Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong frowned and pondered.

Was it intentional concealment or was it because of his low status that he didn't know the secret?

He looked up and said, "Those besiegers should know their final fate, right?"

"..."

"Hmm-?"

"Damn it! We didn't expect the Vajra Temple to be so difficult to deal with... We thought that the three sects would join forces to fight with more people and press down like an avalanche, and the Vajra Temple should be vulnerable!"

His eyes flashed with greed.

No matter how weak the Vajra Temple is, it is still one of the 108 temples of the Great Snow Mountain Sect. With hundreds of years of heritage and accumulation, it must be rich!

If you can break into the Vajra Temple and steal the martial arts secrets and elixirs, it will be like taking a tonic for both yourself and the sect.

If you get the elixir and secrets, you will definitely be able to enter the Shenyuan realm!

Unfortunately...

The light in his eyes slowly extinguished.

"Vulnerable..." Fakong smiled, and then slowly withdrew.

It sounds ridiculous.

But then he felt that it was not outrageous.

Just like the martial arts masters of Daqian thought that the martial arts masters of Dayong had no interest in Daqian, so they didn't come.

How ridiculous this was in the eyes of the Daxue Mountain Sect.

How could the martial arts masters of Dayong not want to enter Daqian? If there was no Daxue Mountain Sect guarding, they would have rushed over in anger.

The middle-aged man didn't need Fakong to ask, and said: "Our sect master is very wise and has anticipated this situation, so we are divided into three waves. We are the first wave of attack. There are two more waves, and we may not be able to defeat the Vajra Temple!"

"Why did you three break away?"

"The sect master secretly told us that if the Vajra Temple is really difficult to deal with, we should avoid the real and attack the virtual, enter Daqian to plunder, and cross the Daxue Mountain when the moon is at its highest point on August 29. At that time, the Vajra Temple will be seriously injured and can't stop our attack."

Lin Feiyang shouted: "This ghost sect master is really poisonous!"

He felt that if he were a master of Vajra Temple, he really couldn't defend himself. He was thinking about blocking Dayong, who would have thought that there would be an attack from behind?

There were actually three waves of attacks, which was quite powerful.

I'm afraid that just when the Vajra Temple thought it had blocked it, another wave of fierce attacks came, and then another wave.

It was too exhausting to be killed.

Faning hurriedly said: "Brother, report to the abbot quickly!"

"No hurry." Fakong stared at the middle-aged man: "What other tricks do you have? Tell them all together, so as not to suffer."

"No more!" The middle-aged man hurriedly said: "I'll tell you everything!"

Fakong smiled.

Lin Feiyang pointed at the middle-aged man: "Hey, this kid dares to hide it? Just kill him directly, and catch a few more to ask, it's easy!"

He raised his palm and was about to slap it.

"I'll tell you!" the middle-aged man shouted hurriedly.

Lin Feiyang glared at him proudly: "Bastard! You deserve to be punished!"

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, and his face wet with sweat was uncertain.

Lin Feiyang looked proud.

Faning was curious and nervous.

Fakong made seals with both hands

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, and a resolute look flashed in his eyes.

Fakong's Qingxin Mantra had already fallen.

A jade bottle in the sky poured jade liquid into the middle-aged man's mind, causing his face to change slightly.

Fakong said gently: "Your life is your own, and think it over carefully. You haven't killed the disciples of the Vajra Temple yet. Your crime is not punishable by death, and you may be spared."

...

"...I say!" The middle-aged man seemed to have aged a few years, and spit out two words dejectedly.

In these few short breaths, he felt like he had experienced life and death.

He was a ruthless person.

The palm of Fakong at that time was a bone-biting palm.

The middle-aged man felt that 10,000 ants had drilled into his body.

These 10,000 ants were everywhere, from skin to muscles to blood, even bones and marrow, internal organs, all of which were bitten by ants.

It was not painful, but itchy, an explosive itch that almost drove him crazy, and he wished he could kill himself with a sword.

In order to stop suffering from this pain, he pretended to surrender.

He knew very well that the two monks and the young man in front of him were different from the monks in the Vajra Temple. They were as cruel as himself. If they fell into his hands, he would die.

In this case, he would have to take someone with him if he died. He couldn't die in vain. It would be better to die together!

With despair, he talked to delay time while accumulating strength to perform the secret technique.

When the secret technique was ready and ready to be performed, the Heart Purification Mantra suddenly fell.

The killing intent and despair disappeared at once.

The levels of the Heart Purification Mantra gradually deepened.

Among the ten levels of distracting thoughts, anger, lust, greed, fear, sadness, despair, guilt, shame, and a dead heart, he has now reached the seventh level, which can eliminate despair.

Once despair was eliminated, he couldn't help but think that he hadn't enjoyed the beauty he had robbed enough, so much silver hadn't been spent, and there were so many beauties in the world that he hadn't robbed waiting for his favor. How could he die like this?

Even though he knew that Fakong's words were not entirely true, he still held a glimmer of hope.

Try to fight for it, what if you can really survive?

Fakong said in a gentle voice: "Let's start from the beginning. There are so many people outside, it's not difficult to catch a few of them."

He looked at Lin Feiyang.

Lin Feiyang was smart this time, smiled, disappeared in a flash, and hid in Faning's shadow again.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the middle-aged man, stretched out his hand and tapped the middle-aged man's forehead: "Pa!"

The sound was crisp.

He retreated to Fakong's side, stretched out his right palm flat, palm facing up, looked at the middle-aged man proudly, flipped his palm lightly, and snorted: "It's easy to take the lives of you guys!"

Fakong waved his hand.

Lin Feiyang put down his hand, closed his mouth, but stared at the middle-aged man with his eyes.

Fan Ning said: "Amitabha, God has the virtue of loving life, and senior brother always keeps his word."

He looked honest and simple, making people feel amiable and trustworthy.

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Feiyang, looked at Fan Ning, and finally gritted his teeth: "We are indeed the three factions joining forces. I don't know who gave the order, but our attack is not three waves, but four waves. The strongest is the last wave, which is composed of people who have a deep hatred with the Vajra Temple and want to perish with the Vajra Temple."

"How many people are there in total?"

"I don't know."

"What about the last wave?"

"I don't know either,...at least fifty."

"Damn, you don't know this or that, then what the hell are you talking about!" Lin Feiyang was immediately annoyed.

Fakong waved his hand.

Faning hurriedly said, "Brother, report to the abbot quickly."

"Brother, you underestimate the abbot too much," Fakong said with a smile, "We can ask these questions, but the abbot can't?"

Faning scratched his head.

"But it's good to check for omissions and fill in the gaps. Go report to the abbot."

"Yes." Faning turned around and hurried away.

He strode with big strides, his wide monk robe fluttering, like a tiger in the wind.

He was alert and thinking about it.

The brothers and uncles in the temple may not have the means of Brother Fakong, and the abbot may not have asked these questions.

These Dayong people are too vicious!

——

"Monk, are you really going to forgive them?"

"Alas... send them to the west."

"Okay!"

Lin Feiyang was overjoyed and slapped them on the chest one by one. Their vicious eyes made him feel even more happy, and he laughed.

Fakong closed his eyes slightly.

"Put them together."

"No problem."

Lin Feiyang laid the three bodies together in order of height, except that one of them had a broken head, which was hard to bear, so he shook his head.

Fakong kept his eyes closed, as if he couldn't bear to watch.

After the three bodies were laid out, he formed a seal with his left palm, and raised his right palm, emitting a bright light that enveloped the three people.

"Monk, you are so merciful, you really sent them to heaven!" Lin Feiyang was dissatisfied.

"How can they go to heaven if they don't believe in Buddhism?"

Fakong opened his eyes and looked thoughtfully at the middle-aged Meng Ye who had been silent.

Among the three, one was beaten to death first, another died after speaking, and the last one, Meng Ye, couldn't say a word from beginning to end.

He was the most aggrieved and angry.

Fakong looked at the three bodies. They died too happily. According to their sins, dying a hundred times would not be enough.

Even after reading the memories of the three people, he couldn't tell whether it was martial arts that distorted their minds or their minds were originally so distorted.

The three of them were like-minded, greedy for money and lustful, and especially liked to rob and torture beautiful women.

They attributed it to the fact that their mothers abandoned them when they were young, which led to their love and hate for women. They could not get excited without abusing them, and the more they heard women screaming, the more excited they were.

At least fifty women died in their hands.

The three of them communicated with each other and covered each other. Because of their concealed methods, they were never discovered.

This further fueled their arrogance.

This time when they came to Daqian, they were so excited to think that they could rob lawlessly and have fun.

They could not have fun in Dayong, and even if they settled in the deep mountains and forests, they still felt restrained.

This sense of restraint was psychological, and it was a concern for the Dayong court.

Unexpectedly, the beauty of Daqian did not enjoy it, but fell in an inconspicuous valley in the Vajra Temple. It was really a disaster!

"Is there anything wrong with this guy?" Lin Feiyang asked curiously when he saw that he had been staring at the middle-aged man.

Fakong said, "Go and see Faning. If you meet an opponent, help him."

"It's a piece of cake." Lin Feiyang was immediately interested. He liked to do such things. He flashed into the shadows and disappeared.

Fakong reached out and took a wooden stick. He came to Meng Ye and used the stick to pick up his clothes, revealing a thin booklet.

The wooden stick in his hand seemed to have great stickiness, and he stuck the booklet firmly.

The small silk booklet was faintly flashing silver in the moonlight.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that when going out, someone would actually carry a secret book, even though it was a secret book that had never been deciphered.

If this booklet had not flashed silver in the moonlight and the material was not extraordinary, Meng Ye would have given up and thrown it to the bottom of the box.

Ten years ago, Meng Ye had a strange encounter and accidentally discovered a cave, which turned out to be a place where a martial arts master lived in seclusion.

Unfortunately, the cave has collapsed for too long, destroying most of the remains, with only a secret book and a jade pendant.

The jade pendant is a mysterious talisman.

It is with this mysterious talisman that the three people have been able to roam free until now. Otherwise, with the power of the imperial court's detectives, they would have been caught long ago.

The mysterious talisman can conceal the aura and isolate all tracking. No matter whether it is the calculation of the heavenly secrets or the search for traces based on the breath, it cannot be tracked.

Wherever you go, you must leave traces.

There are many strange people in the imperial court's detectives, who are especially good at tracking.

Some can track the other party through the residual smell, and some can track their owner through the dandruff left at the scene.

Some can track footprints, some can track blood, some can track emotions, and some can track qi.

It is impossible to guard against it.

The mysterious talisman can isolate all tracking.

Meng Ye speculated that the man who lived in seclusion in a cave might not be a good person, afraid of being tracked.

But he never knew what this silk book was.

He couldn't understand the words on it at all.

For ten years, he has been trying every means to explore ancient characters and study this silk book, but unfortunately the words on it are not ancient characters, and no one can recognize them.

He had already despaired, and the reason he carried it with him was just a habit.

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