Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

While Fa Kong was walking, he was still thinking about Chu Yu and Zhao Huaishan.

Zhao Huaishan looks like a soldier.

Huiwen had made friends in the military when he was traveling around the world, so he knew the temperament of those who served in the army very well.

They have a unique temperament. Standing among the crowd, they are like torches at night. You can spot the difference at a glance.

The three major armies in the world are all full of masters, far superior to all the martial arts sects. This is also the solid foundation of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Zhao Huaishan has reached the fourth level at a young age and has a bright future. He actually became a mere guard.

Chu Yu has a noble status and is probably not an ordinary son of a powerful person.

It's just that this Chu Yu's body is indeed weak, with congenital deficiencies that are difficult to change the day after tomorrow, and he is also sick.

The world is like this. Nine times out of ten things are not going as planned, and it is impossible for one person to take advantage of all the benefits.

Just like myself, even though my life span is infinite, my physical qualifications are poor and I cannot act happily. I can only be cautious and cautious.

He thought as he walked, and finally stopped in front of the cave, standing directly in front of the cave to activate the Heart-Cleaning Curse.

Stop after reciting the Purifying Mantra ten times.

He gave a small smile.

The Purifying Mantra has finally reached the third level. From the first level to eliminate distracting thoughts, to the second level to eliminate anger, it has finally reached the third level - to eliminate desire.

With a pure heart mantra, all desires disappear, it’s so effective!

"Fakong, come in." Chengxu's hoarse voice sounded.

Fa Kong entered the cave.

Thirty meters into the dark passage, turn right and your eyes suddenly light up.

But it was an empty stone room.

There was soft light in the stone chamber. It turned out to be eight palace lanterns embedded on the top of the stone chamber.

There are nine black stone figures standing in the room, as tall as humans.

They are so black that they have no luster at all, as if they are black charcoal. At first glance, they look like the material of the Tenchu ​​Divine Sword.

He suppressed his curiosity and saluted Chengxu, who was sitting cross-legged in the gap between the black stone men.

"Your Purifying Mantra really works."

"Uncle, can't you suppress your murderous intention?"

"I thought I could suppress it, but I still underestimated it. I couldn't suppress it, thanks to you."

Fakong looked at these black stones and found palm prints one by one, slightly sunken half a foot deep.

He instantly observed and analyzed that these palm prints were superimposed several times, just like hitting a nail with a hammer. One palm should only sink an inch.

"These are black stones. They are used by me to vent my murderous intentions. There is no mystery behind them."

"Ink stone..." Fakong searched in his mind.

Neither Huiwen nor Mo Qingyun knew about this black stone.

"It's a special ore from our Great Leiyin Temple." Chengxu guessed his curiosity and patted a stone man: "It has no other use except to make it strong."

"This is enough." Fakong stretched out his hand to touch.

The hand felt soft and soft, not like the hard feeling of stone and iron that he thought.

Give it a tap.

"puff!"

The clunk was like hitting leather.

He felt his power being absorbed by the stone man and dispersed, like a body armor he had seen in his previous life.

He shook his head secretly.

The material is different from the Tenchu ​​Divine Sword.

"I really didn't realize that you are quite energetic." Chengxu chuckled and said, "Everyone has lost their sight."

He didn't know how many times he had beaten the black stone man, but when he heard the sound, he knew that the strength was at least two hundred kilograms.

He can easily punch two hundred kilograms. This is a divine power. It is probably not innate but comes from practice.

He always thought that Fa Kong was weak, with shallow cultivation and thin body, as if he could be blown away by a gust of wind.

Fakong smiled and said: "I have practiced the Little Arhat Boxing and the Taiyin Little Form Refining. I only have the strength to fight with others."

"You can kill someone if you're not careful." Chengxu said.

One force can bring down ten.

If the power is strong enough, no matter what the true energy, Gangqi or Shen Yuan is, one punch will smash the person into a pulp.

After Fakong touched the stone man, he looked at Chengxu with a smile.

"Fakong, what's the matter with you?"

"There is something difficult."

"Come and listen, I will help if I can."

"I want to practice the Thunder Sound Cleansing Sutra."

"...Is there anything else?"

"If the Leiyin Marrow Cleansing Sutra doesn't work, then go to the Sutra Collection Pavilion. I want to go in and read the collection of books to increase my knowledge, even if I only read one floor."

"...Any more?"

Chengxu scratched his bald head.

Fakong smiled and said: "It doesn't matter if it doesn't work. I understand that the Sutra Pavilion is not open to the public."

Chengxu lay with his eyebrows furrowed.

Fakong looked around curiously.

This stone room is clean and tidy. Obviously Chengxu looks rough, but he is actually a refined person.

"Alas..." Chengxu said, "That's it, I'll think of a way, but don't have too much hope."

"Uncle Lao."

"Forget about the Leiyin Marrow Cleansing Sutra, it is impossible to spread it to outsiders. There is still a glimmer of hope in the Sutra Pavilion, because the temple regulations do not say that outsiders are not allowed to enter."

"This is a loophole to exploit. Let me think of a solution."

"Thank you, uncle."

——

Fakong returned to his monastery. Just as he was about to open the door and go in, he found the door of an adjacent monastery open.

Fa Kong's monastery is located in front of a stone wall, with a wide square to the south and a cliff at the end of the square.

The stone wall blocks the harshest north wind. There are six monasteries in total, more than fifty meters apart from each other.

Under normal circumstances, these monasteries will not be full of people. If they are separated by one, they are more than 100 meters or even 150 meters apart. It is difficult to hear each other without disturbing each other.

Fakong discovered that someone lived in the adjacent monastery.

"Monk Fakong, nice to meet you." It was Chu Yu.

He was dressed in sable fur, which made his face even paler. He looked at Fakong with a smile and said, "Is this the fate of fate?"

Fakong smiled and said, "Mr. Chu."

Chu Yu coughed lightly and said, "I haven't asked which temple the monk is from yet."

"King Kong Temple."

"Jingang Temple..." Chu Yu was thoughtful.

Fa Kong smiled.

Chu Yu obviously didn't know about Jingang Temple, and thought that Jingang Temple should be quite famous in the world.

"Really from the Vajra Temple?" Zhao Huaishan came out from behind Chu Yu and looked Fakong up and down.

Fa Kong knew what he was thinking as soon as he saw the suspicious look in his eyes.

The Prajna vehicle of Vajra Temple has been discontinued. There are only pure warrior monks and no literary monks.

But I just don't have any cultivation base.

"Is Master Huiwen still there?"

A thin, middle-aged man also appeared behind Chu Yu. His blue shirt was flowing and his expression was indifferent.

"Mr. Lu, do you recognize the monks from Jingang Temple?" Zhao Huaishan asked curiously.

"We had a brief acquaintance."

Dharma Kongheshi said: "Master Huiwen's uncle passed away ten days ago and returned to the bliss of the Western Heaven."

Hui Wen had no memory of the middle-aged man in green shirt.

"I wonder who you are sir?"

"Lu Xuanming."

"...It turns out to be Mr. Lu, nice to meet you." Fakong found the memory of old monk Huiwen, but it was not a friendly memory.

This Lu Xuanming is a master of the Demon Sect's Diaoyue Dao!

Diaoyuedao and Jingang Temple have a big feud.

The Dharma is as empty as still water, and does not allow itself to cause waves.

Huiwen and Lu Xuanming had fought against each other. At that time, they were both fourth-level masters, and it was hard to tell the difference.

Now Hui Wen has passed away, and Lu Xuanming is already a third-level master and is still alive and well.

But it’s not surprising when you think about it.

The magic power was achieved quickly. When Huiwen and Lu Xuanming fought, Huiwen was already sixty, but Lu Xuanming was only twenty. Now Huiwen is one hundred and twenty, and Lu Xuanming is eighty years old.

Diao Yue Dao's martial arts has the effect of keeping his appearance, and it is difficult to tell his true age. When he is eighty years old, he looks like he is thirty or forty years old.

"Mr. Chu, this poor monk takes his leave." Fakong smiled.

The master of Diaoyue Dao actually dared to come to Da Leiyin Temple. Didn't Da Leiyin Temple notice?

How could the master of Shenyuan Mirror not notice it? Why not directly expel it?

It must be because of Chu Yu.

Chu is the surname of the country. From this point of view, this Mr. Chu is probably a royal nobleman.

——

During lunch, Chengxu strode in and told him the good news with a smile.

As long as he accomplishes one thing, he can enter the first floor of the Sutra Pavilion and look at it for as long as he wants.

Fakong asked what was going on.

"See if you can cure a madman."

"madman?"

Chengxu explained the origin of this madman in detail.

It is Jingli who is a generation higher than Chengxu. He practiced the Asura magic five years ago.

It's a pity that the state of the Great Sun Tathagata, the Immovable Sutra, is a little bit behind. The backlash from Asura's magical power was too severe, and he has lost his mind.

He is currently being imprisoned at Xixin Peak.

Xixin Peak is located five miles southwest of Daleiyin Temple, and Chengxu took him there in the blink of an eye.

Xixin Peak has beautiful scenery. Even the peak has no snow. It is a small mountain full of greenery.

When Fakong arrived at the top of the mountain, he saw a total of ten black stone pillars inserted in the pine forest on the top of the mountain. They were black stone pillars.

Each pillar is thirty meters high.

There is a middle-aged monk sitting on each pillar, with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes closed, as if he did not see the arrival of Dharma Kong Chengxu.

Ten pillars form a circle, and a strange net is wrapped between the pillars to form a cage.

A handsome middle-aged monk sat cross-legged in the cage.

He wears a clean yellow monk's robe, has a shiny bald head, his beard and eyebrows are neatly trimmed, and his appearance is solemn.

Fakong looked at the middle-aged monk and then at Chengxu.

Chengxu said: "People should not be judged by their appearance. Master Jingli doesn't look dangerous at all, but in fact he has completely fallen into the path of Asura, completely out of control. He has turned into a monster, a monster that only knows how to kill."

"I'm afraid..." Fakong was embarrassed.

"Try it!"

"Woo..." Suddenly a loud roar came from the middle-aged monk.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

All the bloodshot eyes were filled with blood, the pupils were covered with blood red, and all the eye sockets were blood red.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The middle-aged monk looked like a ghost, and his figure could not be seen clearly. Only a shadow flickered and hit the fence heavily.

Fa Kong was worried whether the fence would be broken or something would go wrong.

The warning signs that arose in his heart were strong enough to prove that the threat of Monk Jingli was no less than that of Mr. Lu.

"If I hear..."

Ten middle-aged monks sitting on the stone pillars chanted the Immovable Sutra of the Great Sun Tathagata in unison, and their voices merged into one, creating a magnificent and solemn effect.

It seems that the whole world is filled with the chanting of the Immovable Sutra by the Great Sun Tathagata, which is vast and majestic.

Fakong speculated that they used thaumaturgy, otherwise they would not be able to produce such sounds and effects.

The handsome middle-aged monk was still banging against the cage, and the dull sound was frightening.

Fa Kong gathered his mind and recited the Pure Heart Mantra.