Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"What other treasures do you want?" Chu Ling said, "I can't give it to you, but it's okay to let you take a look and broaden your horizons."

Fakong smiled and shook his head, "No need."

It's okay once or twice, but if it happens more, the emperor will be anxious.

He didn't think Chu Ling's actions could be hidden from the emperor, so he had to be more sensible. He was not the emperor's opponent now.

Even if he could really beat the emperor one day, he probably couldn't force it, after all, the Vajra Temple was still in Daqian.

Chu Ling snorted and glanced at him, "You are just hypocritical."

Fakong said, "If I wasn't hypocritical, the emperor would come to me."

"So you are timid."

"If I wasn't timid, I would have died."

"You are a divine monk."

"Divine monk is just an empty title," Fakong said with a smile, "If you are really called a divine monk, you will think you are divine, and that is really hurt."

Chu Ling was stunned.

Fakong's words suddenly touched her greatly.

Yes, others have been dubbed the Divine Monk, but he has never changed because of this title, and he is still the same.

If it were someone else, would he still be like this?

Would he be more reserved, more arrogant, or more pompous or self-esteem?

But he remained the same, unaffected.

This mentality is really worthy of the name of the Divine Monk.

"Okay, then I won't get the treasures." Chu Ling said.

She was so enthusiastic this time, in fact, she felt guilty.

She felt that Fakong had made such a great contribution, but the emperor didn't give him a special reward, which was too petty, so she wanted to make up for it on his behalf.

Fakong accepted it calmly, and she was very happy.

But she only accepted two treasures, and one of them was fake, and by the way, she helped to solve an old secret.

Although this secret made the emperor smash a teacup and scolded all night, he was now at ease.

"Your Highness, it's enough now." Fakong smiled: "That one holy monk's relic is enough, no more."

"Okay." Chu Ling grabbed the ebony sword and turned to leave.

Fakong coughed lightly and said: "Your Highness."

Chu Ling stopped and turned to look at him.

Fakong looked at the silk handkerchief in her hand.

Chu Ling looked down and looked at him puzzled.

Fakong said: "It's better to destroy this."

He flicked it gently.

Chu Ling felt her palm tremble slightly, and then the silk handkerchief in her hand turned into powder and slipped out from between her fingers.

She stared at Fakong and snorted: "What are you doing?"

Fakong smiled: "It's better to be careful."

"As if I can hurt you." Chu Ling's jade face flushed with anger.

She immediately understood Fakong's intention.

He deliberately broke the handkerchief to prevent her from doing something bad with Fakong's blood and essence to harm him.

Fakong, this monk, is too much. He even has to guard against himself. It's really chilling.

"Your Highness, I can trust you." Fakong looked at her gently and said calmly, "But if you go back to the palace..."

"Humph, who wants to harm you!"

"There are countless people who want to kill me in the world, not to mention that I have blocked the way of most doctors, monks, and various martial arts sects..." Fakong shook his head: "If you are not careful, I am afraid that your body will be cold long ago."

Chu Ling snorted and turned away.

Fakong shook his head and smiled.

——

Fakong was watching with the Jingping, immersed in the drunkenness, when Lin Feiyang suddenly appeared and whispered: "The six paths of the Demon Sect are fighting."

Fakong nodded slightly.

"Some people from Diaoyue Dao went to find Young Master Li, but Young Master Li killed two grandmasters and crippled six grandmasters, and the rest escaped."

"Only Diaoyue Dao?"

"Yes." Lin Feiyang nodded and said: "Feeling that their alliance was split, Diaoyue Dao couldn't help but go to argue."

"Now Young Master Li..." Fakong shook his head.

Li Ying is so bloodthirsty now, half because of a change of mind, and half because of the Demon-Slaying Sword Technique.

"Young Master Li is very powerful now." Lin Feiyang praised: "Really powerful, I admire you."

He felt that this was the most satisfying, and that was what he should do.

Killing them until blood flowed like a river, killing them so that they dared not show up, then everyone would be honest.

They dared to be so presumptuous, not because they saw that Li Ying was a woman, and they also took the overall situation into consideration, in fact, they were bullying the weak and fearing the strong.

But it is different now.

He could see that the six paths of the Demon Sect were a little scared now. Didn't you see that only Diaoyue Dao dared to come to the door to argue?

The remaining two paths didn't dare to fart at all, this is prestige, why should they be wronged!

These guys in the Demon Sect are simply afraid of power but not virtue, just one word: kill.

Fakong looked at him and shook his head.

Killing blindly can't solve the problem, it will only create problems, cover up problems, and eventually they will explode.

Now it seems that the effect is very good and neat.

Don't you know that the disaster has been planted, and there will always be a time for it to explode in the future? It's not that there is no retribution, but the time has not come yet.

Seeing him like this, Lin Feiyang hurriedly said: "Abbot, can I help Young Master Li secretly?"

"Don't get involved in their affairs." Fakong said seriously.

"Yes." Lin Feiyang could only agree.

Fu Qinghe came over at this time and bowed: "Abbot."

Fakong nodded and said in a gentle voice: "Fu Qinghe, what's the matter?"

"I want to go back to Tianhai Sword Sect."

"Go."

Seeing him so happy, Fu Qinghe hesitated.

Fakong smiled and said: "Go ahead, there must be some unfinished business, right?"

"...The anniversary of my master's death is here." Fu Qinghe said slowly: "I want to go back and pay homage."

Lin Feiyang said hurriedly: "Old Fu, can they allow you to pay homage? The guys from the Tianhai Sword Sect are not that open-minded, are they?"

"I will go secretly." Fu Qinghe said.

Lin Feiyang still felt it was inappropriate: "Old Fu, in my opinion, it's better to lay a memorial ceremony here than to go over there."

He felt that the guys from the Tianhai Sword Sect would definitely cause trouble and might destroy Fu Qinghe to take revenge on the abbot.

Now Fu Qinghe is like one of the abbot's arms, and he is the other arm. To abolish Fu Qinghe's martial arts is like chopping off one of the abbot's arms.

This will indeed bring revenge on the abbot.

Moreover, Fu Qinghe was originally a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect. Such abolition of martial arts could be said to be the internal affairs of the Tianhai Sword Sect and not the turn of outsiders.

Fu Qinghe shook his head slowly with a firm expression.

"Okay, let's go." Fakong waved his hand to stop Lin Feiyang.

"Thank you, Abbot." Fu Qinghe saluted, turned around and exited the small courtyard.

Lin Feiyang looked at his back and said worriedly: "Abbott, if I go back like this, I will throw myself into a trap. Now that he is in our temple, no matter how angry the Tianhai Sword Sect is, they will not dare to stretch their claws. But when the Tianhai Sword Sect arrives, The territory..."

Fa Kong nodded.

Lin Feiyang continued: "They may even use Fu Qinghe as bait to lure Abbot you there."

The abbot is strong, but no matter how strong he is, it is still very dangerous for all the great masters of the Tianhai Sword Sect to attack him when he reaches the territory of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

Fakong smiled: "Let's see the courage of the Tianhai Sword Sect."

"Abbott, you also want to go on a killing spree?" Lin Feiyang perked up and heard the faint chill in Fa Kong's words.

"It depends on their choice." Fakong said: "If you really dare to attack Fu Qinghe, then don't blame me for being cruel."

Lin Feiyang suddenly became energetic.

It was obvious that he could deal with the Tianhai Sword Sect severely, but he only taught him a lesson once. He raised the board high, but dropped it gently, killing only a few flies.

This is really not enough.

——

A bright moon shines overhead.

Li Ying was standing in the small courtyard, bathed in the moonlight, gently reciting the Great Compassion Mantra.

Wearing a moon-white coat, her face was as crystal clear as jade, her eyes were slightly closed, and her long eyelashes were gently fluttering.

Like a white jade beauty, like a fairy in a cold palace.

Fa Kong appeared opposite her silently.

She opened her beautiful eyes and looked at Fakong calmly and indifferently, as if looking at a stranger.

Fakong looked at her with a smile.

This is the Great Compassion Mantra that has entered Samadhi, and the understanding is truly astonishing.

This is what Buddhism calls the root of wisdom.

If Li Ying entered Buddhism, she must also be an eminent monk.

"You're here." Li Ying exhaled, her voice clear and soft, and said calmly: "Did it happen during the day?"

Fakong nodded: "Let's see if you are out of control."

"No." Li Ying shook her head: "Killing them was the result of my careful consideration, not an impulse."

"That's good." Fakong nodded and said, "It's better not to lose your mind. It seems that Diaoyuedao is not ready to conquer?"

Li Ying remained silent.

Fakong is quite familiar with Diao Yue Dao.

Because the archenemy of King Kong Temple is Diaoyue Dao, and many masters of Diaoyue Dao are also imprisoned.

They are incredibly resilient and never give in easily.

Li Ying obviously lost her patience and wanted to directly use her power to overwhelm others.

But in this way, it would be difficult for Diao Yuedao to truly return home, and it would be impossible to conquer Diao Yuedao by killing.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to conquer them."

"Kill these stubborn ones first, and then we'll talk about the rest." Li Ying shook her head and said, "If I don't kill them, I won't be able to conquer them. I won't be able to live with these stubborn and arrogant guys for the rest of my life."

Those elders were extremely stubborn and had a high self-esteem. Even though they killed many great masters, they still felt that she was a girl and should not be a demon.

He said that she could just be an ordinary disciple of Cantian Dao, and she should not even take over as the master of Cantian Dao.

Relying on the old and betraying the old, blindly blaming, sarcastic and ridiculed.

They just want to die, so I will help them and send them on their way.

"Stubborn..." Fakong nodded: "Then you have to prepare for the entire Diaoyue Road to be your enemy, and..."

"The same goes for the remaining ones." Li Ying hummed, "My methods were too strong, which aroused their disgust."

"That's right." Fakong said, "It's not a easy road for you to walk on. You need a firm heart."

If you kill too many people, you will feel guilty and your inner demons will come looking for you.

At this time, she needs to have a firm enough and pure state of mind, otherwise, she will eventually be killed by the inner demon.

"I'm already prepared." Li Ying said lightly.

Fakong said: "Even if you have to kill many people, even many innocent people, do you still want to become the Demon Lord? This road will be paved with blood and bones."

Li Ying nodded slowly.

Her eyes sparkled.

"Why bother?" Fakong sighed.

He is tired for Li Ying now.

This is asking for trouble.

Li Ying said softly: "If the six realms are not unified, then the Demon Sect will die sooner or later."