Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong raised his head and looked at Monk Huiling, his eyes suddenly becoming blank.

Monk Huiling said: "Abbot, is it okay for Xiao Qingluo to stay? Abbot?...Abbot?"

Fakong looked at him blankly, as if he was distracted.

"Little Qingluo should really stay here, and she should practice martial arts and lay the foundation. Don't miss the good opportunity." Lin Feiyang nodded in agreement.

"Senior brother, it's true." Faning also agreed.

He agreed not because Zhou Yang had no companions and was haggard, but because he really felt that it was time to build the foundation, just like Zhou Yang, who had already started.

If Xu Qingluo is late, she may miss the golden period of foundation building, which would be a pity. Even if her qualifications are good enough, she will still be a little behind.

In the early stage, this difference can be made up by strong qualifications, and it is not noticeable. But in the later stage, this small difference may be a huge difference, it may be the difference between the second grade and the first grade.

Zhou Yang nodded wildly in his heart, but his face was calm and cool, as if he didn't care whether Xu Qingluo stayed or not.

Fakong looked at Monk Huiling blankly, already immersed in what he saw.

Monk Huiling followed Monk Zhiyuan from a distance and found that Monk Zhiyuan's aura suddenly became stronger, so he concluded that he had taken action with someone.

He approached quietly and saw three old men besieging Monk Zhiyuan, including Master Murong.

He was angry when he saw Master Murong, but he suppressed his anger and did not rush to take action. He only watched from the side.

Monk Zhiyuan saw that there was no way to escape the situation, so he resolutely used the secret technique of dying together. After a lifetime of cultivation, he tried his best to receive a Chenghai Seal, which hit three people at the same time.

Four people were seriously injured at the same time.

Monk Zhiyuan was the most seriously injured and was dying.

At this time, Monk Huiling was annoyed that he had taken action too late, so he hurriedly carried Monk Zhiyuan on his back and ran away, trying hard to avoid Master Murong's Chenghai Seal and running with his head down.

If he didn't come back to the abbot to cast a Buddhist mantra to save his life, the fate of the monk Zhiyuan would be in question.

Master Murong and the three men pursued him unwillingly, hoping to kill Monk Zhiyuan completely to avoid causing trouble.

Unfortunately, they were all injured, but Monk Huiling, with his superb qinggong skills, quickly carried Monk Zhiyuan into the city and back to the outer courtyard.

If Master Murong and the others dare to kill people in Shenjing City, they will definitely be struck by the thunder of Shenwu Palace.

So we can only retreat unwillingly.

Dusk was rising, with a trace of red cloud remaining in the western sky, while the rest of the place began to dim.

Fakong was deep in thought, replaying the scenes in his mind, focusing his attention on Master Murong and the other three.

Assessing their injuries.

"Abbot?" Monk Huiling saw that he was getting clearer and asked again.

"Uncle, are their injuries serious?" Fakong asked.

His hands suddenly formed seals.

Monk Huiling suddenly felt the nectar falling, and his body recovered faster and faster.

Fa Kong kept stacking the rejuvenation spell.

At the same time, Monk Zhiyuan in the Feitian Temple also felt something strange. The wine surged in and his injuries recovered quickly.

Under the infusion of fine wine, the injury could not be recovered quickly.

Monk Huiling chuckled and said, "The palm strength exerted by the old bald donkey Zhiyuan is enough for them to drink a pot!"

"How long do they estimate it will take to recover?"

"Even if you take the magic pill, I'm afraid it will take more than a month." Monk Huiling said: "You can't recover within a month... Hehe, they don't have a rejuvenation spell!"

"Yeah, they don't have a rejuvenation spell..." Fakong thought thoughtfully.

Even when he was speaking, his hands were still forming seals and he was still casting the rejuvenation spell, and he had reached the state of silent expression.

There is no need to recite the mantra with your mouth, you just need to form seals and recite the Medicine Buddha in conjunction with it.

"Monk," Lin Feiyang said, "Why are you concerned about their injuries? Do you still have to deal with them?"

He was dissatisfied with Fa Kong's diversion.

Unexpectedly, Qing Luo's big eyes suddenly dimmed, and disappointment and loss welled up on her face. This master was also extremely cruel.

So what if she stays in the temple? Although Qingluo is a girl, she is just a child.

Fakong looked at Monk Huiling.

Monk Huiling's little eyes blinked and gradually brightened: "Abbott, do you really want to deal with them?"

He suddenly became eager to act.

His body was filled with jelly-like power, making him full of vitality, and his injuries had almost recovered.

The rejuvenation spell is really miraculous.

At this time, Master Murong's three old guys were still seriously injured, and even using their Chenghai Dao elixir was of no use.

The first-level power is not so easy to expel, and the damage caused by the first-level power is not so easy to recover.

He only has the Rejuvenation Spell, otherwise Master Murong's seal would be enough for him to struggle for a month.

Fakong smiled and said: "Uncle Master, if we take action, can the two of you suppress the three of them?"

"No problem!" Monk Huiling's little eyes shone, his Zhanzhan divine light flashed, and he said proudly: "They are sick cats now! ... Old Bald Donkey and I will deal with the three of them, there is absolutely no problem, let's do it!"

He turned around and went to find Monk Zhiyuan.

Monk Zhiyuan had already floated over and landed beside him silently.

"Hey, old bald donkey, have you figured it out too?"

"Kill him back!" Monk Zhiyuan said coldly.

Speaking of hatred, he hated Master Murong and the three of them the most. To attack his woman was to touch his skin, and the murderous intention in his heart surged like a river.

"Yes, fight back!" Monk Huiling said excitedly: "Let's go!"

He looked at Fakong: "Abbott, we may have to heal our wounds later, so you better not go away."

"Monk, you didn't check that guy before, it turned out that you were waiting for the old monk."

Lin Feiyang finally realized what was going on.

He clearly said that he would come back to check the mastermind behind that group of guys, but after coming back, he didn't make any moves. Instead, he stayed in the temple without moving, as if he was not in a hurry at all.

He originally wanted to urge him twice after the meal, but now he knew that Fakong was waiting for Monk Huiling, because he calculated that Monk Huiling would be injured.

Fakong clasped his hands together: "Master, be careful."

Monk Huiling narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Humph, dare to attack our Daxueshan Sect's first-rank, I think Chenghai Dao has eaten a bear heart and a leopard's courage!"

Monk Zhiyuan frowned: "Why are you still talking so much, if you want to do it, hurry up!"

"Let's go!" Monk Huiling jumped up, rushed out in the air, turned into a shadow and disappeared into the twilight.

Monk Zhiyuan clasped his hands together to Fakong and also shot into the twilight.

Fakong picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

"Monk, can they succeed?" Lin Feiyang asked.

Faning said: "Brother, I think it's too risky. A first-grade master, if something happens..."

Any first-grade master is very important to the sect, and is a real deterrent.

If Master Huiling's great-grandfather were to have any misfortune, the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple would immediately become a place without a first-grade guard. I don't know what would happen.

Generally speaking, when you reach the first grade, you rarely fight. Once you do, it's a matter of life and death for the sect.

Like this time, it's really not right to fight for grudges. It's unnecessary. The weight of a first-grade master is so important that you shouldn't do these things.

Fakong shook his head: "Chenghai Dao is so rampant. If we don't give it a heavy blow, where is the dignity of our Daxueshan Sect? In recent years, the power of the Demon Sect has skyrocketed. It's time to suppress it. The Demon Sect has always been afraid of power but not virtue. We can't be polite to them. We have to suppress and beat them."

"...Yes." Faning nodded helplessly.

Although he didn't agree, he wouldn't refute Fakong's ideas. He felt that Fakong would not be wrong.

Even if he didn't agree with Fakong's orders, he would do it.

"Hey, I'll go and see." Lin Feiyang said: "First-class masters fighting, it's eye-opening."

Xu Qingluo opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

Although she also wanted to see the first-class masters fighting, she knew she was not suitable to go, so there was no need to mention it, it would only add to the trouble.

Fakong looked at him.

Lin Feiyang said: "They can't find me, don't worry."

He had tried it. When he hid in the shadows, Monk Huiling couldn't find it either, so he could peek boldly.

Fakong nodded: "In fact, there should be no difference between them and the second- and third-grade masters of the Divine Origin Realm."

In his own eyes, the first-grade masters have a halo behind their heads.

But in the eyes of ordinary people, the first-grade masters are no different from the masters of the Divine Origin Realm.

The difference is the inner qualities.

The indestructible spiritual will is mixed in the Gang Qi, which is very difficult to eliminate. People below the first grade will be killed by the Gang Qi of the first-grade masters.

Unless there is a help from a first-grade master, there is hope of survival.

This is the importance of the first-grade masters.

For a sect without a first-grade master, the disciples can only watch and wait for death when they are injured by a first-grade master, unable to save them.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything, just watch." Lin Feiyang knew how powerful the first-grade masters were, and of course he wouldn't cause trouble.

Fakong nodded: "Go."

"Monk, you're not going?" Lin Feiyang asked in surprise.

Fakong said, "I'll go over later."

"Okay, I'll go." Lin Feiyang couldn't help his curiosity and smiled at Zhou Yang and Xu Qingluo, "Little Zhou Yang, Little Qingluo, you two should practice well. You see, there's a lot of excitement now and you can't go to see it. Let's go."

He smiled proudly and disappeared in a flash.

Zhou Yang sighed and glanced at Faning.

Faning was embarrassed.

He was disliked by his apprentice, and it was obvious that he blamed himself for not being able to become a first-class master and not being able to take him to see the excitement.

Didn't he know that becoming a first-class master requires not only qualifications but also luck and time.

But it's useless to tell him these things now.

Fakong's eyes became as deep as a bottomless ancient pool. He looked towards the direction of the South City Gate and saw Huiling and Zhiyuan flying out of the South City Gate and continuing to go south.

Seeing them come to a mountain forest, then enter a village, and then see the three old men of Master Murong coming out to greet them.

The three old men of Master Murong were all pale, their injuries had not healed yet, they stared coldly at Monk Huiling and Monk Zhiyuan, their faces became uglier.

They found that Monk Huiling was different from Monk Zhiyuan, he had recovered from his injuries, as if he had never been injured.

The injuries of the three of them were still serious, and they had not been able to expel Monk Zhiyuan's palm power.

Feitian Temple's martial arts pay the most attention to purity, not only the pure energy, but also the pure spirit, it is very difficult to destroy it.

"Hehe, Murong old thief, today is your death day!" Monk Huiling shouted: "Die!"

He rushed directly to Master Murong.

He had long disliked Master Murong and had always wanted to deal with him, but unfortunately he was not Master Murong's opponent.

This time, Master Murong was injured, it was his best opportunity to vent all his previous cowardice!

When he thought of this, he was very proud, and the Vajra Palm had turned golden, colliding with Master Murong's Guiji Palm.

"Bang!" The two of them collided like rubber balls and bounced away.

Then the muffled sound of "bang bang bang bang" continued, like rubber balls colliding and bouncing away again and again.

The Vajra Palm is extremely masculine and strong, and it is extremely powerful.

The Return to Silence Palm continued to dissipate the palm power, and for a moment it was difficult to tell who would win.