Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Li Ying saw that he looked strange and chuckled, "Why, senior, you actually know Jinguang Temple?"

"Why are you looking for Jinguang Temple?"

"We saw a record about Jinguang Temple in an ancient book. It is said that Jinguang Temple is also a great temple, so we came to take a look."

"You actually know the location of Jinguang Temple?" The gray-robed old man frowned and said, "You are a thoughtful person."

"Of course." Li Ying nodded, "We admire Jinguang Temple very much and have searched hard."

"What are you looking for Jinguang Temple for?"

"See if there are any relics of any master, or personal belongings, so as to comprehend Buddhism."

"Hmm..." The gray-robed old man looked at Fakong.

Fakong was as calm as water and let Li Ying talk.

Li Ying chuckled and said, "We are leaving this time. You will not bother me anymore, right?"

The gray-robed old man was silent for a while.

Li Ying's weakness did not make him feel emboldened, but made him more vigilant.

The handsome middle-aged man floated over and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Master Fang, they said they were looking for Jinguang Temple, who knows if it is true, maybe they are plotting against our Baihe Sect!"

The gray-robed old man turned his head and glared at him fiercely.

The handsome middle-aged man said unconvincedly: "Uncle Master..."

There are only two of them, and there are seven of them, not to mention four great masters, which is more than enough to deal with them.

I really don't know what evil Uncle Master has done. Is he moved by the beauty of this woman?

Uncle, is this an old tree sprouting new buds?

He complained in his heart.

The gray-robed old man said slowly: "Shut up! Mouth!"

"Let's leave them." The handsome middle-aged man said unconvincedly: "Just leave like this, there will be endless trouble."

"Shut up!" The gray-robed old man shouted.

His eyes were suddenly filled with bloodshot, and he glared at the handsome middle-aged man fiercely.

Li Ying looked at the seven of them with a smile and shook her head secretly. It turned out that the old ginger is spicy.

The six of them hadn't noticed the danger yet, but the old guy had, obviously because of his experience.

It was definitely not a fluke that he could live to this age.

He must have experienced countless life and death situations to hone such an intuition, an intuition of danger.

And this intuition should have helped him to get through countless dangers.

Was it because he had an extraordinary intuition first, and then he survived many dangers to live to this day, or was it because he went through many dangers that he developed such an extraordinary intuition?

The handsome middle-aged man was still unconvinced. Even though he was glared at by the gray-robed old man, he still wanted to speak again. As soon as he opened his mouth, the gray-robed old man flicked his sleeves and waved him away, landing a hundred meters away.

The handsome middle-aged man's face flushed, and he was angry and glared at the gray-robed old man fiercely.

The gray-robed old man also glared at him fiercely. The two of them glared at each other like two wolves, and there was a stalemate for a while.

The other five middle-aged men smiled bitterly, but didn't know what to say.

One is an elder, and the other is the elder's nephew. There is really no way to persuade them. If I persuade them, they may unite to face the outside world. Then I will be in trouble.

After glaring at him for a few times, the handsome middle-aged man knew that he could not beat him, so he could only suppress his anger.

The gray-robed old man saw him shrink back, then he snorted, turned his head to look at Li Ying and Fakong, clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "You two, please."

Li Ying chuckled and shook her head: "If you let us go like this, I'm afraid there will be trouble."

"Don't worry, lady, please--!"

"Senior, you know the details of Jinguang Temple, right?"

"Jinguang Temple, I have indeed heard of it."

"I would like to hear more about it!" Li Ying said curiously: "Senior, you won't be stingy with your teachings, right?"

"In fact, there is nothing to say, it's just an ancient temple."

Li Ying smiled Yingying shook her head: "Senior is trying to fool us."

"...I don't know much." The gray-robed old man said in a deep voice: "I only know that the Jinguang Temple was extremely powerful at the time, and it is not something that ordinary sects can reach."

"Not something that ordinary sects can reach, that means they are very powerful, how powerful are they?"

"It's been too long, I can't explain it clearly, I only know this situation roughly, how can I know the details clearly." The gray-robed old man shook his head and said: "After all, I am not from that era."

"White Crane Sect..." Li Ying nodded gently.

The handsome middle-aged man has floated back, and he is very indignant about the attitude of the gray-robed old man.

This is simply retreating step by step.

At the beginning, he wanted to keep them, but now not only did he not keep them, but he also spoke to them in a nice voice.

And the woman had obviously given in, as if she was afraid of their White Crane Sect, why did the uncle master still speak so humbly? !

They were very puzzled, but due to the authority of the elders, they could only stare angrily to express their dissatisfaction.

Li Ying turned her head and looked at Fakong.

Fakong looked at the gray-robed old man thoughtfully.

Li Ying looked at his expression and smiled, "Senior, are you the descendant of the lay disciples of Jinguang Temple?"

The gray-robed old man was startled, and then shook his head.

"Senior is really dishonest." Li Ying chuckled and said, "In fact, we are just looking at it."

"You two are wrong." The gray-robed old man said in a deep voice.

Li Ying smiled and said, "Supreme Golden Light Mantra..."

The gray-robed old man's face changed slightly, and then he recovered.

Li Ying shook her head and sighed, "It's a pity that the senior is so stingy."

"... The existence of the Supreme Golden Light Mantra is rarely known in the world. I wonder how you know it?" The gray-robed old man hesitated and said.

"Of course it's a chance." Li Ying smiled and said, "Then do you know which monk has mastered this mantra?"

"Although the Supreme Golden Light Mantra is powerful, no one has mastered it." The gray-robed old man said in a deep voice.

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Hmm..." Li Ying shook her head: "Such a miraculous Buddhist mantra, no one can master it."

"Yes..." The gray-robed old man sighed: "Future generations can only blame themselves for being unworthy and incompetent."

"Then I'll take my leave." Li Ying glanced at Fakong.

Fakong nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry I can't see you off." The gray-robed old man clasped his fists and clasped his hands together to Fakong: "Although the Supreme Golden Light Mantra is wonderful, it is just a Buddhist mantra after all, a legendary mantra, and Master, you don't have to be too obsessed with it."

Fakong smiled and clasped his hands together.

He still admired this gray-robed old man very much. It is true that an old man in the family is like a treasure.

According to the temper of the six middle-aged men, they will never let the two of them go. Once they start fighting, they will be injured at best and their martial arts will be abolished at worst.

For the White Crane Sect, the injuries to several Grandmasters were not a small loss. They might continue to fight and then be killed by Li Ying, which would be a heavy loss.

Li Ying looked at the handsome middle-aged man with a smile, and her clear eyes swept over the other five people, like the rippling water of a lake.

"Goodbye." She chuckled, and turned around with Fakong and walked away.

The handsome middle-aged man took a step forward and was about to speak.

"Bang!" He was once again blown away by the sleeve of the gray-robed old man and fell on a hill a hundred meters away.

The gray-robed old man stared coldly at the backs of Fakong and Li Ying, and only let out a long breath until the two of them disappeared into the night.

His body relaxed, and cold sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead.

"Elder Fang..." A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance clasped his fists and asked cautiously, "What's so strange about them?"

"Humph, you're looking for death!" The gray-robed old man said unhappily, "You almost lost your life this time!"

"What a fuss!" The handsome middle-aged man floated back again and said unconvincedly, "They are just two guys, and their cultivation is ordinary."

He had already carefully sensed that one of them had a very shallow cultivation, and the other had just reached the level of a grandmaster.

It's really not worth mentioning.

It's better to stay.