Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong sighed and sat down again.

It seemed that the third son of Prince Xin would not give up until he achieved his goal. Today, he was determined to force himself to cast the Buddhist mantra.

Previously, I watched him coughing and did not move, which showed my attitude towards him. I would never accept the calculation. I could not tolerate any sand in my eyes. .

Chu Yu was smart and quick-witted. He understood it immediately, and then he threw away the detours and calculations and went straight to the point.

This move was the most powerful, using force to suppress others.

Fakong had a clear understanding of himself.

In the final analysis, he was just a little monk who grew vegetables in the Vajra Temple. In fact, it was easy to deal with him.

It was just that Chu Yu underestimated the enemy and thought he could easily catch him.

But once Chu Yu woke up and thought seriously, he would think of using force to suppress others.

He could not hold on at all.

Just say one thing: Prince Xin’s Mansion puts pressure on the Vajra Temple or gives certain benefits to the Vajra Temple. The abbot considers the overall situation and issues an order. Can I disobey?

So, the force is irreversible.

You have to go with the flow. You have to agree to it after all. It depends on how to get the most benefit.

"What benefits will I get if I take action?"

"Become a worshiper of the palace and enjoy wealth and honor?"

"Haha!" Fakong laughed twice, with no smile on his face.

"Okay, okay, I know that you regard wealth and honor as floating clouds."

"It's not that I don't want wealth and honor, but I know my ability and can't bear it."

"Monk, you are a wise man."

"If I take action, there will be endless troubles, and it will also cause trouble to the Vajra Temple and even the entire Daxueshan Sect."

There is no problem in performing your own Buddhist mantra in Daxueshan, after all, it is a sect.

Most monks know about Buddhist mantras, but they don't pay much attention to them.

Daxueshan respects martial arts, and no matter how magical the Buddhist mantras are, they are useless. They can't use them.

Daxueshan disciples have high physical endowments and rarely get sick. What rejuvenation mantra can they use to be free from illness and disaster?

There are even fewer Qingxin Mantras, and only the Great Light Mantra can be used.

But what you hear is not what you see. If they haven't seen it with their own eyes, they won't believe hearsay.

If they go out of the Great Snow Mountain to cast the Buddhist mantra, it will be different. There are many illnesses among ordinary people, and a rejuvenation mantra will make people salivate.

I don't have enough power to protect myself now.

So, the time is not right.

When you practice the best move in the world, it will be the time to cast the Buddhist mantra, harvest the faith and use the magic power freely.

"Cause trouble..." Chu Yu frowned slightly, thinking about something.

Fakong said: "My cultivation is shallow now. Once trouble comes, the Buddhist mantra can't save me."

"Alas..." Chu Yu sighed.

He read a lot and was wise. He understood the ways of the world and the world. He knew that what Fakong said was not an over-concern.

Fakong smiled.

It seems that Chu Yu understands his own difficulties.

Chu Yu slapped the table and said in a deep voice: "How about this, if you can cure your mother, you will be the offering of the palace!"

Fakong laughed.

Chu Yu looked at him with a sharp gaze: "Monk, don't rush to refuse, listen to me."

Fakong looked at him with a smile.

Chu Yu said: "Becoming a worshiper of the palace, you can live in the palace. Who dares to cause trouble? Assassination is even more of a joke. My mother has built a Buddhist temple in the palace. Monk can be the abbot of the Buddhist temple. If you hide your background, you will also avoid the troubles of the Vajra Temple and the Great Snow Mountain Sect."

Fakong smiled and said: "Living in the Buddhist temple of the palace is different from living in the Great Snow Mountain now?"

"The climate in Shenjing is pleasant, not as cold as this, not to mention prosperity. Monks can live in seclusion in the palace, and at the same time enjoy the prosperity and wealth of the world, and live a worthwhile life in this world."

"Prosperity is prosperity, but it is also more dangerous." Fakong said.

Sharpening the knife does not delay the chopping of wood. If you practice martial arts well, there is plenty of time to enjoy prosperity, not a moment or two.

After practicing martial arts well, the days of enjoyment are behind.

So he would never take risks just because he was greedy for prosperity and longed for the bustle.

"..." Chu Yu's handsome face was uncertain, and his anger was surging, but he suppressed it, knowing that he couldn't force it.

After all, the Great Snow Mountain Sect is the Great Snow Mountain Sect. If it was the emperor, a decree would indeed make the Great Snow Mountain Sect obey his orders.

If it was the palace, it might be possible to force the Vajra Temple to surrender.

But he couldn't represent the palace, he was just the third son, the least popular third son, and his position was low and his words were not important.

He could foresee that once the palace negotiated with the Vajra Temple, it would definitely cause opposition and ridicule from his elder and second brothers.

They would definitely say that he actually believed in such a ridiculous thing, how naive and childish, ridiculous and pathetic, and he must not let the palace make a fool of himself.

His father never looked at him straight in the eye, and he didn't want to upset his mother, so he couldn't act with the power of the palace.

His handsome face changed several times, and finally he snorted: "Monk, don't all monks have compassion? Monk, you don't have compassion!"

Fakong smiled: "Curing Mr. Chu is compassion, but what about causing trouble to the Vajra Temple and the Great Snow Mountain?"

"... Those so-called troubles are just guesses, and may not come true." Chu Yu said: "I will keep it a secret."

Fakong shook his head slowly: "There is no impenetrable wall in the world. You can keep a secret, but what about the people around you?"

Chu Yu frowned: "Is there really no room for negotiation?"

Fakong smiled and said nothing.

He saw that Chu Yu was angry but did not explode, and instantly guessed the reason.

As the third son of a royal palace, who was used to being dressed in fine clothes and fed with delicious food and was used to being bossed around, how could he tolerate this?

First, the environment he grew up in, ranking third, his martial arts aptitude is too poor, and he is born weak. All these factors combined, I am afraid that his life is not so satisfactory.

Second, he is not confident enough, and cannot really use his power to overwhelm others. He cannot use the power of Prince Xin's Mansion to overwhelm the Vajra Temple.

Chu Yu said: "What conditions do you have, just say it,... just say it!"

"Alas... never mind, then just say it, and let you give up." Fakong shook his head and sighed helplessly.

Chu Yu was refreshed.

Fakong smiled and said: "I'm going to ask for a lot."

"Please——!" Chu Yu's handsome face showed a lazy smile.

Fakong said: "First, I need two sets of Buddhist scriptures recorded in Xiga palm leaves, one set from your mother and one set from Feitian Temple."

"Second, the Leiyin Xisui Sutra from the Great Leiyin Temple."

"Third, the Taiye Bu Tian Jue."

"Fourth, I can leave the Great Snow Mountain in three months."

"Three months?" Chu Yu frowned and shook his head: "I can't wait for three months, one month."

My mother's health is getting worse and worse, and more importantly, she is in pain every day, and she is living a life worse than death.

"Two months!"

"Okay!" Chu Yu slapped the table decisively: "That's it, monk, wait!"

Fakong smiled at him.

He was asking for too much, and he listed all the things he had been asking for. Any one of them would be good.

If all these conditions can be met, it doesn't matter if there is a little karma.

It's no big deal if the Vajra Temple and the Great Snow Mountain get in trouble, they are strong enough and can hold on.

But did Chu Yu really agree?

Even if it is the Prince Xin's Mansion, it is not that easy to get the Leiyin Xisui Sutra and the Xiga Palm Leaves Sutra from the Feitian Temple, right?

Does he believe in me so much?

Aren't you afraid that I am playing a trick on him?

"If the first three conditions are met, I will cure your illness first, Master Chu."

"The monk will wait for good news!" Chu Yu drank the tea in one gulp.

He had been living a life of luxury since he was a child, and he had a sharp tongue. At the first sip, he tasted that the tea brewed by Fakong was particularly different. Such good tea should not be wasted.

He put down the teacup, stood up and walked out with big strides.

Fakong said: "Master Chu, keep it secret!"

Chu Yu opened the courtyard door and waved at him without looking back.

When he returned to his abode, the courtyard door was suddenly opened.

Zhao Huaishan hurriedly got out of the door and supported Chu Yu.

Chu Yu pushed him away and supported him: "I'm not that delicate!"

Zhao Huaishan did not take back his hand, but still supported him, and followed him into the courtyard of the abode.

It was suddenly warm like spring.

Several charcoal stoves were burning red, and the lights illuminated the courtyard like daylight.

Chu Yu's handsome face was clearly illuminated, pale as powder, and his eyes were dull.

"Young Master..." Zhao Huaishan's eyes were red and his voice was choked.

Every day when Chu Yu had an attack, Zhao Huaishan would use his power to transfer the gentle true qi to comb his body to minimize the damage caused by coughing.

This time without him, Chu Yu was tortured too badly.

Zhao Huaishan felt sour in his heart: as a little prince, he had no absurdity of a playboy, but was kind and upright, but he had to suffer so much. God was really blind!

Chu Yu sat down at the table and smiled lazily: "Zhao Huaishan, look at your little achievement!"

Zhao Huaishan hurriedly said: "Young Master, this monk Fakong is too much, right? He really opened his mouth!"

Chu Yu smiled, took the tea handed by Meng Chaoyang, and took a sip.

Meng Chaoyang was thin and tall, with an especially long neck, a round face and small eyes. If you didn't look closely, you would think he had his eyes closed all the time.

Zhao Huaishan was very dissatisfied with Meng Chaoyang's diligence and thoughtfulness, thinking that he was a flatterer, while he was a loyal minister.

He said seriously: "Sir, do you really believe him? What if he is a liar? He has no ability at all, and he wants to cheat so many benefits!"

"I believe in my intuition." Chu Yu put down the teacup and shook his head.

The same tea leaves, but the tea-making skills are much worse than Fakong.

"Sir, what if we work so hard..."

"Shut up, Zhao Huaishan." Chu Yu waved his hand: "You know what the conditions are? Go and do it."

"But..."

"Hmm-?"

"...Yes!" Zhao Huaishan bowed with his fists: "As you wish!"

Chu Yu waved his hand.

Zhao Huaishan left the abode.

After leaving the abode, he glared at Fakong's abode fiercely before leaving, shook his head and left.