Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Although Faning was worried, he knew that Fakong acted prudently. After reminding him, Fakong decided not to leave, so he didn't say much.

Every table was talking and laughing loudly, which led to a noisy and chaotic situation. People at the same table had to speak loudly to be heard.

Fakong's table seemed very quiet instead.

Xu Qingluo's big eyes were shining brightly, and she whispered: "Master, which group of people are going to fight?"

It was so noisy that you could talk without worrying about it, but it was hard to hear.

Fakong drank leisurely, observing the surroundings in his mind, and even saw the Dayan Temple in the distance.

From Wangjiang Tower, you can see the Dayan Temple.

The Dayan Temple was brightly lit and quiet.

Outside the Dayan Temple, dozens of pilgrims were discussing.

They gathered in several groups, one in the east and one in the west, pointing and talking, and their discussions were full of dissatisfaction and anger.

Outside the Dayan Temple, four middle-aged men with ordinary looks stood quietly, ignoring the discussions of these pilgrims.

They were only responsible for preventing the disciples of Dayan Temple from coming out, and they ignored the rest. Not to mention the scolding from the pilgrims, they would not care even if the disciples of Dayan Temple scolded them.

Fakong shook his head secretly.

You can't judge a person by his appearance.

Originally, I thought Feng Chaoling was a domineering person, after all, he insisted on making himself the murderer.

But now, it seems that he is a kind-hearted person.

I really don't know what the emperor saw in him. Could it be that he saw in his kindness and softness, and that he could be trusted with his heart?

Fakong looked at Zhiming, the abbot of Dayan Temple.

He was sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, motionless, with a solemn and majestic appearance like a great monk.

Fakong felt that this monk Zhiming was a little interesting. Did he know nothing about what his apprentice did?

I'm afraid not.

Fortune and wealth are sought in danger. In order to make Dayan Temple famous, the master and apprentice really fought hard.

Lin Feiyang saw that Fakong didn't speak, lowered his voice, leaned over and whispered: "Several groups."

"How many groups?" Xu Qingluo asked hurriedly.

Lin Feiyang whispered, "There are four groups in total, Kunshan Holy Sect, Cantian Dao, Qianlong Guard, and the monk Jingfan who was being chased, the one who injured several princesses."

"That one?" Xu Qingluo was even more interested and whispered, "He didn't escape from Shenjing?"

"He stayed here."

"How bold." Xu Qingluo said excitedly, "Does he have any secret technique to completely cover up his breath?"

"Humph, if he hadn't wiped out all his breath, Qianlong Guard would have been caught long ago, and the secret technique would be useless!"

"He is indeed a powerful person. First he wiped out his breath, and then he stayed in Shenjing. If it were me, I wouldn't dare to stay in Shenjing." Xu Qingluo praised.

She felt that she would never do such a risky thing, so it was better to be safe and escape from Shenjing directly.

Lin Feiyang curled his lips and didn't take it seriously.

This is not powerful, but reckless. He didn't know how powerful Qianlong Guard was. He really thought Qianlong Guard had no way to deal with him?

At this moment, the two Qianlong Guards who were drinking and talking in low voices raised their arms and waved to the two middle-aged men who had just stepped onto the stairs.

The two middle-aged men nodded.

They walked towards the table, and halfway through, they suddenly stopped, and their faces changed slightly.

"Brother Huang, what's wrong?"

"Something's going on!"

"Hmm?"

"That guy is nearby!"

"Hmm?!!"

"Don't make a sound, keep going!"

The two came to the table and sat down, and told the discovery in secret. The faces of the two people who arrived earlier changed slightly.

They never thought that after searching for a long time, they could find it without any effort. The guy was actually in Shenjing!

"Don't move yet, send a message."

"That's right."

"Surround the entire Wangjiang Tower, don't let anyone go, this time he can't escape!"

"Do those two monks look like him?"

"No."

"Could he be proficient in disguise?"

"He shouldn't be disguised as a monk, he should be disguised as someone completely different from a monk, surround them and catch them later, and investigate them one by one!"

"That's it, this time he won't be allowed to escape again."

They communicated with each other and sent a signal at the same time.

A middle-aged man took out a shell from his arms, the size of a palm, milky white, with a slight jade luster, making people want to reach out and play with it.

He took the wine glass and drank it all, while playing with it in his hand, tapping it lightly a few times, and smiling.

The signal has been sent, just waiting for the Qianlong Guards to come and surround this place.

He couldn't help but get excited when he thought about catching Jingfan.

Fakong heard their words through telepathy and nodded secretly. This is indeed a safe method.

This is like fishing. Instead of reaching out to catch, you cast the net directly.

In fact, if you are adventurous, you can still give it a try.

The Tianji Soul Searching Instrument will react when it is close to Jingfan, and the closer it is, the greater the reaction. Then you can quickly find Jingfan by moving your body, moving unintentionally, or pretending to be drunk and staggering.

Four great masters, can't they catch a Jingfan?

Now it seems that they are scared of Jingfan, so they just catch him in one net instead of taking the risk to catch him.

"Bang!" Someone suddenly slammed the table and shouted: "The disciples of Kunshan Saint Church deserve to die."

As soon as this sentence sounded, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and then it became noisy again, as if nothing had happened.

Lin Feiyang lowered his voice: "Most ordinary people don't know the disciples of Kunshan Saint Church."

Fa Ning, with a look of compassion, whispered a Buddhist name: "Amitabha..."

Anyone who knows Kunshan Holy Sect often has friends or relatives killed by Kunshan Holy Sect.

The Jade Blood Rebirth Art is too domineering, and it will kill anyone who touches it.

Alas——!

The world is really a sea of ​​suffering, with endless sins.

Lin Feiyang smiled and said: "Fa Ning, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are in the hands of God. There is no need to be so kind to God."

Fa Ning shook his head and said nothing.

"Kunshan Holy Sect should all die!" A roar sounded again, but it was an old man at another table.

His face was flushed and he looked drunk.

Seeing the people around him looking over, the old man with a flushed face and gray hair sneered: "Such a vicious sect should not exist in this world!"

"Old man, why is Kunshan Holy Sect vicious?" someone asked.

"They always want to die together, and they don't care who is around. How many people have they killed by mistake? They want to die, so why do they drag irrelevant people to die with them? God is blind! God is blind!"

"Old man, has anyone been killed by them?"

"It's a pity that my five-year-old grandson, who is innocent, kind and well-behaved, died in the suicide of a lunatic from the Kunshan Holy Church. My dear grandson——!"

He suddenly burst into tears.

The people around him showed pity and shook their heads.

The old man sends the young man away, which is the most tragic thing in the world.

"This kind of thing is indeed inevitable. Please be patient, old man."

"I wish I could kill all the disciples of the Kunshan Holy Church. They all deserve to die and should not live!"

"Old man, I heard that the court is clearing out the Kunshan Holy Church."

"My grandson——! Ah——!"

When he thought of his grandson's smile, the crisp laughter seemed to ring in his ears, and he cheered "Grandpa" and "Grandpa". He was so heartbroken that he wished he could die together.

"Shh!" With a whistle, a red light shot towards the old man.

Fakong's left hand could not form the mountain seal, and he gently uttered a word "fixed!"

The red light paused in the air, then turned a corner and shot towards the red pillar next to him, but it was a peanut.

He first used the immobilization spell, and then used the control technique.

"Who?!"

Everyone stared at him angrily, searching for the person who had done the poison.

Fakong shook his head.

It was indeed so. If you don't take your own life seriously, you naturally don't take other people's lives seriously.

The disciples of Kunshan Saint Church seem to be the same as normal people, but in fact they are completely different in their bones and are crazy.

Such people are indeed not suitable to live anymore.

"Kunshan Saint Church!" Four young men of Cantian Dao stood up and stared at the three handsome and vigorous disciples of Kunshan Saint Church.

The three disciples of Kunshan Saint Church were calm and proud, and faced the stares of the four Cantian Dao disciples with disdain.

"All disperse!" A Cantian Dao disciple shouted: "These three guys are disciples of Kunshan Holy Church. Be careful that they will use suicide tricks to burn themselves to death. All disperse!"

"Haha..." A heroic young man laughed loudly: "Wei Wenbing of Kunshan Holy Church, meet you all!"

"Kun! Mountain! Holy! Church!" The old man with gray hair and red face stood up on the table and staggered towards him.

"Bang!" A Cantian Dao disciple flicked his sleeves and shook the old man ten meters away and hit the wall.

"What are you doing? Go away!" The Cantian Dao disciple said unhappily: "This is not the way to seek death!"

"I...I..." The old man staggered to get up, but his whole body was sore. The previous blow almost shook him apart.

Faning frowned.

Lin Feiyang shook his head and said, "He has good intentions, but his methods are too rough, which makes him easy to be scolded."

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Uncle Lin, he should be just like this. He really thinks that the old man is in the way and doesn't know how to live or die."

She narrowly escaped death, so she hated these people who didn't cherish their lives and lost their minds and fought desperately.

She was also very angry about the old man's behavior. If it were her, even if she didn't throw him hard, she would directly move him away and not get in the way.

"You are so stupid." A disciple of Kunshan Saint Church shook his head and shook his head at the four disciples of Cantian Dao: "You shouldn't shout it out. You should wait until we finish our meal and go out before shouting it out. How many innocent people will be hurt this way?"

"If you are afraid of hurting innocent people, then don't use that despicable trick!"

"Then how about you not using martial arts?"

"..."

"Do it."

"Kill--!"

Before everyone could react, the two gangs had already rushed together and got into a fight.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

"Chi, chi, chi..."

"Ding, ding, ding, ding..."

There were fists and feet fighting.

There were swords fighting fists and feet.

There were swords fighting.

In a moment, the tables and chairs around were broken into pieces and scattered in all directions, with swords and fists and footprints everywhere.

"Go! Go!" The old man sitting on the ground screamed: "The Kunshan Holy Church used a blood killing technique, and everyone around will suffer. Run away!"

"Can't go!" The four middle-aged men shouted in a deep voice: "No one can go!"

"Control it."

"Well, it can only be done."

The four middle-aged men suddenly flashed, like ghosts, piercing through the seven people who were fighting, and then there was a muffled sound of "bang, bang, bang".

All seven people were knocked out and motionless in the air, but the acupuncture points were directly sealed.

The people around were already frightened and were about to flee in anger, but they were stunned and looked at the four Qianlong Guards.

"You are worthy of being a grandmaster." Lin Feiyang's eyes were shining.

Their speed was much slower than mine, but their moves were exquisite, and they could seal the opponent's acupuncture points with a direct hit, but their techniques were beyond my reach.