Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Everyone in Xuanyang Sect was startled by his sudden appearance.

Seeing Zhu Jiong's clothes, he knew that he was a disciple of the Wuchang Sword Sect, so he didn't dare to mess around and just watched quietly.

Yue Ling was still pretending to be unconscious, and the horse-faced young man said with a grimace: "We really missed..."

"Where is he?" Zhu Jiong shouted: "Where did he move his hands?"

"It's nearby!" the horse-faced young man said hurriedly.

Zhu Jiong said: "Lead the way!"

The horse-faced young man looked at the elders.

They nodded hurriedly: "It was originally a mistake. I didn't know his true identity. Now we can't make the same mistake again. Please lead the way quickly."

"Yes." The horse-faced young man lowered his eyebrows and looked down.

Zhu Jiongli ignored them and picked up the horse-faced young man: "Point to the direction!"

He had turned into a plume of black smoke and shot out.

Everyone hurriedly followed.

Finally, they stopped at a ruined temple, and then found a grave mound on the hill next to the ruined temple, where the bodies were buried.

Zhu Jiong stared at this new tomb in a daze.

He was still in a state of shock and intolerance. There was no sadness yet, only anger.

The horse-faced young man dug together with two middle-aged men and soon dug out a piece of wood.

This piece of wood was as thick as two people hugging each other. It was cut open in the middle, a human figure was dug out, and then put back together, it became a simple coffin.

The purple-faced middle-aged man sighed: "After all, we didn't let the body be exposed in the wilderness, and we even used the coffin to restrain it."

Zhu Jiong stared blankly at a delicate and thin young man in the coffin, his bluish face still showing weakness.

Zhu Jiong lowered his head and stared blankly, then slowly knelt down and reached out his hand to carefully touch his delicate and delicate face.

It's like touching a sleeping person, lest he wake up.

"...Three...third brother." His lips trembled, tears welled up in his eyes and poured into the soil.

Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian stood behind him, looking at the dying young man with heavy and regretful hearts.

Chu Ling said: "Don't waste time, you have to hurry up if you want to revive him."

Hearing the word "resurrection", Zhu Jiong turned his head and looked over, his eyes widening with tears: "Can you really resurrect your third brother?"

Chu Ling said: "It depends on whether you can invite Divine Monk Fakong here. If you are an ordinary person, there is no hope, but you are a disciple of the Wuchang Sword Sect."

"How to invite Divine Monk Fa Kong?!" Huang Yongliang asked hurriedly.

Chu Ling shook her head: "Then I don't know."

Zhu Jiong was immediately disappointed.

Chu Ling said: "Your Wuchang Sword Sect is one of the four major sects, and you are very prestigious. Why not ask Xuankong Temple? It is said that Divine Monk Fakong is there occasionally."

"Xuankong Temple!" Zhu Jiong became energetic and said hurriedly: "I'll go there right away."

He picked up the handsome young man and disappeared into a plume of black smoke. He was no longer too lazy to deal with the horse-faced young man.

Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling looked at Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian.

"If nothing happens to you two girls, why not come here together." Xu Jingxian said, "Let's see if Senior Brother Zhu's third brother can be saved."

It seems that this Chu Xinru has a good understanding of Divine Monk Fakong, and has obviously put in the effort. It is inevitable that he will have to ask for advice when the time comes.

"Let's not go..." Chu Ling hesitated.

Xu Qingluo nodded with a smile: "Yes, we can't help."

"The two girls have already helped a lot." Xu Jingxian said hurriedly: "If Miss Chu hadn't mentioned it, Senior Brother Zhu would now..."

He could imagine it.

If it hadn't given Senior Brother Zhu a glimmer of hope, all the Xuanyang Sect disciples present would have been dead at this time.

Regardless of whether those elders are strong or weak, they are definitely no match for Senior Brother Zhu. Senior Brother Zhu is the Grand Master.

The last time I went to Zhenlongyuan, Senior Brother Zhu was severely punished for making a mistake. He thought about it and missed it, otherwise he would have been in Zhenlongyuan now.

Senior Brother Zhu's cultivation is astonishing and unfathomable. He is a genius among their geniuses, the top genius.

Huang Yongliang said: "You two girls, let's go!"

If it were any later, I might not be able to catch up with Senior Brother Zhu.

Chu Ling looked at Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Then let's go and take a look. If we can help a little, we can help. It's also a good relationship."

"Exactly." Huang Yongliang nodded quickly and looked at Xu Qingluo gratefully.

"Let's go." The four of them drifted away.

The dark eyes of the purple-faced middle-aged man followed them away.

Everyone's mood is heavy and depressing.

A feeling of despair is growing, expanding, and covering everyone.

Seeing Zhu Jiong's appearance just now, it was hard for them to feel lucky that it was his third brother.

They are probably close relatives.

If Zhu Jiong takes revenge, how could he only kill the murderer without implicating the entire Xuanyang Sect?

The burly, middle-aged man said slowly: "Fakong Divine Monk is said to have amazing magical powers and can bring the dead back to life."

The purple-faced middle-aged man turned to look at him.

The burly middle-aged man said: "Senior Brother Hao, I have heard others say that this matter is not an exaggeration or a lie, it is a real thing. In Shenjing, we have saved not just one or two, but hundreds and thousands." "

"But that was in Shenjing!" The purple-faced middle-aged man said solemnly: "Why did the Divine Monk Fakong come to our Dayun to save people?"

Don't forget, Dayun and Daqian are enemies, and they are feuding. I am afraid that the monk Fakong will not dare to save people in Dayun.

That way he will inevitably be considered a traitor by the people of Dagan, and the people he saves will probably kill many Dagan people in the future.

Then he is the sinner of Daqian.

"well--!"

Everyone sighed.

It would be fine if Divine Monk Fakong could be saved, but if he couldn't be saved, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to survive either and would have to be buried with that guy.

Their eyes fell on Yue Ling.

How could they not know Yue Ling's tricks? They just didn't expose them before. Now that he still insisted, they couldn't help it.

"Yue Ling, wake up!"

"Uncle Hao..." Yue Ling slowly opened his eyes, wanting to cry but without tears.

If he knew that boy's background was so bad, how could he dare to reach out? Not only did he not dare to kill him, but he also had to protect him.

But it was too late to say anything now, the big mistake had been made.

"Forget it, let's leave it to fate." The purple-faced middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "At most, we will die."

Yue Ling gritted his teeth and said softly: "Uncle Hao, the two of us will take the blame and commit suicide in front of the Impermanence Sword Sect!"

The horse-faced young man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him.

Yue Ling looked at him: "The two of us will definitely die. Looking at the look of that guy, we know that he will never let us go. What we have to think about is how not to implicate the sect!"

"..." The horse-faced young man opened his mouth, but was speechless.

He was unwilling to die like this.

"If you fake your death and escape, I'm afraid you can't hide it from them at all." Yue Ling said: "If you die, you will be a hero again in 18 years!"

The young man with a horse face gritted his teeth.

Yue Ling smiled miserably: "We are brothers together, and we won't be lonely on the road to the underworld."

The young man with a horse face took a deep breath and let go.

He really didn't want to die.

Originally, he thought he also treated life and death as a child's play. When he saw others crying and begging desperately when killing people, he was very disdainful.

But when the time came, he realized that he was so afraid of death, just like those who died under his sword.

Yue Ling looked at the middle-aged man with a purple face: "Uncle Hao, let's act now, so that they won't come to our door again."

"..."The middle-aged man with a purple face had a complicated expression.

"Uncle Hao, just like you said, the world is a place where the strong prey on the weak. Who made us Xuanyang Sect inferior in skills?" Yue Ling said softly: "We have been robbing treasures, isn't it because we are unwilling to accept it? It's no shame to die for the strength of Xuanyang Sect!"

When Fakong saw this, he felt that Yue Ling was really a talent. If he was not qualified, he would have a place in the martial arts world.

But Fakong didn't feel sorry at all.

This kind of guy is more evil and causes more damage. If he continues to live, I don't know how many innocent people will die.

"Alas!" All the middle-aged men sighed and looked sad.

They couldn't help but feel the same.

As disciples of Xuanyang Sect, they have been fighting for the strength of Xuanyang Sect, but when they meet a really powerful person, they are still at the mercy of others.

This kind of resentment makes them depressed, painful, and desperate.

"Let's fight!" The burly middle-aged man gritted his teeth: "We'll fight! At worst, we'll die!"

"Yes, let's fight!"

Some people echoed.

But the resentment of more people was slowly disappearing, and they regained their composure.

Really want to fight?

Fighting with the Impermanence Sword Sect for these two guys? That's not called fighting, that's called committing suicide.

The purple-faced middle-aged man glanced at the crowd, seeing all kinds of faces, sighed and waved his hand: "Okay, let's wait and see."

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Zhu Jiong rushed into Yunjing like a gust of wind, and came straight to the front of Xuankong Temple, looking at the closed temple door.

Just as he was about to move forward, the temple door "creaked" open, and a handsome young monk was standing inside the door, clasping his hands in salute.

Zhu Jiong held the handsome young man and bowed: "Zhu Jiong, a disciple of the Impermanence Sword Sect, wants to see the monk Fakong!"

"Please follow me." The handsome young monk stretched out his hand and nodded to Huang Yongliang, Xu Jingxian, Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling who rushed over: "All donors, please come with me."

"Is the monk Fakong here?" Huang Yongliang asked hurriedly.

The handsome young monk said calmly: "The abbot just came back."

Several people looked at each other.

Zhu Jiong strode into the threshold, Huang Yongliang and Xu Jingxian hurriedly followed, Xu Qingluo and Chu Ling looked at each other and followed in.

Everyone followed the handsome young monk through the main hall, through the moon gate next to it, and came to a quiet and deep courtyard.

As soon as they entered Xuankong Temple, they felt strange.

All the pores in their bodies were opened, all the pores were breathing, all were cheering, and they were instantly refreshed and invigorated.

Zhu Jiong, who had been anxious as if on fire, also relaxed suddenly, his expression changed from manic to calm, he looked down at the handsome boy, and faintly felt hope: the third brother is saved!

They saw a young monk with ordinary appearance wearing a purple and gold cassock, standing quietly beside the bamboo forest, reaching out to pick up a green bamboo leaf.

Tranquility and peace enveloped him, and then enveloped the green bamboo forest, and the flowerbed in the southwest corner of the courtyard.

The flowers in the flowerbed bloomed, with different colors, and the fragrance of the flowers wafted over again and again, sometimes faint and sometimes rich, all different.

Under the sunlight, the purple and gold cassock seemed to come alive, and thousands of gold coins shuttled non-stop, shining brightly.

"Amitabha." Fakong put all his ten points together.

"Divine monk Fakong!" Zhu Jiong knew that the person in front of him was the legendary divine monk Fakong. He held the handsome young man with one hand and clasped his hands with the other hand, bowed and said: "Please, divine monk, save my third brother!"

Fakong glanced at him and nodded slightly: "Put it on the table."

He flicked his long sleeves, and the teacups and tea stoves on the stone table in front of the flower garden all floated up, and then slowly went into the open main door.

Zhu Jiong was overjoyed and carefully put the handsome young man on the stone table.

Fakong looked at Zhu Jiong.

Zhu Jiong stared at Fakong anxiously and said hurriedly: "Divine monk, my third brother...can he still survive?"

Fakong pondered.

Zhu Jiong was immediately anxious and said: "As long as I can save my third brother, I will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Fakong said: "If I save him, you and him will not kill the people of Daqian in this life. Is it possible?"

"Yes!" Zhu Jiong nodded hurriedly.

Huang Yongliang said: "If the divine monk can save him, not only Senior Brother Zhu, but also the two of us will never kill the people of Daqian in this life."