. This was the most basic way to be an official. As long as he cared about the people and cured the people's livelihood in his jurisdiction, he would be a good official.

She felt that her father was a good official.

If you want to be a good official, you can't be upright and arrogant. That will only make you depressed. You must be dignified and dignified, but also humble and flexible, so that you can realize your ambitions.

Fakong nodded, "Your father's official career can go further."

Yang Shuangting was refreshed.

Compared to the growth of the Jinghui Sect and the competition in the martial arts world, she cared more about her father's career.

She looked around, moved closer, and asked softly, "Is this what the clairvoyant saw?"

A faint fragrance drifted into his nose, and Fakong laughed.

Her behavior was quite sneaky.

Yang Shuangting glared at him with bright eyes, and said dissatisfiedly, "Are you teasing me?"

"Next year at the latest." Fakong said, "Your father will have another opportunity, you don't have to interfere."

"Okay." Yang Shuangting agreed readily.

A smile appeared on her cold face.

Fakong smiled secretly.

This is Yang Shuangting's weakness. As long as he can help her relatives and friends, he is not afraid of her messing around.

His current goal is no longer to control Yang Shuangting from messing around, but to make full use of Yang Shuangting.

The strength of the Jinghui Sect is amazing. It is a bit of a waste of natural resources if they just retreat and hide like this.

If they can be used well, they will have amazing results.

Fakong said, "How is the sect?"

The smile on Yang Shuangting's face suddenly faded, and he frowned and snorted, "Same old."

She was getting more and more impatient with the Jinghui Sect.

Fakong said, "It seems that you haven't completely won over the people's hearts. Your methods are much worse than your father's."

Prefect Yang has a very good reputation as an official. In the eyes of the people of Changling Prefecture, he is a rare good official. This requires not only hard work, but also sufficient skills.

Official affairs are in a mess. You can't get good results and a good reputation just by doing good things.

There are too many obstacles. The biggest possibility is that you have good intentions, but the result is a lot of scolding and a bad reputation.

Yang Shuangting glared at him helplessly.

She did feel that her methods were too poor.

But the most fundamental reason is that she is a woman. In this world where men are respected, it is too difficult for a woman to be the leader of a sect.

Unless they feel a sense of admiration and ignore the difference between men and women, otherwise, they will always feel dissatisfied in their hearts.

No matter how well they did, they still felt aggrieved and felt it was too shameful to be driven by a woman.

This was a deep-rooted thought that was difficult to eliminate.

She simply didn't bother to fight against this thought. It didn't matter whether they were convinced or not, as long as they followed orders.

Fakong saw through her thoughts and shook his head and said, "In fact, if you really want to subdue them, it's not difficult, but you don't really want to subdue them from the bottom of your heart."

Yang Shuangting's cultivation and qualifications are both top-notch, rare in the world.

But his ideas are more conservative. Perhaps due to the influence of childhood, he is not enthusiastic about the affairs of the martial arts world, and has no idea of ​​competing for hegemony in the martial arts world.

So even if he practiced the two scriptures of the Jinghui Sect, he did not have ambitions, and still just wanted to be a lady from a noble family.

With the two scriptures that Yang Shuangting practiced, it would not be difficult to completely subdue the Jinghui Sect, but she didn't really want to do that, and she was too lazy to give up this idea.

"Not difficult?" Yang Shuangting said unhappily: "They all have extreme ideas and are extremely stubborn!"

Fakong said: "Because of this, once they are subdued, they will be as easy to use as an arm."

These extreme and stubborn people, once subdued, will be completely devoted to them, and will rush forward at the command of a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.

"They?" Yang Shuangting sneered: "It's a blessing if they don't cause trouble for me."

She then flashed her bright eyes and looked up and down at Fakong.

Fakong smiled.

Yang Shuangting said: "Are you going to drive them?"

She shook her head and said: "Get rid of this idea as soon as possible!"

Fakong smiled and said: "Why not?"

"They are too good at causing trouble." Yang Shuangting shook his head: "They kill people at will because that is their philosophy. The Jinghui Sect is similar to your Buddhists. Buddhism emphasizes subduing demons and monsters, while the Jinghui Sect regards people as monsters."

Fakong said: "Then you, the sect leader, should make a rule that no one should be killed at will."

Yang Shuangting said: "This is the concept and habit they have formed since they were young. My words are useless."

She was so indifferent to the leader of the Jinghui Sect, not only because she didn't want to care about the affairs of the martial arts world, but also because she didn't like the Jinghui Sect.

When she first met Fakong, what she said to Fakong was the philosophy that she must have as the leader of the Jinghui Sect, not her real thoughts.

However, she was also unconsciously influenced by the Jinghui Sect. After all, she had mastered the two scriptures and was affected invisibly.

Fakong frowned and pondered.

Yang Shuangting said: "In short, you should give up this idea as soon as possible. They are not only useless, but also a big trouble."

"Let me think about it." Fakong nodded.

The key now is still Yang Shuangting.

If Yang Shuangting can completely subdue them and make them die-hard, all concepts can be changed.

The key is that Yang Shuangting doesn't want to put so much effort now.

This can only be slowly guided and pushed forward in the future.

"Goodbye." Fakong clasped his hands and disappeared in a flash.

Yang Shuangting stood under the willow tree, looking at the red light of Zhongling Lake, and was lost in thought for a moment.

Her bright eyes reflected the rosy glow, flickering endlessly.

She was thinking about what Fakong meant.

Fakong would not give up, which was both a good thing and a trouble.

The good thing was that Fakong would at least not ignore her and completely get rid of her, and still have something to ask of her.

The trouble was the Jinghui Sect.

The Jinghui Sect was a big trouble.

They listened to the words of the sect leader, but they would also do their own things and kill people while following her orders.

Even if they were ordered not to kill, it would be useless. At that time, they would say that others wanted to kill them, and they could only kill the other party.

It's not that I haven't tried to stop them from killing.

Therefore, the way to stop them from killing people is to keep them in seclusion, not to move, and stay there until they die.

As soon as they are released, they will kill people.

Although Fakong has amazing magical powers, he may not be clear about these things. He just said it, but it seems that Fakong did not really listen.

"Have you heard? A new temple has been built in Zhongshan, Zangkong Temple."

"When was the new temple built?"

"It was just built not long ago."

"There is nothing to see in the new temple."

That evening, Fakong and Yang Shuangting came to Changling Prefecture City. As soon as they entered the second floor of a restaurant, they heard discussions.

It has been three days since the last meeting.

The new Zangkong Temple has been opened, but the news that Fakong is the abbot has not been spread.

"Hey... nothing to see?"

"Is there anything else about this Zangkong Temple?" Someone asked in disbelief: "Is it a branch of the Great Miaolian Temple?"

"It's not the Great Miaolian Temple."

"If it's not the Great Miaolian Temple, then there's nothing to see."

"I heard top secret information."

"Lao Jing, you're at it again!"

"Hey hey..."

"Okay, order two more good dishes, waiter!"

"Here we go..." The waiter ran to a table by the window, bowed and smiled, "Master Qi San."

Master Qi San was an old man with white beard and eyebrows, ruddy complexion, white hair and a youthful face. One could tell at a glance that he had a knack for keeping fit and had an extraordinary family background.

Mr. Qi ordered two dishes, waved his hand, and then stared at a thin old man, saying unhappily: "Can you tell me now?"

"Who is the most powerful monk in the world today?"

"Monk Yuande."

"There is another one."

"... Could it be Monk Fakong?"

"Monk Fakong, Zangkong Temple!" Someone suddenly realized: "Is it the temple built by Monk Fakong?!"

"Impossible? Monk Fakong is in Tianjing."

"This Monk Fakong is incredible!"

"If it is really Monk Fakong, it will be our blessing."

"Is it really Monk Fakong?"

"Hey, it is definitely Monk Fakong!"

"Good, good, good." Everyone was overjoyed and beaming with joy when they heard it.

They were all old, so they were more afraid of death. With Monk Fakong, their lives would have an extra layer of protection.

Although they were over sixty, it was said that Monk Fakong could not only bring the dead back to life, but also had magic water to cure terminal illnesses.

When they get older, all kinds of diseases come to them. Even if they can't prolong their lives, it's a great fortune to die without illness.

"Is the monk Fakong in Zangkong Temple? Let's go and burn some incense."

"Let's go, let's go together. I just want to see the monk. He is really famous."

They talked about getting up and going to Dikong Temple.

The thin old man smiled and said, "Everyone, it's not too late to go after eating. Dikong Temple is right there and you can't run away."

"Old Jingtou, you are the reincarnation of a starving ghost!" Someone scolded dissatisfiedly.

The thin old man smiled and said, "You old guys, you can't go up the mountain if you don't eat enough. Don't complain if you are hungry halfway."

"...That makes sense, let's eat first."

Listening to their discussion, Yang Shuangting glanced at Fakong.

The two had already sat at the table next to them, but none of them recognized Fakong.

Fakong was wearing a purple and gold cassock, which was very conspicuous here, but did not attract people's attention.

Yang Shuangting was very envious of his unique ability and kept trying to figure it out, but unfortunately he didn't find the trick.

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