Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Ning Zhenzhen knew he was using his clairvoyance when he looked at her with his deep eyes, so she let him watch.

But when she saw that Fakong's face looked a little strange, she knew the result was not good.

"Brother, is there a problem?"

"... a step too late." Fakong shook his head: "He has been silenced."

"Then..."

Fakong's eyes returned to normal, and he said lightly: "Bring out the body."

"People in the palace." Ning Zhenzhen looked embarrassed: "I'm afraid we can't get the body out."

There is an inner court in the palace, which is a completely different and independent system from the outside, just like another small court.

The Green Outer Court belongs to the court, the outer court, and cannot reach into the inner court.

"This is troublesome..." Fakong pondered.

Sima Xun said softly: "Master, otherwise, let's investigate here. We have enough to report here."

Fakong glanced at Sima Xun.

Sima Xun has no hostility towards Fakong now.

He had secretly cut off his feelings and gradually regained the demeanor of the most outstanding young man in Tianhai Sword Sect, regaining his confidence, fortitude and decisiveness. This matter had reached its limit and it was not appropriate to go deeper.

Even if that person had not been silenced, it would be very troublesome to investigate him.

"Brother Sima is right," Huang Yufeng said softly, "Master, we can only investigate outside, and the inner court cannot investigate, otherwise, it will be very troublesome."

The status of the inner court is transcendent.

The laws of the outer court cannot apply to the inner court.

More importantly, once there is a conflict with the inner court, it is tantamount to going against the emperor, and the inner court is the emperor's family dog.

You have to look at the owner before beating the dog.

Ning Zhenzhen rolled her eyes at them.

How could these brothers not know.

But this guy is indeed the only clue of Ziyang Pavilion. It is a pity to cut it off like this. I don't know when I will have to wait for the next time.

She didn't want to give up, and she knew that Fakong didn't want to give up.

"Brother, how about asking Prince Xin for help?"

Fakong looked at Ning Zhenzhen thoughtfully, his eyes became as deep as an ancient well, looking at what would happen if he asked Prince Xin for help.

After a moment, Fakong sighed and shook his head: "Forget it, no need to worry about it anymore."

"Brother?"

"This guy is still from Kunshan Holy Church." Fakong shook his head and said: "The worshippers in the palace have already intervened, it's not our turn."

"...Then forget it." Ning Zhenzhen said softly.

Fakong nodded: "Then I'll go back."

He took Xu Qingluo away.

It was noon, the sun was shining, and they walked on Qinglong Avenue, with people coming and going and noisy.

Qinglong Avenue is located in the extreme west, running from north to south. It is one of the four major roads, so it is very lively.

There are shops on both sides of the street, and the vendors are shouting hard, warmly inviting passers-by to come into the shop to take a look.

The master and his disciple walked among the crowd.

There was an invisible force surrounding them.

Xu Qingluo pulled Fakong's sleeve and looked up at him: "Master, is Ziyang Pavilion important?"

Fakong glanced down at her.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "I think Master seems to pay special attention to Ziyang Pavilion, far more than ordinary attention. Is Ziyang Pavilion more difficult to deal with than Kunshan Holy Church?"

"Kunshan Holy Church..." Fakong shook his head: "They are crazy and extreme, but compared to Ziyang Pavilion, ... many things in Kunshan Holy Church are probably inseparable from Ziyang Pavilion."

He has now seen clearly that Kunshan Holy Church can grow and develop to this day, and it must be supported by Ziyang Pavilion behind the scenes.

Behind Ziyang Pavilion is naturally the Dayong court.

This is actually not surprising.

Secretly funding the opposition forces of several enemy countries, isn't this justified?

He believes that Daqian is probably also funding some sects in Dayong, or has control over some sects.

"Kunshan Holy Church is colluding with Ziyang Pavilion..." Xu Qingluo tilted her head and thought for a while, then smiled and said, "This is not surprising. Will there be any Divine Wind Riders from Dayun?"

"... Hard to say." Fakong shook his head.

He did not see any Divine Wind Riders from Dayun.

But now he could not see everything clearly, so he could not tell whether there were any Divine Wind Riders. Let's just assume there were.

"Master, you said you dealt with so many disciples of Kunshan Holy Church. Will they retaliate?"

"Yes." Fakong nodded.

This is certain.

"How will they retaliate against Master?" Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Will they assassinate directly?"

"...Yes." Fakong nodded slowly.

"Then when will they assassinate? I think the sooner the better, while you, Master, are not expecting it or even immersed in happiness." Xu Qingluo tilted her head and smiled, then scanned the surroundings with her big eyes: "There won't be any assassins from Kunshan Holy Church now, right?"

Fakong chuckled.

Xu Qingluo said, "Master, am I wrong?"

Fakong smiled and said, "You got it right."

He formed seals with his hands and cast four immobilization spells at the same time, then accelerated his body, carrying Xu Qingluo like a swimming dragon, and instantly passed through the crowd.

Where he passed, four middle-aged men froze in place, motionless, and had died silently.

These four were disciples of Kunshan Saint Church, assassins who came to assassinate him.

The actions of Kunshan Saint Church were fast, and it seemed that there were still many disciples of Kunshan Saint Church hidden in Shenjing.

Xu Qingluo turned her head to look at the four middle-aged men who died silently, and stuck out her tongue: "Master, I didn't expect them to dare to come."

Fakong smiled.

Xu Qingluo said: "Don't they know that you, Master, have magical powers? How can the assassination succeed?"

"Maybe it's just a try." Fakong said: "It doesn't matter if Cheng Yi is happy or not."

"They are very powerful masters, right?" Xu Qingluo said: "Wouldn't it be a waste to send them to die in vain?"

Fakong shook his head and smiled: "They are at the end of their rope and are still fighting... but there may be other arrangements."

He looked at the direction of the Forbidden Palace thoughtfully, but then shook his head.

In the afternoon, Fakong arranged the blue bricks in his yard.

There were strange symbols carved on the bricks, which were the mantras of the Rebirth Mantra, written in prayers.

The writing of prayers is extremely mysterious.

If you only write the form of the prayer, it will be fine as if you were drawing a picture, but it will not have any power and cannot convey anything.

This is not a real prayer. The real prayer has both form and spirit.

And this spirit is the power of faith.

Without the power of faith, the spirit of the prayer cannot be contained in it. Every prayer requires enough power of faith to write out the spirit.

The spirit of the prayer is actually the countless small characters contained in the big characters, and these small characters need the power of faith to outline.

The more faith, the more small characters contained, the more spirit, and the stronger the power.

He tried to match these blue bricks, either forming a circle or a square, feeling the subtle changes.

He was like a child playing with toys, always concentrating on playing, never tired, forgetting everything.

Until Xu Qingluo ran over to report that the fifteenth princess had come.

When Fakong came to the release pond, Chu Ling had already entered the gate accompanied by Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue, and came in.

She was wearing a moon-white Luo shirt, and her beautiful face was clear and cold. Unlike Ning Zhenzhen's exquisiteness, she was gorgeous and cold.

Compared with Xu Miaoru, she was a little more cold and a little less charming.

Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue were dressed in dark green silk gowns, looking pretty and graceful, and curiously looking around.

Chu Ling looked straight ahead, staring at Fakong with a clear gaze.

"Hello, Master." Chu Ling came closer and bowed.

Fakong smiled and bowed: "Why is the Fifteenth Prince here?"

He was not respectful and polite, but casual as if he had come to an old friend.

"The Master's prayer ceremony is eye-opening and praised by everyone. I came here to see you."

"It's better to hear about you than to meet you." Fakong smiled and said, "So what if we meet? It's better for the Fifteenth Prince to avoid suspicion."

"If you keep avoiding me, it will arouse more suspicion, right?" Chu Ling chuckled and said lightly, "What's more, I can practice my magic skills thanks to Master Fakong's magic water. It's only right for me to come here to thank you."

"... Makes sense." Fakong immediately understood what Chu Ling meant.

This is like collusion.

Therefore, it was the divine water that helped her to practice the miraculous skill, not herself. In this way, the emperor's suspicion can be almost dispelled.

Chu Ling looked around and said lightly: "Master, your place is a little too small, isn't it? It doesn't match your reputation."

Fakong smiled and said: "Your Highness, reputation is nothing but illusion and impermanence, gathering and dispersing like the wind, and it will disappear at any time."

Chu Ling smiled and said: "As expected of a master, your state of mind is not ordinary, far better than ordinary people like us."

Fakong smiled and didn't bother to say more.

Although the two met for only the second time, because Fakong saved her life, and the two had to work together to hide it from the emperor, they felt like old acquaintances who had not seen each other for a long time.

Chu Ling looked around and waved.

Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue retreated to the door, looking around to see if anyone was approaching or eavesdropping.

Fakong was alone, and no one was approaching.

Fakong said: "Let's go to my yard."

"Okay." Chu Ling said.

The two passed through the moon gate and came to Fakong's yard.

Chu Ling looked around curiously, and she was very curious about Fakong's yard, and wanted to find out everything.

She looked around with a clear gaze, especially at the blue bricks, wondering what Fakong was doing.

Fakong asked her to sit at the table, brewed two cups of tea, pushed one to her, kept one for himself, sipped it, and looked at her leisurely.

Chu Ling took the teacup and sipped it, saying lightly: "Grandmother has been ill recently."

Fakong frowned.

Chu Ling said: "If you can cure Grandmother, there will definitely be a generous reward from Father."

"Forget it." Fakong shook his head: "I don't want to get involved in the affairs of the palace, it's better to stay away."

Chu Ling looked at him in surprise: "This is a rare opportunity. Father is very filial. Once you cure Grandmother, it will be a talisman, and Father will not dare to do anything to you."

This is the real killer move.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

Chu Ling saw the benefits, but he saw the risks. If something bad happened, he would not be able to stay in Daqian anymore.

He was fine now, why did he have to take such a big risk?

Chu Ling frowned and stared at him.

Fakong said, "The Queen Mother is blessed by heaven, and everything will be fine. I will not get involved in this matter."

"...Okay." Chu Ling saw that he really didn't want to do it, so he didn't force it. He looked at the blue bricks and asked what they were for.

Fakong explained that this was the mantra of rebirth. He saw if he could build a small paradise.

PS: Update completed.