Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Impossible!" Faning couldn't believe it and said hurriedly: "Senior brother, the rejuvenation spell is wonderful. If it can save Uncle Lianxue's injury, it can definitely save Senior Sister Ning!"

"It's different." Fakong shook his head: "The Rejuvenation Curse heals diseases very quickly, but it's not very good at healing injuries. It's good for injuries that have been lingering for a long time, but there's nothing that can be done about fatal injuries like this."

Fan Ning still couldn't believe it or accept it. Looking at Ning Zhenzhen, who was as motionless as if she was sleeping, she felt even more beautiful.

But there was nothing he could do but watch her die.

This feeling made him angry and painful, and he only regretted that he was incapable of saving Ning Zhenzhen.

Lian Xue raised her head with tears in her eyes: "Fakong, is there really nothing we can do? Is it true that she is going to die here today?"

Fakong pondered for a moment.

"Is there any hope?" Faning became more energetic: "Senior brother!"

Fakong said: "Junior brother, go to the cabinet in my bedroom and get a bottle..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fanning had already pressed his shoulders and took him flying towards the wooden house.

Fa Kong was led into the house, shaking his head and not bothering to say anything.

He opened the drawer of a small cabinet beside the bed and found a small jasper gourd inside.

It is about the size of a thumb, exquisite and delicate, with a faint glow.

"Let's go."

As soon as Fakong said these words, his body was suddenly pulled away and returned to Lian Xue like a gust of wind.

Lian Xue sat on the ground and hugged Ning Zhenzhen tightly.

Fakong opened the small jade bottle and poured out a red elixir the size of a dragon's eye: "These are two elixirs that Master came across by chance. It is said that they can heal people with flesh and bones. It depends on Junior Sister Ning's good fortune."

"The magic pill is useless." Lian Xue said disappointedly.

"Try it." Fakong stuffed the red pill into Ning Zhenzhen's mouth.

Her red lips were pale and slightly opened, just enough to fit inside.

Fa Kong took back the small jade bottle and tapped her cheeks.

In the blue silence and the faint sound of Sanskrit, the nectar branch of the Medicine Buddha trembled slightly.

A soft light rose from the lotus seat, fell on the nectar branches, and spread out.

One month of life.

This light focused on his fingers through his mind and was sent to Ning Zhenzhen's body.

Extinguished candles are relit.

Ning Zhenzhen regained her vitality, as weak as a candle in the wind.

Knot the mudra in the sky, close your eyes and recite the rejuvenation mantra softly.

A jade bottle slowly tipped over in the void, and the jade slurry poured directly onto Ning Zhenzhen's body, helping her recover from her injuries.

Lian Xue and Fan Ning watched motionless, breathing as softly as possible for fear of disturbing him.

The power of the Rejuvenation Spell was so strange that it blocked all the holes in Ning Zhenzhen's body, allowing her to retain her vitality and strength.

——

An hour later, Fa Kong, Fan Ning, Lian Xue and Ning Zhenzhen were sitting at the table having lunch together.

There are a total of eight dishes and two soups on the table, all delicious and delicious.

Fakong had swallowed the saliva in his mouth several times.

His facial features are far more sensitive than ordinary people, and the unique fragrance of vegetables stimulates him far more strongly than ordinary people.

He didn't expect Lian Xue to have such excellent cooking skills.

Lian Xue personally took a crystal meatball and sent it to Fa Kong's bowl, and gave another one to Faning. She said with a smile: "I really got out of this catastrophe this time. I have to thank Fa Kong for your elixir and Fa Ning." I’d rather help you and prepare a few side dishes to express my gratitude!”

Faning waved his hands hurriedly: "Uncle Lianxue, I can't help you much."

"Thank you for running around." Lian Xue said with a smile.

Fanning was very embarrassed.

Fakong smiled and said: "Uncle, there is no need to be so polite. Who did Junior Sister Ning meet?"

Ning Zhenzhen's face was pale and charming.

Her dark eyebrows furrowed slightly, and I suddenly felt pity for her beauty.

"Can't you tell me?"

"I don't know what to say." Ning Zhenzhen said thoughtfully: "That guy is about the same age as me, and he looks ordinary."

After resurrecting from the dead, she became much calmer.

"Then what?"

"The swordsmanship is amazing." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head and said: "The invisible sword energy is used... I have never seen such a method."

"Invisible sword energy..." Fakong thought thoughtfully.

"You know?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.

When it comes to curing diseases and saving people, Fakong is indeed a master, but when it comes to martial arts training and even martial arts knowledge... where did he get his knowledge?

Fakong said: "If we talk about invisible sword energy, it should be Dayong's Divine Sword Peak."

"Divine Sword Peak!" Lian Xue's face changed slightly.

Ning Zhenzhen frowned.

Fakong smiled and said: "Shenjian Peak has not entered the Snow Mountain for more than 20 years. I didn't expect another disciple to come in."

The invisible sword energy is the unique secret technique of Shenjian Peak, which comes from Hui Wen's memory.

In the blue and silent void, the luminous pearl has penetrated into the center of Medicine Buddha's eyebrows and been stored in Medicine Buddha's mind.

He can call upon this memory with just a thought.

With a thought, he transformed into Huiwen and lived a life of one hundred and twenty-two years.

Hui Wen joined the Vajra Temple since she was a child.

I first practiced Little Arhat Boxing, then the Eight Vajra Arts, until I reached the second level, hoping to find a better way through Buddhism.

In the end, he still failed to break through the obstacles and reach the first level. He died unwillingly and died at the age of 122.

In the martial arts world, he is the ultimate master in the Shenyuan realm, a martial arts master of a generation.

Hui Wen is a rare prodigy who became famous at a young age. He participated in the encirclement and suppression of Diaoyue Road a hundred years ago and captured the six top masters alive and suppressed them at Ten Thousand Buddhas Peak.

Fakong also understood why they were suppressed at Ten Thousand Buddhas Peak and asked the disciples of Vajra Temple to deliver food instead of killing them directly.

In the final analysis, I still have scruples and don't dare to kill them.

Once he is killed, Diaoyue Dao will surely retaliate against him. Even if Vajra Temple can resist, it will be seriously injured.

Diaoyue Dao is one of the six paths of the Demon Sect. The disciples of the Demon Sect act madly and do not care about the consequences.

In addition to Diaoyue Dao, Huiwen has also seen masters from the other five paths of the six paths of the Demon Sect, as well as masters from the Great Yong Dynasty.

His life has been full of ups and downs, but also without any ups and downs.

Ups and downs mean that he has experienced many fights and survived several near-death experiences.

No ups and downs mean that he has been a junior disciple of Vajra Temple all the way to an elder. His personal life is ordinary and has almost no changes. He has two or three friends, that's all.

He has never fallen in love with women, and has no worldly or romantic ties. He is clean and simple.

"What kind of elixir did Master Yuanzhi leave behind?" Ning Zhenzhen recalled her previous experience.

It seemed that she saw a sunny avenue and floated over it lightly, but unfortunately she was pulled back by an invisible force before she could go far.

Fakong smiled: "I don't know the name."

The function of the nectar branch must not be spread to others, otherwise there will be endless trouble.

He never fights unprepared battles, and believes in being prepared for everything and seeking safety in everything, so he prepared this elixir.

As expected, it was used.

"I have never heard of such an elixir." Lianxue nodded gently.

There are only a few elixirs in the world, and they are all elixirs from the top sects. For example, Taiyin Zhuanhun Pill is already the top one.

But medicine cannot cure death.

No matter how powerful the elixir is, it may not be able to save life.

"It's a pity that there is no way to ask Master anymore." Fakong sighed sadly.

Seeing him like this, Ning Zhenzhen rolled her eyes.

Her wisdom is clear and perfect, and her heart is like a bright moon, which can illuminate the human heart and see everything at a glance.

Fakong is very strange. She can't see through it at a glance, but she can also guess eight out of ten through subtle expressions and temperament.

This is deliberately not to let people ask more questions.

The disciple from the Divine Sword Peak was protected by an invisible force, and he couldn't see through his thoughts.

But at that time, my wisdom was not perfect. If it was perfect like now, I should be able to see through it.

Fakong was even more strange. Seeing his thoughts was like looking at the moon in the water. At first glance, there was a shadow, but it was not clear when I looked again.

Lianxin looked at Fakong's expression and couldn't bear to ask any more questions, so she changed the subject: "This time it was too dangerous. Why would a disciple from the Divine Sword Peak come to our Great Snow Mountain?"

"He has this." Ning Zhenzhen took out a small sword from her sleeves and handed it to Fakong.

Fakong took it.

Although the sword was only the size of a palm, it was heavy and weighed down his hand.

The dark green scabbard and the purple gold sword tassel were elegant and luxurious in the vicissitudes of life.

Although the sword was small, it had an extraordinary momentum.

He weighed the small sword, pulled it gently, and stopped abruptly.

He pulled again, but still couldn't pull out the small sword.

"Junior brother."

"Yes." Faning took the sword and pulled hard, his face flushed, but he still couldn't pull it out.

He took a deep breath, his monk robe slowly bulged, his eyes widened, and he pulled out with all his strength, and finally pulled out the sword.

The sword body was dark and plain, and the blade seemed to be uncut.

Fakong took it and waved it gently, and it was as light as a piece of charcoal.

It was obviously very heavy, but it was light when waved.

He had never felt so strange.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled: "This sword is for you, as a thank you for saving my life."

Fakong glanced at her.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Don't you want it?"

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"Then I'll take it." Fakong returned the sword to the sheath.

Ning Zhenzhen pursed her lips and smiled.

Fakong knew that she was laughing at his low cultivation level. Even if he got the sword, he couldn't pull it out. He couldn't keep the sword in the sheath forever, right?

Fakong handed it to Lianxue: "Uncle Master, do you know the origin of this sword?"

Lianxue rolled her eyes at Ning Zhenzhen and shook her head helplessly.

This girl, she owed someone a life but still refused to accept it and kept fighting.

She took it and looked at it carefully, knocked it several times and heard a thumping sound, took chopsticks to test the edge of the sword, and it was indeed without an edge.

Finally, she shook her head and didn't recognize it.

Fakong smiled at Ning Zhenzhen: "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the Heavenly Punishment Sword."

"Heavenly Punishment Sword?"

Ning Zhenzhen, Lianxue and Faning all shook their heads.

Fakong smiled and sheathed the sword and put it back into his monk sleeve: "Come, eat, I'm full, I want to go see the disciple of the Divine Sword Peak."

"What's there to see about a dead person? Want to save him, that's impossible, right?"

"No matter how effective the elixir is, there's nothing you can do if the corpse is cold."

"What are you looking at?"

"Just look."

"Just look!" Ning Zhenzhen snorted.

Lianxue kicked her under the table.

Ning Zhenzhen immediately smiled brightly, poured a cup of tea and offered it to Fakong to express her gratitude, and Fakong accepted it calmly.

She offered another cup to Faning, who drank it all in one gulp with a red face.

——

"Is it here?"

In the sunset, a group of four people stopped in a pine forest and stood in front of a pile of new soil.

The slanting light shone through the branches and leaves, shining on the pile of yellow soil and a bunch of red wild flowers on it.

This bunch of wild flowers was as red as flames.

"It's here."

"Did you bury it?"

Ning Zhenzhen looked around, her eyes were bright and dazzling.

Fakong said, "Junior brother, be careful."

Faning suddenly became nervous, his fat face was tense, and he looked around.

At the same time, his left hand was placed on Fakong's shoulder, and his monk robe swelled like a ball, and the aura enveloped the two of them.

Lianxue and Ning Zhenzhen's backs were against each other, and their bright eyes were slightly narrowed, capturing the surroundings with the corner of their eyes.

Fakong made seals with his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and moved his lips slightly.

Fa Ning suddenly felt a cool breeze pouring down on his head, and the nervousness in his mind disappeared instantly.

He was calm and his mind was turning.

So he turned around gently, with his back facing the two women.

The three of them guarded one direction each to prevent sneak attacks.

Ning Zhenzhen and Lian Xue soon felt the same way, with coolness lingering in their minds, their thoughts turning faster and their senses more sensitive.

They knew that this was the blessing of the Qingxin Mantra.

A young man in a yellow robe slowly walked out of the woods, his face was scorched yellow as if he had liver and gallbladder disease.

He was thin, strong, handsome, and stared at Ning Zhenzhen with gloomy eyes.

Fa Kong was thoughtful.

Lian Xue and Fan Ning's cultivation was not inferior to Ning Zhenzhen, so why was this person so sure that he was the killer sent by Ning Zhenzhen?