Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

He never absorbed the black and white relic.

Because he felt a vague sense of danger, although the sense of danger was not so strong, he still gave up after trying twice.

As a person pursuing immortality, any danger must be eliminated. Don't approach danger if you can avoid it, and don't take risks just because there are benefits.

People die for money and birds die for food, that's it.

Fakong said: "This Master Ci'en may have two goals when he came out of the mountain, one is the Demon Lord, and the other is the relic."

"If he has two goals, even if I give him this relic, I'm afraid he won't be satisfied and will still deal with me."

Fakong smiled.

"Will he be embarrassed to deal with me because of this?" Li Ying shook her head: "As a disciple of the Demon-Subduing Temple, subduing demons is definitely the first priority. He will definitely not care about feelings."

Fakong said: "You returned the relic to him, which means you are doing a favor to the Demon-Subduing Temple and the disciples of the Demon-Subduing Temple. As a disciple of the Demon-Subduing Temple, how can he not be touched?"

"But he may feel that good and evil are more important than grudges." Li Ying sighed and said: "Subduing demons is to enforce justice on behalf of heaven."

Fakong smiled: "If that's the case, we can only fight."

"I really can't beat him?"

"I can't beat him."

"Then I can only run for my life?" Li Ying snorted.

Fakong said: "You can come to my temple, and I will help you secretly."

Li Ying looked at him.

Fakong smiled at her.

Li Ying's oval face looked like a piece of white jade in the moonlight, with a warm luster on her skin, her eyes were black and bright, and the white of her eyes seemed like snow soaked in mercury, black and white, and breathtaking.

"I won't say thank you either," Li Ying looked at him generously: "Since you knew he was going to do it, why did you give him the relic?"

"Giving him the relic can reduce some of the killing intent." Fakong said.

Li Ying frowned.

Fakong said: "As far as I know, the Great Ming King's Demon Subduing Skill is driven by killing intent. The more killing intent, the stronger the power. This relic can at least weaken his power by three points."

Li Ying pondered.

When the Demon Lord fought with the monks of the Demon Subduing Temple, he did not leave any experience, at least not recorded.

He only created the extraordinary skill of the Karma Knife.

Of course, some people say that the Karma Knife was created a long time ago, but this Demon Lord integrated the Karma Knife into the extraordinary skill of the Demon Subduing Temple, making it more powerful.

In short, such things without accurate records will become more and more outrageous and exaggerated as time goes by.

If it is true as Fakong said, the Great Ming King's Demon Subduing Skill is driven by killing intent, and sending him the relic can indeed reduce its power.

But she is still eager to make a move.

She has been thinking, is this monk Ci'en really that strong? Fakong is so afraid and is sure that he is not his opponent.

She is not convinced emotionally, but reason tells her to be careful and listen to Fakong's judgment.

Li Ying finally shook her head gently.

She has been making rapid progress and making great progress, without any slack, wanting to catch up with Fakong.

But now it seems that her cultivation is still not enough.

This is the impermanence of the world, which does not change according to one's will. No matter how hard one tries, it may not be as good as someone else's adventure.

"Tomorrow morning, he will come to find me."

"...Okay."

In the early morning, under the shining golden light, the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple was filled with the sound of chanting and wooden fish, filled with vicissitudes and solemnity.

The outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple was already filled with a long queue, which stretched to more than 100 meters along the Suzaku Avenue.

People were queuing and talking at the same time.

They were no longer surprised by the critically ill patients who suddenly appeared in front of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple. They were used to watching them being quickly fed holy water by the disciples of the Vajra Temple and their lives hanging on.

Looking at the scenes before their eyes, they felt peaceful. With the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, they were not afraid of the patients.

They suddenly found a girl in green clothes walking slowly with a tall and burly monk. They greeted her and called her Miss Xu.

Xu Qingluo returned the greetings one by one with a smile on her face, and entered the temple gate with the tall and burly monk Ci'en.

"Who is Miss Xu bringing?"

"I haven't seen him."

"Miss Xu personally invited him here, so he must not be an unknown person. He must be a great monk."

"Yes, the one who was personally invited by the monk Fakong must not be an ordinary person. Does anyone know him?"

The pilgrims around were talking about it, but no one recognized the origin of this tall monk, and they became more and more curious.

So they kept asking around.

Unfortunately, they never found out.

With doubts and curiosity, they stared at the temple gate to see if Monk Ci'en would come out soon.

"Speaking of which, Miss Xu is really lucky."

"Who said it's not? This is something you can't envy."

"Becoming a registered disciple of the monk Fakong is really..."

In their opinion, becoming a registered disciple of the monk Fakong is a step to heaven, and they are no longer ordinary people in the secular world.

"Amitabha." Fakong stood by the pond for releasing animals, clasped his hands together and bowed to the monk Ci'en who walked in slowly, and said with a smile: "Master Ci'en, I am sorry for not welcoming you in person."

Monk Ci'en had a serious face and clasped his hands together and said calmly: "Master Fakong, I have long heard of your great name."

Fakong shook his head and smiled: "It's just a little false reputation."

"Since I came down from the mountain, the great name of Master Fakong has been lingering in my ears, all the way to the capital."

Fakong smiled and said nothing, and extended his hand to invite him.

The two sat at the stone table on one side. Xu Qingluo quickly served tea, stood behind Fakong, and looked at Monk Ci'en curiously.

Since it was Fakong's order, she went to Miaojue Temple in person, met with Monk Ci'en, and presented the invitation.

Monk Ci'en acted very calmly. After receiving the invitation, he agreed and followed Xu Qingluo.

"The holy monk summoned me, what's the point of my business?" Monk Cien asked directly without drinking tea.

Fakong took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Occasionally, I had a feeling that there was an eminent monk coming to Fumo Temple, so I invited the master to come and meet me."

He sighed with emotion: "I have heard about the name of Fumo Temple for a long time, but I never expected to see the eminent monk of Fumo Temple in person."

Monk Ci'en said calmly: "Even if you don't call me, the holy monk, the poor monk will come to visit me in person in two days."

Fakong smiled and said, "Master, do you want to study Buddhism?"

"No." Monk Cien shook his head and said, "I was ordered to go down the mountain and kill the new Demon Lord."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Xu Qingluo was secretly angry, feeling that this monk Ci En was arrogant and his tone was so condescending and rude.

Monk Ci'en said: "It is judged in the temple that a new Demon Lord is about to appear, and Monk Fakong, you have clairvoyance and can find this future Demon Lord, so the poor monk is here to ask for help."

Fakong smiled: "Now that the six paths of the Demon Sect are split, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the Demon Lord to appear again."

"The judgment in the temple will not be wrong." Monk Ci'en said solemnly: "Didn't the divine monk find this person?"

Fakong said: "Who do you think it will be, Master?"

"According to what the poor monk has seen, I'm afraid it's Li Ying, the young master of Cantian Dao."

"Li Ying..." Fakong shook his head and said, "Li Ying is the deputy secretary of the Green Clothes Department and cannot be killed."

He immediately smiled and said: "Master, you don't want to kill her directly, do you? If you really want to kill her, you will be in big trouble, and the Fumo Temple will be in danger of destruction."

Monk Ci'en frowned.

Fakong said: "Master, do you know her current identity? The deputy Sizheng of the Green Clothes Department, but a high-ranking official of the imperial court. To kill her is to go against the imperial court."

Monk Cien said slowly: "Where justice lies, no matter what you do!"

Fakong said: "Master, think twice."

Just at this time, Lin Feiyang's voice came from outside: "Abbott, Deputy Secretary Li is here."