Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Li Ying smiled faintly: "Sir, if there is no clue, I am sorry that I can't do anything."

Chu Jing said unhappily: "Isn't my injury a clue?"

Li Ying stepped forward and pressed his chest.

This action was so fast that Sun Chengzong and Zhao Zhongsi didn't even react.

The two of them didn't have a high status in the Yingwang Mansion. Because their cultivation was not high enough and their reaction was not fast enough, they were ranked relatively low, otherwise they wouldn't come to follow the third prince Chu Jing.

Usually, they usually cooperated with other priests, and it was rare for them to guard Chu Jing alone like this time.

Their cultivation was not as good as Li Ying, not to mention Li Ying's extremely fast body movement.

Chu Jing subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his chest was controlled by Li Ying and he couldn't move away.

The two were so close that Chu Jing couldn't help but look at her.

Looking at her up close, her face was as delicate as jade, her eyebrows were black, shiny and thin, her eyelashes were long and black like a fan, her eyes were starry and her lips were cherry-like, she was really beautiful beyond description.

The faint fragrance seemed to penetrate into his heart.

"Bang bang!" His heartbeat suddenly became violent, and his heart was pounding.

Just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly hurt.

Li Ying let go of her jade hand, stepped back three steps to keep a distance, and said lightly: "The prince's injury has healed completely. The opponent didn't leave any strength. It was a pure sword wound."

"Impossible!" Chu Jing snorted.

His heart was empty. He was moved by Li Ying's beauty at that moment, and he felt reluctant to let her go.

Li Ying said: "There is no way to get through this wound. I'm sorry that I can't do anything. I can't catch the murderer, so I can only hand it over to the next level."

After she said that, she clasped her fists and bowed: "Prince, goodbye."

She turned and floated away.

Li Zhu and the other two hurriedly followed her.

In the blink of an eye, the four people had disappeared from Chu Jing's sight.

Chu Jing stared straight at the direction where they disappeared, and didn't move for a long time, which aroused Zhao Zhongsi's worry: "Prince?"

"Don't talk!" Chu Jing murmured.

Zhao Zhongsi could only shut up.

He turned his head to look at Sun Chengzong, and found that Sun Chengzong was also staring at the distance, which was the direction where Li Ying disappeared.

"Prince, Old Sun, are you all fascinated by her?"

"What do you mean fascinated or not!" Sun Chengzong shook his head and said, "I'm wondering who this Li Ying is?"

"Have you figured it out?"

"Yes, I figured it out." Sun Chengzong said lightly: "Li Ying, the young master of Cantian Dao, turned out to be her."

"Cantian Dao..." Zhao Zhongsi said in surprise: "Still the young master? That's incredible, you must be careful, prince!"

"What should I be careful of?" Chu Jing turned his head to look at him.

Zhao Zhongsi said: "The prince will never agree to let the prince marry her."

"Why?" Chu Jing was dissatisfied.

"The prince doesn't like the Demon Sect and believes that the Demon Sect led to the demise of Dayi, so he is very wary of the Demon Sect."

"...Okay." Chu Jing sighed.

The love that hasn't even started is about to end, it's really melancholy!

He also knew the King of England's vigilance against the Demon Sect, and knew that it was impossible to compromise, so he could only let go of this thought.

He then said: "This Li Ying is too bold, saying that the assassin can't be found and let us find another one, right?"

"...Yes, Prince, that's what she meant." Zhao Zhongsi nodded vigorously: "Clean and neat, I like it!... Just think about it and you will know that there is really no way. This assassin is too cunning. He stabbed a sword and then fled far away. How to find him?"

"If it doesn't work, I will ask the emperor for help and ask him to send the forbidden palace to help find him."

"This is impossible, Prince, you should give up this idea." Zhao Zhongsi shook his head.

Sun Chengzong also shook his head: "Impossible."

"Kill me and still be free and easy?" Chu Jing blushed and said hatefully: "Isn't that too cowardly?"

"Prince, think more open-mindedly." Sun Chengzong said lightly.

Zhao Zhongsi said: "I do have an idea."

"Speak quickly." Chu Jing had already started to walk out, and the formation of the guards followed him forward.

"We were just saved by Master Fakong, why don't we ask Master Fakong for help?"

"Master Fakong can save people, but I'm afraid he can't track down the assassin?" Chu Jing hesitated.

"Prince, how can you know if you don't ask?" Zhao Zhongsi shook his head and laughed, "I heard that Master Fakong has great magical powers. What ordinary people can't do, Master Fakong may not be able to do."

"Hmm..."

"The prince seems to have said that you are not allowed to get close to Master Fakong." Sun Chengzong said.

"Father thought that Master Fakong might be a demon monk and was afraid that he would harm me, so don't get close. Now I know that father's words are unreliable. It's not Master Fakong. I'm dead. Shouldn't we go over and thank him? Father can't object to this basic etiquette?" Chu Jing waved his hand nonchalantly: "Let's go now!"

"The prince..." Sun Chengzong frowned.

"Let's go!" Chu Jing waved his hand.

"...Yes." Sun Chengzong could only agree.

I am just a worshiper and a guard, so I can't control too much.

Zhao Zhongsi laughed and said, "I have long wanted to meet this Master Fakong and see who he is!"

When the group arrived at Guanyun Tower, Fakong had already left Guanyun Tower.

So the group went to the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple.

In the eyes of the pilgrims, Monk Yuandeng came out and said that the abbot often did not stay in the temple after dinner, but would stroll around. No one knew where he was. He might be in the city, or he might go outside the city to enjoy the beautiful scenery, or even return to Vajra Temple.

If you want to see the abbot, it's better to wait until dinner time.

"By that time, the assassin would have already run thousands of miles away, what's there to look for!" Chu Jing frowned: "Is there no other way?"

Yuandeng clasped his hands together, looking apologetic.

"Alas!" Chu Jing sighed: "It seems that fate has not come yet, and I can't see Master Fakong."

"Prince, you can see him in the evening." Zhao Zhongsi smiled and said: "It's only one day away."

Sun Chengzong breathed a sigh of relief: "Prince, why don't you ask the prince? The prince may have a way to find the assassin."

"That's the only way!"

Fakong stood on the top of a mountain, his deep eyes slowly retracted, and he smiled and shook his head.

It is indeed not appropriate to see Chu Jing now.

Saving the prince of King Yi and then the prince of King Ying, both sides have been grateful and not offended.

But it can't be assumed that they will be grateful.

As princes who want to compete for the throne, power is their most fundamental consideration, not gratitude.

Therefore, it is better to keep a sufficient distance from both princes. Being impartial is the most worry-free and labor-saving.

Otherwise, if one of them targets you, your peaceful life will be gone.

Zhou Yang and Xu Qingluo are looking at the high stone wall.

This stone wall is about two meters high and one meter wide. The traces of time and wind and rain are left on it. There are faint words on the uneven stone surface. The unevenness is the words written by the method of intaglio, which is a bit blurry.

The two of them have a hard time reading, especially these words don’t seem to be recognized by them. They don’t know if they are words.

After retracting his deep gaze, Fakong came to them.

"Master, what is written on it?"

"A passage of scripture." Fakong said.

"What scripture?" Zhou Yang said: "Uncle Master, are we here for this passage of scripture?"

Fakong smiled: "Yes and no."

"Then what is it for?"

Fakong shook his head and said: "Try to see if you can destroy it."

Zhou Yang punched the stone wall fiercely.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Zhou Yang suddenly stepped back, holding his fist and gasping for air. He looked down and saw that his fist was already red and swollen.

"Master..."

"This looks like a stone, but it is not a real stone." Fakong smiled and said, "This time I am reminding you not to act rashly and not to make a move without careful observation."

"Yes..." Zhou Yang's little face showed a helpless look.

There were still bursts of stinging pain in his fist.

I really don't know what material this is, it's so strange.

Xu Qingluo looked at him with a smile, which caused his angry glare.

Xu Qingluo said, "Master, let me try."

"Yes." Fakong nodded.

Xu Qingluo came to the stone wall, stretched out her hand and gently stroked it, slowly stroking along the handwriting, feeling the changes in the stone wall.

She finally pressed lightly at the thinnest place.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound.

She was like being bitten by a scorpion, and suddenly closed her palm to look at the palm, and found that the palm was already red and swollen, and stinging.

"Haha..." Zhou Yang laughed happily.

Xu Qingluo rolled her eyes at him and looked at Fakong: "Master, this..."

"This is to remind you that sometimes being careful is useless." Fakong said.

Xu Qingluo said helplessly: "Master, what on earth is it?"

"Amitabha!" Fakong clasped his hands together and bowed to the stone wall, then muttered and chanted a strange Buddhist mantra.

Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yang could not understand the Buddhist mantra that Fakong chanted. The pronunciation was strange, as if it was floating from a far distance, but their heartbeats accelerated, their feet and hands were trembling, and they wanted to dance.

Fakong ignored the two of them. In his mind's eye, he saw that the Buddhist mantra he chanted turned into golden characters and fell on the stone wall.

The originally dark stone wall slowly woke up and began to flash golden light. With the addition of golden characters, the golden light became brighter and brighter.

After the last character was chanted and the last golden character went in, the stone wall was already shrouded in golden light.

It was as if a pool of golden light was shaking.

Fakong stretched out his palms and gently pressed them against the stone wall. The golden light surged and rushed towards Fakong.

Fakong's palms gradually lit up with golden light, which was the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the golden light collided with the golden light of the palms, and then collapsed and was absorbed by the palms.

Fakong was surprised to find that the palms seemed to become smoother, more agile, and harder.

What was attached to the stone wall was actually merit!

I never expected that merit could be attached to things, and I never expected that merit could be absorbed!

Although these merits are not my own merits, they are different from those I obtained by satisfying the wishes of believers.

It cannot expand the scope of body transformation like my own merits, and can only enhance it on the original basis.

But this is already extremely amazing.

If merits can really be attached to things, then it is not only here, but also in other places. Is there merit?

If I can absorb merits, even if I can't advance my progress in the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, it is worth it to get it.

Every bit of strength gained is worth it.