Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Oh——?" Hu Housheng stared at Huang Daoyuan with bright eyes and said hurriedly: "Mr. Huang, does this mean that Monk Pakong has not long left to live?"

Hu Housheng shook his head and said: "Fakong Divine Monk was born in the Vajra Temple, and the miraculous power of the Vajra Temple is the Vajra Indestructibility Magic. It is said that after truly practicing it, you can achieve the Vajra Indestructible Body, become an Arhat, and be indestructible for all calamities. If he really masters it, it won't matter if he uses his magical powers."

"The magical power of Vajra is indestructible..." Hu Housheng smiled: "This is just a legendary magical power."

"Your Majesty," Xu Lanjiang said slowly, "This is not a legendary miracle. There are indeed golden achievers in the Vajra Temple, and they are enshrined in their temple."

"That happened many years ago." Hu Housheng waved his hand.

He had an in-depth understanding of Fakong, so of course he knew the details of the Vajra Temple, but the golden body in the Vajra Temple was not that unusual.

That was a long time ago. There have been no more golden saints in the past hundred years. What does this mean?

It means there is probably something wrong with their technique.

Without the guidance of a golden body achiever, it is almost impossible to achieve a golden body.

Therefore, he can conclude that the Vajra Temple will never produce a Vajra again.

Xu Lanjiang said: "Others can't do it, but the same cannot be said for Divine Monk Fakong. His current level of cultivation is already unfathomable."

"He can't practice it." Huang Daoyuan said calmly.

Xu Lanjiang looked at him puzzled.

Huang Daoyuan said: "Buddhism often does not talk about magical powers and is not allowed to use them. It is not that the magical powers are not available, but that the magical powers are obstacles."

"Obstacle?" Kong Shen Monk answered clearly: "Why is it an obstacle?"

"Once you have perfected your magical power, you can often achieve liberation." Huang Daoyuan said hotly: "Supernatural power is the smallest and strongest obstacle. If you don't have the method to practice it to become a Vajra, it is a bad magical skill."

"There's no such explanation?" Kong Shen Monk was surprised.

Huang Daoyuan said: "Vajra is a bad magical power. The root of it is Buddhism. It is martial arts, the fruition of Buddhism, and magical power is the fundamental obstacle to Buddhism."

"That's it." Monk Kong nodded quickly and smiled: "In that case, how long will it take for Fahu Hou to save his life?"

"The difference is too little, Shouyuan should be tossing about whether the difference is too little!" Huang Daoyuan said enthusiastically.

I am extremely satisfied with Fakong's wanton use of magical powers to defy heaven and change his destiny. I feel that it has broken the balance of heaven and disrupted the operation of the world.

Monk Kong smiled, but soon frowned, and said in deep thought: "Monk Wutian has clairvoyance. Since he can see the future, he must also be able to see my own future. Maybe he understands the danger, right?"

"So what if you know?" Huang Daoyuan said calmly: "You are stuck in the mud. There is no way to extricate yourself. You can only sink deeper and deeper."

I laughed warmly: "I have tasted the taste of magical power. If I want to use my magical power, I will be as happy as the martial arts master who has abolished martial arts. I can't live with it."

"That's true." The Sky Monk nodded thoughtfully.

I know this feeling, just like I am a prince. Now that I am the prince, I can definitely allow him to fall.

Even though he knew it was time to act recklessly, he still resisted taking action just to desperately maintain his position.

Monk Fakong must be the same.

Without magical power, it is almost possible to give up the magical power.

When Fakong saw that, he smiled thoughtfully.

Regarding the abnormal situation, what Huang Daoyuan said was wrong.

Supernatural power is indeed an obstacle, the smallest obstacle to the achievement of Buddhism. If one can transcend it, one can retreat.

Once you reach a certain level, you will no longer be able to retreat, or even retreat.

But my situation is the same.

Using your own magical powers will not only hinder the practice of the Vajra is a bad magical skill, but will instead be a shortcut to practicing the Vajra is a bad magical skill.

That day Gang Palace had little hostility towards him.

It seems we should be more careful.

"Mr. Huang, you don't have any intuition." Kong Shen Monk said urgently.

"Your Majesty, please speak."

"Do you think I was saved by Fahu Housheng!"

"Your Majesty..." Huang Daoyuan showed a faint smile.

Monk Kong Shen said: "It's just pure intuition, whether there is a reason or not, but that's how I feel."

"Your Majesty, you are overthinking it," Huang Daoyuan said.

Xu Lanjiang nodded hurriedly: "Fahu Housheng has such a god, not to mention, I am the little prince who is dying, how can I help him to save him?"

"You trust your intuition very much." Kong Shen Monk said solemnly: "Intuition has saved your life several times."

Huang Daoyuan and Xu Lanjiang looked at each other with dark faces.

Fa Kong was surprised.

I can really admire the heroes in the sky.

Nakong Divine Monk didn't have that kind of intuition. He directly passed through numerous logic and obstacles and locked directly under him.

He has covered up the secret of heaven. Just in case, he carries this heaven-controlling order with him, which can be said to be a heavy defense.

It's a pity that there are still intuitions that can block the Kong Shen Monk.

Can that intuition break through the fog?

Or is the Sky Monk just trying to draw the fire under him?

When I thought about that, my eyes suddenly flashed with golden light, and then my mind fell directly under the body of Kong Shen Monk.

A moment ago, the golden light in my eyes faded and I shook my head.

That was really the intention of Monk Kong, and it was really Monk Kong’s intuition. His intuition told Monk Kong that he was the one I saved.

"Is it really Fa Tang Ronglei?" Huang Daoyuan asked solemnly.

Xu Lanjiang also stared at the Sky Monk.

Tang Ronglei said in a deep voice: "It's definitely me!... But why, why should I save my little brother?"

Huang Daoyuan was sarcastic at this time.

He had pretended to be concerned, but now he revealed his true thoughts. He knew that the little brother was dead, and he was not ecstatic, but full of doubts.

Huang Daoyuan's face was slightly pale.

I was thinking about how this matter was related to Fakong.

Did Fakong save people on purpose, or did he accidentally touch it? If it was intentional, what was the reason?

Could it be that monk Fakong wanted to intervene in Xiaoyun's fight for the throne?

Xu Lanjiang said: "Is it a coincidence?"

Huang Daoyuan looked at me.

Coincidence?

How could it be such a coincidence? !

Monk Kong shook his head.

Xu Lanjiang asked: "Could it be that the little prince was saved on purpose?"

Huang Daoyuan pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said hurriedly: "No matter what, the little prince is blessed by heaven, it's always a good thing, right, Your Majesty?"

"...Ah, yes, yes." The monk Kong was stunned, then suddenly realized, and nodded hurriedly: "Good news, small good news, the little brother is in trouble, congratulations!"

Huang Daoyuan smiled: "No matter what, no matter who saved him, as long as the little prince is in trouble, this is a good thing, you can go back."

Xu Lanjiang nodded hurriedly.

As long as we can judge whether the little prince is alive or dead, we will complete the task and can return to Tiangang Palace to report.

Huang Daoyuan stood up and clasped his fists, and Xu Lanjiang also stood up.

"Two gentlemen." The monk Kong said: "Is there really a way to find the little brother? In order to prevent the little brother from being assassinated again, do you want to find someone to escort the little brother back!"

"That..." The two hesitated and shook their heads helplessly.

Even if we know who Fakong saved, we still have a way to find the little prince.

The monk Kong said: "Let's find Fahu Housheng's location. Can we see it?"

The two still shook their heads.

Tang Ronglei looked disappointed.

Xu Lanjiang said: "The little prince is blessed by heaven. The prince must be worried. Maybe he can come back in a few days."

"I hope so." The monk Kong sighed and sent the two people out of the small hall. When he returned to the small hall, his face was bright enough to drip water.

"Bang bang bang bang..." There was a muffled sound for a while, and after a while, I called the servants to retreat.

Before the servants retreated, they found that all the tables and chairs were broken into pieces, and they hurriedly buried their heads to finish cleaning.