Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Don't underestimate his relationship with the Guangming Holy Cult," Hu Shuxia said slowly: "His relationship with Xu Zhijian is excellent, deeper than we imagined."

"Hey, can the people of the Guangming Holy Religion still have good relations with others?" A middle-aged man shook his head and said with a smile: "They have no taste at all, but no one wants to have anything to do with them."

The principles followed by the disciples of the Guangming Holy Cult are too strict and are simply contrary to human nature. Life is worse than death.

All of them are geniuses, with profound cultivation and bright and selfless actions. They are indeed close to saints.

But it’s very uncomfortable to be friends with them. You will be compared to others and you will be blamed by them.

In this case, if you want to run away as soon as you see them, who will be friends with them?

Hu Shuxia looked at him, shook his head and said: "If you are an ordinary person, it is indeed difficult to become friends with the disciples of the Guangming Holy Cult, but Fakong is not an ordinary person."

Everyone fell silent.

Fan Mingdao: "We know that Master Fa Kong and Xu Zhijian have a close friendship, but this is just a personal relationship. The Holy Sect of Light has always made a distinction between public and private matters."

Everyone nodded hurriedly.

Why the disciples of the Guangming Holy Cult cannot make friends with others is also related to this article, not to talk about personal relationships.

Public is public, private is private, and if public and private are clearly distinguished, then there is no human touch, and there is no benefit in making friends with them.

Everyone is interested in profit, and there is no benefit, so why waste your time maintaining a relationship?

Hu Shuxia sighed and said: "Xu Zhijian can distinguish between public and private, but Fakong does not distinguish between public and private."

Fan Ming frowned and said, "What do you mean by this?"

Hu Shuxia said: "In order to help Xu Zhijian, Fa Kong must also help the Guangming Holy Cult. The last time the Guangming Holy Cult disciples escaped unharmed, it was because of Fa Kong. He secretly took action and used Buddhist spells to save the Guangming Holy Cult disciples. "

"Which time?"

"That's the last time."

"...That time when Xu Zhijian made a big splash?"

"Exactly." Hu Shuxia shook his head and said: "That time, we suffered huge losses, but not a single disciple of the Guangming Holy Cult died."

Everyone's faces looked ugly.

The last loss left them disgraced and frightened, and they have yet to recover.

I have never encountered such a powerful Holy Religion of Light. It is simply crazy. More importantly, no matter how hard they try, they will not die. Only their people will die.

"Fakong is casting a Buddhist spell in secret." Hu Shuxia said these words indifferently, and said no more, and there was no need to say anything more.

Everyone immediately started talking and became angry.

They all gnashed their teeth and complained that Fa Kong was too insidious and even hid in the dark to help secretly.

This is actually no different from beating them.

"If it doesn't work, let's get rid of Fakong first." Someone whispered.

He kept his voice low.

But the people around him were still stunned when they heard this, and they all looked over, as if they were looking at a stranger.

The man was a middle-aged man with a plain appearance, short and thin body. Facing the strange looks from everyone, he gritted his teeth and said, "If you dare to go against us, you are our enemy. There is no need to show mercy."

People around sighed.

This is obviously a fool who is not very well-informed, so he has such an idea.

"Is this my idea wrong? Do you have to leave Fakong to cause trouble for us?" the thin middle-aged man asked dissatisfied.

He knew Fa Kong's reputation, so he spoke very quietly.

But he was just afraid of Fa Kong, not that he didn't want to kill Fa Kong. The more he was afraid of Fa Kong, the more he wanted to kill him. Only the dead Fa Kong would pose no threat.

"Old Wei, haven't you heard?" Someone couldn't help but ask, "It's impossible for Fakong to be assassinated?"

The skinny middle-aged man was dissatisfied: "Why not?"

"He has supernatural powers."

"Is he really that amazing?"

"His magical powers are real, as are the Buddhist mantras, and his cultivation is unfathomable. How can you assassinate such a person?"

"Just find more people." The thin middle-aged man disagreed: "Find the top masters from each sect and gather them together so that he won't even have a chance to cast the Buddha's spell."

"Then how can we find him?" Someone shook his head and said with a smile: "He has magical powers and can see the assassination. Just avoid it in advance."

"...Then find someone to lure him here." The skinny middle-aged man hummed: "Capture his disciples, or capture the masters from the Vajra Temple, or even kill a few masters from the Vajra Temple, so as to lure him here for revenge."

"...Old Wei, these are all bad ideas of yours. They sound reasonable, but they are actually nonsense."

"Why is it not working?"

"If you say this now, I'm afraid he has already known it." An old man sighed: "Every move will be watched. Before he can gather people, he has already taken action to kill people, not to mention that it is not easy to kill the disciples of Vajra Temple. of."

The thin middle-aged man frowned: "Is there nothing we can do?"

"If there was really a way, he would have died long ago." Hu Shuxia said calmly: "It's better to stay away from this guy."

"You can't be beaten passively, right?" The thin middle-aged man said dissatisfiedly: "This is too frustrating!"

"The Emperor has already thought of a way to keep him as neutral as possible." Fan Ming said with a smile: "He also has a temple in our Yunjing, so he won't be too biased."

"Is it useful?" someone asked.

Fan Ming nodded and said: "It is still of some use, otherwise, he would have taken action aggressively, and we don't know what would have happened."

It is hard to imagine how much damage the monk Fakong would cause once he lets loose. Just thinking about it makes people shudder.

He has supernatural powers. The combination of the divine eye and the divine foot makes no one able to stop him from assassinating. He can kill anyone he wants.

Not to mention him, there is also his attendant Lin Feiyang, who kills without blinking an eye and is hard to guard against.

It is said that there is another attendant who is also a top killer. If these three people attack together, how many people in Dayun can stop them?

By then, these guys would probably have surrendered long ago and would not have the intention to resist at all.

Hu Shuxia said indifferently: "It does work, but even if he restrains himself, it is already troublesome enough."

"Is the Holy Church of Light really so terrible?" Someone said unconvinced: "We have no chance of winning this battle?"

"No." Hu Shuxia said.

Fan Ming frowned at him and smiled: "Mr. Hu, you are too serious. The Holy Church of Light has a fatal flaw."

Everyone looked over.

Hu Shuxia said, "Mr. Fan, you mean that we have few people, right?"

"That's right." Fan Ming smiled and said, "No matter how strong they are, they are not numerous. We can't stop them with a large number of people."

"I'm afraid it may not work." Hu Shuxia shook his head and said, "If Fakong helps secretly, they can see our strengths and weaknesses, and then use more people to fight fewer people."

Fakong's clairvoyance can definitely see this side, see the strengths and weaknesses, and provide it to the Holy Church of Light, so that they can make targeted arrangements to overcome the weakness of having fewer people.

To fight the Holy Church of Light with more people against fewer people is not to defeat them with more people in a fight, which is difficult to do.

They are strong enough, and after joining forces, they are even more unshakable. It is difficult for them to crush them in a short time with three against one.

It is to divide people into more groups and go in more directions, so as to magnify the weakness of the Holy Church of Light with fewer people.

Fan Ming said, "I may not have Fakong to help this time, right?"

Hu Shuxia sighed, "According to my judgment, Fakong will still take action this time."

Fan Ming looked ugly.

The faces of the people around him were also grim, and they looked around, as if Fakong was standing not far away.

Hu Shuxia said: "So, Mr. Fan, please excuse me."

After he said that, he clasped his fists, turned around and left.