Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

This is not something I can stop.

What I can do is not to stop this trend, but to take advantage of it, guide it slightly, develop in a better direction, and avoid greater conflicts.

Li Ying is the key to the key.

From Li Ying, the direction of the entire Demon Sect can be guided, thus avoiding the bloody situation in Daqian Wulin.

Under my influence, Li Ying still maintained enough rationality and patience, and did not act too intensely.

If there was no interference from me, Li Ying would have unified the six paths of the Demon Sect at this time, and would inevitably set off a bloody storm, and Daqian would fall into chaos.

What I have done now is already the limit, it is already the best situation, and it is impossible to continue to stop it.

Chu Ling said: "Can't you stop it?"

Fakong shook his head.

Chu Ling snorted, "With your ability, you can destroy her directly. It's not that you can't stop her, but you don't want to stop her, right?"

Fakong said, "I am a disciple of the Great Snow Mountain. How can I watch the six paths of the Demon Sect unify?"

Chu Ling rolled her eyes at him and said, "That may not be the case. Who knows what tricks you have? There must be something weird!"

She felt that directly solving Li Ying would solve the problem of the six paths of the Demon Sect unifying, and there was no need to go through so much trouble.

She felt that Fakong must have other calculations.

Fakong smiled, "I'm not sure I can destroy Young Master Li."

"Ridiculous!" Chu Ling glanced at him, "Who would believe it? What is your cultivation level? What is her cultivation level?"

She turned her head to look at Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang, "Do you believe it?"

The three of them shook their heads.

Fakong smiled: "How can the world be so simple."

"How can it be so complicated?" Chu Ling snorted: "In fact, it is so simple. Without Young Master Li, who can unify the six paths?"

Fakong said: "Unless I kill her directly, it will only make her stronger and cause more trouble."

"...If she can recover after being crippled, then cripple her again." Chu Ling said.

She felt that no matter how strong Li Ying was, she could not be stronger than Fakong.

What's more, there was one last trick, to kill Li Ying directly.

But she also knew that this was almost impossible. Fakong's relationship with Li Ying was deeper and better than people imagined, and he would never kill Li Ying.

Fakong laughed.

Xu Qingluo frowned and said: "Master, can't you really stop it?"

"It's better to let it go than to stop it." Fakong said: "It's more conducive to the future situation."

Xu Qingluo nodded lightly: "Listen to Master."

Chu Ling immediately glared at her angrily.

Xu Qingluo smiled: "Sister Chu, don't you believe in Master?"

"Humph." Chu Ling curled her red lips.

Xu Qingluo said: "As long as you believe that the master will not harm Daqian and innocent people, you must have chosen the best path."

Chu Ling looked at Fakong and shook her head helplessly: "Anyway, he is right in the end and I can't argue with him."

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "Then Sister Chu, you are asking for trouble."

"I can't help but say it." Chu Ling asked: "If Zixuan really becomes a top master, will he leave Cantian Dao?"

Fakong said: "Let's talk about it when the time comes."

From now on, Zhou Zixuan does have to find an opportunity to leave Cantian Dao, lest he really become a disciple of Cantian Dao.

But the future is always changing, especially when I intervene, the future I see now will inevitably change.

I need to adjust myself at any time to keep the future moving in the right direction, which is a very mentally exhausting thing.

——

Early morning.

The golden light of the rising sun pierces the mist that is like a veil.

Above Tianjing City, accompanied by the mist is the aroma of various foods, mixed together, with a strong aroma in the clearness.

Various snacks and breakfasts have been placed in the streets and alleys.

People in Tianjing City often go out to eat breakfast. This is a habit. Whether they are from poor families or rich families, they all come out to eat breakfast.

So breakfast in Tianjing City is particularly lively.

The poor eat hurriedly at street stalls, while the rich eat slowly in restaurants and enjoy leisurely.

Whether it is a street snack stall or a restaurant, people are discussing one thing while eating: the monk Fakong is giving a lecture at Xiaomiaolian Temple today.

People exchange news with each other and call friends.

Some believe in Buddhism, and some do not. Buddhists are excited and yearning. They have been fascinated by the monk Fakong for a long time. Finally, they can listen to the monk Fakong’s lecture in person. It is a rare opportunity that must not be missed.

There are also those who do not believe in Buddhism, often martial arts masters.

They are curious and playful.

Most people know that the monk Fakong has amazing magical powers and profound Buddhist teachings, but few people know how good his martial arts are.

These martial arts masters were thinking whether to challenge Fakong in public at Xiaomiaolian Temple and humiliate Fakong.

These martial arts masters had a hidden hostility towards Fakong. After all, Fakong was a disciple of Daxueshan and was the original enemy of Dayong.

Dayong's martial arts world had long been resentful of Daxueshan. Defeating a disciple of Daxueshan, especially a disciple like Fakong, would surely make all the martial arts masters of Dayong proud and grateful to themselves as the winner, and naturally become famous all over the world.

"It is said that the Buddhist teachings of the monk Fakong have reached an incredible level, and they must not be missed."

"No matter how profound it is, how can it be better than the national teacher and the monk Yuande?"

"That may not be the case. I heard that the monk Yuande and the monk Fakong have a close relationship and feel inferior to the Buddhist teachings of the monk Fakong."

"That's just the modesty of the monk Yuande."

"A monk like Yuande must be disdainful of politeness. He is strong if he is strong and weak if he is weak. He is open and aboveboard."

"If he is really stronger than the monk Yuande, he is not as good as the national teacher."

"Then we have to listen to the truth."

"We have to hurry to take a seat. It will start in half an hour."

"Hurry up, just eat less. Filling your stomach is a small matter, but Buddhism is a big matter."

"Let's go."

Several people put down their bowls and chopsticks in a hurry and left.

Several martial arts masters nearby showed disdain and shook their heads.

Buddhism is just a trick to deceive people. People live for one life, and plants and trees only last for one autumn. There is no such thing as past and future lives. Just live well in this life.

If you want to live well in this life, you need strong martial arts. No matter how deep the Buddhism is, it is useless. It can neither protect your life nor support your family.

As for the lectures of Master Fakong, it doesn't hurt to listen to it and see how he fools people.

From the sky, a crowd of people slowly flocked to Xiao Miaolian Temple and gathered outside Xiao Miaolian Temple. In a short while, there were thousands of people.

As time passed, the crowd continued to increase, from one thousand to two thousand to three thousand to four thousand... until more than six thousand people.

Xiao Miaolian Temple was already densely packed with people, stretching to two hundred meters away, and people were still joining.

There were already more than a dozen monks outside Xiao Miaolian Temple, maintaining order to avoid accidents due to crowding.

Looking at more and more people, Monk Yuande standing on the steps of Xiao Miaolian Temple looked solemn and dignified.

He had expected that there would be many people, so he prepared in advance, and so far it had not exceeded expectations.

A middle-aged monk came to him and said with his hands together: "Nephew, do you want to stop the believers from coming over again to avoid any accidents."

Monk Yuande glanced at him and shook his head slowly.

He saw through the middle-aged monk's mind at a glance. He was not afraid of accidents, but did not want the influence of Fakong to spread too much.

"Nephew, if we continue to gather here, it might be dangerous if there are people with ulterior motives."

"It's okay, send ten more people to maintain order."

"...Yes." The middle-aged monk looked at him helplessly and agreed with a sigh.