Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Now he has achieved his goal preliminarily.

If helping Chengxu suppress the Asura magic was just luck, then helping Jingli suppress it is no longer luck.

This is the real effect of the Buddhist mantra.

It can dispel most of the doubts of the Great Leiyin Temple. After all, Jingli was completely demonized, and was pulled back by the Qingxin Mantra.

The rest will be left to time.

He believes that there are so many eminent monks in the Great Leiyin Temple. There will always be one who passes away within a month. If there is not one month, there will be two months, and if there are not two months, there will be three months. He must wait until there is one who passes away.

Putting the round wooden tablet into his arms, Fakong pointed to the west: "Uncle, who is that Mr. Chu?"

Chengxu shook his head: "Which Mr. Chu?"

"Forget it, uncle is a disciple of the inner temple."

"I will go down the mountain to train soon. Fakong, if you have anything else, just tell me."

Fakong shook his head.

The Leiyin Xisui Sutra can only be obtained through the Great Light Mantra, so there is nothing else.

Chengxu stood up and stopped when he was about to go out: "By the way, keep your distance from Uncle Jingli."

Fakong looked like he was asking for advice.

Chengxu sighed and shook his head: "Uncle Jingli has great ambitions."

"What ambitions?"

"Uncle Jingli is always silent and can't explain it. Anyway, he is ambitious and will inevitably do something excessive."

"Is he holding a great grudge? His hatred is too deep and too strong, which will cause his state of mind to be unbalanced and unable to stop the backlash of Asura's magic."

"Great grudge... the elders of the Holy Church of Light." Chengxu sighed and said: "We can't help."

The Great Snow Mountain Sect, the Holy Church of Light, and the Tianhai Sword Sect are the top sects in Daqian, with equal strength.

It is difficult for Uncle Jingli to borrow strength from the Great Leiyin Temple to deal with the elders of the Holy Church of Light, and he can only rely on his own ability.

Unfortunately, the elders of the Holy Church of Light are too strong, and Uncle Jingli cannot take revenge.

There is hope only when the martial arts of the Great Leiyin Temple are practiced to the peak, which takes decades, and Uncle Jingli can't wait.

He doesn't want his enemy to live one more day.

"The Holy Church of Light..."

Through Huiwen's memory, Fakong knows the Holy Church of Light.

In his memory, Huiwen avoided the Holy Church of Light.

The Holy Church of Light is rigid, not smooth and gentle, rigid, and upholds justice and stubbornness.

You can never win the argument with them.

If you can't win the argument, it's hard to beat them.

So when facing these people, you can only stay away from them.

As the two were talking, Chengxu raised his eyebrows suddenly: "Is he here to see you?"

Fakong listened attentively.

The footsteps stopped outside the door, and then there was a knock on the door: "Brother Fakong."

"Come in." Fakong said loudly.

He knew it was Faen as soon as he heard the footsteps.

Faen pushed the door open, with a handsome face and slender figure, and came to Fakong lightly.

"Brother Fakong, please return to the temple as soon as possible." Faen's handsome face was solemn.

"What happened? Did the master..." Fakong's face sank slightly.

"It's not the master, it's the temple that has an accident." Faen said solemnly.

Fakong looked at Chengxu.

Chengxu said: "I'll go first, Fakong, if you have something to do, just go directly. When you come back, I may have gone down the mountain... But I will have someone keep this monastery, you can come and live here at any time, and it's okay to live here forever."

Fakong clasped his hands together.

Chengxu took a step forward and disappeared.

Fakong retracted his gaze and looked at Faen, indicating that he should explain clearly.

Faen looked around and whispered: "Brother Faxu was killed. The master wants to ask you to go back and save Brother Faxu."

Fakong frowned at him and indicated to continue.

"Brother Faxu's body was exhausted and his death was extremely tragic. Master really couldn't bear it and wanted you to help him ascend to the Western Paradise!" Faen showed a look of reluctance.

"Who did it?"

"Master said it was from Dayong Changchun Valley, but Changchun Valley is said to have been wiped out since the death of the valley master Deng Gaoen."

Fakong hesitated for a moment: "You go back first, I'll be back soon!"

"Master told me not to make this public..." Faen hesitated.

Huinan had told him before coming here to come secretly and go and come back quickly.

As Huinan's novice monk and a close friend, Faen certainly understood Huinan's meaning.

Family disgrace should not be made public. If the disciples of Vajra Temple were killed and revenge could not be taken, it would be a humiliation.

But revenge could not be taken.

The 108 temples of the Great Snow Mountain Sect were not harmonious. They fought openly and secretly and never stopped, all wanting to compete for the position of the top nine temples.

He didn't know why the temples were fighting for the title of the Nine Temples, but he knew that he must not publicize this matter and make the Vajra Temple a laughing stock.

Fakong said coldly: "Go."

He was filled with anger, as if the Vajra Temple was his wings and roots. Killing the disciples of the Vajra Temple would make him his enemy!

"...Yes!" Faen agreed helplessly.

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Vajra Temple

Talin

When Fakong arrived outside the Talin, hundreds of monks were already standing on the open space outside the Talin courtyard gate, wearing gray robes, standing solemnly and silently.

The atmosphere was tragic and full of anger.

When Fakong came closer, they ignored him and just stared at the Talin courtyard gate in silence.

Fakong stopped and didn't force his way in.

As he expected, Huinan's voice soon came out: "Fakong, come in!"

"Yes, Master." Fakong clasped his hands.

The monks turned their heads to look at him.

Fakong clasped his hands and saluted the monks.

They returned the salute: "Brother Fakong."

Most of these disciples are from the Dharma generation, they are young, their temples are bulging, and their eyes are shining brightly when they look forward.

Fa Kong walked forward slowly, and they naturally moved out of the way and looked at him, feeling both strange and curious.

Fa Kong entered the Tallinn and saw that the altar was already full of people.

The third floor at the bottom is for young monks, the second floor is for middle-aged monks, and the first floor is for old monks.

Piles of dark clouds gathered over Tallinn, thick and heavy, gloomy and oppressive, and the air seemed to have become heavier.

In the center of the altar is an Arhat bed, with a skeleton lying on the bed.

The flesh and blood all over the body has disappeared, leaving only a piece of skin loosely covering the bones.

Huinan waved: "Come here!"

Fakong walked up the steps slowly, saluting as he walked, and came to Huinan.

He saw a tall and burly old monk next to Huinan. His square face was slightly golden, as if he had been coated with a layer of gold paint.

So they tithe: "Abbott."

He knew that it was only when he had practiced the indestructible power of Vajra to a very high level that he would have this strange appearance.

In the whole temple, there are only four people who have started to practice the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility, and Abbot Hui'an is one of them.

Hui'an also practiced the indestructible power of Vajra to a very high level.

Hui An calmly nodded and said, "Fakong, cast a spell."

"yes."

Fa Kong responded.

He quickly recovered from the shock and regained his composure.

Faxu's death was too tragic. He knew from Hui Wen's memory that it was caused by Changchun Gong in Changchun Valley.

The Changchun Valley in Dayong is the evil way among evil ways, even the devil despises it.

Demonic disciples act in extreme ways and are vicious, but they are unable to commit such evil acts.

Devouring blood and essence to replenish oneself is equivalent to cannibalism.

It is no wonder that Dayong Wulin provoked everyone to kill him. Deng Gaoen, the owner of Changchun Valley, was killed by everyone on Tinghai Cliff.

Changchun Valley was completely exterminated.

Deng Gaoen's body has never been found, but he was so seriously injured that it was impossible to survive after jumping from a cliff more than 200 meters high into the sea.

Maybe it was swallowed by a giant fish.

Fakong took a deep breath in the eyes of the monks, dispelled distracting thoughts, and restored his calm mind.

The left hand is in the mudra, the right palm is raised, and the lips are moving.

His strange appearance was reflected in the widened eyes of the monks: his right palm glowed, forming a beam of light, and at the other end of the beam was Faxu, who had turned into a skeleton.

The eyes of all the monks widened.

Only the five old monks who had seen the Great Light Spell before remained calm. After glancing sideways at everyone's gaffe, they hurriedly stared at Fakong's right palm again, trying to understand its mystery.

Who wouldn’t want to practice such a great light spell?

Faxu's soul condensed into a small figure, Heshi saluted Faxu, and turned into a white light rising into the sky.

Thousands of golden lights appeared in the clouds, reflecting the clouds into golden edges.

The monks' eyes widened even more.

They wanted to see clearly what was in the golden light.

After Faxu's soul turned into white light and entered the golden light, the golden light disappeared slowly, as if it had never appeared before.

From the time the golden light appeared to when it disappeared, it only took five or six breaths.

If you don't stare all the time, when you notice something strange and look up, it has already disappeared, and you will suspect that you are dazzled and have an illusion.

"Amitabha!"

Hui'an loudly announced the Buddha's name, which resounded throughout the entire Daleiyin Temple.

He tithes toward the sky, and then tithes toward the sky.

The law and emptiness combine to return the favor.

"It's so good that Faxu has ascended to the Western Paradise." Hui'an said to the monks, "But we will never let this murderer go!"

The monks nodded solemnly.

"Monks, cheer up and perform your duties. Don't let others take advantage of you and cause chaos!"

"yes!"

"Go ahead."

"……yes."

"Abbot!" A middle-aged fat monk standing on the middle floor of the altar raised his hand and spoke slowly.

Hui An looked at him solemnly: "Yuanrong, let's talk."

"I want to hunt down the murderer myself!" Yuan Rong has a short stature, a round fat face, and looks friendly.

At this time, his face was serious, his small round eyes were flashing with cold electricity: "If we don't avenge this revenge, our Vajra Temple..."

An old monk on the highest floor hummed: "Yuanrong, don't rush this matter, as it's easy to make mistakes if you rush!"

"Elder Huixiao, are you saying you won't take revenge now?" Yuan Rong asked in a deep voice.

The young monks at the lowest level all showed angry expressions and couldn't help but speak, and there was a sudden buzz.

"Aren't you going to hunt now?"

"If we didn't chase him, if we delayed, that guy would have disappeared long ago!"

"If this revenge is not avenged, I will feel uneasy!"

"Blood debt must be paid with blood!"

…

Abbot Hui'an raised his big hand.

The monks stopped talking and looked at Hui'an.

Hui An said slowly: "I watched Faxu grow up. If you want revenge, I want revenge more than you. The temple is already taking action and is investigating. We will never let Faxu die in vain!"

"Abbott, who is the murderer?"

"Such a method should be easy to know, right?"

Hui'an said slowly: "Before you figure it out, you can't talk nonsense, so as not to go astray and be used by others."

Fakong stood beside Huinan and nodded secretly.

The company in his previous life had hundreds of employees, so he could understand Hui An.

The disciples were so angry that they wanted to kill the murderer immediately, but Hui'an, as the abbot, could not be swayed by his emotions.

Who is the murderer?

Is it setting the blame?

Is there any hidden secret?

These must be clarified one by one, and they cannot be reacted and dealt with simply and crudely like martial arts masters.

Otherwise, he would be used as a knife by others and still not know it.

Yuanrong said dissatisfiedly: "Abbot, that is to say, we can't be impatient, we have to investigate slowly, right?"

Huian spoke slowly and seriously: "We can't investigate slowly, but we can't be too impatient and let others take advantage of us... Don't worry, the temple will give Faxu an explanation and everyone else an explanation, and then we will disperse!"

"Amitabha!" The monks put their hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, and slowly retreated.

Yuanrong hummed twice in dissatisfaction.

Unfortunately, Huian was so majestic that his disciples believed and obeyed him.

Huian and the monks left, and Yuanrong still stood there without moving.

Huinan came close to him and said unhappily: "You are out of your mind!"

Yuanrong looked up at him, his eyes slightly red: "Uncle Master."

"Don't you think about it, can the abbot let the murderer go? Do you need to question him in front of everyone?"

"But why don't you chase him now?"

"Don't worry, he can't escape!"

"Too slow,... too slow." Yuanrong's eyes were red: "We should have taken action a long time ago. It's better to catch the wrong person than to let him go!"

"Nonsense!" Huinan scolded: "Look at you, what a state you are in, go back and rest, you are not allowed to do anything!"

"Uncle Master..." Yuanrong burst into tears: "How can I rest? How can I sit still?!"