Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong nodded slowly.

Li Ying really won't give up.

I don’t know what method she will use to impress her next time she comes, so that she has to use her magical powers to help.

She asked for help again and again, and she seemed to be at a disadvantage, but in fact she was constantly testing herself, observing and studying herself, and figuring out herself.

Able to bend and stretch, she is truly a woman and a man.

The group returned to the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple and the door opened.

Pilgrims began to enter the Mahavira Hall in an endless stream to offer incense.

People came to offer incense one after another, out of curiosity.

I am curious about what this living divine monk, who can call the wind and rain, looks like, and what the Vajra Temple looks like with such a divine monk.

And while waiting in line, you can also say a word to Fakong.

Fakong didn't pay much attention to these pilgrims. They were not believers, they just responded and greeted politely.

This indifferent attitude is completely different from the value other temples place on pilgrims. Some don't come if they feel uncomfortable, while some find it new and feel that this is the true demeanor of an eminent monk.

After Fakong returned to the hospital, he continued to study Murong Master's white memory pearl and tried his best to pull it into the Medicine Buddha's brow.

But in the emptiness of my mind, there was not much I could do. I tried to let go of the hand of the Medicine Buddha statue, and grabbed the white bead, trying to force it into the center of my eyebrows.

But this bead is strange. When Medicine Buddha presses his hand on it, it passes directly through it, as if passing through a shadow.

It turned out to be imaginary.

At this point, I was helpless.

Master Murong's memory was only one foot away from him. It was really close at hand, but it was like a chasm in the sky. It was like a piece of fat that could not be eaten.

After researching for a long time, it still didn’t work.

Simply put it down and do something else. Maybe you will have a flash of inspiration and find a solution.

He and Lin Feiyang left the outer courtyard, avoided Zhuque Avenue, walked west from another avenue, and finally came to Tianhe Alley.

Tianhe Alley sounds like its name is an alley, but it is actually a spacious street.

One look here shows that the residents are either rich or expensive.

The bluestone floor is spacious and flat, clean and a bit spotless.

There are two strings of red lanterns hanging at the entrance of every mansion.

The red lacquered door and three rows of copper nails shone golden in the sunlight.

A strong aura of wealth and honor came to my face.

Lin Feiyang looked at the mansion in front of him: "You want to live here?"

"Um."

"No wonder you can take out ten thousand taels of silver." Lin Feiyang nodded: "I'll go in and take a look."

He flashed and disappeared into the shadows under the wall, and the next moment he appeared on the other side of the wall.

This is the art of shadow escape. The body seems to turn into reality, becoming a shadow, blending into the shadow, and the position within the shadow can change according to the mind.

Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep, like boundless ancient pools, faintly shining towards the door.

The red lacquer door quickly turned into nothingness, the screen wall inside the door also turned into nothingness, and then the hall.

There was a chubby middle-aged man with a short build in the hall, who was reading a book with a frown on his face.

He suddenly put down the book, picked up the tea cup on the coffee table, took a sip, slowly put down the tea cup, and looked solemnly at the sky outside the door.

Fakong's eyes continued to look deeper and saw his future.

Frowning, Fakong looked away, thoughtfully.

Then, Fakong's eyes began to become confused, and he used Fate Power. He looked through the door and the screen wall again and saw the middle-aged man.

Lin Feiyang appeared beside him in a flash, shook his head and said, "It's really weird. There are only two servants in this family."

Fakong nodded slowly.

"It's really economical to have only two servants in such a big house." Lin Feiyang said puzzledly: "It's quite difficult for two people to maintain such a big house."

"Knock on the door." Fakong said.

Lin Feiyang said: "Knock on the door? And knock on the door? Just go in!"

This guy wants to kill Xu Qingluo, so he is an enemy, so why be polite!

Fakong glanced at him.

"Okay, knock on the door, knock on the door." Lin Feiyang reluctantly agreed, stepped forward and knocked on the copper ring on the red lacquer door.

The copper ring was shiny and polished until it was coated with pulp.

"Papa!" Two sounds made the short-built middle-aged man in the room startled, staring in the direction of the door with a gloomy expression.

A thin old man opened the door a crack and looked at Fa Kong and Lin Feiyang with a questioning look on his face.

Fakong Heshi said: "My father-in-law, the poor monk Fakong of Vajra Temple has come to pay homage to the owner of this house."

"Master, do you want to see my master?" The thin old man was startled, and then he remembered Fa Kong's name: "Fakong Divine Monk?"

"It's just a poor monk." Fa Kongheshi said.

"My master said a few days ago that he was going to see the divine monk Fa Kong. Unexpectedly, the divine monk came!" The skinny old man suddenly laughed and said, "Wait a moment, I will report."

"Thank you."

The thin old man closed the door gently.

Lin Feiyang smiled: "Monk, your name has indeed spread, Fakong Divine Monk, hehe, it is indeed good!"

Fakong's reputation was so great that he felt that he also had an identity. People said that he was a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister, and he was almost the same.

Fakong smiled.

After a while, the thin old man came back, and the door slowly opened. A middle-aged man with a short stature was already standing in front of the wall inside the door.

He smiled heartily: "Zhu Shanhe has met Master Fakong."

Fakong Heshi said: "Donor Zhu, you are polite."

"Master, please come in quickly."

"Excuse me." Fakong followed him inside, bypassed the screen wall, passed through the front yard and came to the main hall.

At this time, the file he had been reading before had disappeared.

The thin old man quickly served tea.

"Master, what advice do you have for me?" Zhu Shanhe took a sip of tea and smiled at Fakong: "A few days ago, I wanted to go to the Vajra Temple to burn incense and donate some incense money, but I found out that the Vajra Temple does not accept incense money."

Fakong smiled and said: "I don't know why Mr. Zhu wants to find someone to kill Xu Enzhi and his family?"

He was too lazy to greet Zhu Shanhe. Although he had a lot of time, he didn't need to waste it on such a person.

"Huh?" Zhu Shanhe was startled and said in surprise: "Master, what do you mean? Did you make a mistake?... Killing? Impossible!"

Fakong's eyes were as deep as an ancient well, and he looked at him quietly.

Zhu Shanhe looked calm and said calmly: "Master, you must have made a mistake. Although Zhu is not a good family, he still has to do business. It is inevitable that he will feel guilty, but he will never kill people."

"So..." Fakong sighed and said: "Then you are acting on orders, I wonder whose order you are following?"

"Master..." Zhu Shanhe smiled bitterly: "This is indeed a misunderstanding, absolutely not true."

Fakong nodded, stood up and said: "In this case, I will take my leave."

Lin Feiyang stood up.

He looked Zhu Shanhe up and down and snorted.

Zhu Shanhe looked wronged and aggrieved, which made people feel that he was not lying.

Lin Feiyang certainly believed Fakong, so he felt that his expression was too hypocritical, and pouted: "It seems that you are a liar, but you can't fool Master Fakong."

"Alas!" Zhu Shanhe sighed and shook his head.

Fakong said, "Let's go."

"Yes." Lin Feiyang followed him out of the hall. When he came to the center of the courtyard, he found that the thin old man was watering the flowers under the south wall.

He smiled and glanced at Fakong.

Fakong bowed to him and did not stop.

"Master..." Zhu Shanhe came to the outside of the hall and called out on the steps, "Master!"

Fakong did not stop.

Zhu Shanhe hurriedly said, "Master, as a divine monk, you always act in a methodical way, right? I wonder if there is any evidence that I have killed someone? I am really wronged!"

Fakong smiled, walked out of the door without stopping, and walked west along the street.

Lin Feiyang said, "Are we leaving now?"

"Okay,... I didn't expect that the Green Outfit Office has already targeted him." Fakong shook his head and said, "It actually involves the Green Outfit Office."

This is indeed unexpected.

Lin Feiyang said in surprise, "Is he still a secret agent? Interesting!"

He originally thought it was meaningless.

Fakong can see through the case at a glance, without having to use his brain or his wisdom, which is too boring.

The most interesting thing about investigating a case is the process of uncovering the dense fog layer by layer, and there is another layer after uncovering one layer.

Fakong is good, he can see through it at a glance, no matter how many layers of dense fog there are, he will blow it away directly, without any fun of exploration.

Now that he heard that Zhu Shanhe was involved in the Green Clothes External Division, he immediately became interested.

As the two walked west along the street, a figure turned out from the corner of the wall and clasped his hands together and said, "Hello, Master."

Fakong clasped his hands together and smiled.

This person has a tall and handsome figure. He is Huang Yufeng, the Western Prime Minister of the Green Clothes External Division, and a subordinate of Ning Zhenzhen.

Fakong's Buddhist beads saved his life at the beginning.

Huang Yufeng said respectfully: "Master, are you looking for Zhu Shanhe?"

Fakong nodded: "Is it okay to ask him something?"

Huang Yufeng smiled and shook his head: "We are investigating him recently, but he has a background, so we can't just arrest him casually. We can only collect evidence carefully."

If it was someone else, he wouldn't say a word, but Fakong is not an outsider to Xi Cheng, but more like a family member.

"Can't just arrest him casually?" Fakong shook his head and said: "If we collect evidence, he would have been alarmed long ago, right? Be careful that he would commit suicide out of fear of crime."

Huang Yufeng's face changed slightly: "Suicide?"

Fakong nodded: "He looks a little wrong, he may have had the idea of ​​committing suicide, and be careful of the gatekeeper."

"Thank you for the reminder, Master!" Huang Yufeng's face sank slightly, and he clasped his hands and said: "I will report to Si Cheng and visit Master another day."

"Let Sister Ning go to the temple." Fakong clasped his hands in return.

"Yes." Huang Yufeng hurried away.

Lin Feiyang said in surprise: "Is Zhu... Zhu Shanhe really going to commit suicide? Did he find out that he was discovered, so he wanted to commit suicide?"

Fakong shook his head: "It's very troublesome."

If he hadn't met Huang Yufeng and saw other green-clothed foreign officials, he wouldn't have said anything.

Ning Zhenzhen's Xi Cheng mentioned it casually.

Lin Feiyang said: "Then what should we do? Just now we asked if he was the mastermind, right?"

Fakong nodded: "Well, let's go to Xiyuan Temple to see."

He had already caught the mastermind from Zhu Shanhe's mind, but it was Shanyun monk from Xiyuan Temple.

He often saw this Shanyun monk in Zhu Shanhe's experience through his fate.

Shanyun monk and him sometimes met in Xiyuan Temple, sometimes at his home, and sometimes outside the city.

No matter how you look at it, you can see that the two are sneaky, there must be something wrong.

Why did this Shanyun monk want to kill Xu Enzhi?