Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

This voice was peaceful and quiet, but it sounded like thunder in her ears.

Her bright eyes suddenly lit up, and then returned to normal. She smiled at Fakong, and opened her mouth quietly, without any sound.

Her voice reached Fakong's ears: "Master is really good, and can really break my mind method."

She was sure that her Tai Shang Wang Ji Sutra could not cover Fakong's divine vision, and it was no wonder that she was defeated.

Fakong smiled and nodded, his lips did not move, and his voice sounded in Yang Shuangting's ears: "Master Yang is really in a good mood."

"Master, do you want to come and sit together?"

"No need, I'll take my leave."

"I'm sorry I can't see you off." Yang Shuangting said coldly.

"Hehe, Sister Yang, what are you looking at?" A round-faced girl came over and leaned over the window to look out.

Her big round eyes turned around, and her eyes finally fell on Fakong.

The purple-gold cassock fluttered with the willow branches, but he stood steadily on the embankment, under the willow tree. His thin figure looked straight and upright, and as steady as a mountain, and could not be ignored.

She said in surprise: "Hey, a monk? Hehe, Sister Yang, are you looking at this monk?"

Yang Shuangting stared at Fakong and said indifferently: "A very strange monk."

"Yes, it's quite strange." The round-faced girl's beautiful face was curious: "A monk is still here to join in the fun?"

This Zhongling Lake is a pure place for entertainment, and it is very lively. Monks are often keen on ancient temples in the mountains. Even if they are in the downtown area, they often stay in the temple to chant scriptures and practice, and will not run out to join in the fun.

This will interfere with their renunciation.

"It's a playboy monk." Yang Shuangting's beautiful face was cold, and a smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

"Hehe..." The round-faced girl smiled, waved her hand, and called the other four girls to come and watch together.

Six beautiful faces came to the window of the painting boat and stared at Fakong.

Fakong stood quietly under the willow tree, admiring the beautiful scenery of Zhongling Lake under the sunset.

This is the beauty of the world, so beautiful that it makes people heartbroken and want to cry.

He was moved, took a deep breath, looked at the painting boat, and saw six beautiful faces, which added a bit of beauty to the beautiful lake.

He smiled slightly with his hands clasped together, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

"Huh?" All the girls exclaimed in surprise.

They turned their heads and looked at each other to confirm whether they were dazzled and whether there was really a monk before.

"This monk is really weird." The round-faced girl said in surprise: "Sister Yang, do you recognize him?"

"Yes." Yang Shuangting nodded slightly.

"Who is it?"

"Fakong Divine Monk."

"Fakong... Divine Monk"

"Ah?! Is it that Fakong Divine Monk?!"

"Yes, it's that Fakong Divine Monk."

"Ah!" The round-faced girl screamed immediately.

The singing and the piano music were still floating in the pleasure boat, floating outside the pleasure boat, and spreading on the lake.

"Sister Zhu, it's just the divine monk Fakong." Yang Shuangting smiled at the round-faced girl, "It's not that serious, right?"

Their fathers were all high-ranking officials in Changling Prefecture. There were also famous temples and eminent monks in Changling Prefecture. Although they were not as good as Fakong, they also practiced Buddhism and had profound Buddhist principles.

Supernatural powers are not the ultimate realm of Buddhism. The more you cling to supernatural powers, the less you can be liberated. You can't take the divine monk too seriously.

"This is the Divine Monk Fakong!" Zhu Miaoying grabbed Yang Shuangting's hand and shook it vigorously: "Sister Yang, the Divine Monk Fakong!... Sister Yang, you know the Divine Monk Fakong, right?"

"Yes, I've heard of him."

"Then why are you so cold?" Zhu Miaoying stamped her feet and shouted in annoyance: "We missed the Divine Monk Fakong!"

"We are not sick or in trouble, so we don't need him to save us." Yang Shuangting disagreed: "Why care too much about him."

"We don't have it, but my grandmother does." Zhu Miaoying stamped her feet and said uncomfortably: "My grandmother has a terminal illness and medicine is ineffective. She is old and can't stand the tossing and can't go to the capital. If the Divine Monk Fakong can come, then my grandmother will be saved!"

Her eyes quickly moistened: "My grandmother has loved me since she was a child. If she goes, there will be no one in this world who really cares about me and loves me!"

"..." Yang Shuangting was helpless, but didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only reach out and pat her shoulder.

She didn't hear any wind.

Of course, she understood why there was no news.

Zhu Miaoying's grandmother was not an ordinary person, but a concubine from the Jingbei Palace.

Zhu Miaoying's father could have the current official position, and the relationship with her grandmother was crucial. Once her grandmother died, the relationship with the Jingbei Palace would be severed.

When people are there, people are there, but when people leave, the tea is cold.

The attention paid by the Jingbei Palace to this place is incomparable.

Once other officials in Changling Prefecture know that their grandmother is dying, their attitudes will change mysteriously.

In the officialdom, every official position is watched by many people, and once there is a change, there will be people who take advantage of the opportunity and add insult to injury.

The environment faced by Master Zhu will be dangerous.

"Sister Yang..." Zhu Miaoying hugged her and began to cry.

Everyone didn't care about listening to the music anymore, and gathered around. Some lowered their heads and looked out the window at the willow bank, trying to find Fakong.

"Alas..., it's a pity." A girl with an oval face whispered: "If I had reacted quickly and ran over, I might have been able to meet the monk and talk to him."

"If I had asked the monk for help, he would not have stood by and watched me die."

"It was just a little bit off..."

"Wuwuwuwu..." Zhu Miaoying burst into tears.

These days, she has been under great pressure and sadness, but she has been suppressing it and not showing it. She even maintained her normal appearance and enjoyed singing, dancing and music with everyone.

But when she saw Fakong just now, she suddenly saw hope, but it was cut off again.

This made her unable to hold back any longer and completely collapsed.

She cried louder and louder, leaning on Yang Shuangting's arms and crying wildly, soon soaking Yang Shuangting's clothes.

Yang Shuangting patted her back helplessly, with hesitation on his face.

As the leader of the Jinghui Sect, she didn't care about the life and death of the disciples of the Jinghui Sect, nor did she care about the fate of the Jinghui Sect. No matter what happened, she was calm, like an ancient well, and she was a cold and ruthless person.

But she couldn't be so detached and cold to her companions around her, the companions she grew up with.

She felt the same pain as Zhu Miaoying and was sad with her.

She could understand this kind of grief and helplessness, despair and helplessness. She had felt this kind of feeling when her mother died.

Someone suggested to Zhu Miaoying: "Sister Zhu, why don't we go to Shenjing and ask the monk Fakong to come and save the ancestor."

"That's a good idea."

"I'm afraid we can't ask the monk Fakong to come and save the ancestor." A kind young man hesitated.

Seeing everyone staring at him, he scratched his head and said: "It is said that the monk Fakong will not leave Shenjing. If you want to save your life, you have to send him to Shenjing. If you can't send him to Shenjing, then you have no chance to be with the monk."

"For an ancestor who can't travel, should he just wait to die?" Another heroic man was indignant.

"It is said that the monk is too busy to do anything. There is really no way. He is not strong enough."

"You can ask for holy water, but unfortunately the holy water will lose its effect the next day." A beautiful girl frowned and said: "Unless you can get back to Changling from Shenjing in one day."

"It's impossible. No matter how good your Qinggong is, it's impossible." Everyone shook their heads.

Zhu Miaoying stood up, wiped her tears, and saw that Yang Shuangting's chest was wet. She looked at Yang Shuangting embarrassedly.