Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

As he returned to his mind, more than a hundred monks gathered outside the purple copper tower without him noticing.

The apricot-yellow monk robes fluttered.

As they spoke in low voices, their eyes drifted to Fakong from time to time.

Fakong closed his eyes slightly, as if he was in a state of meditation.

What caught the attention of the monks was the gray monk robe he wore, which was out of tune with the apricot-yellow monk robes around him.

"Dang..." The sound of the bell spread in all directions.

Fakong's mind was withdrawn from the void in his mind.

"Zhi..." Four strong young monks slowly pushed open the purple copper door, and the faint sandalwood immediately floated out of the tower and was soon blown away by the wind.

More than a hundred monks entered the Sutra Pavilion one by one with wooden signs.

Fakong found that their wooden signs were no different from his own, and they were all engraved with the two big characters of "Buddhist Scriptures".

He consciously stayed in last, and the four young monks glanced at him, their eyes turned to his gray monk robe, and did not stop him.

Fakong smiled and clasped his hands together, and slowly stepped in.

He began to browse quickly.

Starting from the first row, he walked slowly, his eyes imprinting what he saw into his mind like a laser radar.

The first row, the second row, the third row...

He walked all the way to the thirty-sixth row.

The copper tower was two or three times larger than he had imagined, with thirty-six rows of bookshelves, each row had twelve bookshelves.

Each bookshelf had five layers, and each layer was filled to the brim, so it was difficult to count how many books there were.

Some of the books here were withered and yellow, and some were brand new. It was obvious that new books were constantly flowing in, and the collection was constantly increasing.

He walked through it once, searched for the name he was interested in in his mind, and was about to read a book when he suddenly stopped.

Chu Yu, wearing a sable fur coat, walked in slowly and elegantly.

He looked around and stopped in front of a bookshelf, took out a book and flipped through it carelessly.

Fakong was curious.

Isn't it closed to the public?

He had made great contributions, so he could make an exception once, but what about Chu Yu?

He shook his head, no longer wasting time thinking about it, walked to another corner, took out a book and read it carefully.

Immersed in the ocean of books, time passed quickly.

"Dang..." A bell rang throughout the Leiyin Pagoda.

Fakong came to his senses and found that the monks put the books back one after another and walked out reluctantly.

He understood that it was time to close the Sutra Library.

He followed the example and put the book back. When he left the Leiyin Pagoda, he found that it was already night.

In the cold night, the crescent moon hung obliquely.

The moonlight was shining.

The Leiyin Pagoda seemed to absorb the moonlight, becoming purple and dim, illuminating the surroundings.

When he returned to his own abode, he found Zhao Huaishan standing upright at the door of the abode opposite.

Seeing him appear, Zhao Huaishan clasped his fists and said in a deep voice: "Master Fakong, my son invites you."

Fakong smiled and clasped his hands together, and was about to refuse.

"Zhi-" the courtyard door opened.

Chu Yu pushed the door open and came out, smiling on his handsome face: "Master Fakong, haven't you eaten yet? Why don't you come over for some supper to fill your stomach?"

"...Excuse me." Seeing his hospitality, Fakong knew that it was not appropriate to refuse, otherwise they would become enemies.

Even if we can't be friends, we don't have to be enemies.

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The bright lights illuminated the courtyard in detail, just like daylight.

There were two charcoal stoves in each corner of the courtyard, and the eight large charcoal stoves were burning red, with overwhelming heat.

In addition to the four corners of the courtyard, there was also a large charcoal stove in each corner of the pavilion.

Chu Yu was sitting at the stone table in the pavilion, brewing a cup of tea and handing it to Fakong himself, while Fakong was eating a piece of snack.

The five guards were standing outside the pavilion, leaving only two people in the pavilion.

The two talked about everything, astronomy and geography, medicine, chess, divination, and talked freely.

Fakong carries the memories of Huiwen, Mo Qingyun and Deng Yuanzheng, covering almost all the distances in time, geography, and social levels. His knowledge is certainly not comparable to that of ordinary monks.

This situation will become more and more obvious as he performs the Great Light Mantra again.

The knowledge learned from books and the wisdom gained from personal experience are certainly not comparable.

"Master Fakong, you can actually enter the Sutra Library to study?"

"Mr. Chu, this is exactly what I want to ask." Fakong smiled and said, "The Sutra Library of the Great Leiyin Temple is not open to the public. I went in because I am a disciple of the Vajra Temple. What about you, Mr. Chu?"

"I came here to donate books this time, and I will present a thousand books to the Great Leiyin Temple."

"What a big deal."

"I am following my mother's orders. I come here every year to burn incense and offer books for my mother."

"So your mother is a Buddhist." Fakong nodded suddenly: "Good."

He pretended not to hear the word "mother" in Chu Yu's words.

He sighed in his heart.

It turned out to be a royal noble, a young prince.

I don't know which prince's son he is.

"My mother is too weak and sick, and she can't stand the cold of the Great Snow Mountain. I have to replace her."

"I see."

"What about you, monk?" Chu Yu said with a smile, "Why can you go in too? I know the rules of the Great Leiyin Temple. Normally, disciples of you Vajra Temple are not allowed to enter the Sutra Library."

Fakong smiled and said, "As for me, it's the legacy of my master and coincidence."

Chu Yu seemed to be thinking about something.

Just at this moment, Jingli's voice came from outside: "Fakong? Where are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared in the courtyard like a ghost: "Huh?"

"How dare you!" Zhao Huaishan shouted.

He stepped forward and punched hard.

Jingli waved his monk's sleeve casually.

"Bang!" Zhao Huaishan felt as if he was swept into the air by a huge wave. He flew out of the courtyard involuntarily and crashed into the screen wall outside the monastery.

About ten meters outside the door of these monasteries, there are screen walls with dense cloud patterns painted on them.

The screen wall can block the strong wind coming from the southern cliff, passing over the square and blowing here.

"Huh -?" Lu Xuanming, who had been closing his eyes slightly and seemed to have fallen asleep while standing, suddenly opened his eyes.

The brightly lit courtyard suddenly lit up.

It was like two thunderbolts falling.

Jingli's eyes suddenly brightened, and it was like two thunderbolts falling on his head.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

…

Continuous muffled sounds echoed in the small courtyard.

Fakong and the others could not see the shadow of the two of them, only the strong wind roared, and the entire small courtyard seemed to be in the strong wind.

Fakong found that when he closed his eyes, he could sense the movements of the two people.

They kept changing, one moment here, the next moment there.

Jingli kept attacking Xiaoting, and Lu Xuanming kept blocking him.

One moment they were in the southeast corner of the pavilion, the next moment they were in the northwest corner, and the next moment they were in the northeast corner.

The two of them flickered like light and shadow, and seemed to teleport like something he had seen in movies and TV shows in his previous life.

Fakong knew that this was just an illusion, and it was actually because they were fast enough.

This is the power of a master of the Divine Origin Realm and a third-level master of the Snow Mountain.

As expected.

The most important thing is not that they are fast, but that they carry hallucinogenic power.

Judging from the blank expressions of the other three guards and Chu Yu, it was clear that they had been pulled into the illusion.

"Uncle Jingli!" Fakong said slowly, "Stop joking."

He saw that Jingli had no intention of killing him.

Once the Asura magical power is displayed, the murderous aura is as terrifying as being in hell.

Jingli did not use the Asura magic.

"Haha..." Amid laughter, Jingli suddenly stood next to Fakong, and finally broke through Lu Xuanming's blockade.

Lu Xuanming stood next to Chu Yu, looking at Jingli across the table with indifferent eyes.

Jingliheshi smiled and said: "Third Young Master, we meet again!"

"Master Jingli." Chu Yu stood up and saluted: "Master, are you okay?"

"Fortunately, you are lucky." Jingli smiled, looked at Lu Xuanming, and shook his head: "But Lu Xuanming, you have not made any progress in the past ten years. It seems that you are too comfortable staying in Prince Xin's Mansion."

Lu Xuanming said calmly: "I am very happy to have broken through to the Divine Yuan realm."

Fakong secretly said that they knew each other.

At the same time, he also learned about Chu Yu's origin, the third son of Prince Xin's palace.

King Xin is the third son of the current emperor.

Jingli ignored them and smiled at Fakong: "Fakong, shall we go back and talk?"

Fakong stood up and said goodbye to Chu Yu.

Chu Yu looked reluctant to leave: "Are you leaving now?"

Because he had poor martial arts qualifications, he spent all his time studying. He was extremely intelligent but was outshone by his femininity. He was extremely unpopular and unlucky in Prince Xin's palace.

Because he has a photographic memory, reads a lot, and has a wide range of knowledge, even the officials in the palace who are educated are far behind him.

The whole world values ​​martial arts over literature, but he just did the opposite, so he felt even more lonely.

This was the first time I met someone with whom I could talk freely and whose knowledge was no less than my own. I suddenly felt like I had found a similar person, and I felt a little reluctant to leave.

Fakong Heshi smiled and said, "Mr. Chu, see you later."

"See you later!" Chu Yu nodded.

"Is Third Young Master's illness cured?" Jingli smiled and walked out of the pavilion.

Chu Yu smiled bitterly: "How can the disease that was carried in the mother's womb be cured? Not only is it not cured, it is even worse."

"Is there nothing the imperial doctor can do?"

"If there was a way, my mother and concubine wouldn't have to suffer like this." Chu Yu showed a look of pity.

It doesn't matter to me, I'm used to coughing, but my mother-in-law's body is weak, especially after giving birth to herself, her vitality was seriously damaged, and now she is lingering on the bed all day long, miserable...

When he thought of this, his heart dropped like a lead.

Jingli nodded: "Your disease is indeed a congenital defect, so why don't you try to practice Taiye Tianbu Jue?"

He glanced at Lu Xuanming, who was guarding Chu Yu: "Lu Xuanming shouldn't begrudge this magical skill, right?"

Several people have already reached the door of the monastery.

Fa Kong and Jingli crossed the threshold.

Zhao Huaishan was stuck in the center of the screen wall, his face flushed, trying hard to get away.

But the invisible force was like a mountain, pressing him firmly, no matter how hard he struggled, it was to no avail.

When he saw Fakong and Jingli coming out, he immediately glared angrily.

Jingli didn't look at him and only talked to Lu Xuanming and Chu Yu.

Fakong could only pretend not to see anything.

"Taiye Tianbu Jue?" Chu Yu smiled self-deprecatingly: "I would like to practice it, but I can't practice it. The children of the Chu family can only practice the royal mind technique."

"That's true." Jingli expressed his understanding: "You are a bit unfair to the Third Young Master."

"The Supreme Liquid Heaven-Building Technique is useless." Lu Xuanming said calmly.

"Mr. Lu is right," Chu Yu nodded: "I can't practice, but my mother and concubine can, and my concubine's qualifications are far better than mine. It's a pity..."

"Is this disease so difficult to treat?"

"This is life..." Chu Yu seemed to be sarcastic or self-deprecating, shaking his head: "I hope the Buddha can protect my mother and concubine."

The mother-in-law is so pious and believes in the Buddha that she collects a batch of books and presents them to Daleiyin Temple every year. Every year she makes herself come here to offer incense and fulfill her vows and stay here for seven days.

"Fakong, you try?" Jingli turned his head and smiled at Fakong.

Fakong clasped his hands together: "Uncle Master, I won't show off my mediocre skills."

"Okay, let's go back first." Jingli nodded, clasped his hands together and said: "Third Master, please go back."

He said, flicking his sleeves.

Zhao Huaishan, who was struggling desperately to get away from the screen wall, flew up again, climbed over the wall and landed in the abode.

Lu Xuanming's face was ugly, and his eyes stared at Jingli's back like cold lightning until Jingli entered Fakong's abode.