Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong smiled but said nothing.

Chu Yu looked at his appearance and shook his head helplessly.

At such a young age, he had been living in the wild mountains and wilderness of the Great Snow Mountain, where there were few people. How could he not be moved when he suddenly encountered such a prosperous scene?

It seems that he is indeed profound in Buddhism and does not show it on his face.

"What a great hiding skill." Lu Xuanming said lightly.

He found that Fakong's cultivation became weaker and weaker as he approached Shenjing. Now, there is no trace of cultivation and breath at all.

He seems to be a person who does not know martial arts.

This is a bit too fake. How could a disciple of the Vajra Temple not know martial arts at all?

But he could not sense the breath no matter how he sensed it.

He was very unwilling. He, a master of the Divine Yuan Realm, could not even sense a master of the Tianyuan Realm?

"Mr. Lu, you are too kind."

Fakong said.

All his cultivation was put into the Medicine Buddha statue, and only the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill remained in his body.

However, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art is not in the same system as the current martial arts, and cannot be sensed.

When you arrive in Shenjing, if you want to avoid being involved in karma, then keep a low profile and don't think about showing off in front of others, otherwise you will have endless troubles.

Shenjing is a place of fame and fortune. If you become a little famous, you will have endless troubles.

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The group walked slowly along the bustling streets.

Zhao Huaishan and his group were very nervous.

If it were the past, they would relax when they arrived in Shenjing. Who dared to assassinate the son of the Nine Gates Admiral in Shenjing?

But the last assassination by Tiancan Dao broke their common sense and became suspicious.

The disciples of Tiancan Dao acted in an extreme way. They dared to assassinate outside Shenjing City. It is hard to say whether they dared to assassinate inside the city.

Fakong's eyes wandered and carefully observed the surroundings.

He wanted to figure out the prosperity of Shenjing and the productivity level of this world.

Through the fineness of these commodities, the materials used, and the price level, he slowly speculated that it should be about the same level of development as the Ming Dynasty in the previous life. The handicraft industry developed rapidly, but industrialization had not yet begun.

After all, this world doesn't have electricity yet, so it's really hard to industrialize.

But the handicraft industry is extremely developed. Look at the handicrafts in the shops next to it. They are exquisite and gorgeous, enough to make people admire.

After passing through the bustling avenue for about two miles, turn right and you will come to a quiet and clean street.

It is as wide as the main road, and the bluestone floor has been replaced with white marble, which is spotless.

Several sweepers are cleaning diligently, and even a leaf falls down and is immediately swept away.

On the south side of the street is a flower garden, and on the north side are magnificent mansions, which are more than 20 meters apart, separated by big trees or ancient wells.

Under the setting sun, it is both majestic and full of human fireworks.

Each mansion has different specifications.

Some mansions have guards in front of them, while others have no guards. Some have stone lions, and some have other strange beasts, which Fakong has never seen.

Some hang four lanterns, some hang six, and some hang eight.

The patterns on the lanterns were also different. Some were painted with words, some were painted with pictures, and most of the painted patterns were birds.

Fakong felt the strict hierarchy.

Finally, they arrived in front of Prince Xin's Mansion. There were eight guards standing with swords, their faces solemn and cold.

Fakong shook his head secretly.

These eight guards were full of murderous spirit.

They must have experienced the battlefield and killed at least 20 or 30 people to form such a solid murderous spirit.

"Hello, Third Young Master." The eight guards saluted solemnly.

Chu Yu nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

The eight guards returned the salute solemnly without saying a word.

Chu Yu took them into the mansion from the side door.

Fakong sighed.

The street outside was clean and tidy, but it was still far worse than the Prince Xin's Mansion.

As soon as I stepped into the mansion, I felt neat and tidy. Whether it was flowers and plants or buildings, everything was neat and tidy, well-made and well-behaved.

"Father governs the palace with military law." Chu Yu relaxed as he stepped into the palace, and said lazily: "The rules are very strict, but you don't have to follow them, you are a guest."

Fakong nodded.

He had imagined what the Xinwang Mansion looked like.

But he never thought that the Xinwang Mansion would be like this.

Even if he stayed in an international super luxury hotel in his previous life, he didn't feel so clean and tidy.

From time to time, he met servants walking lightly, bowed slightly, and then went on to do his own things.

The group finally passed through two courtyards and stopped outside the gate of a courtyard.

"Zhao Huaishan, you guys go and do your things."

"Yes, young master."

"Monk, this is my residence." Chu Yu pointed to the courtyard behind him.

Fakong nodded quietly.

The three words "Youlanju" are ancient and heavy.

Chu Yu knocked on the door.

An old man opened the courtyard door, then widened his eyes in surprise, and hurriedly shouted: "Young master is back!"

The courtyard door was wide open.

Chu Yu waved his hand: "Old Dong, how is my mother?"

The old man was skinny, as if only bones were left, but his eyes were bright and full of sorrow: "The princess's condition is getting worse, and the young master is back at the right time. The prince sent someone to ask when the young master will come back yesterday. He has sent someone to find the young master, but has he seen him?"

"No." Chu Yu shook his head with an unpleasant expression.

He probably missed it because he changed his route.

The father who always disliked him and regarded him as an enemy actually sent someone to find him. It was obviously the mother's intention. I'm afraid that the mother...

Thinking of this, he was anxious and turned around and left.

The two maids who came to greet him immediately caught up with him. They were two beautiful little maids.

One was smart and the other was innocent.

"Sir, change your clothes before going, wash off the dust."

"No need." Chu Yu frowned and waved his hand impatiently: "Don't follow me."

"Yes." The two girls could only stop.

They looked at Fakong with bright eyes.

Fakong nodded as a greeting.

Chu Yu hurried forward.

Fakong followed.

After passing through the six courtyards, Fakong followed Chu Yu to a garden. The lush trees were full of vitality, making people wonder if they were in the wild.

After walking more than 200 meters along the forest path, the eyes suddenly opened up, and there was a lake in front of them.

It was more than three times larger than the lake in his medicine valley, and it felt vast.

There were corridors, pavilions, and waterside pavilions on the clear lake.

There are four pavilions in total, one in the east, west, south and north. The windows of each pavilion are open, and the light gauze curtains are blown out of the window from time to time by the wind, drifting with the wind.

Chu Yu came to the outside of the pavilion on the east side, and walked lightly without making any sound, for fear of disturbing the people in the pavilion.

The door curtain of the pavilion was lifted, and a plump and graceful girl walked out lightly, with a charming face, almond eyes and peach cheeks. She walked out lightly and raised her white fingers in front of her plump lips.

Fakong sensed that there were ten people in the pavilion.

One of them had reached the Shenyuan realm, and his murderous aura was grim, like a beast lurking, ready to pounce and devour people at any time.

Two of them had reached the Tianyuan realm, and their appearance was also magnificent.

The rest can be ignored.

There was only one breath that was particularly weak and full of vitality, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time.

Fakong pondered for a moment and waved to Chu Yu.

Chu Yu's lips trembled slightly, and he was about to go inside. Seeing his gesture, he could only come closer.

Fakong pointed to the small pavilion.

The two came to the small pavilion not far away.

The small pavilion was also surrounded by light gauze curtains, obviously afraid that the wind would be too strong and hurt the people in the pavilion.

When he came to the small pavilion, Fakong took a look at the waterside pavilion, knowing that at this distance, he could not hide what he said from the people in the waterside pavilion.

His voice rang in Chu Yu's ears: "Brother Chu, there is no need to speak, just think in your heart, I can hear it."

In order to keep a low profile and avoid being contaminated by cause and effect, he also tried his best.

He directly used a little faith power to stimulate his telepathy.

He could directly sense what Chu Yu was thinking, and he could also project his own thoughts directly into Chu Yu's mind.

His telepathy was more powerful than he thought.

It was just a pity that a little faith power was wasted, which made him slightly regretful.

But in order to avoid trouble, he had to use it, and use it when it was necessary. Isn't the power of faith for saving life?

Avoiding trouble is saving life.

He comforted himself.

"What kind of magical power is this?" Chu Yu was surprised.

Chu Yu whispered: "Buddha's Dharma is boundless, just some tricks, don't disturb the princess."

In fact, he didn't want others to hear it.

Chu Yu nodded.

Fakong's voice sounded in his ears: "The princess is dying, in order to prevent anyone from obstructing, I will cast a spell here."

"My mother...?"

"Well, fortunately, we arrived." Fakong lowered his voice and said: "I'm going to start."

Chu Yu held Fakong's wrist tightly: "Monk..."

He stared at Fakong, not knowing what to say.

Fakong was all his hope.

He couldn't imagine how he would live without his mother. If his mother really died like this, his world would fall.

Fakong smiled and bowed.

Chu Yu let go of his hand and bowed solemnly.

Fakong faced the direction of the water pavilion, made seals with his hands, moved his lips, and cast the rejuvenation spell.

In the sky, a jade bottle poured out jade juice, pouring like a waterfall onto the woman lying on the couch in the waterside pavilion.

This woman was absolutely beautiful. Even though she looked sick and pale as paper, her beauty was not damaged, but even more charming.

It was Princess Xin, Xu Miaoru.

The current rejuvenation spell was no longer the same as the one that saved Ning Zhenzhen.

As soon as the jade juice was injected, Xu Miaoru's vitality became much stronger, just like adding oil to a remaining lamp.

After reciting the rejuvenation spell ten times, her vitality was strong.

Xu Miaoru's pale and beautiful face became rosy. She seemed to be in a coma before, but now she seemed to be sleeping soundly.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes turned bright, and the waterside pavilion seemed to be brightened.

"Mother!" A heroic young man hurriedly called softly, "Third brother is at home, come over right away!"

Another handsome young man hurriedly nodded, "Third brother is outside."

Two old men with white beards and eyebrows stroked their beards and frowned.

They shook their heads gently, sighed secretly but did not speak.

A heroic middle-aged man was holding Xu Miaoru's slender jade hand tightly. Her skin was white and translucent, and the blue blood vessels could be seen faintly.

He held it tightly, fearing that if he let go, she would leave him.

He had experienced the battlefield and had seen many life and death and was numb, but he was not afraid of his own death, but afraid of Xu Miaoru's death.

He would rather die first, and there was no way to let Xu Miaoru die before him. Without her, what else in this world would he be nostalgic for?

Seeing Xu Miaoru's ruddy face and clear eyes, it seemed as if she had returned to the time thirty years ago.

He was heartbroken, but he bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from making a sound, so that she would not hear the trembling of his voice.

Reflection.

This is the word that flashed in everyone's mind.