Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Chu Ling and the other three nodded vigorously.

They felt the same way.

When they were practicing before, they didn't feel tired at all. Instead, they felt endless joy and wanted to keep practicing until the end of time.

But once they stopped, they were exhausted and wanted to faint immediately, as if all their strength and spirit were drained.

This was in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple. If it was outside, this situation would be very dangerous.

More importantly, the body was so tired, but there was no warning, and they continued to practice.

This was absolutely against the rules.

When the cultivation reached this level, the body already had spontaneous intuition, and it would issue a warning once something was wrong.

This mental method actually blocked this warning.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong.

Chu Ling asked: "Is this a magic skill?"

Fa Kong pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: "It does have the effect of confusing the mind, it should be considered a magic skill."

"Then can we still practice?" Chu Ling asked.

Fakong smiled: "If I say you can't practice, you won't want to practice, right?"

"If it's really a magic skill, then don't practice it." Chu Ling looked at Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang: "Right?"

Zhou Yang said: "With Master here, what's the magic skill!"

Zhou Yu shook his head.

If it's a magic skill, it's better not to practice it.

This magic skill is different from the magic skills of the six paths of the Demon Sect, and it has a stronger impact on the mind.

If you indulge in it at the beginning, you will lose control after practicing for a long time, and you will definitely be deeply trapped in it and unable to extricate yourself.

Once you can't extricate yourself, it is likely to endanger your body and mind, causing great damage, and at best you will go crazy and die.

Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong: "Master, can we continue to practice?"

Fakong said: "It originally has a way to restrain it, that is, this sphere. Once it runs out of power, it will naturally interrupt the practice."

The four looked at the sphere.

The reason why they can practice for so long is that once the sphere runs out of power, it will be replenished immediately.

Consuming and replenishing all the time, they kept practicing, and finally stopped when they couldn't support it anymore.

If there was no replenishment, they would have stopped long ago.

"It turns out that this sphere is also a means of restraint." Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "It's really exquisite."

"Is it a coincidence?" Zhou Yang said.

Chu Ling nodded.

She also thought it was a coincidence.

But this also shows the wonder of the creation of heaven and earth. The shortcomings of the sphere just eliminate the shortcomings of this mental method. It is a masterpiece of heaven.

So this mental method must be practiced and must not be missed.

Fakong said: "For the time being, it doesn't matter."

"Then practice quickly." Zhou Yang said hurriedly.

He has recovered from this moment of practice, and his spirits are radiant. His eyes are shining, and he can't wait to continue practicing.

Fakong said: "Practice tomorrow, and try to figure it out today and think carefully about the feelings of practice."

"...Okay." Zhou Yang agreed helplessly.

Since Fakong has spoken, he must listen.

When the four turned to leave, Chu Ling did not leave. She turned back to Fakong and stared at him.

Fakong said, "Wang Huchen was injured, it was indeed not me."

Chu Ling snorted and said, "You can obviously let him avoid it, why don't you try to let him avoid it?"

Fakong smiled.

Chu Ling said, "I believe it was not you, but what about the emperor? Why do you have to test the emperor's patience?!"

Wang Huchen was injured, it must not be Fakong's fault. He disdains to be a person who goes back on his word.

But I believe this, what about the emperor?

How suspicious is the emperor?

Fakong said, "The emperor is more patient than you think."

Chu Ling said angrily, "How can the emperor have any patience? Do you have to force the emperor to take action?"

She has been very angry since she heard the news last night. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She felt that Fakong's move was too inappropriate.

She thought about it and felt that Fakong's move would anger Chu Xiong.

Fakong raised his eyebrows: "Is the emperor going to take action?"

"If this continues, it's hard to say!" Chu Ling snorted.

Fakong looked at her.

Chu Ling suddenly sighed.

Fakong smiled and said: "You can't hide your words, just say it all."

She couldn't hide her words and emotions, and she was impatient at a glance.

Chu Ling sighed: "Father is very sensitive to your actions. He may take a little thing very seriously, causing an unstable state of mind."

She felt that Chu Xiong was a little crazy.

He was too nervous about Fakong's affairs. He had to investigate and study every little thing, and think about it over and over again.

He made a mountain out of a molehill and worried about gains and losses.

So she told Chu Xiong not to care so much about Fakong's opinion. He wouldn't do anything anyway. At most, he would just stand aside and watch the fun.

Chu Xiong shook his head, saying that she was too wishful and had no sense of crisis, and didn't know how to take precautions before it happened.

Because Fakong can see the future, any subtle action in front of him may contain deep meaning and determine the future.

So it must not be underestimated, and it is not too important to attach importance to it.

Chu Ling disagreed, thinking that even if he could see the future, he might not be targeting the future in everything, and he was not so idle.

But these words did not convince Chu Xiong at all, and he could not even argue with Chu Xiong. He was criticized by Chu Xiong and then kicked out of the Imperial Garden.

She was extremely angry, both for Chu Xiong's stubbornness and Fakong's arrogance.

Fakong said: "Your Majesty thinks too much. No matter what I do, I will not endanger Daqian."

"But you didn't tell your father this at all."

"I said it, and the emperor believed it?"

"...at least he will be more stable and not worry too much." Chu Ling paused and said helplessly.

Fakong smiled.

Chu Ling lowered his shoulders in frustration and sighed: "Yeah..., he won't believe it."

The emperor only believes what he thinks, and doesn't believe what others say, and doesn't listen to others.

This is really helpless and annoying.

And Fakong is the same.

They are all worrying, and it's really hard for me to be caught in the middle.

Fakong said: "Your trouble is that you think too much and make yourself too tired."

"How can I not think about it!" Chu Ling said: "Seeing that the emperor is so tired, how can I not feel distressed."

Although the emperor is so tired, most of it is self-inflicted, but I still want to share his worries, help him, and relieve some of his troubles.

Fakong thought for a while: "Okay, I'll write a letter to the emperor."

Chu Ling was immediately refreshed.

Fakong said, "Please ask the emperor to come over and talk about what you think and say whatever you want."

"It couldn't be better!" Chu Ling was overjoyed: "It should have been done a long time ago!"

Fakong laughed: "If it's earlier, the emperor won't listen to me."

"Then write it quickly." Chu Ling said, "I'll send it over right away."

"Okay." Fakong extended his hand.

Chu Ling hurried into his room, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, quickly ground them, and respectfully presented the purple brush.

Fakong picked up the pen and wrote a letter.

After a while, he finished writing, blew twice, folded it, put it in an envelope and handed it to Chu Ling.

After Chu Ling took it, he disappeared immediately, and the next moment he appeared at the door of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, and the next moment, he appeared in the middle of the Suzaku Avenue, and then soon appeared outside the Humble Administrator's Hall.

Chu Xiong took the letter, opened it and took a look, frowned and looked at Chu Ling.

Chu Ling stared at him eagerly: "Father, do you want to meet Fakong?"

"..." Chu Xiong pondered.

Chu Ling hurriedly said, "Let's meet him and hear what he has to say. We can't just keep guessing."