Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Bai Yutian..." Fakong pondered.

"I have taken a few of his hairs." Lin Feiyang took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Fakong.

Fakong took it and put it in his sleeve, and there was hair inside.

Chu Ling sat at the stone table, her body swaying slightly.

She felt that she was standing very steadily, and she adjusted her body with the shaking of the ground to keep stable.

She sighed: "Compared with orchid wine and apricot wine, the taste is indeed different. One is clear and the other is sweet. Let's drink apricot wine tomorrow."

"Okay, apricot wine tomorrow." Fakong agreed.

Lin Feiyang had packed up and served tea.

After a cup of tea, Chu Ling completely sobered up and sobered up. The feeling of being tipsy made her extremely relaxed. She shook her head: "I can't drink anymore."

The tea brewed with divine water has magical effects, and sobering up is the most basic effect.

Fakong laughed.

Chu Ling glared at him and said angrily: "I'm not kidding, I really can't drink anymore."

Fakong restrained his smile and nodded seriously.

Chu Ling snorted, "If I drink any more, I'm afraid I'll get addicted to wine."

Fakong smiled and nodded, "Your Highness is smart. You really shouldn't be controlled by your hobbies, but should control your hobbies!"

"That's right!" Chu Ling agreed very much.

Fakong said, "If you don't want to drink, Your Highness should come here less often, otherwise, you'll have to drink again after coming here."

Chu Ling glanced at him.

Fakong smiled at her.

"It seems that you are annoyed with me." Chu Ling snorted, "Do you think I'm annoying?"

"Your Highness is overthinking."

"Oh," Chu Ling suddenly realized, "I see, you are afraid that you will be tempted, right?"

Fakong smiled speechlessly.

I have a statue of Medicine Buddha, so I'm not so easily tempted.

What's more, Chu Ling is not the type he likes. He likes quiet and gentle women, not this kind of smart ones.

And he has decided not to get involved in love affairs, just like Ning Zhenzhen in Mingyue Temple.

All feelings in the world are fragile, and the most painful and fragile is the love between men and women, which is far inferior to friendship.

It is best to be with Ning Zhenzhen, and it is also okay to be with Li Ying, who can use each other, which is much better than love between men and women.

Seeing him laugh like this, Chu Ling felt a little embarrassed and snorted: "Master, do you think I am unbearable?"

"How can your highness have such an idea?"

"Then why are you laughing so loudly!"

"Hehe..." Fakong smiled and shook his head: "I really can't help it, your highness, I am a monk, how can I fall into the trap?"

"If I am beautiful enough, you will be unable to help yourself."

"Don't disappoint your highness, I am a Buddhist monk with a firm heart, and I will not have such strange thoughts. Your highness can rest assured."

"What should I worry about!" Chu Ling rolled his eyes at him and turned away.

Fakong clasped his hands and smiled: "Your highness, I am sorry that I can't see you off."

Chu Ling waved her jade hand and walked away without stopping.

Lin Feiyang came to Fakong, shook his head and said regretfully: "This time I have completely offended the Fifteenth Princess. I will never come again."

Fakong glanced at him.

Lin Feiyang said: "I like the Princess very much. She is straightforward and cute."

I speak bluntly and offend people at every turn, but the Princess did not take it as an offense and was not angry.

Women are all petty, but the Princess is not. She is frank and generous.

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "She is angry today, but she will forget it tomorrow and come again."

Chu Ling's nature is like this. She gets angry quickly. She can't be angry all the time. After a while, she will forget the feeling of being angry and run over to drink.

"I hope so." Lin Feiyang was very worried.

He then said, "That Bai Yutian is so bold that he dared to deal with Prince Xin and you, the abbot."

"Have you found out who is behind him?"

"He should have acted on his own initiative. I didn't see him report to others. He made the decision himself." Lin Feiyang shook his head: "And he was a little sneaky. Did he give the order secretly?"

"Yes." Fakong nodded.

He took out the cloth bag from his sleeve and then used his clairvoyance.

Using the hair in the cloth bag as a guide, he instantly found a thin and short middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was in a large house in the south of the city, with six guards in the yard.

In the bright sunshine, he paced in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, his face solemn, and his eyebrows straightened into the shape of a "chuan".

With short eyebrows, round eyes, round nose, and big mouth, he looked a bit ugly and funny. At this time, he was gloomy and frowned, which was still a bit funny.

Fakong disappeared in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared in an alley.

The sun was shining brightly, shining in the alley and on him.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, lazily basking in the sun, opening his heart and eyes.

At this glance, he saw the strangeness of Bai Yutian.

There were two auras in the meridians, one was moon white and the other was ink-colored. White and black formed a Tai Chi diagram, which was both distinct and integrated.

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

This was the secret method of Kunshan Holy Religion. Through Gong Qunying's memory, he knew that this was the Yin-Yang Nine Transformations.

The changes of Yin and Yang were mysterious, and they could hide themselves at any time. It could be said to be one of the most secret secret methods.

Among the disciples of Kunshan Holy Religion, most of them practiced the Heavenly Demon Secret Scripture. The advantage of the Heavenly Demon Secret Scripture was that the threshold was low and the requirements for qualifications were not so high.

There are some miraculous skills that require extremely high thresholds, such as the Yin-Yang Nine Transformations Technique, which is one of them.

This Bai Yutian seems to have good qualifications, and his cultivation level is deep enough, which can be regarded as the pinnacle of the second grade.

He is actually a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult. This is the real disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult!

Disciples of the Holy Cult of Kunshan must turn themselves into disciples of the Holy Cult of Kunshan.

It turns out that this is the revenge of Kunshan Holy Cult!

Fakong shook his head.

The wonder of the world is really beyond imagination. These are actually two forces, or in other words, one force?

Could it be that the one who harmed the princesses was also the Holy Cult of Kunshan?

Fa Kong was filled with emotion.

Then, forcing yourself to leave Shenjing is to gather the great masters to surround and kill you, not for other reasons.

Or, there are other reasons, but killing yourself is the biggest reason.

Then you should kill him directly?

He shook his head.

It is not appropriate to do it yourself.

Then ask someone else to do it.

His mind wandered, and he suddenly appeared in another alley, then slowly stepped out and entered Suzaku Avenue.

There were crowds of people on Zhuque Avenue, and Prince Xin was among them. The two met outside a shop selling jade carvings.

The two of them nodded lightly and did not communicate. They just took a jade carving and looked at it.

Fakong's voice rang in his mind: "Your Majesty, Bai Yutian, the head of the Green-clothed Internal Affairs Bureau, is a disciple of the Kunshan Holy Cult. He ordered the subordinates of the Internal Affairs Bureau to investigate the prince and me."

Chu Xiang sent a message into the secret: "Investigating us?"

Fakong picked up another horse carved from jasper and said calmly: "You want to frame me to force me away so that you can kill me with all your strength."

"Turns out to be a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult..."

"What you are practicing is the Yin-Yang Nine Turns Technique, one of the unique skills of the Kunshan Holy Cult. Your Majesty should know about it."

"Okay, I will take him down." Chu Xiang said solemnly.

Fakong nodded lightly, put the jade horse into his sleeve, threw it to the shopkeeper, and fluttered away with a piece of silver.

Fa Kong was walking on the street when he suddenly disappeared in a flash and appeared in an alley outside the house.

At this time, Bai Yutian was walking with his hands behind his back, followed by four middle-aged guards with alert expressions.

Fakong touched his face gently, and then shook slightly.

The next moment, he had turned into an old man with a sallow face, a stooped figure, wearing a gray gown, and moved slowly step by step.

His breath was weak, and he seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time. He was obviously seriously ill and fell into a serious illness.

The Little Ruyi Kung allows him to change as he wishes.

There were clothes inside the Kalachakra Tower. He entered it, changed his clothes and came out again. From the outside, it looked like an instant change.

At this time, Bai Yutian and the other five people were already approaching. Wan Kong walked tremblingly without letting down his guard.

All five people stared at him warily.

Fa Kong pretended not to know anything and walked slowly. When he came to Bai Yutian, he stopped, stepped aside, covered his mouth and coughed twice.

The five people in Bai Yutian frowned and walked close to the other wall to avoid being affected by his cough.

Who knows what disease he has, it may be a highly contagious and strange disease that cannot be avoided carelessly.

Fakong looked up at them, his eyes fell on Bai Yutian, and he shook his head.

His eyes were blurred and he sighed: "Old age is a disease of internal degeneration and is not contagious."

Bai Yutian forced a smile.

A middle-aged guard said solemnly: "Old man, don't go out with such a serious illness. Why not go out and take risks? A fall would be serious."

Fakong smiled and sighed: "What a bloody disaster, you five, you have to be careful."

"Hey, you old man, you actually cursed us!"

"Alas... I also have good intentions." Fakong shook his head and sighed: "If you don't listen, there's nothing we can do about it."

"Old man, how can you conclude that we are suffering from a bloody disaster?" Bai Yutian waved his hand to stop the guards from talking, and looked at Fakong with a smile.

Fakong said: "You have a blood energy in your body, which is a sign of the bloody disaster. It's a pity that my eyes..."

He pointed to his blurred eyes: "I have seen too many disasters, and I have also suffered misfortune."

"Can the old man really see disasters?" Bai Yutian smiled and said, "Then tell me what other disasters I have?"

"The disaster of death." Fakong stared at him and shook his head: "If you don't do anything bad, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

Bai Yutian was stunned by Fakong's confused gaze.

Fakong's eyes suddenly turned dark, and he sighed: "We still have to accumulate virtue. That's all I have to say. I'll take my leave."

As he spoke, he slowly moved away.

The smile on Bai Yutian's face faded and he stared coldly at Fakong's back.

"Master..." a guard whispered: "This old guy is talking nonsense, leave him alone!"

"Humph." Bai Yutian said coldly: "He really happened to meet him by chance. Didn't he wait for us here on purpose?"

"Is he someone with ulterior motives?!" Another guard said solemnly: "But he doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner."

"If you don't practice martial arts, you can practice other things." Bai Yutian said coldly: "Besides, there are also magical skills that can restrain the breath."

The four guards nodded.

I don't think so.

The method of restraining the aura that can be hidden from the five of them is probably not available to ordinary people, and that old guy probably doesn't have it. He is too preoccupied.