Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

He didn't notice these people, but they actually found him. His eyes are too useless, right?

They were hiding in the bushes.

But the bushes were so short, how did they hide?

If they dug a hole, the bushes wouldn't be so dense. How could they grow so lush after the roots were dug? They didn't have the magic water!

So how did they hide in the bushes? They were obviously not shorter than him, so were they squatting there all the time?

They couldn't squat down.

The bushes they came out of were only one arm high, and they could reveal their figures even when they were squatting.

He was in no hurry to leave for a while. He had to continue to study what was going on and had to crack it.

While he was thinking, Fakong's voice rang in his mind: "What are you dawdling about? Hurry up!"

"Ah..." Lin Feiyang shook his head and sighed, and disappeared in a flash.

"Someone!"

"Chase!"

Three people came out of the bushes again, like three wisps of light smoke floating towards the position where Lin Feiyang was just now.

They seemed to be as wispy as smoke, but their speed was so fast that they could not be seen clearly. They stopped at the position where Lin Feiyang was standing and then revealed their figures.

They were three middle-aged men in dark green tights, with ordinary looks and solemn faces. They formed a horn and leaned against each other, looking left and right and up and down, as if facing a great enemy.

Lin Feiyang had disappeared without a trace.

They searched for a while, but found nothing, without any trace.

They once again suspected that they had hallucinations, otherwise how could they keep making mistakes.

They absolutely did not believe that anyone could really hide their hearing and seeing skills, especially since their sensitivity was beyond the limit of imagination and they could never be deceived.

Lin Feiyang did not delay any more and rushed back to Guanyun Tower in one breath. Fakong and the others had already sat down in Guanyun Tower. The table was full of food, but they sat there without moving.

Lin Feiyang appeared at the table with a gloomy face and saw Li Ying and the other three starting to eat at another table.

Fakong saw him and picked up the chopsticks: "Let's start."

Lin Feiyang picked up the chopsticks and took a few bites of food, wolfing them down.

He was really hungry after working all night, and finally his stomach stopped growling after a few big bites.

"Uncle Lin, what are you busy with?" Xu Qingluo asked curiously.

Lin Feiyang looked at Fakong.

Fakong said: "It took so long, but did you find anything?"

"They actually hid in the bushes, but the bushes couldn't hide their figures at all. It's strange. I really can't figure out how they hid."

Xu Qingluo opened her eyes wide and listened with her ears perked up.

Fakong smiled and looked at Xu Qingluo.

Lin Feiyang said: "Let Qingluo guess?"

Fakong said: "Tell her."

Lin Feiyang then told Xu Qingluo about his discovery and doubts. Zhou Yang and Faning also listened with their ears perked up, and even Li Ying was listening at another table.

Xu Qingluo asked a few questions about the structure and specific conditions of the forest, and smiled: "Uncle Lin, this is very simple. Just plant these grasses in flower pots. No matter how deep the pit is, it will not damage the vitality of these grasses."

"Yes!" Lin Feiyang clapped his hands and said excitedly: "If you don't touch their roots and you can dig a pit, then use a flower pot!"

He felt that he was too stupid. He had been thinking about how to dig a pit without hurting the grass roots, and what kind of magical skill could be used to shrink so short. Did he practice the skill of shrinking bones?

Now that Xu Qingluo pointed it out, he realized that he was getting stuck in a dead end.

Why didn't I think of it? It's actually very simple.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Uncle Lin, you were actually discovered by them. Is it because the magic skill is not working?"

"These guys are quite weird." Lin Feiyang sighed.

Even if he leaked his eyes, the Imperial Shadow Sutra is so mysterious that it should be covered by the shadow, although the sun was shining at that time and the shadow was too small.

But they actually discovered his gaze. It can only be said that these people are too sensitive.

The next time, she deliberately lured them to see who else was hiding and whether there was only one place.

For now, there was only one place in the bush, but there must be another place, at least three secret sentries.

Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong curiously.

Fakong shook his head.

Xu Qingluo nodded gently.

She understood what Fakong meant and didn't say it in public.

After Li Ying and the other two finished their meal, they put their tenths together and bowed, without saying anything else, and turned to leave.

Li Ying was calm and composed, no different from usual.

Li Zhu and Zhou Tianhuai's faces were solemn, reflecting that Li Ying's current situation was not so good and she was under great pressure.

Xu Qingluo whispered: "Master, Sister Li is in trouble, right?"

"Yes."

"Master, do you want to help?"

"Let's see."

Xu Qingluo smiled, knowing that Master was going to ask for favors again.

After everyone finished eating, they went downstairs and walked along Suzaku Avenue, greeting "Master Fakong, Master Fakong, good morning, Master Fakong, courtesy" all the way, and slowly came to the gate of the outer courtyard.

The pilgrims had been waiting for a long time. When they saw Fakong coming, they were immediately excited and saluted.

Fakong smiled and saluted, which made them very happy.

The name of the monk Fakong is getting more and more famous now. The pilgrims are proud to greet Fakong.

Of course, they also have their own little calculations, wanting to get acquainted with Fakong.

The gate of the temple slowly opened.

Every time Fakong had a meal, the gate of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple would open to welcome pilgrims in to burn incense.

Two women stood on one side of the gate, standing in the bright sunshine.

They were Li Xinwei and another beautiful young woman who looked similar.

This young woman is about thirty years old. She is wearing a dark green skirt and has a graceful and strong figure.

Her pair of sword-shaped eyebrows looked very heroic, but now her eyebrows looked haggard, like a flower that was about to wither.

Even so, she still retains her beauty and charm.

"Master..." Li Xinwei bowed embarrassedly: "This is my mother, she..."

"Come in." Fakong nodded.

Everyone looked over curiously.

Li Xinwei's mother, Li Jingchun, followed the tithe into the courtyard and came to the stone table beside the freeing pool.

Faning, Zhou Yang, Lin Feiyang and others were busy with their own affairs and dispersed.

Xu Qingluo brought the tea cup over and stood aside holding the sandalwood tray.

Fakong directly cast the rejuvenation spell six times.

Li Jingchun was also a quiet person. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips tightly to prevent herself from making weird noises.

She felt it extremely strongly.

After a cup of tea, she slowly opened her eyes. White steam was steaming from the top of her head, her temples were soaked, and her clothes were half wet.

She used her skills to quickly dry her clothes and bowed deeply: "Thank you, Master."

Fakong smiled and said, "It's fate. Mrs. Li doesn't need to be polite."

Li Jingchun's eyes turned red and she forced a smile.

She couldn't help but think of her eldest daughter. If she could wait until now, she would be able to get rid of the strange poison and live well, and she would not die in her arms.

Thinking of this, her heart felt like a knife, and she really couldn't be happy.

She felt extremely guilty about her two daughters, and she felt extremely guilty about Li Zhengyuan. Because of herself, the family had become unhappy.

If he hadn't married Li Zhengyuan, he would have married an ordinary woman. She should be harmonious and beautiful now, would not suffer the pain of losing a daughter, and would already have gray hair at a young age.

All this made her unable to feel happy even after she was freed from the torture of Muscle Odds syndrome, and her heart was still as heavy as a brick.

Fa Kong saw her like this and cast a heart-purifying spell.

Li Jingchun felt the wine falling down on her head and entering her mind.

This cold nectar quickly poured out the blockage in my chest and drove away the clouds in my heart.

Fakong smiled happily, then turned and left.

Xu Qingluo glanced at Li Jingchun, smiled at Li Xinwei, turned around and followed Fakong.

Li Jingchun had closed her eyes unconsciously and remained motionless.

Li Xinwei bowed deeply to Fa Konghe, and then stared at Li Jingchun, wondering why her mother was so strange.

About a quarter of an hour later, Li Jingchun opened her eyes and slowly looked up at the sky.

The world suddenly changed. The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. It seemed that it had never been so clear and clean before.

Li Xinwei called out cautiously: "Mother?"

Li Jingchun turned to look at her, gently took her into his arms, and patted her vest gently: "Xiaowei, I have suffered so much for you these years."

"Mom, you've been working hard too." Li Xinwei couldn't feel Li Jingchun's various emotions and complex emotions, and she just felt lucky: "Mom, are you feeling better too?"

Li Jingchun nodded lightly: "I've recovered. It's as you said, it's miraculous."

Li Xinwei smiled and said: "Mom, let's go back quickly. Dad is still waiting. He must be restless."

"Okay, let's go back." Li Jingchun let go of her, bowed deeply in the direction Fakong left again, and took Li Xinwei's hand to leave.

The pilgrims in the distance were confused and didn't know what they were doing, but when they saw Li Xinwei, they recognized her and remembered her committing suicide by hitting the wall.

At that time, Li Xinwei was desperate and discouraged, and her expression was numb, but now she was full of vitality, and they couldn't help but smile as they looked at her.

"Master Fakong should have saved them."

"They didn't drink the magic water, so they don't have to wait."

"You guys are too careless. Master Fakong took action because it was useless for her to drink the divine water."

"The divine water is useless, can Master Fakong save him?"

"It seems that there is no disease in the world that can be difficult for Master Fa Kong. We are blessed."

"hey-hey……"

The stronger Fakong's rejuvenation spell, the more secure they feel.

They go out of their way to line up to offer incense. Most of them do not believe deeply in Buddhism, but they have their own calculations in their hearts: If they are really seriously ill or terminally ill in the future, if they tell their names and their status as pilgrims in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, the master will have to recite some incense. Emotional.

But you can't just improvise, otherwise, you may have to wait at the back of the queue, and you won't even be able to wait for Master Fakong to take action.

Yonghe Palace

The Queen Mother had just finished washing her clothes and before she left her seat in front of the mirror, Chu Ling came in with a bowl of porridge, as light as a deer.

She came to sit next to the Queen Mother and handed the porridge with a smile: "Emperor Grandma, it has just been cooked. Drink it while it is hot."

The Queen Mother took it with a smile: "Ling'er girl, have you ever gone to see Master Fakong?"

"Go and have a look at him today." Chu Ling said, "Help the Imperial Grandmother find out what he says."

The Queen Mother smiled and nodded, and said with satisfaction: "It's rare that you haven't forgotten this, girl."

"How could I forget Grandma Huang's instructions?" Chu Ling said, "I'll come over after I finish my breakfast."

"Gong Qunying, you go there with Ling'er, and ask the master for a jar of divine water by the way...Girl Ling'er, don't let others send you the divine water, it's better to get it yourself."

A tall and burly old eunuch came in, wearing a purple shirt, holding a white jade and silver whisk in his hand, with snow-white hair and a ruddy complexion. He bowed and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, should I go and ask for it directly, or..."

His voice was soft and sweet, neither fast nor slow.

"I'll ask the master for it first, and then you get it back, Old Gong." Chu Ling said.

"Yes, Your Highness." Gong Qunying smiled.