Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

They never expected this move.

The young master is indeed the young master, wise and smart, and they can never catch up.

The next morning, when Zhu Yuquan and two guards came to Qingxue Tower, they did not find Fakong.

Zhu Yuquan was a little disappointed.

But it didn't matter when he thought about it. Monk Fakong couldn't go to Qingxue Tower to eat every morning.

Even I was not like that.

I always had to change my taste.

At this time, Fakong was sitting at the table with Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe Faning in Wangjiang Tower in Daqian to eat.

When eating, Lin Feiyang always looked like sighing.

Fakong didn't care, and his expression was leisurely.

Fu Qinghe was silent as always, like a stone.

Faning couldn't help but smile at Lin Feiyang, saying that even if Xu Qingluo and the other three were not there, they should eat well and cheer up.

Lin Feiyang sighed helplessly: "It's not that I don't know, but I just can't help it. When I sit here to eat, I can't help but think about Qingluo and the others. Are they full and delicious now? Are they starving? Yuxia Pass is too shabby. It's really not a place for people to stay."

Fakong put down the restaurant and said lightly: "They are also eating in the Yuanyang Building of Yuxia Pass. They are eating buns. Do you want to taste it?"

"They are eating buns?" Lin Feiyang was refreshed: "How does it taste? How do they eat? Can they eat it?"

Fakong disappeared in a flash.

After a while, he appeared again.

Took out four baskets of buns from his sleeves, and the hot white gas exuded an attractive meaty aroma.

It was the unique aroma of beef mixed with spices.

"Huh..." Lin Feiyang was refreshed immediately: "It smells so good!"

Fu Qinghe, who had been absent-minded, was also refreshed and looked at the four baskets of buns.

Lin Feiyang reached out and picked one and threw it into his mouth. It was a white and plump bun as big as a peach.

He chewed and nodded vigorously, with an admiring look on his face, motioning them to eat quickly.

Fakong ate six, Faning, Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe ate ten each, finishing the four baskets of buns in one go.

After eating, Fakong disappeared in a flash, returned the four baskets, and when he came back, he took out eight more strange fruits.

Red, oval, palm-sized, exuding an attractive and rich aroma.

This is the specialty of Yuxia Pass, the sun fruit.

The taste is sweet, fragrant and rich, just like the durian in the previous life.

It's a pity that there is no way to transport it back to Shenjing. Even with ice cubes, it won't last long before Shenjing and will rot.

After finishing these eight sun fruits, the four of them had bulging stomachs.

"Good Qingluo, they are so lucky!" Lin Feiyang said unconvincedly: "I didn't eat such delicious buns and such good sun fruit when I was in Yuxia Pass."

Fakong shook his head and said: "How can you have the leisure time? They run around in Yuxia Pass whenever they have free time. They have already figured out which places have delicious food and what delicious food there is."

When practicing, they practice desperately, but they don't practice with a tense heartstring. They have enough leisure time.

This is the most ideal state of practice.

So they can maintain the momentum of rapid progress without slowing down. At this speed, they will soon be able to enter the Four Symbols Realm.

"Alas..., Qingluo and the others are still good." Lin Feiyang looked yearning, and he wanted to run back again.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

Lin Feiyang couldn't stand loneliness, so he liked the hustle and bustle. He felt that the hustle and bustle was the best and the most enjoyable.

Of course, most of his yearning was for Zhu Ni.

He missed Zhu Ni so much that he couldn't sleep, but he was too embarrassed to say it, so he always tried to find an excuse to take the opportunity to run and relieve his longing.

He didn't mind the long distance or the hard work, and he didn't feel tired when running. Of course, because of his extraordinary lightness skills, it only took two or three days to go back and forth.

Faning said: "Brother, have you dealt with Deputy Guard Zhu?"

Fakong shook his head: "The journey is too long, it will take a while, and Prince Xin can still be assured of his actions."

If there were no accidents, there would be no accidents in this matter. It went smoothly, and Zhu Yifan was captured, and two Dayun secret spies were also pulled out.

Yuxia Pass has been heavily infiltrated by Dayun for so many years, like a sieve. No wonder small groups of Dayun cavalry broke in at any time, wreaked havoc and left, and there was nothing they could do to them.

Faning said: "I really don't know when Qingluo and the others will be able to come back."

Fakong smiled and said: "Miss Zhou Yang?"

Faning smiled and nodded.

He was very satisfied with Zhou Yang as a disciple.

Very honest, very down-to-earth, always being bullied but still being calm, no matter his qualifications or character, he was very satisfied.

He was really a little worried about accidents.

Fakong smiled and said, "They still have to experience the battlefield after all, they can't come back so soon."

Faning nodded.

If you go there once without experiencing the fighting on the battlefield, it's like a wasted trip, and you can't achieve the purpose of training.

But when he thought of the dangers of the battlefield, the swords and guns have no eyes, he couldn't help but worry.

Fakong looked at him and said nothing.

In front of feelings, words are pale, no matter how much he said, Junior Brother Faning couldn't control his worries.

Concern makes you confused, Junior Brother Faning has invested too much effort in Zhou Yang, and the relationship between master and apprentice is very deep.

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"What, Master Yuande is not here?" At the gate of Xiaomiaolian Temple, Zhu Yuquan asked the monk in charge of reception loudly.

Xiaomiaolian Temple is located due south of Tianjing, on a central axis with the imperial palace, only 500 meters away.

The name is Xiaomiaolian Temple. In fact, the temple is very large, not inferior to Yongkong Temple, and is nearly a hundred acres in size.

Zhike Monk was an elegant and graceful middle-aged monk. He smiled and said, "It's not a coincidence that Young Master Zhu is here. Master Yuande's nephew has just left not long ago."

"Where have you gone?"

"Oh, I think I went to Yongkong Temple."

"Yongkong Temple?" Zhu Yuquan frowned and stared at Zhike Monk, doubtful.

He thought this was quite a coincidence.

Why did he go to Yongkong Temple by himself just when he was about to come to find him? If so, others did not see him going in with Monk Yuande...

But it doesn't matter, as long as Monk Yuande is also in Yongkong Temple, he cannot escape the responsibility of protecting himself. Otherwise, Damyolian Temple will not be able to escape the fate of being angered by the master.

Thinking of this, he suppressed his doubts, relaxed his brows and said with a smile, "How long have you been gone?"

"About a quarter of an hour."

"Master, farewell!" Zhu Yuquan tithes, respectfully and modestly, showing an elegant demeanor.

He turned and strode away.

The two middle-aged people rushed to keep up.

A middle-aged man said with a smile: "Young Master, this saves trouble. We don't need to waste words, he went by himself!"

Another middle-aged man was puzzled: "Young Master, shouldn't Master Yuande and Monk Fakong be at odds?"

"Huh -?" Zhu Yuquan glanced at him.

The middle-aged man said: "We are enemies in the same industry. Young Master, think about it, Monk Fakong is also called a divine monk, and Monk Yuande is also called a divine monk. How can a divine monk be harmonious when meeting a divine monk? I know that these monks are generous on the surface, but they are selfish in their hearts. "

"Lao Gu, you are making great progress." Zhu Yuquan nodded with satisfaction: "How can the Great Miaolian Temple accommodate other divine monks? This Yongkong Temple was given to Monk Fakong by King Chun at his strong suggestion, and the Emperor gave it to Monk Fakong. Prince Chun’s Mansion and the Great Miaolian Temple are sworn enemies, so Fakong and Yuande must be at odds with each other!”

"Then how about provoking them?" The two middle-aged men suddenly had an idea and wanted to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Zhu Yuquan slowly shook his head: "There is no rush, let's look at the situation. Even if we borrow the sword, Yuan De is not sharp enough, so we have to borrow the sword of the Imperial Master!"

"Exactly!" The two middle-aged men nodded excitedly.

If you can use the Imperial Master to kill someone, that would be a great achievement, and you can boast about it for a lifetime in the Nine-Yuan Sect.

No matter how arrogant the disciples of the Nine Yuan Sect are, they still highly respect the Imperial Master.

"Young Master is wise!" The two people praised: "Then use the national master to kill Monk Fakong!"

They all knew that the young leader still wanted to kill Monk Fakong, but they just restrained the murderous intention first and slowly looked for opportunities.

Monk Fakong has magical powers, so he should not easily act to kill, lest he be sensed by Monk Fakong and flee for his life in advance.

When the three of them arrived at Yongkong Temple, the gate of Yongkong Temple was wide open.

Through the open door, you can only see a screen wall with a huge "Buddha" character written on it, blocking the inside.

Zhu Yuquan glanced at the two of them.

The two middle-aged men nodded solemnly and stood outside the door, ready to escape at any moment.

Zhu Yuquan took a deep breath, lowered his head and checked the armor, mirror, crown and other treasures on his body again.

Then he exhaled and said, "Master Fakong?"

"Young Master, please come in." Fakong's voice seemed to come from the horizon, ethereal, empty and real.

Zhu Yuquan frowned and concentrated on sensing, but found no danger, and there was no warning sign from his spiritual sense.

It seemed that Monk Fakong did not have any killing intention. He was indeed afraid of his master and did not dare to kill himself.

He slowly stepped into the threshold, continued walking inside, turned around the screen wall, and saw Fakong standing on the steps of the Main Hall.

At this time, under the bright sunshine, Fakong's purple and gold cassock shone brightly, and matched with his solemn and solemn demeanor, it was like a heavenly being descending.

The huge Buddha statue in the Mahavira Hall looks down at the world and stands just behind him, just like his Dharmakaya.

The shining purple gold cassock, the huge golden body of Dharma body, and there seemed to be a bright and flawless moon behind Fakong's head.

This scene shocked Zhu Yuquan mentally, and he lost his mind for a moment.

Fakong smiled and said: "Young Master, we have missed you so much."

He has seen through clairvoyance.

If Zhu Yuquan's divine crown had just been directly deflected away, and then a immobilization spell had been cast, he would have been able to be dealt with no matter whether it was the sword, swordsmanship or the Sky-Destroying Divine Palm.

But he did not take action, but let this opportunity pass.

He looked at Zhu Yuquan with a smile.

Zhu Yuquan woke up, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and his face changed drastically.

Fakong smiled and said, "Young leader, what's wrong?"

"Oh,...it's nothing," Zhu Yuquan tried his best to calm down his mind, and managed to smile: "Master, you are so majestic!"

Fakong smiled and said: "The young leader has given me a reward and a stick of incense. Let's go over there and talk."

He handed over three sticks of sandalwood.

The scene just now was indeed carefully calculated, even taking into account the angle of the sun.

It's enough to cause a loss of mind.

The effect is excellent.

However, he had already calculated Zhu Yuquan's spiritual strength through what he had just experienced.

In the Xiaoxitian Paradise, a mere movement of the illusory words of the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra can make Zhu Yuquan fall into a trance. The Divine Crown of Heaven is restricted in the Xiaoxitian Paradise.

This is the infinite mystery of Xiaoxitian's paradise.