Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Fa Konghe tithes.

Chu Xiong snorted: "If you don't let her be the master of the palace, I have to tell her about this. When the time comes, she won't blame you, but I won't be able to blame you!"

He didn't believe that Zhu Ni didn't want to be the master of the palace.

Every disciple of Shenwu Palace wants to be the master of the palace.

Palace Lord means glory and a life worth living. Who can resist?

Zhu Ni's original qualifications were not very outstanding. When she was sent there, it was just a casual move. She didn't expect Zhu Ni to be able to succeed. After all, her sound killing technique was not very powerful before and her future was limited.

The art of sound killing requires too high qualifications. If you cannot practice it to a high enough level, it will lose all its power. To practice it to a high enough level, you not only need enough qualifications, but also enough opportunities.

Therefore, her sound-killing skills are useless, and she herself is not taken seriously.

For her to become the Palace Master, I am afraid that she has never thought about it. It is a huge surprise and a huge temptation. If she doesn't believe that she can really resist it, even if the law and space persuade her, it will be useless.

People are not only rational, but also driven by emotions. Sometimes the emotions burst out with stronger and unstoppable driving force.

When the time comes, Fakong's obstruction will not only be ignored, but will also arouse Zhu Ni's resentment. How will Fakong deal with it? She is Lin Feiyang's wife.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Fakong saw through his thoughts and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, do you think she wants to become the master of the palace?"

"No one wants to." Chu Xiong said proudly.

The head of the Shenwu Mansion is a supreme honor, even more so than Sizheng of the Green Clothes Department and Sizheng of the Southern Supervision Department. He can be said to be the pillar of the country, how could he not think so.

Fakong smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you got it wrong."

"Impossible." Chu Xiong was confident: "Even if she says she doesn't want to, she's just saying it. In fact, she does want it in her heart. She's just suppressing it and trying to compromise."

Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.

If Chu Xiong insisted on this, it would be useless for him to say anything.

Chu Xiong hummed: "A woman's heart is unfathomable, and your clairvoyance may not be effective."

"That's what your Majesty says," Fa Kong no longer refuted or argued about this, and said with a smile, "The poor monk will leave."

"Well, I still have something to do." Chu Xiong waved his hand, turned and left Lingkong Temple.

Fakong stood on the steps and looked at him, his eyes turned on his back, and he breathed a sigh of relief, so that Chu Xiong would not act unwisely in anger.

According to his own clairvoyance, Chu Xiong did not do anything unwise, but being so depressed was actually a big trouble. He had been accumulating anger and resentment, and he had been trying to find ways to get back.

Xu Zhijian was quickly transferred to the Southern Supervision Department, Ning Zhenzhen was also transferred back to Daqian, and Li Ying was reused. In short, she tried every means to make herself uncomfortable.

He was doing it not for anything else but to let out a sigh of relief.

Therefore, sometimes Chu Xiong is not so rational and still acts emotionally.

Unless he really wanted to be cruel and depose Chu Xiong or push him down from the throne, he could only resolve it in advance to avoid the resentment from causing greater consequences and making him unhappy.

He withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of Dayong, towards Xiaomiaolian Temple.

Training the great masters of other sects in Dayong to close the gap with Daimyolian Temple seems to be a plot against Daimyolian Temple, but in fact it is to break the situation and hinder King Chun's plan.

When several other sects came together to stand side by side with the Great Myoulian Temple, King Chun's plan was useless. Even if he became the abbot of the Great Myoulian Temple, he would not be able to achieve his goal of immortality.

This is the opportunity for King Ming and the vitality of the Great Myoulien Temple.

His eyes fell on Monk Yuande, and he saw Monk Yuande following Monk Bencheng, sitting cross-legged in a pagoda, continuing to recite Buddhist scriptures.

He had been reciting it for four days and four nights, and Monk Bencheng had reached his limit, so he wanted to get away. He wanted to see if Monk Bencheng could get away from Monk Yuande.

Monk Yuande's cultivation is not as good as his own, but his cultivation is amazing enough. What's more, he has practiced for one life in his previous life. If the two lifetimes are accumulated, he must have some amazing secrets and be able to perform extraordinary feats.

While he was observing, Monk Bencheng, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were introverted and empty, as if they had no focus and no light to shine out.

His figure suddenly became weak and became as hazy as a figure in the water.

The figure swayed slightly, like the sway of a lake, and the figure swayed with it, becoming more and more unreal.

The next moment, monk Yuande Heshi's palms suddenly spread apart, formed a strange mudra, and softly uttered one word: "Ding!"

The entire pagoda suddenly shook, like a bell being struck.

All the Buddha statues on the wall of the tower are trembling, as if all the Buddhas are drinking at the same time. The word "Ding" vibrates in the void, and the golden Sanskrit characters are faintly visible.

Monk Bencheng's illusory figure suddenly became real. His face turned pale and he looked at Monk Yuande in surprise.

Monk Yuande looked solemn, formed a seal with his hands, and said calmly: "Uncle Master, let's continue to face the wall to cleanse our hearts."

Monk Bencheng looked at his handprints and frowned: "Where did you learn this, nephew?"

"I got it from a chance encounter in the last life." Monk Yuande said calmly.

"I've never seen you use it before." Monk Bencheng said.

Monk Yuande said: "There is no need to use it yet."

"I have never seen such a miraculous skill before." Monk Bencheng looked at Monk Yuande and smiled: "This sound attack technique consumes a lot of money. You can't use it a few times, right?"

Monk Yuande said calmly: "It's more than enough to protect you, Uncle Master."

Ben Cheng suddenly smiled and shook his head: "Well, you are worthy of being the monk Yuan De."

Yuan De frowned and stared at him, feeling that Ben Cheng had changed a little, as if he was not the original Ben Cheng, as if there was a layer of strange aura flowing.

His expression slowly became solemn, and he took out a string of Buddhist beads from his sleeve and handed it to Ben Cheng: "Uncle Master, please hold this bead."

Ben Cheng frowned at him, and then looked at the Buddhist beads.

Yuan De handed the Buddhist beads forward: "Uncle Master."

Ben Cheng smiled and said: "This is not your Buddhist beads? ... Um, it is Master Fa Kong's?"

"Yes." Monk Yuan De nodded solemnly.

Ben Cheng sighed and said: "Master Fa Kong..."

Yuan De handed the Buddhist beads forward again: "Master! Uncle!"

Ben Cheng smiled and said: "What is the magic use of this Buddhist beads? Is it to restrain me?"

Yuan De said: "Uncle Master, you will know after trying it."

"... That's it." Monk Ben Cheng reached out to take the Buddhist beads.

Monk Yuande looked tense, but the Buddhist beads showed no reaction.

This is because there is no external evil.

Monk Bencheng smiled and said, "It seems that there is no reaction. Are these Buddhist beads a joke?"

Monk Yuande breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly, "Uncle Bencheng, Prince Chun cannot be killed."

Monk Bencheng smiled, "Is there anyone in the world who cannot be killed? Anyone who is entangled in karma can be killed, no matter who it is."

Monk Yuande said, "Uncle, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Monk Bencheng said, "If you think about the consequences of everything, then you can't do anything. If you think about the consequences of everything, why should I practice the karma knife?"

"Uncle..."

"Amitabha." Monk Bencheng hung the Buddhist beads on his wrist, closed his eyes and remained motionless, and entered into meditation again.

Fakong smiled when he saw this.

Monk Yuande's sound attack technique was studied by the two of them together, and they fully understood its mysteries and helped Monk Yuande practice to his current level.