Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong had anticipated the current situation and didn't take it to heart.

Whether there was more or less divine water, people's hearts could not be satisfied. There would always be people who wanted divine water. Now he was qualified and didn't want to sell it to anyone.

The King of Ying and the King of Yi had both done him a favor, and they were embarrassed to repay their kindness with enmity.

But the emperor's face still needed to be sold.

The Fifteenth Princess was seriously ill, and he had to treat her after all.

The emperor didn't seem to be in a hurry, so he obviously had other intentions.

The current emperor was a wise and powerful monarch.

Fakong sighed that he was inferior.

His vision was just that of a CEO of a company with a hundred people, and he was not even a little bit worse than the emperor who ruled the entire Daqian.

Although he had magical powers, many memory beads, and had experienced the lives of dozens of people, he might not be able to match the emperor's vision and strategy.

The emperor didn't order him to treat the Fifteenth Princess. Was it really just because he didn't want his magical skills to be passed on?

I'm afraid not.

He was very curious about the reason.

Let's see how the emperor will react when the fifteenth princess is relieved by the divine water.

The night is cold.

The moonlight is like frost.

Ning Zhenzhen, dressed in white, stood quietly in the courtyard of the small courtyard. Seeing Fakong appear in a flash, her cold face suddenly showed a smile.

Fakong smiled.

The two came to her main room.

Under the soft light, everything became soft and warm.

Fakong sat at the table. Ning Zhenzhen had already prepared tea in advance, poured two cups, and sat opposite Fakong.

The surroundings were quiet and peaceful.

Ning Zhenzhen liked this time the most, peaceful and happy.

"Brother, the sales of the holy water have been so busy recently."

"Can Mingyue Medicine House bear it?"

Ning Zhenzhen chuckled and said, "This is exactly what Mingyue Medicine House wants."

"Huh?"

"Mingyue Medicine House is becoming more and more busy now. People buy other things when they buy holy water. Anyway, if they come here and can't buy the holy water, they can buy other things to vent their anger."

"Then it doesn't matter?"

"What's the big deal?"

"Those who didn't buy it won't hate your Mingyue Medicine House, right?"

"Of course not." Ning Zhenzhen smiled.

Seeing that Fakong was half-believing and half-doubting, she smiled and said, "Brother, many things sold by Mingyue Medicine House are in great demand. Those who are quick to buy will get some, and those who are slow will not. If Mingyue Medicine House was really afraid of them hating it, it would have closed down long ago."

"It seems that you are not afraid of offending people."

"When have we at Mingyue Medicine House ever been afraid of people!" Ning Zhenzhen took a sip of tea and chuckled, showing a hint of pride.

"Interesting..." Fakong smiled and blew the hot air: "Good tea!"

The fragrance entered the internal organs, as if penetrating all parts of the body, and discharged the waste gas in the body out of the pores.

The whole body was unobstructed and quiet.

This is not an ordinary good tea.

"This is what I got from my master. It is the tribute tea of ​​the palace."

"No wonder." Fakong sighed: "The royal quality is indeed extraordinary."

"And your divine water is the guide." Ning Zhenzhen smiled: "The combination of the two is so wonderful. Without the divine water, this tea is not so wonderful."

"Good tea."

"Then come and drink often." Ning Zhenzhen didn't give him any intention.

If you really want to drink, then come and drink.

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "You are so stingy."

Ning Zhenzhen smiled, without refutation or uttering.

Fakong looked at her beautiful face: "Junior sister, your Mingyue Temple is very confident. What do you rely on?"

So righteous and fearless, Fakong felt that it was probably not just because of the offerings of the Forbidden Palace.

There should be other reasons.

He couldn't help but think of the disciples of Mingyue Temple who had rejected an emperor's marriage proposal and did not agree to enter the palace.

Could it be because of this?

Ning Zhenzhen chuckled and changed the subject: "Brother, your blessing ceremony is now of great importance. The news has spread... Maybe someone deliberately spread the news. Many patients from other places are rushing here to participate in the ceremony."

Fakong frowned: "Those who did not recite the rejuvenation spell will have little effect and are destined to be disappointed."

"They don't care about these, especially when their lives are in danger and they just want to grab a glimmer of hope."

"That's true." Fakong pondered.

Should we find a way to cure these people too?

But curing these later people is unfair to those who took the rejuvenation spell earlier, as if they had worked in vain.

If you are dedicated to saving the world and saving people, you should indeed treat everyone equally.

But his purpose is not only to save the world and save people, but to develop believers and gain more merits.

Then, fairness is needed.

Thinking of this, he pondered and said, "Then let them come. With the holy water hanging on, they can save a life even without the rejuvenation spell."

"What happens after the rejuvenation spell saves the life?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.

She knew that the effect of the holy water was far inferior to the rejuvenation spell. It could only prolong life, but could not completely cure the disease.

One treats the symptoms and the other treats the root cause.

Fakong said, "I will hold another blessing ceremony next month, and it will be their turn."

"Once a month in the future?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.

Fakong nodded slowly.

"...I'm afraid there will be great resistance." Ning Zhenzhen shook her head gently.

She could imagine how those high monks and doctors would hate to hear this news, and they would want to cut Fakong into pieces.

Fakong smiled.

For the sake of merit, one can only face up to the enemy and cannot retreat. Moreover, he doesn't have to be so cautious now.

"Then be careful, senior brother." Ning Zhenzhen said.

Fakong smiled and said, "Don't forget my magical powers."

Ning Zhenzhen smiled sweetly.

That's true. I always forget that my senior brother has magical powers and can predict good and bad luck, so as to avoid misfortune and seek good luck.

"No news from Ziyang Pavilion yet?"

"No."

"It seems there is no hope. Let's look for an opportunity next time. They will always take action. Once they take action, it will be easy to catch them."

"Yeah, I think so too. And brother, I heard that the Southern Supervisory Department was stillborn and will no longer be established."

"Oh?"

"I heard that the Southern Supervisory Department was originally based on the Shenwu Mansion, supplemented by outstanding figures from various sects and schools. Now the emperor has changed his mind and will no longer establish the Southern Supervisory Department. The Shenwu Mansion is still the Shenwu Mansion."

"Interesting..." Fakong put down the teacup and paced around the room with his hands behind his back. After a few back and forths, he shook his head and sat down: "Interesting."

"Brother, what do you think is the reason?"

"I'm afraid it's a bait deliberately thrown by the emperor to make everyone move."

With the Southern Supervisory Department, all the sects in the martial arts world became extremely nervous and tried their best to make a profit. The Demon Sect also tried its best.

When they went to Dayong for revenge, many of the Demon Sect's Six Paths masters were killed.

Why did the Six Paths of the Demon Sect work so hard? Isn't it just to occupy a more important position in the Southern Supervisory Office?

The various sects in the martial arts world became much more obedient, and the martial arts world became quiet, with fewer troublemakers.

Now, it's good that they suddenly changed their decision and didn't establish the Southern Supervisory Office.

The various sects in the martial arts world must have breathed a sigh of relief and felt fortunate, so they cherished their hard-won freedom and dared not be as presumptuous as before.

And the Six Paths of the Demon Sect must have been very angry and felt that they were fooled.

But they were not completely desperate.

The idea of ​​the Southern Supervisory Office was put forward, which was itself a huge bait.

If it is not established now, what about the future?

There is no need to worry that the Six Paths of the Demon Sect will not be in the hub.

Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "I guess so, but this trick is okay at the beginning, but it may not work if it is used again."

"It's hard to say." Fakong shook his head.

The emperor's methods are too powerful, and it is really worth learning from him.

If it is mentioned again for the second time, the various sects in the martial arts world may become nervous, and the Six Paths of the Demon Sect will fight hard for the position.

Mention it for the third time.

The various sects in the martial arts world will inevitably relax and no longer pay attention to it. The Six Paths of the Demon Sect may also be discouraged and think that they are playing tricks on themselves.

If it really happens at this time, it will be beyond everyone's expectations, and the effect will be extremely shocking, catching all the sects off guard.

For the Six Paths of the Demon Sect, if they are reused, they will be surprised and grateful. If they are not reused, they will be upset and regret not listening to the emperor.

This can be said to be turning the hand to make clouds and turning the hand to make rain.

Lingyun Palace

"Princess, we are here!" The maid Xiaoxing held a small wine jar and stepped into the courtyard of Lingyun Palace excitedly and cautiously.

The maid Xiaoyue hurriedly greeted it, carefully received it, and slowly placed it on the stone table next to it.

The two looked at the small wine jar with surprise.

The small wine jar weighed about one pound, with exquisite patterns, and a word "Spring" was written on the belly of the jar, and the luster was flowing.

This is a wine jar made by a master hired by Prince Xin. It is the most advanced craftsmanship nowadays. The mouth of the jar is exquisite and the belly of the jar is round. It looks harmonious and comfortable.

Chu Ling, dressed in a white dress, was leaning on the Arhat bed and lazily looked at the small wine jar: "Is it holy water?"

"Princess, it is!" Xiaoxing nodded vigorously and said, "I personally received it from Monk Yuansheng in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple."

"Monk Yuansheng?"

"He is one of the monks in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple. There seem to be six or seven monks in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple. But Princess, Monk Yuansheng's face is really ugly, as if I owe him money."

"Xiaoxing, you do owe him money." Xiaoyue smiled and said, "This jar is not cheap!"

"Oh, it turns out that he is distressed." Xiaoxing clapped his hands and suddenly realized.

Chu Ling waved.

"Princess, be careful." Xiaoxing held up the wine jar and presented it to Chu Ling.

"Open it and take a look."

Xiaoyue stepped forward to open the cork.

Suddenly, a clear air wafted out, like the first breath of air you take in when you get up in the morning, fresh and sharp, straight into your internal organs.

"It is indeed the holy water!" Xiaoxing praised.

She could not help but feel refreshed when she smelled it.

Xiaoyue looked at Chu Ling.

Chu Ling smiled: "This Master Fakong is actually well versed in the ways of the world."

She thought Fakong would be a proud and arrogant person, who was proud of his talent and had great supernatural powers, and naturally looked down on everything in the mundane world.

She didn't expect him to take the initiative to send a jar of holy water.

This jar of holy water can hold dozens of bottles, and hundreds of taels of silver were spent.

Even though she was a princess, hundreds of taels of silver were not a small amount.

"Princess, this Master Fakong is very arrogant. He gives the holy water to dying people for free, but refuses the rich and powerful who want the holy water without hesitation."

"It is said that there is a plaque written by the emperor himself, and no one dares to offend."

"So, he is only like this to me?"

"Yes, yes." Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue nodded hurriedly.

"It seems to be because of Brother Jiu." Chu Ling said.

"Could it be because of the princess's reputation?" Xiaoxing said: "He admires the princess, so he is willing to offer the holy water."

"Hmm..." Chu Ling nodded thoughtfully: "It's possible."