Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong walked out of this alley and turned to a nearby alley.

In the secluded alley, there was only a little black dog sniffing around, raising its leg from time to time to mark it.

It turned around when it heard the noise, and when it saw Fakong, it immediately ran away crazily with its tail between its legs.

Fakong smiled and wiped his face gently.

The next moment, he returned to his original appearance, his bald head was brighter than before, and he changed into a purple and gold cassock.

When entering and exiting the Kalachakra Pagoda, the hair undergoes a process of growth and erasure, and the change is the biggest.

The changes in bones and muscles are insignificant compared to the birth and death of hair, especially clothes.

Fakong nodded, very satisfied with the small Ruyi magic skill.

It is better to cooperate with the Kalachakra Tower.

You can adjust your appearance as much as you like in the Kalachakra Tower until you are satisfied, and then come out. The time outside has not passed, only a moment.

His mind began to replay what he had seen.

Bai Yutian once met an old man quietly, and then began to issue orders to investigate Prince Xin and himself.

Fakong had seen this old man before.

Short, chubby, fair and amiable, he is actually the shopkeeper of Guanyun Tower.

Fakong never expected that Shopkeeper Lu of Guanyun Tower was actually a master of Kunshan Holy Cult, and he seemed to have a high status, but there was no aura of Kunshan Holy Cult about him.

Bai Yutian can practice the miraculous skills passed down by the Kunshan Holy Cult. His qualifications are extremely high, and his status is naturally not low.

Those who can command Bai Yutian have a higher status.

The organization of the Kunshan Holy Cult is a flat organization. The top-down structure is very simple. The leader, the nine elders, the four saints, the twelve star masters, and then the followers.

There is no other layer between congregants and elders.

If Bai Yutian is a member of the congregation, it is unlikely that the Twelve Star Lords are higher than him, and it is even less likely that the Four Saints are there. Then this Shopkeeper Lu is probably one of the nine elders.

Fakong smiled.

It seems that the Holy Cult of Kunshan is already in a hurry and can't wait to kill him. He wants to drive him out of Shenjing and then kill him.

What if you say that you will take advantage of the situation and leave Shenjing?

Ever since he knew that someone wanted to force him to leave Shenjing, he had been eager to take action. He had the urge to see what they were going to do.

I really want to use the trick and leave Shenjing to have a look, so as to elicit their arrangements and satisfy my curiosity.

The move was somewhat risky.

Then eliminate the danger and make arrangements in advance.

He returned to his small courtyard in a flash, sat down at the stone table, and thought about ways to break the situation.

For the time being, he has no intention of touching Shopkeeper Lu.

Bai Yutian, the undercover man in green, wants to get rid of him, but shopkeeper Lu is not in a hurry. Let's see what other methods he has.

The chef of Wangjiang Tower is a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult, and the shopkeeper of Guanyun Tower is a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult. Are there disciples of Kunshan Holy Cult lurking in these big restaurants?

He found it interesting, so his eyes turned golden again, and he looked towards Guanyun Tower and saw Shopkeeper Lu.

Shopkeeper Lu was practicing in a yard. His movements were as gentle as a civet cat, which was in sharp contrast to his fat body, like a fat cat boxing.

With his golden eyes, all obstacles became transparent, and he saw the operation of shopkeeper Lu's meridians.

Within the jasper-like meridians, the golden aura circulated, which actually had a somewhat sacred feeling, making Fakong feel close to him.

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

This is actually a miracle of Buddhism.

Shopkeeper Lu's movements were gentle, but there was a faint explosion sound between his palms, as if he was squeezing the air too much.

What the golden eyes could see was that there was a ball of golden light in each of his palms, forming an oval shape and squeezing the air.

This is the first time I have seen such strange palm power.

Fakong felt that he had learned a lot.

He moved his eyes away from Shopkeeper Lu and decided to take a good look at him next time he ate.

He set his sights on the location of Qianlongwei's mansion.

Hidden Dragon Technique is very important.

If you can get this trick, you can hide the magnetic field of the Grand Master, and use the Grand Master to ambush and set traps.

Qianlongwei Mansion

Feng Chaoling had a gloomy face and paced in the atrium with his hands behind his hands. Two ordinary middle-aged people came in and saluted with clasped fists: "Guard Master, we found some clues."

"Huh?" Feng Chaoling perked up: "Let's talk about it."

There were two ordinary middle-aged men, one tall and one short, with smiles on their faces. The tall man and the middle-aged man said in a loud voice: "It's just a little clue, but I don't dare to say whether it is a real clue or a false clue."

"Let's talk and listen first." Feng Chaoling waved, and the three of them came to the small pavilion next to them.

Feng Chaoling poured the tea himself, handed it to the two of them, and said with a gentle smile: "Lao Jing and Lao Qi, let's hear what the clues are."

They thanked each other and took a sip.

"Master Wei, I believe that the princess has been ill for too long, and it is not caused by the day after tomorrow, so it can be ruled out. It is indeed her own illness. We see that the other six princesses, Princess Jingbei, are caused by poisoning. They are under the Holy Cult of Kunshan. Hands, Princess Yi, who has a trace of Buddhism, and Princess Ying, who has not yet become ill, but there are already faint signs. The remaining Princess Rui, Princess Duan, and Princess Yi have not yet become ill, but there are already signs. They have symptoms. There is a hint of Buddhism in them all.”

"Buddhism..." Feng Chaoling's gentle smiling face suddenly turned gloomy, and he said coldly: "Fakong?!"

"Master Wei, according to our guess, it shouldn't be the mentality of the Vajra Temple." The short middle-aged man shook his head.

"Is that He Zong?"

"This cannot be determined yet."

"Isn't it really the Vajra Temple or the Snowy Mountains?"

"This..." The two hesitated, looked at each other and shook their heads.

The short middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "Master, you also know that among the 108 temples of the Great Snow Mountain Sect, we, the Hidden Dragon Guard, only control 12 temples. I really don't know the rest. I don't think it may be the Great Snow Mountain."

Feng Chaoling said in a deep voice, "The Great Snow Mountain is of the same origin. Other temples are killing, and Fakong is treating them. It does not hurt people's lives, but also can gain a good reputation and good connections. It can be said to be a perfect match!"

"Well..." The two shook their heads and said nothing.

They knew that Feng Chaoling was resentful of the Great Snow Mountain and it was difficult for him to have a good impression of the Great Snow Mountain.

"Is it possible to further trace the source of the breath?" Feng Chaoling took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and asked slowly.

The two shook their heads.

The short middle-aged man whispered: "This is the best we can do. We used the Heavenly Secret Soul Searching Instrument to search, but we could only find the aura. This aura is ethereal and unpredictable, and we can't find its owner based on it."

"The Heavenly Secret Soul Searching Instrument can't find it either?"

"Yes."

"It's really troublesome."

"Now that we have determined that it is the aura of Buddhism, we decided to check one by one to see if they can contact monks or Buddhists. We can always find it."

"Master Wei, this is the only stupid way."

Feng Chaoling stood up and paced outside the pavilion with his hands behind his back, his face solemn.

The two saluted.

After a moment, Feng Chaoling gritted his teeth, as if he had made a big decision, and said in a deep voice: "Well, you go to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple and ask Fakong to help track down this aura!"

"Master Fakong?" The two were immediately surprised.

"Yeah." Feng Chaoling said in a deep voice: "I guess he also wants to find out who it is, if he is okay."

"This..." The short middle-aged man hesitated: "Will Master Fakong help? After all, we once thought he was the murderer and completely offended him."

The people of Qianlongwei knew that they had completely offended Master Fakong, and Master Fakong came in person to prove the existence of supernatural powers.

Although it was not allowed to be spread outside, it had already spread among Qianlongwei, and they were all impressed by Fakong's audacity.

"It's okay to try." Feng Chaoling said.

"Yes." The two of them clasped their fists and saluted, and then withdrew.

Fakong touched his chin and pondered.

He had no idea where to start, but Qianlongwei actually found clues and found the murderer's breath.

The world is so big that there are indeed all kinds of wonders. We can't underestimate the heroes of the world.

The key is this Tianji Soul Searching Instrument.

What exactly is this Tianji Soul Searching Instrument?

He looked at the two people and saw that the short middle-aged man had something in his arms, only the size of a palm, which looked like a compass in his previous life.

The compass was as black as ink, covered with silver lines, forming small grids one by one.

At this time, in the center of this black compass, there was a group of misty breath, and the light yellow breath was flowing endlessly.

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

He immediately identified that it was indeed the breath of Buddhism, but this breath was unpredictable, and it seemed to be real and illusory.

He raised his voice and said, "Lin Feiyang."

Lin Feiyang appeared in a flash.

Fakong looked up at the sky. The sun was setting. It had been so long without him noticing that it was only a moment.

"Two Qianlongwei will come outside later, just bring them here."

"Yes." Lin Feiyang responded and disappeared in a flash.

Fakong continued to concentrate his golden eyes and looked in the direction of Qianlongwei.

In Qianlongwei Mansion, Feng Chaoling sat cross-legged on his bed and began to condense his breath. He separated a breath from the sandalwood and began to circulate along the lower dantian.

Fakong suddenly realized.

It was actually a reversal of breath!

When practicing, the breath should be reversed. He imitated it before, but practiced in the opposite direction.

No wonder he was in so much pain. Fortunately, he stopped in time, otherwise, he might have gone crazy.

He tried to follow Feng Chaoling's exercise route, taking a stream of pure qi from the sandalwood, and then going down along the Ren channel into the dantian, and then starting to run sideways, instead of going to the Du channel, passing through six acupuncture points, and then going up along the Du channel through the back.

After a circle, the thirty-six major acupuncture points suddenly formed a strange attraction, which violently pulled the qi in, thus forming a vortex.

These vortices formed suction, and the thirty-six suction forces acted on each other to form a route for the qi to circulate.

They flowed with each other and became one.

Qianlong Jue has achieved a small success.

Because of his strong spirit, he could control the Qi absolutely freely and move it wherever he wanted.

Even if there was an invisible force blocking him, it could not stop him from moving, so he completed it in one go and entered the realm of minor success.

Other Qianlong Guards had to accumulate and hone their skills bit by bit over time, and it took at least ten years to finally master the Qianlong Jue.

Fakong felt that the Qianlong Jue was simple and effective, so he felt that this skill was mysterious and could be said to be the most worthwhile skill to practice.

"Abbot, they are here." Lin Feiyang's voice sounded outside.

Fakong said, "Please come in."

Two ordinary middle-aged men, one tall and one short, stepped into the gate and saw Fakong by the release pond, clasping their hands in greeting.

Fakong clasped his hands in return and asked them to sit down at the stone table by the pond.

Xu Qingluo was now completely immersed in cultivation. She was no longer curious and no longer ran over to serve tea when she heard someone. She stood aside and listened.

Lin Feiyang served tea.

Fakong listened to their request with a smile, and readily asked them to take out the Tianji Soul Searching Instrument to feel the breath.