Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"You have to sit down even if you can't sit still!" Huinan scolded: "You watched Faxu enter the Western Paradise. You will be able to go there in the future. What is there to cry about? Look at how promising you are!"

Yuan Rong wiped away tears: "Uncle, my master is so incompetent. I just watch the murderer go free!"

"Are you scolding the temple for being incompetent?" Huinan said angrily: "Turning your head, think carefully about how you can let him go free."

Yuan Rong's tears couldn't stop, they kept wiping away and flowing: "If I can't avenge him, I won't have the shame to see him!"

Fakong said: "Master, Master Yuanrong, the Great Light Spell can see a memory of the deceased before his death."

Yuanrong wiped away tears and shook his head.

His heart was broken when he thought about how much torture Fakong had to endure, and he didn't want to listen to what Fakong had to say.

Fakong said: "Senior Brother Faxu fought him three times and was knocked unconscious by one palm. He never woke up again. There was no pain."

"Really?" Yuan Rong looked at him eagerly.

Fakong nodded slowly, his expression serious and determined.

Huinan stared at Fakong.

Fakong said: "Senior Brother Faxu saw the appearance of the murderer."

"You are so calm!" Huinan picked him up and walked away.

Yuan Rong followed closely.

The three of them drifted down to Huinan's courtyard.

"Fa En, I will serve you with pen and ink!"

"yes."

…

"It's Deng Gao'en!" Huinan looked at the person in the portrait, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "It's definitely him!"

"Master, have you met Deng Gaoen?"

"When Dayong Wulin was besieging Deng Gao'en, senior brother Huiwen and I secretly went over to take a look." Huinan shook his head: "This guy is so good at hiding and is so good at escaping... no wonder there are no clues."

"Senior Brother Fakong should have a pendant in his mouth. It is the pendant on the jade pendant on Deng Gaoen's waist." Fakong said slowly.

Yuan Rong rushed out fiercely.

After several breaths, he came back like a gust of wind, opened his palm, and found a jade bead the size of a mung bean.

The jade beads are green and sparkling, as if containing spring water.

"Faxu..." Yuanrong looked at the jade bead and couldn't help but shed tears.

Faxu Dingran realized that he was outmatched and feared that his life would be in danger, so he found a way to leave clues to the murderer, hoping that the temple would avenge him.

How unwilling and painful he must have been at that time!

Faxu's qualifications are astonishing, his cultivation level is not inferior to that of his master, and his agility and agility are far better than his own master, but...

Thinking of this, his heart ached and he burst into tears.

"With this, that's enough." Huinan said coldly: "What a Deng Gaoen, how courageous a dog is!"

"Uncle Master, how can I chase you?"

"Hmm..." Huinan looked at Fakong: "Mingyue Temple has Taiyin Silent Light Technique and is good at tracking."

Fakong said: "Master, do you really want to ask outsiders for help?"

"Our Vajra Temple doesn't have powerful tracking techniques." Huinan hummed, "We have no problem with doing it, but tracking is the problem."

Fakong said: "Then let me ask Uncle Chengxu for help."

"Chengxu of Daleiyin Temple?" Huinan said.

Fakong said: "Actually, I invited Master Chengxu to come with me this time, but Master Chengxu didn't enter the temple."

If the temple wants to keep its face and not ask for help from outsiders, then there is no need for Chengxu to show up.

"You kid!" Huinan snorted.

Fakong said: "Is it okay to ask Uncle Chengxu for help?"

He knew that Daleiyin Temple also had a very powerful tracking method called Yasha's Incense Catching Technique.

Yasha is a god who is said to be able to eat ghosts. He is the most agile and agile. He is good at smelling scents and recognizing ghosts in human caves. He has no way to escape.

Huinan stroked his silver beard and smiled.

Chengxu is the number one person in the Cheng generation, and others can't even invite him.

Even though he is still at the fourth level now, his combat power is still astonishing.

There is a sky drop between the fourth grade and the third grade. It needs to be polished slowly. It needs to be taken slowly and there is no hurry. A prodigy like Chengxu has been able to step into the third grade a long time ago, but he just stayed at the fourth grade and was not in a hurry to cross over.

He aspires to be at the first level, or even beyond the first level.

They are both fourth-grade masters, but their moves are completely different. Ten average fourth-grade masters are no match for Chengxu alone.

Yuan Rong hesitated: "Senior Brother Chengxu is famous. Doesn't it mean that he has practiced the Asura magic..."

Huinan shook his head and said: "Chengxu is in trouble now. He has suppressed Asura's magical power with the Great Sun Tathagata Immovable Sutra."

Yuan Rong nodded vigorously: "That's perfect!"

Fakong said: "The abbot's side..."

"I'll go talk to the abbot." Huinan said, "Go and ask Chengxu for help."

"Yes." Fakong looked at the jade bead in Yuanrong's hand.

Yuan Rong stared at the jade beads in his hand, his expression changing.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and handed it to Fakong.

Fakong took it, turned around and left slowly.

——

Two hours later, Fakong was by the lake in Medicine Valley, his body shining with the clear light of the lake, as if diamonds were embedded in his body, making a tithe.

Chengxu came slowly, holding a head in his hand.

It was Deng Gaoen's head, with a look of shock on his face, as if he couldn't imagine this fact.

"Bang." Chengxu threw his head onto the grass, rolled it three times, and rolled to Fakong's feet.

Fakong lowered his head and took a closer look.

He found that his heart felt calm, and he did not feel any discomfort at all when he saw the head for the first time.

Hui Wen was a monk, and as many as ninety martial arts masters died under his great demon-suppressing fist.

Mo Qingyun was even better. He had more than a hundred women at a young age, and no less than a hundred martial arts masters died under his sword.

Under their influence, Fa Kong had no strange feeling when facing the head.

"It's him." Fakong raised his head and clasped his hands to Chengxu: "Thank you, uncle."

Chengxu waved his hands nonchalantly: "Is this the famous Deng Gaoen? His cultivation has not improved but regressed, which is very disappointing."

Then he added: "Maybe he was too seriously injured at the beginning. It's good enough to be alive. How can he be safe and sound?"

When Dayong Wulin was besieging Deng Gaoen, he had not yet formally practiced. He thought it would be very difficult this time, but he didn't expect it to be so easy.

Faning strode over and saluted Chengxu. When he saw the head at Fakong's feet, he was immediately shocked.

Chengxu smiled and looked at Faning: "Good boy, this cultivation is not bad, not bad, another top-notch talent."

Faning was embarrassed and didn't dare to look at the head.

His face quickly turned pale, and he couldn't suppress the urge to vomit, so he clasped his hands together: "Brother, I'm going."

"Go and ask the master to come over."

"Yes." Faning turned into a gust of wind and ran away.

——

"Found it?" Huinan's voice came from afar.

He and Yuanrong came floating over.

Chengxu solemnly clasped his hands to Huinan, and then clasped his hands again to return Yuanrong's salute.

Yuanrong's salute was full of affection.

He never expected that Chengxu not only caught up with him, but also killed him directly.

Looking at the head, he hated and was happy, his eyes were sore, if Chengxu hadn't been there, he would have burst into tears.

Chengxu said: "It was very easy to kill."

Huinan shook his head with emotion: "It's really a disaster that has lived for a thousand years. I saw him suffer dozens of palms and was almost broken. He fell into the sea from a cliff of more than 200 meters. I didn't expect that he could still survive!"

"Why didn't you kill him at the beginning!" Yuanrong gritted his teeth.

"Alas..." Huinan shook his head.

Things in the world are so unsatisfactory. How can you kill someone just because you want to? Often, the more you harm others, the more they can survive.

Fakong kept his head down and didn't say anything, staring at the head.

Seeing him strange, Huinan snorted, "Boy, what's wrong? Do you recognize him? You look at him so seriously, as if you really know him!"

Fakong said, "Master, did Deng Gaoen suffer any fatal injuries at that time?"

From Huiwen's memory, he knew that Deng Gaoen's face was disfigured.

Now this head is not disfigured, and it gives him a very strange feeling, as if it is the head of a young man.

This feeling is very strange, inexplicable, and cannot be judged from the appearance. It is a feeling in the dark.

He judged that it might be because of his sensitivity to life span.

"Fatal injuries... That's too much!" Huinan said, "With a palm and a sword, he will definitely die."

"What about the face?"

"There should be injuries on the face." Huinan frowned and looked at the head.

There was no sign of injury on this face.

He waved his hand.

The head flew from the grass into Huinan's left palm, and he was raised to the same height as his eyes and looked at it carefully.

"Strange." Huinan looked over and over, and touched it: "No signs of injury at all."

He turned his head to look at Chengxu.

Chengxu shook his head: "The owner of the jade bead must be him, there is no mistake."

Huinan's frost brows were tightly knitted.

"Uncle Master, it can't be wrong?" Yuanrong was surprised.

"Faxu can't be wrong, Chengxu can't be wrong, then this guy is the murderer!" Huinan touched the frosty white beard, twisting it one by one while analyzing.

Chengxu and Yuanrong nodded.

"But this guy looks like Deng Gaoen, but he doesn't look like him." Huinan continued to analyze: "Could it be that Deng Gaoen had some adventure and all his scars disappeared?"

"Is there such a magical medicine in the world, uncle master?" Chengxu said: "I have never heard of it."

"Then tell me, what's going on?"

"...I can't explain it." Chengxu shook his head.

Yuanrong's face was uncertain.

Fakong suddenly made a seal with his left hand, raised his right palm, and soon released a white light to shine on the head.

Yuanrong's eyes widened suddenly, with an incredible look.

He couldn't believe that Fakong would do such a thing, and actually wanted to help this guy to enter the Western Paradise!

Just as he was about to speak, a round ball of light floated out of the head, twisting in the air and changing into a little man.

But it was a young little man.

The appearance was different from the head.

"The art of disguise!" Chengxu said coldly.

Fakong untied the hand seal and let the little man slowly sink back into the head.

"It's not him!" Huinan shook his head: "It's not Deng Gaoen!"

He snorted: "I said, Deng Gaoen was so seriously injured, how could he still be alive, someone is using his face to do bad things!"

He frowned again: "But he really performed Changchun Gong."

Chengxu nodded suddenly: "I thought he was injured so his cultivation level declined greatly, it turned out to be a fake!"

Fakong remained silent.

He digested the memory of Deng Yuanzheng in his mind.

Deng Yuanzheng, the legitimate son of Deng Gaoen, was born posthumously.

Deng Gaoen knew that he would not be spared, so he left a letter to his lover.

If the child or she was killed by the enemy, then forget it. If he was lucky enough to keep it a secret from the world, then he would open this letter when the child was 28 years old.

In this letter, he wrote the location of Changchun Gong, the method of opening it, and the taboos of practicing it.

Before the age of 28, Deng Yuanzheng lived an ordinary life.

As an ordinary farm child, he went to work in a small town at the age of 18. After joining a small gang, he was promoted by a nobleman and followed into a big gang in the city.

After entering the big city, he became indistinguishable from the crowd.

In the city, he was just an ordinary gang disciple. At the age of 28, he became a small leader by luck.

When he slept with his wife in his arms, he often thought about the future.

If he was over 50 and still couldn't reach the Tianyuan realm and couldn't condense the Gang Qi, then he would find a job to support the elderly, or guard the house, or open a school to teach disciples. Anyway, it was not suitable for him to stay in the gang anymore.

On his 28th birthday, his mother gave him this letter from Deng Gaoen, and he learned about his life experience.

He knew that he was the son of the world-known big devil, and his blood was his direct descendant.

Not only did he not feel ashamed, but he was proud.

Being in the gang, the concept of respecting the strong has been deeply rooted in his bones. No matter whether he is a good person or a devil, as long as his martial arts are strong, he will be majestic and happy!

He practiced Changchun Gong without hesitation.

Although there were many backlashes and pains, compared with the rapid improvement, he had no regrets, only gratitude.