Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Alas" a long sigh suddenly sounded.

At this time, it was the peak time for Guanyun Tower to be crowded. The second floor was almost full, and there was a lot of noise.

This long sigh overcame the noise of the people and reached everyone's ears directly.

Fakong smiled and said: "Master, here we come."

Monk Rushan turned his head and took a look.

There were four people at a table, all young people in their twenties, each holding a folding fan and dressed like a scholar.

In this early autumn, holding a fan is purely pretentious and elegant.

"Brother Sun, why are you sighing?" a young man asked.

"Sad for the autumn and sad for the spring, why is Brother Sun feeling so sad again?"

"It's not about the weather, it's about the world." The young man who sighed shook his head: "What kind of world is this? Look at Prince Xin and then look at the civil and military forces of the entire dynasty. It's really chilling."

"I believe that the prince is safe and sound, isn't that good?"

"Humph, we are safe and sound now, but what about the future? The imperial court is indifferent and is planning how to deal with Prince Xin. It is really chilling!"

"Too."

"What's even more chilling is the Vajra Temple, the holy monk? Haha!" The sighing young man shook his head and laughed several times.

The discussion of the four of them passed through the noise and was directly sent to everyone's ears, making everyone curious and awe-inspiring.

There was not much sound, but it could be heard clearly.

Anyone who can come to Guanyun Tower for dinner has some experience, and they will immediately know that although these four people are dressed as scholars, they are martial arts masters.

"It is said that the abbot of the Vajra Temple is an eminent monk with supernatural powers. He can be described as a divine monk."

"Ha ha!"

"It shouldn't be fake, right?"

"Find a few people to pretend to be patients, and then recite a spell, and they will recover immediately. Haha, it's ridiculous. How can medical skills be so amazing? Can it be done like this? It's simply outrageous!"

"It's really outrageous!"

"What's even more outrageous is that women are used to seduce people and attract pilgrims. This is even more outrageous and unpopular!"

"It is said that these are the embroiderers from Mingyue Embroidery House, and they can be considered serious people."

"It's true that the Embroidery Lady is a serious person, but the Vajra Temple is obviously not well-intentioned and deliberately spreads the news so that pilgrims will know about it. Otherwise, the Vajra Temple is so remote, who would know that there is an Embroidery Lady going to offer incense?"

"Exactly."

"Pity these embroiderers, they are pious but they are taken advantage of. This move in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple is too excessive, too utilitarian, and incompatible with Buddhism."

"Look at the Feitian Temple next to it, and then look at the Vajra Temple, and look at the number of pilgrims, and you will know the difference between the two temples!"

"Feitian Temple really didn't use such vulgar methods."

Fakong looked at Monk Rushan with a smile.

Monk Rushan's handsome face was gloomy, his eyes flashed with anger, he took a deep breath and tried to suppress himself.

Fakong knew that he could no longer suppress it anymore, so he whispered: "Master, don't worry, the fun is coming later."

"Aren't you in a hurry?" Monk Rushan looked at Fakong.

Any abbot, let alone the abbot, or even any disciple of the other monastery, would not be able to sit still when they hear someone slandering the reputation of the other monastery, right?

But this monk Fakong actually sat firmly and listened with interest as if he was staying out of the incident.

It's really incomprehensible.

Fakong shook his head and said: "How can you control what everyone says when you have a mouth on someone else's body? Let him say whatever he wants."

"But this will affect the reputation of the Vajra Temple and cause fewer and fewer pilgrims, right?"

"That's not necessarily the case." Fakong shook his head: "Maybe the more you scold, the more curious some people will be. Like the one just now, wouldn't the people who heard it be curious about how beautiful the embroiderer of Mingyue Embroidery Tower is, so that she attracts pilgrims? go?"

"You're doing this... it's quite strange."

Monk Rushan felt that he and Fakong were from different worlds, and their ideas were too different, but he was also more interested.

People who think the same way can't stimulate themselves if they get along with each other, so it's not interesting.

Fakong said: "Don't want to see who instigated them?"

"Can you find it?" Monk Rushan frowned.

"I can find it." Fakong nodded.

If it were someone else, I might just give them the money, let them do it, and then cut off contact.

But the person last time was different.

He would definitely give the money afterwards, and he would also give the money in person.

It's not that this person is stupid, it's just his character.

If you don't do this, the person will feel uncomfortable, restless, and uneasy.

He can understand this person very well, because he is also like this, a typical case of obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Monk Rushan fell silent, picked up bamboo chopsticks and began to eat. While eating, he listened to the four people talking nonsense and constantly attacking the Vajra Temple.

"Pap, slap, slap..." Suddenly, a series of slaps sounded, continuous and rhythmic.

Fakong shook his head.

This Lin Feiyang!

Monk Rushan narrowed his eyes slightly.

This reminded him of the previous scene where he was restrained. The speed was too fast and he was already caught without giving himself time to react.

Lin Feiyang appeared at the four-person table, holding one person's shoulders with one hand. He held down whoever wanted to get up, until all four of them sat firmly in their chairs.

He looked down at the four pale-faced people: "That's nonsense! You deserve to be slapped!"

"You...you in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple are so overbearing..."

"Shut up!" Lin Feiyang glared at him.

The young man immediately shut up.

Lin Feiyang stared at them coldly: "If you say one more word, it will be a slap. It depends on whether you talk more or I slap more!"

The four of them shut their mouths, looked at each other, stood up and left.

Lin Feiyang did not stop them, glaring at them with a sneer, and then smiled at the curious people around him: "Don't listen to their nonsense, everyone, our Vajra Temple Branch is very good, the abbot Master Fakong has great magical powers and boundless Buddhist teachings, you will know once you go there, welcome everyone to the branch to burn incense, goodbye."

He clasped his fists and disappeared.

Monk Rushan smiled: "Hey, you attendant! It's really..."

This is obviously causing trouble for the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple, ruining people's popularity and making people hate you. It's strange that there are so many pilgrims in the Vajra Temple Branch.

Especially the last tone of doing business, it's so ridiculous, so funny, and ridiculous!

Fakong sighed, he no longer had any hope for Lin Feiyang's approach, so he was not very disappointed.

He smiled and said: "Let's go and take a look?"

"Now?"

"Just follow quietly."

"...Okay, let's go and see who is this sacred person!" Monk Rushan threw down the bamboo chopsticks, angry.

Feitian Temple and Vajra Temple are at odds with each other, and of course the outer courtyards are at odds with each other, but it’s okay to be at odds with each other, but it’s intolerable to be provoked by outsiders!

This is using me as a swordsman and using the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple as a monkey!

The two put down their bamboo chopsticks and came to the outside of Guanyun Tower.

Lin Feiyang flashed and appeared beside him, whispering: "They are deliberately turning in circles, afraid that someone will follow them."

Fakong nodded, motioning him to continue following.

Lin Feiyang flashed and disappeared.

Monk Rushan narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Lin Feiyang's figure, and his heart was still shocked.

This time it was not a sneak attack, but he was right in front of him, but he didn't find his existence, as if it was just a phantom.

Fakong smiled and said, "We just walk slowly. Lin Feiyang will follow them."

"What kind of body movement is this?"

"The Imperial Shadow Sutra." Fakong smiled and said, "Master, have you ever heard of it?"

"The Imperial Shadow Sutra..." Monk Rushan frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head, "I've never heard of it. It's really amazing."

It's really unacceptable that such an amazing body movement has never been heard of.

Feitian Temple doesn't have such a body movement, nor does the Vajra Temple, and even the Great Leiyin Temple. This Lin Feiyang is really weird.

Fakong smiled and said, "It was originally lost because it was difficult to practice. He practiced it by chance."

"No wonder." Monk Rushan nodded.

No wonder he is so arrogant. It turns out that he is gifted and has practiced a strange skill that no one has practiced. No wonder!

The two of them quickly stood above a roof under the guidance of Lin Feiyang, and quietly looked out to see four young men talking to a man wearing a black hat in the corner.

This is an alley. The man in the black hat threw a bag of silver to the four people, then turned around and left the alley, and lightly entered the surging crowd on Zhuque Avenue.

Like a fish returning to the sea, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Monk Rushan was a little anxious.

This man's body movements are strange and difficult to track, especially once he loses his trace in the crowd, he will be completely lost.

Fakong smiled: "Master, don't worry, Lin Feiyang will follow him."

"Let's see who is so bold!"

"Master, you can guess."

"Master Fakong, what do you think?" Monk Rushan said in a deep voice.

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "It's hard to say, there are too many possibilities, and it is in the interests of too many people to let our two temples fight to the death."

Monk Rushan sneered: "It won't be other temples?... It doesn't seem like it. This kind of despicable method should be disdainful."

There is still a bottom line for the internal fighting between the 108 temples. After all, they are all the Great Snow Mountain Sect. If the means are too despicable, it will cause everyone to be ashamed.

"Let's go." Fakong smiled.

He has seen Lin Feiyang waving.

Monk Rushan looked around and knew that Lin Feiyang had appeared, but he just didn't see him. This feeling was too uncomfortable.

The two floated to the outside of a house, entered the house, and then floated up to the house. Fakong pointed to a house opposite.

Monk Rushan nodded gently.

The two sneaked over silently.

Fakong used the escape method, silently and clearly walked over, but the guards outside the house couldn't see him.

Monk Rushan's figure was ethereal like smoke, and he was surprisingly fast.

This is the unique skill of Feitian Temple, Feixian Step.

The two came to the backyard of the house and heard voices talking in the yard.

"Master Xiang, it's done."

"Hehe..." An unpleasant laugh sounded, and then he sighed: "These two families are really patient. They still don't fight after all this!"

"Master Xiang, they are indeed patient, but no matter how patient they are, they can't help but get angry when the time comes."

"The abbot of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple is quite interesting, much better than the previous one."

"After all, he is young and energetic."

"Hehe, the more you want to work hard, the easier it is to deal with!... They didn't reveal any flaws, did they?"

"Absolutely not."

"Well, then wait for the show to begin."

Monk Rushan's face was gloomy, and he stared coldly over there.

Fakong waved his hand to signal.

Monk Rushan frowned, floated out of the house with a unhappy face, came to the previous house, and said coldly: "Don't you deal with him?"

Fakong smiled and said: "This matter is not urgent."

"Master Fakong, you are really patient. What are you waiting for? Wait for him to continue to sow discord?" Monk Rushan said coldly.

Fakong shook his head and said, "Master Rushan, don't you find it interesting?"

"Not interesting!"

"...Master Rushan, don't you want to see how far they can go?" Fakong smiled and said, "What other tricks do you have?"

"It would be much easier to just deal with him?" Monk Rushan really didn't understand Fakong's thoughts. Facing the person who plotted against him behind the scenes, he was not angry at all and had no intention of killing him.

He felt like an outsider.