Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong stood up and titheed: "I have met the prince."

"Father." Chu Yu clasped his fists.

Chu Xiang strode into the small pavilion, glanced at him lightly, ignored him, and smiled at Fakong: "Master, there is a disturbance."

"Your Majesty, you don't have to be so polite." Fakong smiled.

"Last night was really dangerous. If the master hadn't been here, the consequences would have been unpredictable..." His smile faded and his face became heavy: "This Lin Feiyang is hard to guard against!"

"The prince didn't capture him?"

"His Qinggong is astonishing, and he can reach thirty or forty feet in an instant. His Qinggong alone cannot reach that level."

Fa Kong nodded.

"He is also a strange man, but he assassinated important members of the imperial court, and even Prince Nanxuan. He is really rampant and lawless." Chu Xiang said in a deep voice: "Such a madman, I don't know how much trouble he will cause."

He shook his head: "Relying on miraculous achievements, treating the world's heroes as if they were nothing, and ignoring the laws of the imperial court. Alas... it is really self-destruction."

Fakong nodded.

There are miraculous skills hidden in the shadows with no whereabouts, coupled with the extremely light skills, one can advance silently and retreat freely, which will indeed make people bolder and ultimately lawless.

Don't you know that nothing is so easy in the world? No matter how powerful a person is, if he loses his awe, he will surely suffer the backlash from heaven and earth.

The more powerful you are, the more you have to hide them and use them to save your life at critical moments.

But this one is good, but he acts unscrupulously, as if he is afraid that others will not know his abilities.

This is setting yourself up as a target.

The world is so big, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, yin and yang complement each other, there will always be someone who can restrain his martial arts, and sooner or later he will be finished.

Thinking of this, Fakong shook his head.

This is a very bad example and should be taken as a warning.

I have the magical power of indestructibility, but I can never make it known to everyone.

However, it is difficult to cover up the indestructible magic power of Vajra, because it is too rare, so the sword energy still needs to be practiced to have a few more killer skills.

"Master Fakong, I have collected some rare Buddhist treasures over the years. Master, would you like to take a look?"

Fa Kong suddenly became interested.

What can enter the eyes of this King of Faith is definitely not an ordinary Buddhist weapon.

"Please—!" Chu Xiang smiled.

Then his face darkened slightly, and he glanced at Chu Yu lightly: "You should also go along."

"Yes, father." Chu Yu was used to his indifference, so he didn't care and walked out with Fakong.

After three turns and two turns, he passed the neatly decorated courtyard of the Eighth Route Army and came to a temple.

Red walls and green tiles.

There are nine steps at the entrance of the temple.

Stepping into the temple gate, there is an exquisite incense burner in the middle of the courtyard, with smoke curling up into the sky.

To the north is the Main Hall, and the left and right side halls are the Dharma King Hall, the Guanyin Hall and the Sutra Collection Tower.

This temple is dozens of times smaller than the Diamond Temple and the Great Leiyin Temple.

The open space in the center of the main hall is only ten meters square, which is a bit narrow, and the hall towers are much smaller than the Vajra Temple and the Great Leiyin Temple.

But although the sparrow is small, it has all five internal organs.

The tranquility and remoteness of the temple did it.

Fakong knew at a glance that this was the work of a famous artist and could not be made by ordinary craftsmen.

Being in this temple, I suddenly felt at peace, as if I was far away from the turmoil of the world and the troubles of the world.

"This is the Buddhist temple built by Madam." Chu Xiang smiled and said, "It is also the place where she comes most often."

We just invited away the eminent monks who prayed for Buddhist scriptures last night, so now it is empty.

Fakong moved towards the main hall.

"Master, follow me." Chu Xiang led him into the Sutra Collection Building.

The first floor is filled with a dazzling array of Buddhist utensils.

There are sounding instruments, such as wooden fish and qingqing, bells and drums.

There are also paraphernalia, a golden bowl, a Zen staff, a sword, and a whisk.

There are also some jewelry and necklaces.

There are also a few strings of Buddhist beads.

Fakong nodded and glanced across them without stopping.

When Chu Xiang saw him, he took him to the second floor.

The second floor is full of Buddhist scriptures.

However, these Buddhist scriptures are not like those of the Great Leiyin Temple and the King Kong Temple. Instead, they are placed in boxes and hidden deep inside.

Fa Kong stepped forward and opened it.

"Amitabha Sutra", "Huayan Sutra", "Lengyan Sutra", "Prajnaparamita Sutra"...

Except for the first "Amitabha Sutra", which was written by Sika Baye, the rest are all made of silk, which looks yellowish in color and shows its age.

Fakong took them one by one and looked through them.

When I opened the last Buddhist scripture, I found that it turned out to be a wordless book. The dim silk volume was also full of vicissitudes of time, but there was not a single word.

Fakong raised his head and looked at Chu Xiang.

Chu Xiang said: "This is indeed a Buddhist scripture. It was placed together with other Buddhist scriptures in an ancient temple. Those Buddhist scriptures turned into dust when touched for too long. Only this Buddhist scripture is in good condition. Unfortunately, the words on it are also No more.”

He shook his head: "Maybe the ink used to write cannot withstand the power of time. It's a pity."

Fakong nodded thoughtfully.

This is also a common thing, as is the case with some Buddhist scriptures. The paper used can withstand time, but the ink cannot.

After all, ink is more likely to evaporate.

"These Buddhist scriptures are handed down from ancient times and can be said to be rare." Chu Xiang said: "For those of us who are not familiar with Buddhism, they may be just antiques, but they are rare for Buddhist disciples. Master can pick some."

Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.

Chu Xiang said: "My wife needs you to save me. I can't repay you for your great kindness. If my wife doesn't like these things too much, it's okay to give them all to the master."

He was more grateful for saving Xu Miaoru than for saving his own life.

It's just that he's not good at saying words of gratitude.

Let alone using these Buddhist treasures as gifts, even if the entire palace was given to Fakong, he would not hesitate.

Fakong smiled and shook his head, reaching out to take out the wordless sutra: "Then I will take this Buddhist sutra."

"Master..."

"The reward for saving the princess' life has been paid, and the prince will not say more."

"...Okay." Chu Xiang nodded helplessly.

Of course, he also knew Chu Yu's original actions, because Xu Miaoru was seriously ill, he had no intention to care about it.

And this is also a hope. One more way may have unexpected gains.

I didn't expect it to be such a big gain.

——

The moon is on the treetops.

Fakong sent the three brothers Chu Yu away, walked out of the pavilion where the smell of alcohol was still lingering, came to the center of the courtyard, bathed in the sun, and took out the wordless Buddhist sutra.

The moonlight was like water, and this Buddhist sutra faintly flashed.

But he looked at it for a long time, and there was nothing else unusual.

It seemed that the light just now was just an illusion.

Fakong did have a slight feeling of strangeness about this wordless Buddhist scripture, a very faint feeling. If he had not been sensitive, he would not have noticed this strangeness.

Unfortunately, this wordless Buddhist scripture was ordinary. After he took it back, he tried many methods but got nothing.

Whether it was injecting true energy, condensing into spirit, or even dripping blood on it, there was no reaction.

Until the flash of light just now.

He had no doubt about his eyesight. It was definitely not a dazzle or an illusion. There was indeed a flash of white light.

Could it be that the material was different?

He looked carefully, touched it with his hand, and then turned it towards the moonlight, but unfortunately there was no more white light flashing.

He shook his head and didn't care much.

As long as there is mystery, it will be revealed sooner or later. Anyway, he has plenty of time, so he can take it slowly.

He held the wordless Buddhist scripture in his hand, tapped his palm lightly, and recalled what he had just said to the three brothers in the moonlight.

They came to invite him to a banquet at the restaurant in the city, and they wanted to thank him.

He declined politely.

The restaurant is a place of trouble, so it is better to stay away from it.

We will leave in one day, so don't let our efforts go to waste.

If you want to enjoy delicious food and wine, there is still a long way to go. Don't rush now. It won't be too late to enjoy it after you have cultivated yourself and can protect yourself.

So the four of them were in his small courtyard, and Chu Yan asked the chef of the mansion to prepare a table of exquisite dishes and serve fine wine.

During the meal, the three brothers were in high spirits. After all, Xu Miaoru was out of danger, which was a great joy.

Speaking of Fakong's amazing Buddhist mantra, it was really magical.

With Fakong, they were not afraid of getting sick. If they got sick again, they just needed to find Fakong.

Fakong also agreed that if they really got sick, they could go to the Vajra Temple to find him, and he would definitely help them.

This made them even happier.

But halfway through the meal, their interest gradually declined, and they turned to drinking alone.

They talked about the current situation of Prince Xin's mansion.

Prince Xin's situation has not been very good recently.

There are rumors that Prince Xin has secretly communicated with the survivors of the former dynasty Dayi.

This is a serious crime.

The emperor did not get angry or question Prince Xin, as if he had not heard the rumor at all. People judged that it would be difficult for Prince Xin to pass this test.

The emperor was very good at hearing and seeing, which was rare in the world. How could he not know about the rumor? But he did not question Prince Xin, which was to prevent Prince Xin from defending himself.

If the emperor got angry directly, questioned or scolded him, the matter would have been covered up. If he did not get angry, it would be intriguing.

Chu Jiong drank and cursed loudly.

Anyone with a little bit of brains knew that this was a rumor.

As a prince of Daqian, how could he have an affair with the survivors of Dayi? It was simply the biggest joke in the world.

But many people believed it and spread it with details.

It was simply outrageous!

What is wrong with this world? My father is dedicated to the public and acts according to his conscience, but he is excluded and constrained everywhere.

Chu Yan hurriedly stopped him and told him to be careful.

"Why should I be careful, big brother? Can't I speak freely in my own home?"

"Be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall!"

"Even in front of the emperor, I would say this. Anyone with a little bit of brains knows that this is a rumor deliberately spread by people with ulterior motives, just to drive father off the position of the Nine Gates Admiral, with ulterior motives!"

"Shut up!" Chu Yan frowned and shouted.

Chu Jiong was already slightly drunk, and after being drunk, he sobered up immediately, muttered a few words and shut up.

Chu Yan's face and voice softened: "Second brother, you have to believe in the wisdom of the emperor's grandfather, father will be fine!"

"... I hope so." Chu Jiong said angrily.

He looked at his father's expression, but he didn't look like he was fine.

Fakong shook his head.

As a prince, as long as he didn't rebel, he wouldn't be killed, but having private contact with the survivors of Dayi was tantamount to treason.

This rumor is too poisonous.

But it may not be a rumor.

Thinking of this, he looked up at the sky.

A bright moon was hanging high in the sky, just like the halo behind Medicine Buddha, bright and flawless, pure and beautiful.

When he thought of the halo, he could not help but return to his mind to observe.

Behind Medicine Buddha, the halo is like a mirror.

The power of faith should be around six points, and six magical powers can be used.

Tomorrow, it will be eight points.

Two points must be kept, as they are the killer for escaping.

The remaining six points can be wasted. I wonder if Xu Miaoru can still provide faith every day without seeing me. After all, she has more power of faith.

It's a pity that I will leave tomorrow and it will be a big shock that I can no longer harvest faith.