Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Chu Ling opened her mouth and closed it again.

She wanted to say that the Fakong she knew was not so compassionate and kind-hearted.

Seeing that the drought was so severe, he risked many risks and prayed for rain regardless of anything, sacrificing himself for the people and the world.

This was impossible.

But she thought about it and decided not to destroy Fakong's position in the eyes of the Empress Dowager, lest the Empress Dowager stop her from going to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple once she was disappointed.

She was very curious about this matter.

What benefits would Fakong get from performing the Cloud-Moving Rain Spell?

For Fakong, if there was no absolute benefit, he would never take the risk of deepening the fear of the ministers in the court to do this.

The benefits must be great.

Is it good for his cultivation?

I guess so.

She was very smart and knew Fakong well, so she guessed the matter roughly. Because she didn't know the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, she couldn't guess the merit.

But she vaguely guessed that it might be related to merit.

She thought merit was saving people.

This is also the consensus of the world, thinking that merit means saving people, building bridges and roads, and being kind and generous.

Fakong sat at the stone table, his eyes flashing with golden light. Seeing the situation here, he shook his head and smiled.

This move is just to vaccinate the emperor and the queen mother in advance to dispel the seeds of doubt planted by Prince Duan.

It is not easy to really dispel the emperor's doubts.

The viciousness of this move is here.

It is more like an open conspiracy.

You know it is a trap, but you can't avoid it.

If Chu Ling can really avoid suspicion and stop coming to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, then this move can indeed be cracked.

But Chu Ling's temper will not be affected by it at all, and he will definitely continue to come.

Then you can only find a way to avoid suspicion yourself.

You should try to run outside as much as possible and stay less in the inner courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

This is only a temporary solution, not a permanent solution, and it is difficult to eradicate the credibility of this rumor.

When Chu Ling appeared, the entire outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple became lively. When she didn't appear, it seemed much quieter. Xu Qingluo, Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu all liked her very much.

Fakong didn't want to take Chu Ling away just because of a rumor.

He had to think of another way.

He had to deal with Prince Duan before Prince Duan made this move.

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a strong desire to fight. This was the first time he had such an intense desire to fight since he came to this world.

He didn't have such a strong fighting spirit when he killed Gu Xinxian before.

While he was daydreaming, Lin Feiyang appeared in a flash, and said with a triumphant smile: "Abbot, I succeeded."

Fakong smiled.

Lin Feiyang took out a thick booklet from his arms and handed it to Fakong: "This is it."

Fakong took it, opened it, glanced at it, and shook his head.

Lin Feiyang hurriedly said, "Isn't it right?"

"You should practice your handwriting."

"Hey, practicing calligraphy is too troublesome, forget it, I might as well study a dish with this time."

"...Your handwriting is incomprehensible to ordinary people, you need to rewrite it, Qingluo."

His voice reached the Pagoda Garden and rang in Xu Qingluo's ears.

Xu Qingluo stopped moving and floated over lightly: "Master, what do you want?"

"Copy this list carefully." Fakong handed the thick book to Xu Qingluo.

"Okay." Xu Qingluo took it, flipped through it casually, and looked at Lin Feiyang in surprise: "Uncle Lin, you wrote it? Who are these names?"

Lin Feiyang immediately straightened his chest and laughed, "Little Qingluo, this time is very thrilling."

"Tell me quickly." Xu Qingluo was refreshed and asked curiously.

Lin Feiyang was in high spirits, his eyes sparkling: "This is the roster of the Southern Supervisory Office. The worshippers and powerful masters are all on it. It is placed in the study of Prince Duan. The study of the prince's mansion is extremely well guarded."

Xu Qingluo hurriedly asked: "How well guarded?"

"Twelve hours a day, there are people guarding it closely at all times, and no one will be allowed to sneak in."

"It was you, Uncle Lin, who sneaked in."

"Hey, who am I? How can I compare with them." Lin Feiyang was so proud that he wanted to stick his head back, and laughed: "I just walked past them in such a swagger, walked into the study, took the roster, and then left in a swagger."

"After taking it back, I copied it once and put it back?" Xu Qingluo laughed: "Swaggering?"

"...More or less." Lin Feiyang said: "I copied it in his other room and put it back without anyone noticing. I guarantee that he didn't find anything unusual."

Fakong's eyes were slightly yellow at this time. He looked in the direction of Prince Duan's mansion and found that Prince Duan had just gotten up and was exercising.

After practicing a set of boxing, he washed up and came to the study.

As soon as he stepped into the study, he frowned.

He looked left and right, stepped out of the study, then turned his head and came back in, frowning and scanning the surroundings.

He slowly sat down at the table, then quickly took a look at the books and folded papers on the table, and finally took out the key to open a drawer, took out the roster and looked at it.

Seeing that the roster was still there, and a hair pressed in the roster was still there, he was completely relieved.

Even if someone came into the study, it wouldn't be a big loss as long as the list wasn't lost.

He put the list back into the drawer and locked it again, then looked around with a gloomy face, always feeling that something was wrong.

Although Lin Feiyang had restored everything to its original state and did not move anything, he only opened the lock with a strange trick and took out the list, and did not touch other places at all, but he still felt something was wrong.

Fakong retracted his gaze and said softly: "This Prince Duan is really amazing. He should have noticed something, but he couldn't find any flaws."

Lin Feiyang patted his chest and smiled proudly: "Flaws, how can I find flaws? His little tricks are not worth mentioning at all, I am tired of playing with them."

Fakong laughed.

Lin Feiyang said, "Abbot, don't you believe it? His methods are too common. He put a hair in the list, put hair in the drawer, and put a leaf under the list, etc. They are all very old-fashioned."

Fakong smiled and said, "The more old-fashioned the method is, the more effective it is."

"These are useless." Lin Feiyang said proudly, "I still stole his list without anyone noticing."

Xu Qingluo only then knew the origin of this list, and said with emotion, "Uncle Lin, it's really amazing. It's the Prince Duan's Mansion, the chief of the Southern Supervisory Department!"

Lin Feiyang smiled proudly, but pretended to be modest.

Fakong said, "Go and copy this list."

"Yes, Master." Xu Qingluo agreed, and before leaving, her big eyes turned and she said with a smile, "Master, you want to use this list to trade, right?"

Fakong looked at her.

"Hehe, I guess it's a trade with Sister Li, right?"

"Go!"

"Yes."

Xu Qingluo knew she was right.

Fakong looked at Xu Qingluo's back and shook his head secretly.

This disciple is indeed too smart and too easy to go astray. He still needs to be watched closely and corrected at any time.

"Hey, have you heard?"

"What did you hear?"

In Guanyun Tower, Fakong did not come to eat breakfast today. The number of people in Guanyun Tower was no less than usual.

People gathered together and talked lively.

"Master Fakong's rain-praying ceremony will begin tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow? So soon!"

"How soon? The well at my house is dry. I can't get any water. If there's no rain, I'll be thirsty to death."

"Didn't you go outside the city to get water?"

"That little water is only good for drinking. I can't take a bath or water the flowers. The vegetables in the garden will also be ruined!"

"Oh..., this thief God!"

"This is God's punishment for us. What sins have we committed!"

"Don't worry. Master Fakong will hold a rain-praying ceremony tomorrow. It will definitely rain. Then we can breathe a sigh of relief."

"I thought Master Fakong would wait a few more days."

"Looking at this posture, it really doesn't look like it will start right away."

"My news is very true, it can't be wrong. This is what Master Fakong said himself. One of my cousins ​​went to burn incense today. When he greeted the master in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, he specifically asked about the time."

"Thank God, I wish it could start today!"

"It's impossible to start today."

"But it's strange, why didn't the master tell everyone in advance, as if he was afraid that everyone would know."

"It's different now." Someone shook his head and sighed: "In the past, everyone was half-believing and half-doubting, so there were too few people going."

"That's true."

In the past, when someone said that they could pray for rain, they didn't believe it at all. Even those who came to watch the rain-praying ceremony were just nitpicking, and there were almost no confidants.

After all, they have been deceived by those scammers, which makes everyone discouraged. Only by struggling unwillingly will they continue to watch those rain-praying ceremonies.

But now Master Fakong has gained the trust of too many people. I don't know how many people will come if he holds a ceremony again.

It can't accommodate so many people at all.

"Hush!" Someone was about to speak, but someone quickly covered his mouth with his hand, signaling him not to speak anymore.

They looked at him in confusion.

The person who covered his mouth lowered his voice: "Do you not want to sneak over to see it, or do you want everyone to know that there is no place or seat left?"

The people around him nodded vigorously.

They suddenly realized.

Now is different from the past.

In the past, there might not be many people watching the rain-praying ceremony, but now it is completely different. There will be thousands of people watching.

If it is publicized to the world, I wonder how many people will want to witness the rain being prayed for with their own eyes.

This kind of excitement must not be missed.

"Remember, tomorrow at noon." The person who spoke earlier lowered his voice and whispered: "It's at Nantianmen Mountain outside the city!"

"Understood."

The next morning, they had dinner in Guanyun Tower again. After dinner, they agreed to walk out of the city together. After passing through the South Gate, they saw a lot of pedestrians on the official road. Wherever they passed, there were stalls on both sides of the road.

Tea, desserts, fruits, snacks, and all kinds of fun things, all kinds of stalls, not inferior to the shops on both sides of Zhuque Avenue.

They dragged their families, or groups of friends, and walked south in twos and threes, as if they were going to a big market.

They immediately felt bad.

Originally, they thought that only a few of them knew about it, or that if it spread, there wouldn't be too many people.

But now, there are already dozens or hundreds of people. If so many people keep gathering in Nantianmen Mountain, there will probably be thousands or even tens of thousands.

PS: Update completed.