Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The two of them left the mansion. The leader of the Qianlong Guard walked out of the house with his hands behind his back, and walked in the courtyard with a solemn face.

Fakong's eyes shone with golden light.

Under the golden eyes, the clothes of the leader gradually became transparent, and his body also became transparent, with only the jade-like meridians.

There were strands of purple air flowing in the meridians, circling around the acupuncture points around the body, a total of thirty-six acupuncture points.

Fakong stared at these thirty-six acupuncture points.

He vaguely found that the selection of these thirty-six acupuncture points was very particular, as if they formed a strange whole with each other, a whole, and a world of their own.

Fakong suddenly understood that this was their wonderful method of concealing the magnetic field of the grandmaster.

This is not a separate method of concealment, but the body method itself is like this, and the body method itself has the wonderful function of concealing the breath.

This is the real method of hiding.

Qianlong, Qianlong.

Fakong was thoughtful.

I am afraid that the name of Qianlong Guard comes from this mental method.

It is probably called something like the Hidden Dragon Art.

He moved his golden eyes and carefully observed the operation of this mental method.

This Hidden Dragon Art has been operating on its own, just like his Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, otherwise he would not be able to conceal his breath.

He tried to operate this Hidden Dragon Art in his body.

He moved a stream of pure energy from his Dantian and entered the first acupuncture point first.

Suddenly, golden flowers appeared in front of his eyes, his internal organs were all shaking, his blood vessels were dilated, and his heartbeat accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

He endured the pain and discomfort and stubbornly urged this energy to enter the second acupuncture point.

Suddenly, his eyes were black.

His meridians were tight, twitching like spasms.

His face suddenly turned as pale as paper, and sweat poured down his body.

He slowly retracted his energy.

This Hidden Dragon Art has its own secret method of cultivation. You can't practice it so hard, otherwise you can practice yourself to death.

It is really a magical art.

Fakong shook his head.

The imperial court is the imperial court after all. The secret manuals and magical skills obtained by the power of a country are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

He decided to slow down and find the residence of the Qianlong Guards first, and then see how they practice.

He returned to his own courtyard in a flash.

The residence of the Qianlong Guards was actually within the range of his mind and eyes, and he could always see them.

Two more middle-aged men came to the mansion, walked straight into the courtyard, clasped their fists and saluted: "Master Wei."

"Have you found out?"

"Yes, Prince Jingbei is very cooperative. He said that Princess Jingbei suffered from cold stinging disease, but Master Fakong judged that it was poisoning, and concluded that it was poisoned by two maids from Kunshan Holy Church."

"Two maids..."

"Yes." The two ordinary middle-aged men nodded: "Kunshan Holy Church's methods are despicable enough. Many maids are disciples of Kunshan Holy Church and are mixed in the palace. Now only some maids in the palace have problems. We haven't checked the court officials' homes in detail. It is estimated that there are more problems."

"Maids..."

At this time, the other two ordinary middle-aged men also came in, clasped their fists and saluted, and said in a deep voice: Said: "Master Wei, the maid does have many problems. Prince Yi's Mansion, Prince Ying's Mansion, and many other prince's mansions have problems."

"What about Fakong?"

"Master Fakong reminded them, so that their whole family was not destroyed." An ordinary middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for Master Fakong, the families of Prince Ying and Prince Yi might..."

He shook his head solemnly: "This is undoubtedly the method of Kunshan Holy Church."

"Why does Fakong know?"

"It is said that Master Fakong has the clairvoyance."

"The clairvoyance..." The old man laughed inexplicably and shook his head: "Is there a possibility that Fakong is also from Kunshan Holy Church?"

"This..." The four middle-aged men looked at each other.

They really hadn't thought about this question.

A middle-aged man with a square face hesitated and said: "Master Wei, I'm afraid it's unlikely. The hatred between Kunshan Holy Church and Fakong is huge. They have tried to assassinate him several times, but they were all broken by Master Fakong..."

"What about the self-torture trick?"

"This..." The four middle-aged men were helpless.

It seems that Master Wei has determined that there is something wrong with this Master Fakong.

This is troublesome.

The old man said slowly: "All this is to cover up Fakong's arrangement? Is this considered a success?"

"Master Wei, if you count it this way, I'm afraid everyone is suspicious. Before they are identified, it is hard to say which one is not a disciple of Kunshan Holy Church. They are too elusive."

"So, the possibility of Fakong cannot be ruled out."

"...Yes."

"If he doesn't show his magical powers, it won't be so conspicuous." The old man smiled faintly with his hands behind his back: "But he just wants to show his magical powers. Haha, there are no magical powers from ancient times to the present!"

The four people were helpless and knew that it was useless to say more.

The next moment, a purple-gold shadow flashed, and Fakong appeared in front of him.

The four people's faces suddenly changed.

The old man's face changed even more, staring at Fakong.

All of Fakong's cultivation was contained in the Medicine Buddha statue, and his body was empty as if he had no cultivation at all.

But the five of them had different mental methods, so their intuition was extremely sharp, and they felt the threat from Fakong.

"You are...?"

"I am Fakong." Fakong clasped his hands and smiled.

His purple-gold robe fluttered, and his expression was calm.

"Fakong!" Feng Chaoling, an old man who was watching, said in a deep voice: "How dare you to trespass into the place where the Qianlong Guard is!"

Fakong smiled and said: "Guardian Lord, calm down. I came here to prove one thing, that is, the existence of magical powers."

"Haha!" Feng Chaoling chuckled and clapped his hands, saying, "What a bold monk Fakong is!"

Fakong said, "Master Wei, you think that supernatural powers don't exist, right? This time, it's the supernatural power of feet."

"It's just a more advanced body movement." Feng Chaoling said lightly.

Fakong smiled, "Then I will use his telepathy to see what Master Wei is thinking?"

"......Well." Feng Chaoling narrowed his eyes and stared at Fakong.

Fakong smiled, "I know Master Wei's ideas are firm, and it's hard for him to change his mind at once."

"How do you try?"

"Master Wei, think of a word or ten words in your mind, and I will write them down, how about that?"

"......Okay!" Feng Chaoling said, "Let's see what the so-called supernatural powers are like!"

Even if Fakong suddenly broke in with full confidence, he still didn't believe that supernatural powers really existed.

He had been a lay disciple of Puqing Temple and had seen what great monks were like. The so-called Buddhist mantras and so-called supernatural powers were nothing more than the inner world's imaginations, which were used in the inner world, not in the outer world.

Everything is created by the mind, which is the basic concept of Buddhism, and the inner world is the most characteristic of this.

When the mind arises, things will arise, and when things come together, they will become concrete.

Fakong stretched out his hand and waved.

A dead branch under the wall flew over and landed in his hand.

He took the branch and gently scratched it on the ground, writing nine words.

"Master Wei, how is it?" Fakong smiled at Feng Chaoling.

Feng Chaoling stared at the nine words with a solemn expression, and looked up at Fakong.

The other four people saw his expression and knew that Fakong had written it correctly, and they were immediately enlightened.

This is almost impossible to accomplish.

In the face of facts, if you still insist that there is no supernatural power, it is indeed speaking against your conscience.

"Is this a kind of mind-reading technique?" Feng Chaoling said in a deep voice.

Fakong chuckled and said, "It seems that the Lord of Guards has made up his mind not to admit the existence of supernatural powers."

"There is no supernatural power. Supernatural powers are just delusions." Feng Chaoling said coldly, "Supernatural powers are a hindrance to cultivation."

Fakong said, "Supernatural powers do exist, but they are very rare. People think that what they hear is false and what they see is true, so they think it is fictional. Otherwise, let me see the Lord of Guards' past and present lives?"

"Tell me about it." Feng Chaoling said in a deep voice.

Fakong's eyes suddenly became confused, as if he was trapped in memories, and his eyes had lost focus.

After a moment, he returned to normal and nodded gently: "Master Feng Wei had a strange experience. He had the current level of cultivation because he took a strange fruit... He was full of vitality and had a son in his old age. Unfortunately, he was affected by the fighting in the martial arts world and was seriously injured. He has been in a coma for three years, right?... Master Feng Wei found his enemy, but failed to kill him."

"Well, he is as tall and thin as a bamboo pole, but his cultivation has reached the pinnacle. His palms are like cattail leaves and are as fast as lightning... Master Feng Wei's injuries are not healed yet?"

"What else?" Feng Chaoling said coldly.

Fakong smiled, took out a rejuvenation spell from his arms, and flicked it lightly.

The rejuvenation spell slowly fell in front of Feng Chaoling, floating in front of him, as if floating gently with the wind.

"This is a rejuvenation spell written by me personally. It's a pity that you can't speak, so it's difficult to recite it." Fakong shook his head and said, "You can only stick it on his forehead, then hug him tightly, and you recite it, it will have a miraculous effect."

"Heh!" Feng Chaoling chuckled: "You are fooling me?"

Fakong smiled: "Everyone who participated in the blessing ceremony was deceived by me? Lord Wei should not be such a stubborn person, right? Don't be blinded by prejudice, try it first, I'm leaving."

He disappeared without a trace in a flash.

"Lord Wei..." The four people looked at him hesitantly.

Feng Chaoling said coldly: "You are really bold!"

"Lord Wei, the body movement of this Master Fakong is really mysterious, silent and disappearing in an instant."

No matter how fast the light skill is, there is a process of gradually approaching or moving away, but Fakong disappeared in their sensing range and appeared again.

No matter how fast the body movement is, it can't do this, and no matter how strong his breath-holding ability is, he can't do it.

The only explanation is that he really has the ability of divine feet.

"Master Wei, why not give it a try." A thin middle-aged man said in a low voice: "Now the price of a rejuvenation spell has been hyped up to 10,000 taels of silver. There is no demand for it, so we can still give it a try."

"...Okay."

Fakong has already appeared in his yard. He saw it with his heart and shook his head and smiled.

This Feng Chaoling is bent on overthrowing him. Is he trying to figure out the emperor's intention or acting on his own?

Is this repaying evil with virtue?

Will they understand it as my generosity or bribery?

However, my virtue is not so harmless. It depends on whether he has the blessing to enjoy it.

This rejuvenation spell is enough to make his son become his believer. If he changes his position, it will be fine. If he continues to deal with me, then father and son will turn against each other.

Being touched by the power of this rejuvenation spell is like installing a locator on him. He can see him at any time, hear what he thinks, and get a glimpse of the mystery of the Hidden Dragon Art.

If you want to kill him, you can come in an instant, kill him with one sword, and then disappear without a trace. It is very convenient and quick.