Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

, Daqian Changsheng

Fakong stood by the embankment, facing the lake.

The breeze came slowly from the vast lake, indescribably refreshing.

The corpse that sank to the bottom of the lake could not disturb his interest.

It would not float up like ordinary corpses, but would stay below until it was completely eaten by fish.

Xu Qingluo also stood beside him, admiring the lotus flowers on the lake, quietly without speaking.

She was born with a strong spirit. With the practice of the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra, she became more sensitive to people's hearts and more considerate.

After a while, Fakong said, "Let's go."

Xu Qingluo pulled his sleeve.

The purple gold cassock rolled and rolled, and Fakong's feet did not move, like riding the waves.

The two quickly entered Mingzhou City and passed the state government.

A group of purple-robed youths had surrounded the government office.

He saw with his mind that the prefect, the co-prefect and the magistrate were surrounded by six purple-robed youths.

The three of them fought desperately.

The three of them stood back to back, forming a small formation, taking care of each other, and unexpectedly not losing the upper hand for a while.

The six purple-robed youths also attacked fiercely, not giving in to each other.

The six of them were not inferior to the other three in terms of cultivation, but the other three used a method of fighting to the death.

In order to avoid their own casualties, and because they were afraid that they would use the move of burning jade and stone at any time, the Kunshan Holy Church's move was too vicious and powerful.

"Master, the Shenwu Mansion has been dispatched, they are finished." Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "This time my father is completely safe."

Fakong nodded.

"Master Fakong!" Zhao Jiping suddenly bowed from a distance among a group of purple-robed youths and called out loudly.

His expression was respectful and affectionate, without any previous dissatisfaction.

After seeing Fakong's methods, he completely understood what was high and low, what was level, and what was despair.

His mentality completely changed: Even if he practiced hard for his whole life, he could not reach this level, so what was there to be dissatisfied about?

Isn't it natural to surrender to the powerful and admire the supernatural power?

Fakong smiled.

Zhao Jiping squeezed his companions aside and came to Fakong, clasping his hands and smiling: "Master is also in Mingzhou."

"Come to play." Fakong nodded: "Since there is something here, I will leave."

"Master, don't worry." Zhao Jiping hurriedly said: "The military marquis is fighting with someone inside, Master, wait a moment, if the military marquis knows that the master is coming but failed to greet him and failed to tell him, he will definitely scold me."

Fakong smiled.

Zhao Jiping chuckled twice and said embarrassedly: "Of course, I also hope that the master will protect me. After all, with the master here, we are full of confidence."

Fakong smiled and said: "Donor Zhao is open-minded."

He saw in his heart that the three people who were fighting desperately suddenly exploded into a blood mist with a "bang", instantly engulfing a hundred meters in radius.

The people who had been vigilant retreated quickly.

But some people still failed to dodge in time and were stained by the blood mist.

Once the blood mist touched the skin, it was pitted and disfigured in an instant.

In pain, they couldn't help but scream.

Fakong stood here and could hear the painful screams inside even without using his eyes.

The screams also contained shock, anger and surprise.

They all knew the power of Kunshan Holy Church's move. Once stained by the blood mist, it would be a fight to the death.

There were at least a dozen disciples of Shenwu Mansion who died under the blood mist. They were all beyond rescue. Not everyone had the good luck of being in Shenjing City.

But this is Mingzhou. They can't wait to rush back to Shenjing to ask Master Fakong for help. They will definitely die on the way. How can they not be shocked and angry.

The three people stained with blood mist included Junhou Fan Chenguang.

He had been carefully guarding against this move, but he still couldn't defend it. The secret techniques used by these three people were more hidden and abrupt. They suddenly exploded and were hard to defend against.

"Master!" Zhao Jiping looked at Fakong eagerly, clasped his hands and bowed deeply: "Master, I hope you will have mercy!"

Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong.

Fakong closed his eyes and formed seals with his hands.

Fan Chenguang and the others who had just suppressed their screams suddenly felt something was wrong. A warm force poured into their bodies from the Baihui acupoint and instantly filled their internal organs.

The vitality surged and instantly overwhelmed the cold force that was invading and destroying the body.

The power of the blood mist was as cold as ice for thousands of years, which could freeze people directly, but now it was washed away instantly.

The endless warm force was pouring into the body, strengthening the body, and the internal organs were soon in the best state, even in an extraordinary state.

So all organs began to operate at high speed, and the heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and lungs were operating at several times the usual speed.

The skin grew rapidly, the wound began to scab, and then began to close, and then the scabs fell and recovered.

In a short period of time, they all recovered.

The previous injury seemed like a nightmare, and the pain was still lingering in the body, but it had recovered as before.

"Master Fakong!" Fan Chenguang blurted out without hesitation.

The faces of several middle-aged men watching the battle were originally gloomy, hating the cruelty of the disciples of Kunshan Holy Church and hating their lack of ambition.

It took so long to win, and the opponent succeeded. They were about to lose three good players.

Unexpectedly, the situation turned out to be bright, and it recovered as before in the blink of an eye, so fast that it seemed like a magic trick, making them doubt their eyes.

Fan Chenguang hurriedly floated out of the hall, ran out of the door, and came to Zhao Jiping: "But Master Fakong is here?"

"Junhou, the master has just left." Zhao Jiping said with emotion: "Once again, we have saved our brothers from the Shenwu Mansion."

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Fan Chenguang looked into the distance, but Fakong and Xu Qingluo were nowhere to be seen.

"Maybe I don't want to hear the words of thanks." Zhao Jiping shook his head and sighed: "It's really the demeanor of an eminent monk."

Fan Chenguang looked at him strangely.

Zhao Jiping smiled and said: "Jun Hou, I was ignorant before, but now I realize that strange people really do strange things and cannot be treated with common sense."

"You finally figured it out." Fan Chenguang patted him on the shoulder, returned to the hospital, and told the others the news.

"Master Fakong's Buddhist mantras are really wonderful and miraculous!" A handsome middle-aged man said gently: "Without him this time, three generals would have been lost."

"It would be great if Master Fakong was from our Shenwu Mansion."

"Haha, Lao Ge, what are you dreaming about? Master Fakong is a disciple of the Vajra Temple, or the abbot of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple. He also has the title of Dharma Master conferred by the emperor. What do you use to attract people to the Shenwu Mansion?"

"How about martial arts secrets?"

"The martial arts of the Vajra Temple are profound enough. Apart from the miraculous skills of our Shenwu Mansion, what else can compare to the Eight Secret Arts of the Vajra Temple?"

"...Then some treasures?"

"Old Ge, what kind of treasure do you think can tempt Master Fakong?" Junyi, a middle-aged man, shook his head and said with a smile: "Besides, how can Master Fakong be bribed with treasures?"

"What should we do?"

"Master Fakong's Buddhist mantras cannot be used for personal use. It is indeed a waste of natural resources. We still have to find a way."

"Why don't you ask the Palace Master to find a solution?"

"Even if you can't bring it into the government, if you can ask for help, that's enough."

"This is a good idea, very practical, not as ambitious as Lao Ge."

"Exchanging treasures for Master Fakong's help is a normal courtesy exchange," someone suggested: "We can't let Master Fakong help in vain. I believe Master Fakong will agree."

"Meng Sima, you can first ask Master Fakong to join the Shenwu Mansion. If you don't agree, then you can offer treasures in exchange for his help, and you will definitely agree."

"Lao Ge, this is a good idea. Nine times out of ten, I agree with it."

"...Okay, your ideas are all good, but the Dharma Master requires the Palace Master to negotiate in person, and I, the Sima, are far from enough."

"That's true."

Fa Kong was thoughtful.

He didn't walk very fast. He was still looking over there and heard their words.

If Shenwu Mansion really wanted to exchange treasures for his help, would he agree or not?

That depends on what kind of treasure it is.

Shenwu Mansion must have some rare treasures in the world, and there may be unexpected gains.

He thought as he walked.

Xu Qingluo had been thinking about it, and then she said: "Master, it seems that the imperial court has nothing to do with the Holy Cult of Kunshan."

"Why do you say that?"

"Master, look, their Shenwu Palace came to catch one, and then committed suicide. They didn't ask anything. If they didn't ask, they wouldn't know any other news, and they wouldn't be able to find other Kunshan Holy Cult disciples, right?"

"The Forbidden Palace has a way to identify the disciples of Kunshan Holy Cult."

"The offerings are limited. It's impossible to patrol all over the world, right? When will that take place?"

"Um."

"Relying on the priests to investigate is not the way to go."

"What good ideas do you have?" Fakong smiled.

"We still need to instigate rebellion." Xu Qingluo's big eyes flashed: "It would be much faster if we could instigate one or several senior officials of Kunshan Holy Cult to rebel and get the list."

"It's not that easy." Fakong shook his head.

Once a disciple of the Holy Cult of Kunshan commits suicide, his soul will be scattered, his Great Light Spell will be useless, and he will not be able to read his memory.

But if you really want to help, you can kill them directly and use the immobilizing spell to prevent them from committing suicide and read their memories.

But he really didn't want to cause this trouble, so he left it to the court.

It is impossible for such a huge court to have hidden dragons and crouching tigers without solutions.

What he is more concerned about now is Master Murong's Memory Pearl, and now he has finally reached the point where he can give it a try.

He wanted to start as soon as he returned to the outer courtyard.

When the two returned to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, it was not as lively as they imagined. There was still a long queue of pilgrims in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

But such a long dragon is not the same thing as the long dragon they imagined.

Lin Feiyang was proud of himself. After serving the tea, he chuckled and said, "There are some guys who want to take advantage, so I throw them out directly. They only give rejuvenation spells to seriously ill patients and drink magical water to seriously ill patients, and the rest go away!"

"Uncle Lin, you didn't start a fight?" Xu Qingluo said in surprise.

"Hey, little Qingluo," Lin Feiyang smiled proudly: "They don't have the guts!"

"It's not my help!" Monk Huiling jumped down from the bell-ringing beam and glanced sideways at Lin Feiyang: "Xiao Linzi, you really dare to brag!"

"Without the old monk, we really can't suppress them." Lin Feiyang laughed and said: "There are really some guys who can't take advantage. After being thrown out, they queue up again, time and time again. I really want to take advantage of them." His dog legs are broken!"

Faning brought Zhou Yang over.

When Zhou Yang saw Xu Qingluo coming back, he just glanced at her lightly and snorted, with a rather cold expression.

Xu Qingluo smiled and saluted Faning.

Fanning smiled and said, "The rejuvenation spell has been released. Some are seriously ill, some are seriously injured, and there is also our water. Fortunately, you blessed the copper vat, otherwise it would not be enough."

He felt that those who squeezed in wanted to drink the holy water more.

PS: The fourth update may be later, probably after ten o'clock.