Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Master Jingfan, please come with us." The short middle-aged man said slowly, "We have some things to ask carefully."

"You two are on duty, can't you ask here?" Jingfan smiled handsomely, his eyes swept over the others.

They looked at him in surprise, puzzled, and then glared at the two middle-aged men angrily.

They actually wanted to take away the people in their own temple.

Dayan Temple is one body, if you take one away, can you take the other one? If you can take Jingfan away today, can you take yourself away tomorrow?

This gave them a strong sense of insecurity, which naturally gave rise to anger and unwillingness, and they wanted to fight.

Facing the angry eyes of the crowd, the two middle-aged men responded calmly, shook their heads gently, and slowly uttered two words: "No."

Jing Fan shook his head and said, "I wonder what the identities of the two officers are?"

"Qianlong Guard."

"Qianlong Guard..." Jing Fan shook his head and smiled, "As far as I know, there is no such yamen in the court. There are Green Outer Division and Green Inner Division, the prefect and the four major infantry yamen, but I have never heard of Qianlong Guard."

"It belongs to the inner court." The tall middle-aged man said lightly, "You don't need to know too much about the rest, just follow us."

"If I don't figure it out, how can I go in a muddle? What if it's a scam, the two officers will tell you, right?"

"Qianlong Guard is responsible for secret affairs. The world doesn't know, and it's normal for you not to know."

"Then there must be a more external identity, right?" Jing Fan smiled and said, "If you go out to do things, what skin do you wear?"

The two middle-aged men frowned, thinking that what he said was not right.

The tall middle-aged man had lost his patience, his face became solemn, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and the aura of a grandmaster was no longer concealed.

Fakong's golden eyes saw that his Hidden Dragon Art began to reverse.

With the aura of the grandmaster, the faces of the monks around him changed slightly.

It was like a towering mountain slowly falling down, making people breathless.

Zhiming clasped his hands and sighed: "The arrival of the first-rank grandmaster is a great honor to our humble home!"

"Let Jingfan go with us." The tall middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Will the abbot agree?"

"Ah——!" Zhiming sighed softly: "I didn't expect that he was actually the first-rank. He really thinks highly of Jingfan."

Jingfan smiled: "The first-rank grandmaster should not be a liar, but, there are always strange things in the world, and I still can't go with you."

"It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin!" The tall middle-aged man said coldly: "We can only use force."

The short middle-aged man shook his head: "We didn't want to take force at first, we just asked, not arrested."

Jingfan smiled and said: "But if I resist, will you arrest me?"

"That means I am guilty, of course I have to catch me." The short middle-aged man stared at Jingfan.

Jing Fan kept smiling, with an expression of ease, and shook his head gently, saying: "If you want to ask me questions, then change to the Infantry Yamen or the Green Clothes Internal Affairs. You Qianlong Guards are inexplicable, and I will not agree."

"So, you want to fight?" The tall middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"Haha..." Jing Fan laughed loudly: "What if I fight? Although I am weak, I will fight hard."

"Then let's try it." The tall middle-aged man sneered disdainfully.

Jing Fan's cultivation is only a master.

Although the master also has the ability to kill the great master, to do this, it is rare to have everything in the right time, place and people.

Often it is when the great master is not on guard.

Now the two of them are on guard, he can't make any waves. A small master wants to deal with two great masters?

Overestimate your own ability!

Jing Fan shook his head, looked at the abbot Zhi Ming, and solemnly clasped his hands: "Master, I am unfilial and have to go first."

"Alas--!" Zhi Ming clasped his hands and sighed: "Why do you do this!"

"I have no choice but to do this." Jing Fan smiled and said: "Take care, Master."

Zhi Ming nodded gently.

The two Qianlong Guards frowned.

They felt something was wrong. Was he going to commit suicide?

Jing Fan suddenly became blurry, as if he turned into a blurry shadow, and the shadow then dispersed like a bubble.

"How dare you!" The two Qianlong Guards immediately knew that he was not fighting to death, but running for his life, and they were furious.

But Jing Fan had disappeared.

They could not even sense his existence.

This body movement was too fast.

The two people's faces flushed, staring at Zhi Ming.

Zhi Ming smiled bitterly and clasped his hands: "Please forgive me, my disciple is naughty. I don't know what happened?"

"About the princess." The tall middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly chuckled: "Do you think that your disciple will be alright if he runs away?"

"Amitabha!" Zhiming clasped his hands and chanted a Buddhist name, sighing: "My disciple has been naughty since he was a child, and I don't know many things."

"Can you just brush it off with a word of ignorance?" The tall middle-aged man shook his head: "If the disciple is not good, it is the fault of the master. There is also a saying that the monk can run away but the temple cannot. Since he has escaped, you Da Yan Temple should be responsible for him!"

He turned and walked away.

The short middle-aged man shook his head: "If I were the abbot, I would still persuade him to come back and surrender directly to the Green Clothes Internal Affairs. This matter cannot be solved by just walking away, unless he never comes back. If he doesn't come back, your entire Da Yan Temple will be buried with him. He dared to kill the princesses, how audacious!... That's all I have to say, abbot, take care of yourself!"

He turned and walked out.

The two walked out of the gate of Dayan Temple side by side, turned around and looked at Dayan Temple, looking at the endless stream of pilgrims around, their faces were gloomy.

The tall middle-aged man looked at the gate of Dayan Temple.

The red paint of the gate has almost fallen off, and the mottled feeling of the vicissitudes of time is revealed. Unfortunately, the temple will be closed today.

Now it has been determined without a doubt that Monk Jingfan of Dayan Temple is the murderer of the princesses, and it was him who did it.

This is too bad.

If only Monk Jingfan is dealt with, how can the anger of the princesses and the anger of the emperor be calmed down.

The whole Dayan Temple will be unlucky.

If Monk Jingfan did not escape, it would be fine. If he escapes now, the whole Dayan Temple will be arrested and tortured. Just think about it and you will know how miserable it is.

"Let's go. This is not the time for mercy. We two will not end up well!" The short middle-aged man shook his head.

Two great masters chased one master, but he escaped. Just think about how embarrassing it is. They will be punished when they return to the Lord of Guards.

They gnashed their teeth at Monk Jingfan.

"He can't escape." The tall middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

"He can't escape."

"Don't delay any longer, or he will really escape far away."

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Fakong sat at the stone table, his golden eyes chasing Monk Jingfan, watching him flash and flash a hundred meters away.

It looks like Lin Feiyang's shadow escape technique.

However, Lin Feiyang's current shadow escape technique is far from the past, and Monk Jingfan's light skill is more like Lin Feiyang's previous shadow escape technique.

He was able to escape from two great masters, and the induction of the great masters was extremely sharp, which shows that Jingfan is extraordinary.

His eyes were chasing Jingfan.

At the same time, he disappeared in a flash and appeared in an alley, and his mind and eyes covered the Dayan Temple.

While operating the golden eyes, he also operated the mind and eyes, splitting his mind and doing two things, easily and easily.

He saw Jingfan come to the top of a mountain and look down at the vast sea of ​​clouds.

His handsome face was shrouded in a haze, and he was depressed.

On the other side, the people of Dayan Temple stood in silence, quietly looking at the abbot Zhiming.

Zhiming looked at the monks calmly, clasped his hands and said slowly: "My fellow monks, nephews, and uncles, the opportunity for the survival of our Dayan Temple has come."

"Abbot," an old monk in the Sutra Library said calmly: "It seems that God will not give us a long life. Our Dayan Temple is about to prosper, but it is about to be thwarted."

"Amitabha." Zhiming sighed: "I am incompetent. I didn't expect the Qianlong Guard to find this place."

"Abbot, what should we do?" Another old monk in the Sutra Library said: "No matter what Jingfan did, since he was caught by the Qianlong Guard, there is no chance of luck. We can't escape this disaster. It's better to run away before they take action."

"Run——" Zhiming shook his head.

"Abbot, whoever escapes must leave a spark for our Dayan Temple. No matter who escapes, they must hide their names and practice in silence until their magical powers are perfected. When the time comes, rebuild Dayan Temple."

"Since the Qianlong Guards have been dispatched, it is definitely not a trivial matter. I'm afraid Dayan Temple will not be rebuilt." Zhiming shook his head: "Dayan Temple will become a taboo for the court."

"Otherwise, let nephew Jingfan surrender himself and take the responsibility for this matter alone. We still have hope of getting away with it."

"Abbot, what crime did nephew Jingfan commit? What princess?" A monk asked puzzled.

Abbot Zhiming shook his head and sighed: "I don't know either."

"So it was Jingfan who messed up and implicated us?"

"Jingfan's talent is beyond doubt. It can be said that he was gifted by the Buddha. We originally thought that our Dayan Temple would flourish under his leadership, but now..."

"Young people are bound to make mistakes."

"But his mistake will ruin our Dayan Temple."

"That's enough." Zhiming waved his hand and sighed: "It's useless to say these now. Jingfan has left and I'm afraid he won't come back. We are going to be killed and Dayan Temple will probably be extinct."

"Amitabha!" The monks clasped their hands in awe.

Dayan Temple practices the Great and Vast Sutra, which emphasizes practicing for many lifetimes, one lifetime after another, and eventually becoming a Buddha.

This life is just to accumulate merit for the future.

So they are not afraid of death. The so-called life and death is just a reincarnation, just a journey to accumulate merit.

The extinction of Dayan Temple is a major test. The more such a time, the more you need to be as firm as a rock and calm.

This is the secret of overcoming difficulties.

"Abbot, if it really doesn't work, let's just go to extinction."

"Let's try first."

"Alas..."

Fakong raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that their thoughts and responses would be like this. It was unexpected.

If it was Vajra Temple that encountered this situation, they would definitely think about how to fight, and they would be filled with righteous indignation. They would never compromise until the last moment, even the court would be the same.

Dayan Temple was so calm, calm and firm. In terms of state of mind and Buddhist cultivation, these monks of Dayan Temple are better than the disciples of Vajra Temple.

Fakong suddenly smiled.

Monk Jingfan floated into a cave.

Inside the cave stood a Buddha statue, about one person tall.

The Buddha statue had a calm expression, and his hands formed a strange hand seal, standing quietly.

There was a huge disc behind his head.

The round plate is the same height as the Buddha statue, and is divided into six grids. Each grid has a monk, and each monk has a different expression.

Fakong knew that this should be the confidence of Monk Jingfan, and also the source of his adventure.