Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Xiyuan Temple is located in the west of Shenjing City. It is quite remote, but the incense is very prosperous.

When they saw the temple gate from afar, a gust of wind blew and sent the sandalwood to their noses.

When Fakong came to the outside of Xiyuan Temple, his eyes suddenly became deep, and he looked at the gate of Xiyuan Temple faintly.

With the surge of the power of faith, he is getting more and more accustomed to using supernatural powers.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality.

After he had supernatural powers, he would use them involuntarily, because it was too easy and worry-free, saving a lot of trouble.

"Not here." Fakong shook his head: "Let's go."

"So unfortunate?" Lin Feiyang looked at the Xiyuan Temple and smiled: "Why is the incense here so prosperous?"

Fakong smiled.

Lin Feiyang was very curious.

He now has an inexplicable obsession with the number of pilgrims.

At the beginning, because of Monk Huiling, he wanted to get the Shadow Escape Secret Book. Now that he has the secret book, he is still obsessed.

It has become a habit.

The number of pilgrims is regarded as an indicator of achievement and influence of a temple, and he strives to pursue it.

He once suggested that the outer courtyard should be open for a longer time, not close so early and open so late.

But Fakong did not agree, which made him quite helpless.

Lin Feiyang also noticed that as they went west, Fakong's name as a divine monk gradually became less famous.

When walking in the east, people met on the road saluted Fakong and called Fakong the divine monk or Master Fakong.

People could recognize him.

But when they arrived in the west of the city, people on the road could no longer recognize Fakong, and did not pay attention to Fakong's appearance, treating it as normal.

Obviously, this was because of Xiyuan Temple.

They had already regarded Fakong as a monk of Xiyuan Temple, so the monks of Xiyuan Temple also wore purple gold robes?

This should be the territory of Xiyuan Temple. The influence of Vajra Temple could not enter, which shows how powerful Xiyuan Temple is.

"Monk, I'll go in and take a look."

"Well, I'll go back first." Fakong turned around and slowly strolled back to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

On the way back to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, he studied the style of each house he saw and guessed the identity of the owner of the house.

Occasionally, a morning glory would peek out from the top of the wall, swaying in the wind, very beautiful.

While admiring the beautiful scenery that people would usually ignore, enjoying the beauty and beauty of the world, he slowly strolled back to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

He had just put his hands together and greeted the pilgrims to enter the gate, and he found that Ning Zhenzhen was already in his courtyard.

Ning Zhenzhen was dressed in white clothes like snow, standing quietly in front of the flowers to admire each flower, leaning forward, putting her nose close to a white flower to smell its fragrance, and her waist and back formed a graceful arc.

These flowers are protected by the rejuvenation spell, not only free from disease and disaster, but also full of vitality.

Some are bright and flawless, some are bright and dazzling, some are refreshing and pleasant, and some are gorgeous.

There are more than a dozen kinds of flowers in the small flower bush.

"Brother." Ning Zhenzhen heard the noise and turned her head to smile at him.

Her beauty suddenly brightened the courtyard.

The flowers beside her face suddenly dimmed.

Fakong smiled and clasped his hands: "Junior sister, you came so quickly."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "I rushed here as soon as I heard Huang Yufeng's report. Senior brother, is there anything urgent?"

She then smiled and said: "The murderer who assassinated Wang Qingshan, do you want to care about it?"

Fakong shook his head.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled.

Fakong smiled and said: "Junior sister, you can't bear a little pressure, right?"

Ning Zhenzhen waved her jade hand: "No."

She did bear inexplicable pressure, which was forcing her to come to Fakong for help. She withstood the pressure and did not come.

She didn't want to make an exception.

Fakong shook his head and smiled: "I'm afraid I will have to take care of this matter eventually, but not now, it's not the right time."

"Brother, why bother with this trivial matter." Ning Zhenzhen said: "If you can't find out, then you can't find out, it doesn't matter."

The assassins who killed Wang Qingshan were not the assassins who killed the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain Sect. She even wanted to cheer for these assassins.

Wang Qingshan really deserved to die.

Fakong shook his head: "I just went to see Zhu Shanhe, and I didn't expect to run into you."

"We have always suspected that Zhu Shanhe has problems, but we just can't catch his tail. He is a very cunning guy."

Fakong nodded gently.

"And the monk Shanyun from Xiyuan Temple." Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "He is very close to Zhu Shanhe, and I also suspect that there is a problem, but I still can't find out!... This matter is very strange, not quite right."

This is her intuition.

Fakong said: "Zhu Shanhe is not a foreign spy."

Ning Zhenzhen was stunned.

Fakong sighed and said, "You have seen him, right?"

"Very strange, I couldn't find out his thoughts. I suspect he practices a certain secret method, and the monk Shanyun is the same." Ning Zhenzhen said, "They all lock their hearts tightly and cannot be invaded by outsiders."

This can prove that they are indeed in the same group.

Fakong said, "Kunshan Holy Church, do you know?"

"Kunshan Holy Church..." Ning Zhenzhen pondered, thought, and finally shook her head.

"He is a disciple of Kunshan Holy Church. Since the monk Shanyun also practices the same secret method, he is probably also a disciple of Kunshan Holy Church." Fakong shook his head: "Junior sister, it's better not to get involved in this matter."

Ning Zhenzhen was surprised.

Fakong said, "If my feeling is correct, this Kunshan Holy Church is a big trouble, it's better to stay away from it."

"Brother, the matter has been investigated to this point, and there is no way to let it go." Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "I am in the Green Clothes Outer Division and I can't be independent."

As Sicheng, she had to obey orders. How could she refuse when the superiors asked her to investigate?

That's because he thinks his official position is too secure.

There are many people who want to be Sicheng.

What's more, once you have a reputation for disobedience, your career will be completely over. Do you want to go back to Mingyue Temple in despair?

As a martial arts sect, if you want to pass it on for a long time, the most important thing is to follow the trend.

Today's general trend in the world is that Daqian is strong and powerful, the imperial court is getting stronger and stronger, and Wulin is gradually declining.

At this time, all the martial arts sects were working hard to infiltrate the imperial court. If they had the ability, they could use it in the imperial court instead of fighting in private.

As a person with a clear and perfect mind, he is the most suitable person to join the officialdom. How could he go back in such a dejected state?

Where is the reputation of Mingyue Temple?

Fakong nodded lightly: "In this case, you must be extremely careful and leave yourself a way out and a buffer. Just think about it, Zhu Shanhe will resolutely commit suicide in order to keep the secret and cut off your pursuit. "

Ning Zhenzhen's beautiful face was solemn.

Fakong said: "Will you, the disciples of Mingyue Temple, commit suicide to keep the secrets in the nunnery?"

"...No." Ning Zhenzhen shook his head gently: "The principle in our nunnery is to do everything possible to protect ourselves. When necessary, we can abandon everything, keep our lives, and look for opportunities for reversal."

What Mingyuean pursues is not strength, but perseverance.

Don't fight for a moment, but strive for a lifetime.

"Junior sister, if you think about it, he will commit suicide in order to keep the secret and cut off your investigation. He must be hesitant and struggling in his heart, right?"

"Isn't it?"

"No." Fakong said: "Zhu Shanhe is extremely fanatical in his heart. Not only is he not afraid of suicide, but he is very happy. The happy day has finally come. Do you think this kind of Kunshan Holy Cult is scary?"

"Do they have different perceptions of life and death?"

Fakong pondered for a moment and shook his head: "No."

The disciples of Huangquan Valley have a different understanding of life and death. They feel that this world is illusory and the secret realm of Huangquan is real.

Reverse reality and illusion, so the disciples of Huangquan Valley are not afraid of death, but this does not mean they are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of death.

Zhu Shanhe's concept is not an inversion, but a sense of mission: he was born to devote himself to the holy religion of Kunshan. To devote oneself to the holy religion is great and the greatest meaning of life.

"Terrible..." Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly, thinking about any way to escape and avoid the Kunshan Holy Cult.

Of course, if he could overthrow the Kunshan Holy Cult, his official position would definitely rise, but the risks of this matter were too great, and the rewards would be nothing compared to them.

First of all, such a fanatical cultist would definitely be risking his life while practicing, and it would be easy for top masters to emerge.

Furthermore, it is too dangerous for them not to value their lives so much, and they will die together at every turn.

In the end, their revenge must have been crazy.

Unreasonable revenge may not only retaliate against oneself, but may even implicate the entire Mingyue Temple and even the Snow Mountain Sect.

If any of my classmates were really harmed by them, my conscience would be uneasy.

Fear of such trouble is not cowardice, but responsibility.

If you are the only one, it doesn't matter. Danger is danger, but it's just death. What's so scary?

But now that I am not alone, I have to consider the consequences.

Fakong said: "There is a big problem with the origin of Kunshan Holy Cult, otherwise, the disciples would not be so fanatical."

"Kunshan Holy Cult..."

"Don't pry into it. Just pretend you don't know." Fakong said, "If the plot is too big, sooner or later the true identity will be revealed."

"Senior brother, I will try not to irritate the Kunshan Holy Cult."

"Very good."

Fakong opened his clairvoyance and looked at Ning Zhenzhen with his deep eyes.

He suddenly frowned.

"Senior brother, am I in danger?" Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile.

She knew that Fakong was using his clairvoyance to see whether she was in trouble or not, so she looked at him calmly.

Seeing Fang Kong frowning, he asked jokingly, not feeling that there was really any danger.

After the wisdom heart is fully enlightened, I will be extremely sensitive to danger and will avoid it in advance.

Fakong nodded slowly.

Ning Zhenzhen was startled.

Fakong pondered for a moment: "Ignore it for now, it doesn't matter for now."

"Is it possible that I will die?"

"Do you think you can sit back and relax, no one can kill you?" Fakong snorted: "Don't forget that you have a first-class person above you."

"Who killed me?" Ning Zhenzhen asked.

"I don't know." Fakong shook his head: "You died silently in Xicheng, with no trace of the murderer."

"There are no traces of the murderer..." Ning Zhenzhen frowned: "Is it someone from Xicheng? Sima Xun? Huang Yufeng? Or Zhao Zhihua?"

She didn't believe that someone could sneak into Xicheng silently, and her sensitivity was comparable to that of a first-class person.

Once you do something, it's impossible not to leave traces.

"That night, I will go over and guard you." Fakong said, his eyes once again becoming as deep as an ancient pool.

Fakong smiled.

Once this decision was made, Ning Zhenzhen was indeed alive.

Seeing him like this, Ning Zhen was relieved.

"Senior brother, it seems I have to come here often to show you." Ning Zhenzhen said with a relaxed smile.

Fa Kong smiled and nodded.

Lin Feiyang suddenly appeared in a flash. Seeing Ning Zhenzhen's presence, he bowed and said hurriedly: "Monk, that monk Shan Yun is dead."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

"Dead?!" Ning Zhenzhen frowned and said, "Suicide or someone else?"

"It seems like suicide." Lin Feiyang said: "There is also a suicide note explaining why he committed suicide."

"Why?"

"He went too far in his practice and was living a life worse than death, so he had no choice but to commit suicide."

"Alas..." Ning Zhenzhen smiled bitterly: "This has completely cut off the clues."

"Abbot, there is a donor named Huang Yufeng who wants to see you."

"Please ask him in."

"Yes."

After a while, Huang Yufeng came hurriedly, clasped his hands together and bowed to Fakong, then clasped his fists to Ning Zhenzhen and said: "Si Cheng, we are a step too late, Zhu Shanhe committed suicide."

He looked at Fakong again, with an embarrassed look on his face.