Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Once Zhen Longyuan's strength is compromised, it may cause the dragon to rise into the sky and cause catastrophe.

Then they are all sinners.

Even though Fakong thought he could control the dragon, he was just playing with fire and could easily lose control.

The best way is to work together to suppress the dragon.

It is with this thought in mind that he desires to strengthen Zhen Longyuan's strength.

But in front of him, Zhen Longyuan's strength is constantly weakening. If it continues, it may be in vain.

Fakong said: "Master, there's really not much we can do. We just have to follow the original plan."

"Alas——!" Monk Yuande sighed.

He felt small and powerless.

Fakong smiled and said: "Master wants to save all sentient beings and be the savior of the world, but he is really asking for trouble."

Dugu Xia Qing nodded.

If you think so, it will definitely be hard.

Monk Yuande smiled bitterly.

Fakong said: "Master gives yourself such a heavy responsibility, and it is easy to have mental problems. This is paranoia."

Monk Yuande thought thoughtfully and said slowly: "That's true."

I have stayed in Zhenlongyuan for a long time, and I have indeed taken my responsibilities in the world more and more seriously, so I have lost my wits.

His thoughts came together and he looked back.

He really thinks that he is too strong and too high. Although he is a person from the previous life, it does not mean that he is the strongest.

To save all sentient beings does not mean saving everyone, just do what you can.

After such thoughts arose, my whole body suddenly felt light, my mind was particularly agile, and my mind fell into a trance and joy.

Fa Kong waved his hand.

Dugu Xia Qing nodded slightly.

The two fell silent and did not look at Monk Yuande. They only admired the magnificence of Tianjing in the distance and the beautiful scenery around them.

Half an hour later, Monk Yuande's body suddenly glowed with golden light.

The golden light goes from weak to strong, from hazy at the beginning to dazzling like a scorching sun in front of your eyes. You cannot look directly at it.

Monk Yuande in the golden light tithes: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

Fakong Heshi smiled and said: "This is your fate, congratulations."

Monk Yuande took it to the next level.

For a person like Monk Yuande, who is profound in Buddhism and has practiced Buddhism for two lifetimes, the most important thing is enlightenment.

Once you realize it, you will be enlightened, and once you are enlightened, your cultivation level will rise.

What limits him is not his skill, but his perception.

Monk Yuande paid a tithe to Dugu Xiaqing, then turned into a golden light and shot towards the sky and disappeared.

Dugu Xia Qing said: "His cultivation has skyrocketed this time. Doesn't he pose a threat to you?"

Fakong smiled and said: "Master Yuande can be said to be a truly enlightened monk. In terms of mind, I am not as good as him."

Dugu Xia Qing said: "No matter how eminent a monk you are, you can't avoid profit, right? Damiaolian Temple and Daqian are fine now, but what about the future?"

"Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?" Fakong shook his head: "Just focus on the present."

"Aren't you afraid of planting hidden dangers?" Dugu Xia Qing said: "If the two sides are hostile in the future, you will be upset."

Fakong said: "It's good if you feel no shame."

As he sees more of the future and experiences more and more uncertainty, he has begun to learn to focus on the present and ignore the future.

Enjoy the present moment, focus on the present moment, the present moment is everything, the future and the past are out of reach.

"As expected of an eminent monk." Dugu Xia Qing said with a smile, "If it were me, I wouldn't help him realize his enlightenment."

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "You and I should be enemies, but we still study swordsmanship together."

"That's different." Dugu Xia Qing said, "I'm just a lonely commoner, but I don't have so many responsibilities."

Fakong said: "I killed too many masters from Dayun, aren't you upset?"

"If you haven't studied swordsmanship with me, you are still invincible." Dugu Xia Qing said: "How many Dayun masters you kill, what does it have to do with me?"

Fakong laughed: "That's right."

Dugu Xia Qing said: "But Monk Yuande is different."

"It's not that complicated to make friends," Fakong said with a smile: "He is sincere and not wary because I am a Dagan person... Others treat me with sincerity, and I will reciprocate it with sincerity. There is nothing complicated. In the future, I will really If he becomes my opponent, I will concentrate on suppressing him and preventing him from causing too much harm to Da Gan. That’s enough.”

"That's right." Dugu Xiaqing nodded: "If you have too many calculations, you won't be able to make real friends."

Friendship can transcend the court and family, just like oneself and Fakong.

When the two came to Yongkong Temple, they met Song Yuanyuan.

Song Yuanyuan originally stayed in Lingkong Temple, but now she has moved here. No matter how powerful Zhao Qianjun is, he cannot send people to Yongkong Temple to kidnap Song Yuanyuan.

Dugu Xia Qing looked at Song Yuanyuan in surprise.

She had known about Song Yuanyuan for a long time, and had heard Fa Kong talk about how to hijack Song Yuanyuan to contain Zhao Qianjun, thereby suppressing the Tianhai Sword Sect's imminent move.

If it were someone else, she would definitely despise him if he used this method, but she was not disgusted by Fakong's method.

Kidnapping one person and saving tens of thousands of people, not to mention that Song Yuanyuan is not a weak woman, does not count as bullying her.

"Miss Song is indeed beautiful." Dugu Xia Qing said with a smile, "No wonder she was able to seduce Master Zhao."

Song Yuanyuan smiled and said, "Miss Dugu is so complimentary. It's just a skin."

"The skin is very important," Dugu Xia Qing said, "it is the best weapon for walking in the world."

The beauty trap is invincible and is almost invincible, not inferior to martial arts.

Song Yuanyuan shook her head and smiled.

She didn't think that the skin was a magical weapon, but rather the source of troubles. If there was no good skin, there wouldn't be so many troubles.

She looked at Fakong: "Senior Brother Zhao came to see me."

Fakong nodded.

Song Yuanyuan frowned and said: "Senior Brother Zhao must have had an accident."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

"He should have come to see me ten days ago." Song Yuanyuan shook her head gently: "He won't break his promise."

The last time they met, Zhao Qianjun promised to come back ten days ago before leaving, but he didn't come again.

Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep, and he looked up to the southwest. His eyes passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, and slowly fell on Tianhai Sword Sect, the main hall, and Zhao Qianjun.

Zhao Qianjun's face was as white as gold paper, and he sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, breathing rapidly.

Six old men were sitting cross-legged around him, and one of them stretched out a palm against him.

Wisps of white air emerged from their hair, curling up, condensing a foot above their heads, circling and forming a cloud that looked like a white cloud at first glance.

As time passed, Zhao Qianjun's face did not change, just like before, and his breath was the same as before.

Obviously, the combined efforts of the six people could not help him heal his wounds.

His deep eyes flashed, and after a moment, Zhao Qianjun's past flashed one by one, and he saw why he was injured.

"Forced to practice, eager for success, and go crazy." Fakong shook his head, his eyes returned to normal, and looked at Song Yuanyuan.

Song Yuanyuan sighed: "After all, he went crazy."

Fakong said: "Maybe he was eager to save you."

Song Yuanyuan shook her head gently: "He..."

His feelings for me are not pure, his position as the head and power are more important, and I am just second.

So he is so eager to practice, not just to save himself, but for his own position as the head.

If she stayed in Yongkong Temple, it would be a challenge to his dignity as the head of the temple and would weaken his dignity.

He was eager to regain this dignity, so he could not wait to improve his cultivation and practice swordsmanship.

Thinking of this, she looked at Fakong.

All this was obviously Fakong's plan, everything was in his calculation, including Brother Zhao's obsession.