Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The gray-haired old man had indifferent eyes, his body swayed and swayed, as if he was walking on the waves, and he lightly avoided their attacks.

He had the power to fight back, but he didn't fight back. He just dodged, just to consume their strength. The secret technique that overdrafted potential could not last long.

The more they delayed and drained their strength, the weaker the power of their final secret technique of mutual destruction would be.

"Uncle Master..." Wang Qingshan, who was lying on the ground, woke up faintly and murmured: "Find... find Fakong... he... he can save... save me."

"Bang bang!" The gray-haired old man accelerated instantly, formed seals with his hands, and gently pressed on the chests of the two opponents.

"Pop!" The sound of small stones thrown into a deep well came from the two people's bodies, as if something exploded.

The two people's bodies froze, and their fiery red eyes suddenly dimmed, as if two flames were extinguished by water, and they fell to the ground softly as if their bones were taken out.

He stepped in front of Wang Qingshan: "Qingshan, can Monk Fakong save you?"

"Yes... He can save me... Uncle..." Wang Qingshan tried to stretch out his hand.

The gray-haired old man bent down and picked him up: "I'll go find him, hold on!"

"..." Wang Qingshan concentrated his mind and breath, trying to stay awake.

At this time, in Guanyun Tower, Fakong retracted his gaze from the window, his eyes as deep as an ancient pond, and said to Lin Feiyang: "Let's go to the disaster camp."

"Okay." Lin Feiyang agreed happily.

The two stood up.

Fakong clasped his hands together and saluted everyone. The purple-gold cassock shone slightly, turning into a purple-gold light belt that passed through everyone and out of Guanyun Tower.

"So Master Fakong is a martial arts master!"

"Nonsense, I don't want to know where Master Fakong comes from, the Great Snow Mountain Sect!"

"Yes, I almost forgot."

"But Master Fakong has never used martial arts before, but today he is abnormal!"

"I guess there is something urgent."

"I wonder what Master Fakong's cultivation is?"

"Master Fakong is a divine monk, his cultivation must not be low, at least Tianyuan, right?"

"Well, in my opinion, it is indeed Tianyuan."

"At such a young age, he is already a Tianyuan master, which is already amazing."

Tianyuan masters are considered masters outside, but not first-class masters. But think about Master Fakong's young age, and he also has to practice Buddhism, so of course he can't focus on practicing martial arts.

After all, human energy is limited.

So being a Tianyuan master is already good.

Fakong is now famous, and the title of divine monk is endless, so people's attitude is naturally tolerant.

It's okay if the Buddhism is powerful, and it doesn't matter if the martial arts are not so strong.

Most of Fakong's cultivation was hidden in the Medicine Buddha statue, and he only showed his cultivation in the Tianyuan realm, and never showed his cultivation in the Shenyuan realm.

This was also to keep a trump card.

"Monk, why did we rush to the disaster camp? Did something happen?" The two flew through the city.

Fakong shook his head: "They are going back home, so we still have to take a look."

Their faith power is huge, so of course we have to harvest a wave.

And they are going to scatter, and it is difficult for them to gather together like this, so it is difficult to harvest faith power.

This is really a great loss for him.

Unfortunately, he can't make more than 20,000 strings of Buddhist beads, nor can he make more than 20,000 strings of Buddha statues.

It seems that he still needs to bless something in the outer courtyard to facilitate the harvest of faith power. Unfortunately, these pilgrims have very few real faith power.

The gray-haired old man holding Wang Qingshan is like a stream of light, crossing alleys, and finally appeared in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

The outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple was closed in the twilight.

The outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple is famous throughout the city of Shenjing for its short opening hours.

It opens after breakfast in the morning and closes before dinner in the evening. Those who have a livelihood cannot come to burn incense, and they cannot come even if they want to.

This caused a lot of complaints, but the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple did not intend to change and remained the same.

Some pilgrims did not come because of this, but more pilgrims wanted to come.

When the gray-haired old man appeared, Monk Huiling, who was lying on the bell wood and sulking, sat up suddenly and understood why Fakong did not invite him to dinner together and insisted on keeping him.

He turned his head and glared at him.

After the first-class master sees the truth, the light of nature condenses, the body will undergo strange changes, and a strong magnetic field will be formed, which has a strong induction to each other.

The first-class grandmaster does not need to meet, once they are close to a certain range, they can sense each other.

This strong magnetic field cannot be hidden.

The Heaven Covering Sun Skill can conceal the breath and energy of a first-class Grandmaster, but it cannot conceal this magnetic field.

"Who is it?!" Monk Huiling jumped up and landed outside the temple gate, staring at the gray-haired old man in front of him with his small eyes.

The gray-haired old man has a handsome appearance. He must have been a handsome man when he was young. He has a full forehead, sharp facial features, a straight nose and a square jaw. His slightly sunken eyes are as bright as torches, shining directly into people's hearts.

"Hey, it's you, old man Murong!" Monk Huiling sneered: "You are so brave to come to our Vajra Temple!"

"Hui Ling, where is Fakong?"

"What are you looking for the abbot for?" Monk Huiling glanced at the dying Wang Qingshan: "You want to save this kid's life?"

"Yes!" Master Murong said in a deep voice: "Please ask Fakong to save his life, and you will be rewarded!"

"The abbot has gone out to eat." Monk Huiling pointed to the Suzaku Avenue: "I hope we can still make it now. I guess we'll finish eating soon. After eating, we'll go out for a walk, but I don't know where we'll go."

"Thank you." Master Murong flashed with Wang Qingshan in his arms and entered the Suzaku Avenue.

There were many people on the Suzaku Avenue, and he was like a fish, agile and free, without slowing down.

Monk Huiling first greeted Monk Zhiyuan, and suddenly rushed out and chased to Master Murong, laughing: "Old Murong, how did you get hurt?"

"Assassination." Master Murong said in a deep voice.

"Oh, it's all you Demon Sect assassinating others, and there's anyone who dares to assassinate your Demon Sect? It's the law of reincarnation, which master is so bold, tell me."

"..." Master Murong was silent.

"Could it be from our Great Snow Mountain Sect?" Monk Huiling laughed, "If it is really from our Great Snow Mountain Sect, this kid is dead and can't die any more."

"...It should not be our Daqian master!" Master Murong said slowly.

He recalled the techniques and secrets of the six people before.

Such top martial arts and secrets are rarely hidden and unknown, unless they are not from Daqian.

"If it is not from Daqian, then who is it?" Monk Huiling was even more curious: "Dayong, Dayun? Did you offend them? No way?"

"...We are here." Master Murong said in a deep voice.

If it was not for saving Wang Qingshan, he would not bother to talk to Monk Huiling, but now it is not appropriate to offend him.

The two of them flashed and went to Guanyun Tower.

Monk Huiling came to the table, which was empty and the food on it had been cleaned up.

"Where are the people?" Master Murong asked in a deep voice.

Monk Huiling called the waiter to ask, and the waiter said that Master Fakong had left and did not know where he went.

Monk Huiling said helplessly to Master Murong: "Look, we are a step late. Can you still hold on, little guy?"

"Where did you go?!" Master Murong asked hurriedly.

The waiter shook his head in embarrassment and said he didn't know.

Monk Huiling said: "The abbot likes to wander around. Who knows where he is now? We can't search the whole city, right?"

Master Murong looked down at Wang Qingshan.

Even if Wang Qingshan had the elixir to keep him alive, he was too seriously injured. He was already weak and couldn't hold on for too long.

"Does anyone know where Master Fakong went? One hundred taels of silver!" Master Murong shouted in a deep voice.

His voice was clearly heard by every diner.

"I know!" A young man in brocade clothes stretched out his hand and said loudly: "Master Fakong seems to have gone to the disaster camp outside the East City."

A silver note floated out of Master Murong's sleeve, fluttering without wind, and slowly fell on the table of the young man in brocade clothes.

The young man in brocade clothes widened his eyes. It was indeed one hundred taels of silver.

He was overjoyed, and he grabbed it like a hungry dog, quickly put it in his arms, and laughed triumphantly.

Monk Huiling looked at him deeply, and he had already remembered this kid, ready to give him a lesson when he had the chance.

"Let's go." Master Murong said in a deep voice.

"Then you go, I won't go." Monk Huiling shook his head: "The disaster camp, tut tut, I can't bear to see others suffer."

Master Murong's mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled faintly: "Huiling, aren't you worried that I will harm Fakong?"

"I came here just to be curious, why should I be afraid that you will harm the abbot?" Monk Huiling snorted: "If you have a clear mind, you should know what not to do, let's go."

He got out of the window and disappeared in a flash.

Master Murong also got out, like a goshawk spreading its wings and gliding, floating over the roofs, and came to the East City Gate.

The East City Gate has been sealed and cannot be entered or exited for the time being.

He carried Wang Qingshan and passed through the city gate. Before the city guards could fire their crossbows, he disappeared without a trace, causing the city guards to curse him.

But it was easy to break through the city gate, but not the military camp.

He came to the front of the camp and shouted: "Master Murong of Chenghai Road greets His Royal Highness Prince Xin."

Prince Xin was reading the files handed over by Yue Minghui in the big tent, which recorded the information of those captured by Shenwu Mansion.

Yue Minghui looked at him cautiously. Prince Xin's face was extremely gloomy, and his eyes were shining with cold light.

Hearing this voice coming in, Chu Xiang slowly stood up and snorted: "Are these monks crazy?"

"Indeed crazy." Yue Minghui nodded hurriedly.

Chu Xiang walked slowly to the front of the camp, saw Master Murong, and said in a deep voice: "What can I do for you, Mr. Murong?"

Although he did not recognize Master Murong, he sensed that Master Murong was a grandmaster.

"I wonder if Fakong is here?" Master Murong said in a deep voice.

Chu Xiang said, "What does Mr. Murong want to see Master Fakong for?"

"Save people." Master Murong said, "Your Highness, human lives are at stake. We cannot delay. Where is Fakong?"

Chu Xiang said, "Master Fakong has left."

He glanced at Wang Qingshan and frowned, "Who is this..."

Master Murong said solemnly, "Wang Qingshan, a disciple of Chenghai Dao, is now a member of the Green Clothes Department of the imperial court."

"Wang Qingshan?" Chu Xiang was stunned, "The Wang Qingshan of the Heaven Covering Sun Skill?"

He took a step forward and looked at Wang Qingshan.

Master Murong was tense, subconsciously guarding against him, and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness knows Qingshan?"

"How could he do that?!" Chu Xiang frowned, "He can't make any mistakes!... Master Fakong has indeed left, and he just left not long ago. What a coincidence!"

He shook his head.

Wang Qingshan is very important. He is related to Dayong's cleaning up Huangquan Valley and even Prince Chun. Nothing can happen. Otherwise, where can we find such a talent?