Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong said: "You are curious about what Zhongshan has become, right?"

"Yes." Yang Shuangting said: "The Buddha's mantra blesses the entire Zhongshan? This requires a lot of effort, right?"

No matter how powerful the Buddha's mantra is, it has a range and cannot be too large. No matter how small Zhongshan is, it is still a mountain.

It is not easy to spread the Buddha's mantra all over Zhongshan.

But thinking about Fakong's ability, it is relieved. It is not easy for others, but it may not be so difficult for him.

Fakong smiled: "Even if it consumes a lot, it is worth it. After all, this is my temple."

"The temple that truly belongs to me." Yang Shuangting nodded thoughtfully.

She could vaguely feel Fakong's feelings.

It is completely his own territory. He can do whatever he wants. It is neither the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple nor the Yongkong Temple in Tianjing.

Although Yongkong Temple was given to him, it is in Tianjing after all. There are countless people watching him. How can he let go?

But it is different here.

The emperor is far away, and he is still in the mountains, and it is his own mountain. Of course, he can do whatever he wants.

Fakong said: "Sending those unruly ones here to temper their tempers will also be good for you."

"You didn't expect the most important thing is that this will expose my identity." Yang Shuangting said.

He must not implicate his parents and family and friends, so his identity must not be leaked or even suspected.

Fakong said: "I will ask Master Yuande to come here, and you send someone to assassinate Master Yuande."

Of course, he thought about this problem and had a solution long ago, a way to conceal his tracks.

"...It's too dangerous." Yang Shuangting felt that it was not safe enough.

She always ensured that the Pure Disaster Sect kept a sufficient distance from her, especially in terms of space, at least one city away.

In the past, disciples of the Pure Disaster Sect would not appear in Changling Prefecture.

It was just to avoid any connection and attract attention.

Fakong said: "With your ability, they can't recognize you, and they won't have any suspicion."

"Everything is just a matter of what happens." Yang Shuangting shook his head.

Fakong stared at her.

I didn't expect her to be so cautious. It seems that she doesn't believe in her clairvoyance. This is indeed true.

Yang Shuangting was not willing to be outdone and faced him.

The two seemed to be competing, their eyes collided in the air, and neither of them gave in.

"Forget it." Fakong finally retracted his gaze and shook his head, saying, "I'm not forcing it, but I just feel it's a pity."

"What's a pity?" Yang Shuangting snorted.

She really didn't want to ask this question, for fear that Fakong would convince her.

Fakong said, "Originally, we could have dealt with those thorns and let them know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is, and how powerful you, the sect master, are. Then the Jinghui Sect would be completely smooth."

"We don't need them to be smooth." Yang Shuangting said.

Fakong said, "If it doesn't go smoothly, they will pretend to obey but secretly disobey. If you give the order to be submissive, they will also be eager to move and want to test it."

Yang Shuangting's jade face darkened.

This is what she has always been most worried about, for fear that they will mess around and disobey orders when they have clearly been ordered to be submissive.

Once this happens, my vow will be broken, and it is likely to lead to revenge from Fakong, which will be terrible.

If Fakong turns against me and cooperates with the Great Miaolian Temple, the Jinghui Sect will surely die, unless Fakong is killed first.

But I am not sure of killing Fakong.

If I fail once, there will be no chance again.

I can't take this risk if I am not sure.

More importantly, Fakong has the ability to bring the dead back to life and treat terminal illnesses. Who can live in this world without illness and disaster?

Even if I have a deep cultivation, a clear body, and am immune to cold and heat, poisons, and diseases, what about my relatives and friends?

If they get a terminal illness or are seriously injured, without Fakong, I will only be able to watch them go.

How painful is this?

So I must not offend Fakong, let alone kill him.

If I don't want to get to this point, I must abide by my promise. The Jinghui Sect will remain submissive and never act rashly.

Whoever dares to destroy it will be my enemy!

Fakong smiled and said, "Do you think those troublemakers will behave themselves?"

"...They should." Yang Shuangting said in a hoarse voice.

She had originally had a fluke idea, but under Fakong's questioning, she gradually lost her fluke and faced the reality.

These guys will definitely take the opportunity to cause trouble.

Fakong smiled and said nothing.

"...Let me think about it." Yang Shuangting said in a deep voice.

Fakong nodded.

"Master." Fakong appeared in the quiet courtyard of Master Huinan and saluted Master Huinan with his hands together.

Huinan was practicing boxing in the yard, wearing a white linen middle coat, clean and neat, and was doing it slowly and leisurely like Tai Chi in his previous life.

His movements contained surging power.

The green bamboo and flowers by the wall rose and fell with it, like a dance.

After Fakong saluted with his hands together, Master Huinan continued to practice boxing until he finished a set of boxing.

Fakong presented a towel.

Huinan took it and wiped the sweat off his face, glancing at him calmly.

Fakong said, "Master, what's the matter?"

"One of our disciples from the Vajra Temple was attacked." Monk Huinan said, "Do you know?"

Fakong nodded.

Monk Huinan frowned.

Fakong said, "It's okay, Brother Faneng is just injured, his life is not in danger."

Such things should not be interfered with or said, so as not to cause more serious injuries.

Being injured but not dying is a great tempering, which is extremely beneficial to oneself.

This is also Brother Faneng's good fortune.

"This is not just a little injury." Monk Huinan glared at him: "I almost lost my life."

Fakong nodded without refutation.

Monk Huinan said in a deep voice: "Is it really done by the people of Tianhai Sword Sect?"

Fakong still nodded.

Monk Huinan said unhappily: "Since you knew, why didn't you tell me in advance?"

"After all, there is no danger, just a little injury. We disciples of Vajra Temple can't not get hurt at all, right?" Fakong shook his head: "We can't not bear a little wind and rain."

"Humph." Monk Huinan sneered: "Are we Vajra Temple so easy to bully that they actually bully us!"

Fakong remained silent.

Monk Huinan said coldly: "Are you indifferent?"

"Grandmaster, this matter is not urgent."

"Why didn't you tell me in advance, and then set up an ambush and give Tianhai Sword Sect a hard time? Let them dare not touch my disciples of Vajra Temple again!"

Fakong shook his head.

"What are you thinking? Tell me!" Monk Huinan said unhappily, "Don't be so dumb!"

Fakong said, "Master, I have thought about setting an ambush for them and giving them a good beating, but..."

"But what?"

"But if we do that, the consequences will be too serious."

"How serious?"

"The Tianhai Sword Sect will go to war with the Great Snow Mountain." Fakong said.

"Huh?" Monk Huinan was stunned.

Then he sneered, "Are they crazy?"

Fakong nodded, "They are indeed in a state of madness now, so it's better not to provoke them."

After the Tianhai Sword Sect got the sword formula, it did expand greatly, but it was never expected that it would expand so much.

It even dared to go to war with the Great Snow Mountain.

Monk Huinan frowned and thought, his face gloomy.

He also didn't expect that the Tianhai Sword Sect would dare to go to war with the Great Snow Mountain.

This exceeded his imagination.