Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Chu Ling's clear eyes wandered over his face.

Fakong asked with a smile why.

Chu Ling squatted down gracefully, stroking a brick: "You want to build a small paradise, that is a small paradise world?"

Fakong nodded slightly.

After these days of fiddling and deduction in the Wheel of Time Tower, he has already been sure.

But this will consume a huge amount of faith, and it needs to be accumulated enough before it can start. Now it is just a continuous deduction to see how much it will cost, so that it can have a rough idea.

Chu Ling picked up a green brick and weighed it. She found that the brick was as heavy as a piece of iron. She weighed it again in surprise and said, "Doesn't that mean I have become a Buddha?"

"It's different." Fakong shook his head and laughed, "It's just a crude imitation. The Western Paradise is common to all the worlds, but I am just a realm within a realm. The realm is a world apart."

"Is this really a green brick?" Chu Ling observed it over and over again, and threw it into the air several times, making a whirring sound. It was indeed different from ordinary green bricks.

Fakong smiled and nodded.

Chu Ling actually told him the news that the queen mother was ill. You should know that this kind of news must be kept strictly confidential. Once leaked, you will be punished.

She took a risk to help him.

Fakong accepted this favor.

As for the matter of the small paradise, he had to use her mouth to test the emperor's attitude.

If the emperor objects, then he will have to wait for a while.

If he does not object, then he can start boldly.

"Why did this blue brick become like this? Is it because of the symbol on it?"

"This is the mantra of rebirth." Fakong said: "It's still short now. As time goes by, the changes will be greater."

The prayer on the blue brick will absorb the strange power between heaven and earth, becoming stronger and stronger, and finally becoming indestructible.

"It's really amazing." Chu Ling threw it several times and put it down gently: "After death, can people enter this small paradise?"

"Yes." Fakong nodded: "In paradise, it's no different from normal people. As long as I don't die, this small paradise will always exist, and they will always exist."

"Is it equivalent to a ghost?"

"No different from a normal person."

"There is also a body, and it also needs to eat and sleep?"

"Yes."

"It can't be?" Chu Ling was half-believing and half-doubting.

In her imagination, if you die, only the soul exists, and the body will decay. Even in the paradise, there is only the soul.

Fakong actually said that the body exists like a normal person, and it also needs to eat, drink, defecate and urinate. What's the difference between that and being alive?

Fakong smiled and said, "Whether it is true or not, Your Highness will know it naturally when it is built in the future."

"If it is really built, who can enter? Not everyone can enter the Little Paradise, right?"

"Only believers can enter, and they need to have unshakable faith and make great wishes."

"Then can I come in even if I die?"

Fakong smiled but said nothing.

Although Chu Ling was grateful for his rescue, she did not have faith, just like Ning Zhenzhen.

Fakong has been observing and analyzing, and has vaguely grasped the truth, which may be related to their nature.

They are extremely strong and independent, and do not rely on external things. Even if they respect and admire them, they will not become believers.

"It seems that I have no hope." Chu Ling saw his expression and understood.

Fakong smiled and said, "Who can predict the future?"

"Master, don't you have the ability to see the future?"

"I can only see things within three months, not too far."

"Then I still have a glimmer of hope?"

"Your Highness has mastered the magic skill, and his life span is probably much longer than that of ordinary people. There is no need to rush." ​​Fakong smiled.

He sensed the vitality of Chu Ling, and knew that the magic skill she practiced could prolong her life. Her life span must be much longer than that of ordinary people, almost reaching two hundred years.

If the magic skill practiced by the emperor is also of this kind, then Prince Yi and Prince Ying will suffer.

They want to be emperors, but it is a long way off. If they don't practice this magic skill, they may not live longer than the emperor.

He shook his head secretly.

I don't know if the two of them know this situation. If the emperor really wants to practice this magic skill, there is no need for them to fight. I am afraid that the generation of Chu Yu and others will have to fight.

His thoughts flashed through his mind, but he immediately stopped thinking about it. He pretended to know nothing and spoke to Chu Ling with a smile.

"Long life?" Chu Ling looked at Fakong in confusion.

Fakong smiled at her.

"Do you know that my life will be long if I practice this amazing skill?"

"Yes."

"You are indeed a master." Chu Ling smiled and said, "You saw through my details at once, but this matter must be kept secret."

Fakong raised his eyebrows and nodded gently.

If she wanted to keep it secret, that meant the emperor had to keep it secret too?

Why did the emperor want to keep it secret?

What was the inside story?

He retracted his idea of ​​running.

It is better not to meddle in other people's affairs if you are not in the position. Just ignore the twists and turns and live your own free life.

"Master, am I in danger?" Chu Ling smiled and said, "Master, your divine eye can see it, right?"

Fakong smiled and nodded.

His eyes suddenly became as deep as an ancient well, shining faintly at Chu Ling.

Chu Ling felt that he could see her whole body clearly, and she couldn't help but get goose bumps. This naked feeling was extremely uncomfortable.

She suppressed her discomfort and looked at Fakong with a smile.

Fakong's brows slowly frowned.

"Am I in trouble?" Chu Ling said with a smile, "Someone wants to kill me?"

Fakong looked up at the sky.

The sun was slowly approaching the west mountain, and the sky was already red, about to turn into a sunset.

He looked at Chu Ling again.

Chu Ling was frightened by his gaze, and said angrily: "Master! If you have something to say, please say it quickly. Am I really in danger?"

Fakong said: "You will be assassinated."

"Where?"

"In the palace."

Chu Ling burst out laughing.

Her smile was brilliant, and Fakong's yard became brighter.

Fakong looked at her seriously.

Chu Ling smiled and said: "If it is outside the palace, on my way to the Vajra Temple or on my way back to the palace from the Vajra Temple, it is possible to be assassinated, but in the palace..."

She shook her head and said firmly: "Impossible!"

The security of the forbidden palace is extremely strict. It seems that there are not many guards, but the guards are hiding in the dark.

Not to mention, there are at least a dozen guards around Lingyun Palace, all of whom are masters.

There were even two grandmasters not far away.

With such tight guards, how could someone assassinate him in the palace?

Fakong sighed: "It was your guard who did it. There was a guard with a handsome face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, but a red mole at the corner of his mouth, and a sad face? It was him who did it."

"It's even more impossible for a guard to do it. Which guard in the Forbidden Palace is not clean and loyal for generations?" Chu Ling shook her head, but the smile on her beautiful face slowly faded, and she frowned, and she had already thought of who it was.

Fakong said: "Well..., this person seems to be surnamed Zhao, Zhao Mingze."

Chu Ling's face changed slightly.

The list of guards in the Forbidden Palace is confidential. Only the chief guard knows it. It is almost impossible for others to know it, and Master Fakong cannot know it either.

Fakong said: "His swordsmanship is unique. He can cut off your head with one sword, and then commit suicide on the spot."

Chu Ling's face darkened.

Hearing that her head was cut off, she felt angry and glared at Fakong in dissatisfaction.

Fakong said: "You actually had a calamity at the beginning. You secretly came to the blessing ceremony and your head was cut off."

"Who wants to make trouble for my head?" Chu Ling snorted: "You have to behead me!"

This way of death is too ugly and too tragic.

Fakong shook his head: "It was Kunshan Holy Church at the beginning, and now... it is probably Kunshan Holy Church again."

"Why does Kunshan Holy Church want to kill me?" Chu Ling frowned: "I am just an ordinary princess, why do you want to kill me?"

Fakong shook his head.

He couldn't determine why they had to make trouble for Chu Ling.

Moreover, Chu Ling's fate was very strange, as if there was an invisible big hand that had been pulling her back on track.

He eliminated her killing calamity once, and she came again, and died in the same way.

This is different from the fate of others.

The fate of others, with a slight change by oneself, immediately deviated from the original track and went further and further away.

Her fate, she moved it by herself, deviated from the track and quickly returned to the track, which was very strange.

"Okay, I will replace this Zhao Mingze when I go back." Chu Ling nodded.

Fakong's eyes were deep as ancient wells again.

Chu Ling was no longer so uncomfortable this time, looking at him calmly, taking the opportunity to study why his eyes were so deep.

She looked over intently, trying to see his pupils clearly.

But all she saw was a piece of light, and she couldn't see clearly at all, only a feeling of bottomlessness.

She felt weak after looking at it for a few times, and quickly retracted her gaze.

Fakong frowned again.

"What's the matter?" Chu Ling said helplessly: "Is there an assassin who wants to kill me besides this Zhao Mingze?"

Fakong nodded slowly.

"Really?"

"Your other guard, Qin Xuanqing." Fakong frowned thoughtfully: "It seems that these guards are not the root."

"Qin Xuanqing..." Chu Ling sighed: "He is upright and reckless, and he can't hide his words. He can't be a spy."

"It seems that there is no way to eradicate it unless the mastermind is found." Fakong shook his head and said: "Your Highness must be killed."

"Why?" Chu Ling was puzzled: "If you really want to kill the royal family, there are so many princes and princesses, why do you have to kill me?"

"Then your highness, think about it, what is the difference between you and those princes and princesses?"

"How can I think of it." Chu Ling snorted: "Everyone is different."

Fakong said: "You are the most favored by the emperor."

"Oh!" Chu Ling suddenly realized: "Killing me will make my father and mother sad the most?"

"It seems so." Fakong said: "It seems that this person wants revenge, and it is a real deep hatred."

Chu Ling said: "Then how to eliminate this disaster?"

"This is actually easy." Fakong smiled and said: "Just find two grandmasters to protect them."

"Grandmasters..." Chu Ling frowned and shook her head: "Grandmasters are all with my father and mother, and with the queen mother. There should be grandmasters protecting my third and sixth brothers in secret, but it is impossible for me."

Although the princes and princesses do not have grandmasters to protect them, once they are in danger, the guards can send a signal, and the grandmasters will rush to rescue them.

But if everyone has a grandmaster around them, it will be impossible.

First, the grandmasters are respected, and each of them has liberated their nature and can do whatever they want without restraint.

Second, there are not enough grandmasters.

Fakong said: "You are favored by the emperor and the queen, so it shouldn't be difficult to find two great masters to follow you?"

"Father and mother will obey me in other matters, but they won't agree to something that breaks the rules."

“Like this…” Fakong pondered.