Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Chu Ling said: "I am not begging for mercy. I am not going to beg for mercy this time. You two can fight as much as you like. I am just watching from the sidelines anyway."

"You girl!" Chu Xiong said dissatisfied: "Shouldn't you be on my side?"

Chu Ling said: "I think you are being unreasonable, Father. After all, Fakong has helped us so much, but you have always been dissatisfied."

Chu Xiong shook his head.

He also accepted Fakong's sentiments. Fakong did help a lot, but this did not eliminate the threat that Fakong posed to the country.

In front of Jiangshan Sheji, all kindness is not so important. As the emperor of Daqian, the most important thing is to protect the country.

Chu Ling said: "He also saved my life, do I want to retaliate for kindness?"

"...Okay." Chu Xiong waved his hand: "It's okay if you don't help either side, so as not to be embarrassed."

Chu Ling said: "Do you have to expel him?"

"Ling'er, don't you think it's best for him to stay in the Snow Mountain?" Chu Xiong said.

Chu Ling shook his head: "I think it's best for him to stay in Shenjing. He can not only help, but also keep an eye on him without playing tricks. It kills two birds with one stone."

Chu Xiong snorted: "He wants to play tricks, but he can't keep an eye on him. If he stays here, no one in Shenjing will listen to him."

"Father, you are exaggerating too much," Chu Ling said, "No matter how good he is, there are always those who don't like him and think he is a demon monk."

Chu Xiong smiled.

This is true. It is as powerful as the emptiness of the Dharma. The magical power of Buddhism is so powerful that it can save all living beings, but it is still impossible to satisfy and admire everyone.

There are always some people who feel that he is just trying to gain fame and reputation and win people's hearts.

Chu Ling said: "I stand in the middle and say impartially that it would be better for him to stay in Shenjing. At least many people will not blame you, Father."

Chu Xiong smiled.

People's hearts are not that important and can be reversed, but the threat of Fakong cannot be eliminated.

Chu Ling said: "Father, if he returns to the Vajra Temple, I want to follow him and practice there."

"...Will your mother agree?" Chu Xiong snorted: "If you can pass her test, you only need to come back every three or four days."

"I will tell my mother," Chu Ling said, "I can practice faster next to Qingluo and the others."

Chu Xiong sighed: "When you have friends, you don't need your parents anymore. You will eventually fly away when your wings grow hard."

"It's not like I won't fly back." Chu Ling hugged his arm and shook it: "Father, my sword skills have greatly improved now, why don't we learn a few moves?"

"Okay." Chu Xiong smiled.

He also wanted to find out how far Chu Ling had mastered his swordsmanship, and how powerful the Heart Sword and Sword Intent were.

The two came to a small martial arts training ground not far away and picked up the long sword on the shelf beside the field.

The sword light flashed and the figure flew everywhere.

After more than a hundred moves, Chu Xiong sheathed his sword and looked at Chu Ling in surprise.

Chu Ling returned the sword to its sheath triumphantly: "Father, how are you doing?"

"Swordsmanship has reached this level?" Chu Xiong sighed: "How did you practice it?"

He found that Chu Ling's swordsmanship had undergone a radical change, and it had become unique and extraordinary.

If he hadn't relied on his stronger cultivation to suppress him, he would have been defeated.

His swordsmanship is exquisite and his power is astonishing.

Chu Ling smiled and said: "Let's compete with Qing Luo and the others, and then collide with each other's ideas, inspire inspiration, and find your own inner sword."

Chu Xiong said: "It seems that Xu Qingluo and others have been of great help to you."

"This is natural." Chu Ling said: "If I hadn't practiced with them, I wouldn't be as good as two-tenths of what I am now."

Chu Xiong said: "There is no need to belittle yourself. You are so beautiful that you will achieve success even if you practice by yourself."

Chu Ling snorted: "Father, you don't have to coax me. My Tianzi is no better than Qingluo and the others, or even worse."

Chu Xiong laughed and shook his head: "How is that possible! Ling'er, you are by no means worse than them, only better than them."

Chu Ling smiled brightly: "Okay, listen to the emperor, then I'm leaving to see the queen mother and the emperor's grandmother."

"Go." Chu Xiong waved his hand and said with a smile.

He watched Chu Ling's graceful figure gradually disappear, the smile on his face slowly solidified, and his expression darkened.

This girl Ling'er said she was neutral, but in fact she still favored Fa Kong.

Monk Fakong is indeed good at deceiving people. Ling'er is smart but still naive, especially since he is not wary of Fakong. How could he not be affected?

But no matter what, Ling'er is her daughter after all, and there is no way she can help Fakong deal with her.

She likes to practice with Xu Qingluo and the others, so that's up to her. As long as she doesn't feel lonely anymore and is happy, that's better than anything else.

——

In the early morning, when Fakong and Dugu Xiaqing were about to leave Yongkong Temple and go to a restaurant for dinner, monk Yuande came.

Fakong smiled and said: "Master, it's a coincidence that you're here. I'm just going to have breakfast. Let's go."

"That's good." Monk Yuande agreed.

The three of them came to a restaurant called Gaoshenglou.

Entering the second floor of the restaurant, Dugu Xia Qing looked around curiously, while Fakong and Monk Yuande sat down opposite each other.

There are waist-high partitions between the tables on the second floor. The partitions are not soundproof. Nine of the ten tables were occupied, and it was very lively.

The three of them sat at a table near the window and could see the bustling pedestrians and traffic on the street below. The noise came in through the window and mixed with the noise in the restaurant, making it even more noisy.

Fakong and Monk Yuande had a drink together.

"Master, I came here this time on the order of the Emperor to invite Master to open a forum to lecture and perform Dharma at Yongkong Temple."

"Opening a forum?"

"The master's name is known all over the world, but the people of Dayong have only heard of him. They only know that you have great supernatural powers and profound Buddhist teachings, but have never really listened to your Buddhist teachings."

"Does the emperor really want me to preach?" Fakong asked.

"The emperor is sincere." Monk Yuande said: "The people of Dayong believe in Buddhism and have been eager to listen to the master's high-level theories. The emperor follows the will of the people, so he wants to ask the master to help him open a forum to preach and perform the Dharma."

Fakong pondered.

Monk Yuande said: "What are the concerns of the master?"

"The national master..."

"Master also wants to listen to the master's Buddhist teachings." Monk Yuande said: "I also want to discuss Buddhism with the master."

Fakong said: "The national master is really broad-minded."

Although Yongkong Temple is there, it has never been open to the public. In the final analysis, it is because of the pressure from the Great Miaolian Temple.

The followers of the Great Miaolian Temple are all over Dayong. If you compete for it yourself, you will inevitably conflict with the Great Miaolian Temple, which is a conflict that cannot be eliminated by personal feelings.

So he never opened Yongkong Temple, just as a foothold, and was looking for opportunities.

Now, the opportunity finally came.

This is also to use the power of others to fight against the power. If Chu Xiong hadn't driven him away, he would not have had the opportunity to open Yongkong Temple.

Monk Yuande shook his head: "This is the emperor's intention, and the master is just following the emperor's intention."

Fakong nodded slowly and said: "It is also admirable that the national master can follow it without violation."

Monk Yuande said: "When will the master open the altar?"

Fakong thought for a while: "Ten days later."

"The little monk has an unwelcome request." Monk Yuande looked embarrassed.

Fakong smiled: "Please speak."

Monk Yuande said: "Can you come to my Xiaomiaolian Temple to open the altar?"

Fakong pondered for a moment and said slowly: "Okay."