Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

When the two came to the gate of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, Faning suddenly stopped, felt something strange, and turned his head to take a look.

The people at the front were very strange.

Faning was in the Divine Yuan Realm after all, and his talent was amazing, and his intuition was also extremely sharp. He felt that the aura of these people was strong, and they were all masters of the Divine Yuan Realm.

He looked at them intently.

There were four masters of the Divine Yuan Realm, and one was so unfathomable that he couldn't even tell his realm.

Then there was only one possible first-grade!

His expression suddenly became solemn.

Then he thought of the great-grandfather Hui Ling in the temple, and there were six people like himself, plus his senior brother, who could handle it.

Zhou Yang looked at one of them curiously, smiled at the middle-aged man, and bowed to him.

Faning found that he was strange and turned his head to look at him.

Zhou Yang whispered: "It's the princess's guard uncle."

Faning suddenly thought of their identity, Prince Xin!

He bowed to Chu Xiang.

Although he didn't understand why Prince Xin didn't just come over and let someone inform him, but had to line up outside.

But he respected Prince Xin very much and thought he was a rare good prince, so he went forward and knocked on the door.

After Yuansheng opened the door, Faning said: "Uncle Yuansheng, let these donors come in first."

"The abbot hasn't come back yet, it's not time to open the door yet." Yuansheng said coldly.

Faning hurriedly said: "Let them come in first this time."

Yuansheng shook his head: "Rules cannot be abolished."

Faning looked at him helplessly.

Yuansheng snorted coldly: "Faning, are you going to break the rules?"

Fakong had no choice but to say: "Okay, Uncle Yuansheng, don't close the door first."

He waved his sleeves.

Zhou Yang ran away.

A moment later, Fakong and Lin Feiyang came slowly, clasping their hands together as they walked.

He came to Prince Xin Chu Xiang and said with a smile: "Why are you so polite, Prince?"

Chu Xiang was wearing a purple robe, with a golden dragon faintly embroidered on the chest with dark gold thread.

He looked handsome and smiled and clasped his hands together: "I am also a pilgrim, of course I still have to follow the rules."

Fakong stretched out his hand: "Prince, please!"

He nodded to Yuansheng: "Uncle Master, please open the door earlier today."

"Yes, Abbot." Yuansheng replied coldly.

Fakong glanced around and didn't see Mingyue Xiu Niang and the others. It was obvious that they thought there were too many people and too messy.

Fakong was quite disappointed.

More than a hundred faith powers are enough to make it rain.

"Prince, please!" Fakong stretched out his hand and picked up the teacup.

The two sat at the stone table in his yard behind. Lin Feiyang had already brought the tea, and they each took a sip.

Slowly putting down the teacup, Chu Xiang said: "Master, did it really rain?"

"The Cloud-Moving Rain Mantra." Fakong smiled and said: "Speaking of which, it was given by the prince."

Chu Xiang was surprised: "Huh?"

He really couldn't think of what this rain-making mantra had to do with him.

Fakong took out the wordless Buddhist scripture from his arms and smiled: "It is recorded here. It is really a magical mantra."

Chu Xiang glanced at it and found it was blank. He flipped through it again and finally shook his head: "Nothing."

Fakong smiled and said: "Only those who are destined to see it can see it. The prince has no fate with it."

He guessed that it should be the power of faith, or it could be the power of Buddha, that can see the prayer on it.

Chu Xiang laughed and said, "I didn't expect it to be the mantra in this Buddhist scripture. I wonder how much rain it can bring?"

Fakong pondered and shook his head: "I don't know yet. I need to perform it several times to find out."

Chu Xiang was refreshed: "Master, why don't you come to our disaster camp to make it rain, relieve their anxiety and give them hope."

"Your Majesty, no matter how powerful the mantra is, it may not be able to rain over a large area."

"That's different."

"...Okay." Fakong nodded slowly.

He was just going with the flow.

He was thinking of performing this mantra in the disaster camp to fulfill their wishes and gain merit.

The merit this time should be much greater than last time.

Last time, only two fingers could be changed. What about this time? A palm, or an arm?

If the number of people who wished was in a certain proportion to the area of ​​practice of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, then this time, maybe the whole body could be changed directly!

If the whole body can be changed, then at what level of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, would it be completely not afraid of the first rank?

Fakong smiled as he imagined a better life.

"Master, I'm ready to start." Chu Xiang said slowly.

Asking Fakong to go to the disaster camp to cast the Cloud and Rain Spell was just a small matter. His fundamental purpose of coming to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple was not this, but what he was talking about now.

Fakong frowned: "Are you going to Dayong for revenge?"

"We must get rid of Huangquan Valley!" Chu Xiang said in a deep voice: "I have cooperated with the chief of the external department, and I have selected some masters from the Shenwu Mansion to cooperate with the Green Clothes External Department."

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't tell me about this." Fakong said: "It's better to keep it secret."

Chu Xiang smiled indifferently: "Of course, this matter is kept secret from others. If you can't trust the master, who else can I trust?!"

Fakong shook his head.

"Master, what do you think the chances of success are?" Chu Xiang asked.

Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep, like a bottomless pool.

Chu Xiang actually felt that his body was tilted forward and fell into the deep pool, so he concentrated and stabilized his body.

Fakong's eyes flashed with strange light, and he shook his head slowly.

"Can't succeed?" Chu Xiang asked hurriedly.

Fakong sighed: "It's a trap."

"Huh?"

"They will set a trap. The information obtained by the Foreign Affairs Office was deliberately released by Prince Chun." Fakong shook his head: "The secret agent of the Foreign Affairs Office has been exposed, but he just doesn't know it."

"Exposed?!" Chu Xiang's face changed slightly.

Exposed means that this person is in danger and may have died.

Fakong nodded slowly.

"How is it possible..."

"Prince, this kind of thing is too likely." Fakong smiled: "Like that Minister Xie, isn't it the same?"

"Alas!" Chu Xiang sighed, his face gloomy.

He felt heavy when he thought that the secret agent was implicated because of this matter.

He had not taken action yet, but he had already lost manpower. There was nothing worse than this, which cast a shadow on this revenge.

"Master, if you take action now, can you save that person?"

"... Difficult." Fakong shook his head.

His magical power needs to be located.

If it is located, a divine foot can pass through and save him.

But now he can't help.

"Master, please save him." Chu Xiang said, "I really don't want him to die because of this."

Fakong frowned and thought.

If it was something else, he really wouldn't care.

He was just a monk, not a savior.

If you can, you can still lend a hand and get the power of faith, which will become your future resources and a must for achieving Vajra.

This kind of thing is worth lending a hand to save. In an extremely desperate situation, saving it is likely to gain the power of faith, and it will not be a waste of effort.

But this matter is indeed very troublesome.

"Please ask Si Zheng to provide the man's belongings and tokens so that he can be sensed and there is hope of saving him."

"Okay!" Chu Xiang immediately got up and left.

Fakong said, "Your Majesty."

Chu Xiang stopped.

Fakong shook his head and said, "Let's stop the revenge for the time being and look for opportunities. There is no rush."

"...Okay." Chu Xiang's face was gloomy.

He was extremely unwilling, but if he jumped into it knowing that it was a trap, he would be a fool, taking the lives of his men lightly.

Those who were chosen to carry out the assassination were all top masters, and missing one would be a huge loss.

"Monk, do you really want to help save people?" Lin Feiyang asked curiously.

Fakong nodded slowly.

"This is not like you, Monk."

"This time it depends on you."

"Me?" Lin Feiyang was startled, and then eager to try: "I will save it?"

"No problem?"

"Absolutely no problem!" Lin Feiyang said excitedly: "Leave it to me, I will definitely bring it back intact!"

Fakong pondered for a moment and waved his hand.

Lin Feiyang came over.

Fakong put his left index finger and middle finger together and gently tapped his forehead.

Lin Feiyang suddenly froze, motionless as if he had turned into a statue.

After a moment, he woke up and said with emotion: "The Heaven Covering Sun Skill, you can actually practice the Heaven Covering Sun Skill, monk!"

Fakong said: "Practice it as soon as possible, and you will be more confident in saving people."

"Even if I don't practice it, I can still cover my breath." Lin Feiyang said proudly: "My current Yuying Zhenjing is not the same as before."

Fakong said: "It is safer to practice this,... Can't you practice it?"

"Impossible!" Lin Feiyang said proudly: "You have figured it out so clearly, how could I still not practice it!... Maybe it just takes a little time."

"As soon as possible." Fakong said.

"Okay."

An hour later, Xin Wang Chuxiang appeared in front of Fakong again.

A middle-aged man followed him, with a sturdy and strong figure, ordinary appearance, and bright eyes, as if he could see through people's hearts directly.

Dressed in a black robe, the whole person looked gloomy and cold.

"This is Zeng Qingyuan, the chief of the Green Outer Division."

Zeng Qingyuan clasped his hands together: "Meet Master Fakong."

"Chief Zeng, nice to meet you." Fakong clasped his hands together and bowed.

"Master, did you say that my subordinate has been exposed?"

"Yes."

"I don't know..."

"Chief!" Chu Xiang frowned and said: "Master, you have the ability to see the future with your clairvoyance. You don't have to doubt this. Am I a fool?"

"Hehe..." Zeng Qingyuan's gloomy face smiled, and he suddenly became completely different. His temperament seemed to have changed into another person: "Your Majesty is certainly not a fool, but Zeng is really seeing the supernatural power for the first time, so..."

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

This Zeng Qingyuan will never become a believer, so there is no need to tell him too much, and there is no need to explain too much.

It is his subordinates who saved him, not his own subordinates.

"Hurry up, stop talking!" Chu Xiang said dissatisfiedly: "Take out his token, and then take out his personal belongings!... There is not so much time to dawdle!"

"This is a token." Zeng Qingyuan smiled and took out a jade waist plate from his arms. It was semi-circular and obviously broken.

"This is a personal belonging." He took out another thing.

It was a small wooden sword, exquisite and delicate, only the length of the middle finger, a few centimeters shorter than a dagger.

Fakong took it, and his eyes suddenly became deep and unfathomable.

"It turned out to be a woman?" Fakong looked up at Zeng Qingyuan.

Zeng Qingyuan exclaimed: "Master is really powerful!"

Except for himself, no one knew that this secret agent was a woman.

It seems that Prince Xin is not confused. There are really magical powers in this world.