Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Is this... okay?" Faning hesitated.

This is forcing others to buy medicine. If you want to buy the holy water, you have to buy medicine. If you don't need medicine, do you have to buy medicine?

This rule is a bit too much, isn't it?

"Brother, you think too much." Fakong shook his head and laughed: "This may not be able to stop people."

He looked at Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo laughed and said: "Uncle, think about it, what if they buy medicine for others?"

Faning suddenly realized.

"Uncle, so, all rules have loopholes, and there is no way to completely eradicate these people. For silver, any means will be used." Xu Qingluo shook her head: "Don't talk about these things. For silver, people will kill, set fire, and sell children."

"Alas..." Faning sighed.

It's still better to stay in the temple. The outside world is too dangerous. It's better to go out and venture into the outside world than to grow flowers, grow vegetables, and practice martial arts in the temple.

Fakong smiled and said, "But these are all small matters. The holy water does not involve life and death. Let them do whatever they want. As for the price increase, there is no need to do so. Let's not lose face for our Vajra Temple."

Lin Feiyang said indifferently, "Okay, the holy water is made by you, the abbot. If you say you don't want to increase the price, then don't increase it."

He was only interested in pilgrims, not in money, and he had no idea, because it was too easy for him to get money.

While everyone was eating, Ning Zhenzhen arrived.

She was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, and she fell from the wall of the Vajra Temple's courtyard like a white cloud, landing in front of Fakong, bringing a faint and charming fragrance.

"Uncle Ning." Xu Qingluo ran over and smiled and held Ning Zhenzhen's jade hand: "Uncle Ning, you haven't come for a long time."

Ning Zhenzhen glanced at Fakong and felt a little guilty.

She did come here rarely, one to avoid disturbing Fakong, and more importantly to avoid suspicion.

In fact, they met almost every night.

She suppressed her guilty conscience and smiled at Xu Qingluo, "It's just a few days since we last met. Qingluo, you've grown a lot taller."

"Really?" Xu Qingluo said excitedly, "I also think I've grown a lot taller. Master said it was just my illusion."

She glanced at Fakong with dissatisfaction.

Fakong said, "Junior sister, do you have any urgent business?"

If there was no urgent business, Ning Zhenzhen would not come here at this time. If there was anything, they could just talk when they met in the evening.

Ning Zhenzhen shook her head gently, "Brother, I didn't get much. I didn't get anything out, and..."

Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Ning Zhenzhen sighed, "He's dead too."

Fakong said, "Isn't he secretly imprisoned in your Xicheng?"

Ning Zhenzhen acted very carefully and prudently. He wouldn't make such a mistake. He didn't use his clairvoyance to see at all.

"He died for no reason." Ning Zhenzhen shook her head: "He was guarded by Sima Xun and Huang Yufeng personally, so there should be no mistakes. There was no intrusion by outsiders. He died quietly."

"Has the coroner examined him?"

"Not yet, let's ask you to go and take a look first."

"Let's go." Fakong nodded slowly.

Xu Qingluo hurriedly said: "Master, I'll go too."

"......" Fakong looked at her, seeing her looking at him with a pleading look, and nodded slowly.

Xu Qingluo smiled immediately.

Lin Feiyang said: "Should I go and take a look?"

He gave Xu Qingluo a look, indicating not to go, but Xu Qingluo pretended not to see it and grabbed Fakong's cassock sleeve.

"No need." Fakong said.

He took Xu Qingluo and Ning Zhenzhen and floated out of the wall and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"What's dead, Uncle Lin?" Zhou Yang asked curiously, watching Xu Qingluo leave with envy.

He also wanted to go and see.

Lin Feiyang shook his head: "It's probably nothing good, let's not worry about it, let's get the holy water first, fill it with 100 bottles, and don't forget to send two jars to the palace and one jar to Prince Xin's Mansion."

——

Fakong brought Xu Qingluo and Ning Zhenzhen to Xicheng's yard.

There were already several people standing in the yard, all silent and solemn.

The midday sun did not dispel the tense and oppressive atmosphere at all.

Sima Xun and Huang Yufeng, who were in charge of guarding, looked particularly ugly, and Zhao Zhihua and others also had gloomy faces.

The most important clue was broken, which was originally a great achievement, but now it has become a fault. No one is in a good mood.

Seeing Fakong appear, they all clasped their hands and saluted.

Xu Qingluo took a step back and stood with Ning Zhenzhen, looking at Sima Xun and Huang Yufeng curiously.

Both of them are handsome and their auras give them a strong sense of oppression. They should be masters.

They are masters at such a young age, and they are obviously geniuses like Uncle Ning.

Fakong clasped his hands together in return, without much greeting, and looked directly at a middle-aged man lying on a wooden board in the corner.

This middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance, was wearing a gray shirt, and had an ordinary figure. He would not attract attention in the crowd.

He was lying on his back, his expression was calm and peaceful, and even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a faint smile, as if he had a beautiful dream and died immersed in the dream.

His skin was already blue, his body was stiff, and he was beyond rescue.

Even if Fakong's rejuvenation spell was magical, they knew that he could not be saved, and they could only blame them for discovering it too late.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhihua and others cast reproachful eyes at Sima Xun and Huang Yufeng.

Such a thing should not have happened to the two of them.

Huang Yufeng blamed himself and said: "This matter is also my fault. I didn't find his abnormality and only thought about guarding against the outside."

Ning Zhenzhen waved her jade hand: "No need to say more, things have come to this, regret is useless."

She looked at Fakong.

Fakong said thoughtfully: "Is this poison? ... It should be some kind of strange poison. The reason why you two ignored them is because of this poison."

Sima Xun and Huang Yufeng looked at him in confusion.

As masters, they are almost immune to all evil. It is rare for them to be poisoned in the world, not to mention that they can sense it intuitively and avoid it directly.

Fakong said: "The poison you have is not fatal. It will only make you lose your mind unconsciously and be in a trance. Your intuition may not sound the alarm."

Zhao Zhihua asked hurriedly: "Master, how can this kill him?"

"One poison is not fatal, and the other is not fatal, but the combination of the two is a fatal poison." Fakong shook his head and said: "This method should not be rare."

Everyone looked ugly.

They did know this method of poisoning, but they didn't expect to encounter it here and experience it personally.

"If someone approaches, we should know." Sima Xun frowned and said in a deep voice: "That person must appear first and then poison, right?"

"That may not be the case." Fakong shook his head: "There are too many ways to poison."

"Brother, what should we do now?" Ning Zhenzhen said.

Knowing how to poison can prevent it next time, but it is of no help to the current situation. The most urgent task is to make up for the loss and find the insider in the palace.

Fakong thought for a while: "Let's take a look first."

He made a seal with his left palm, raised his right palm, and released a white light to shine on this person. He saw his soul slowly emerge, forming a ball of light, twisting and turning into a little man.

Fakong let go.

The Great Light Mantra was immediately disconnected.

The soul returned to the body again.

Fakong has already obtained the memory bead.

He closed his eyes, opened them after a moment, and his eyes were as vicissitudes as an old man, and then slowly recovered as usual.

"Brother?"

"I saw something. Let's go and see his lair to see what we can get."

Everyone was refreshed.

Although they didn't know what Fakong had obtained, it was better than nothing.

The appearance of Fakong gave them strong confidence.

——

Fakong and his party entered an ordinary house.

The house was empty, without servants, and well-organized. All the flowers and plants were trimmed neatly.

Looking at everything so neat and tidy, Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Master, he has obsessive-compulsive disorder and cleanliness, which can easily leave flaws."

Such a person is not suitable to be a spy, it is too easy to reveal his feet.

But nothing is absolute.

Everything has two sides. Such a person is indeed not suitable to be a spy, but it is also amazing if he does it well.

Fakong finally found a wooden box in the study.

It was a small red lacquer box placed on the sandalwood desk.

It was about the length of a palm, with a thick and restrained lacquer surface, obviously an old object for many years.

When Fakong saw the small red lacquer box, he smiled, his eyes suddenly became blurred, and he stared at the small red lacquer box.

Fate.

After a moment, his eyes returned to normal.

Xu Qingluo had already ground the ink and presented the pen with both hands.

Fakong took it and drew a portrait in one stroke.

The person in the painting was a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard, smiling, elegant and gentle temperament, and noble temperament.

"This is..." Sima Xun and the others came over to look at the portrait, and finally shook their heads, not recognizing this person.

And Ning Zhenzhen had already guessed his identity, and whispered: "Is it the insider in the palace who provided the information?"

Fakong nodded: "This wooden box..., a good thing, but the bad thing is that it is too good."

This has to say about the situation of the person who just accepted the memory.

Ma Min, a person who is good at and likes antiques.

This Ma Min was born in Dayong Bixinxuan. He was originally a scholar. Later, by chance, he had an adventure and joined Bixinxuan halfway.

Because he joined in the middle, even if his background was innocent, he could not reach the top of Bi Xin Xuan, and he was depressed in Bi Xin Xuan.

Later, he simply devoted himself to the Dayong court, joined Ziyang Pavilion, and came to Daqian to hide.

Ma Min is good at calligraphy and painting, and especially likes to collect antiques. After coming to Daqian, he is extremely obsessed with Daqian's antiques.

This wooden box was originally used to hold letters from the palace spies. It is located in a dry well, sealing the letters so that they will not be damaged by moisture.

The palace spies put the message in this wooden box, and Ma Min took it out. Even if they met, they would not recognize each other.

This is the greatest possibility to reduce exposure.

Once Ma Min saw that this wooden box was exquisite and heavy, vicissitudes and melancholy, so he couldn't help but like it, and secretly replaced it with another wooden box.

And from this wooden box, Fakong used his fate to see the appearance of the person who put the letter, which was the one in the portrait.

"Junior sister, use this portrait to catch the man." Fakong said, "Move faster, don't get ambushed again this time."

"Okay!" Ning Zhenzhen pursed her red lips tightly and glanced at Sima Xun and Huang Yufeng who were standing by and looking at the portrait.

Fakong put his hands together in a salute.

Everyone inexplicably put their hands together in return.

Fakong was about to take Xu Qingluo away, but suddenly stopped, his eyes became as deep as an ancient well again, and looked at Ning Zhenzhen.

He was still worried after all, and couldn't make the same mistake as last time, to see if Ning Zhenzhen could succeed.

And now that his faith was full, he was more casual in using his magical powers.

After a moment, his brows suddenly frowned.