Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"What are you trying?" Xu Qingluo became more and more curious.

Fakong said, "Can you add power to it?"

He took out the Qianlong pendant from his sleeve and handed it to Xu Qingluo.

As soon as Xu Qingluo touched it, she immediately felt a strange force entering her body and instantly occupied the thirty-six acupuncture points in her body.

It was as if thirty-six lakes were opened in her body, and then connected to each other through the meridians to form a river, and the power circulated endlessly between the thirty-six acupuncture points.

She closed her eyes and carefully sensed this power and the route of exercise. Suddenly, she felt familiar. It was the power of the Void Fetal Breath Sutra.

The spiritual power of the Void Fetal Breath Sutra is the power engine of the Qianlong pendant, driving the Qianlong Jue to operate.

She tried to move her own true energy to follow the route of the power.

"Wow!" She suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fakong looked at her with a smile.

"Master..." Xu Qingluo looked at him with dissatisfaction with a bitter face.

She knew that Fakong must have done it on purpose, not telling her in advance that she couldn't practice this forcefully, and deliberately watching her make a fool of herself.

Fakong said, "It's not time for you to practice this yet. Let's get to the next level first."

"Is this the Hidden Dragon Art?"

"Yes."

"Sure enough, it's insidious." Xu Qingluo snorted and stopped trying to practice. Instead, she tried to concentrate her spirit into the jade pendant.

As soon as her spirit touched the jade pendant, it was ejected.

She continued to infuse it unconvinced. After several times, her face turned pale.

Only then did she realize that the gap between her spirit power and Fakong's was as big as that between an ant and a mountain.

She calmed down completely and asked curiously, "Master, you want to replenish the spirit power in the jade pendant through this, right?"

After all her efforts, she had figured out the operating principle of the Hidden Dragon Pendant.

Through special means, the spirit power and the power of the Hidden Dragon Art are infused into the jade pendant, and then act on the person holding the Hidden Dragon Pendant.

The power of the Hidden Dragon Art does not increase or decrease, and it consumes the spirit power.

So if you want to replenish it, you have to replenish the spirit power.

Fakong nodded and pointed to the South Heaven Gate: "Try sticking it on there."

Xu Qingluo held the Qianlong pendant in her left hand and pressed the stone of the South Heaven Gate with her right palm. A clear and sweet power like spring water was continuously injected into the Qianlong pendant.

The Qianlong pendant was getting brighter quickly. It was like being immersed in water.

After a while, she felt that it was full and retracted her palm. She lowered her head to look at the Qianlong pendant. The luster was clear and even slightly swaying. She looked up at Fakong.

Fakong stretched out his hand.

The Qianlong pendant flew to his hand.

He pursed his lips.

Xu Qingluo blinked her big eyes and understood what Fakong meant. She stretched out her right palm and pressed the South Heaven Gate again, but she didn't feel anything strange, only a vague sense of vastness.

"The Qianlong pendant is the foundation," Fakong said, "The most correct way is to stick the jade pendant on the stone."

"Master, the jade pendant can also receive power without sticking it on the stone."

"There will be loss."

"Will it be faster if it is stuck on the jade pendant?"

"Of course."

"This is a really wonderful idea." Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong with admiration. He couldn't think of this idea.

Fakong smiled.

This is the charging pile in the previous life. It is a very simple idea. The difficulty is how to charge it. It involves many secrets and wisdom. It is the culmination of his many martial arts accomplishments and secrets.

"This will be the main battlefield." Fakong looked up at the blue sky, dotted with several white clouds.

Two small black dots moved vaguely among these white clouds.

"Is it really going to start?" Xu Qingluo's eyes suddenly brightened, staring at him, excited and worried.

Fakong glanced at the mountain opposite.

The opposite mountain peak was three or four hundred meters away. Even though the withered and yellow bamboos were all over the mountain, a gust of wind blew and the bamboo forest surged like turbulent waves.

Xu Qingluo said: "Is there anyone?"

"Yes, someone has been watching us." Fakong said: "I can't hold it back any longer."

He suddenly released his momentum.

The momentum of the peak of the second grade surged out, dragging Xu Qingluo up, and turned into a purple-gold light and shot over.

In the bamboo sea, a white shadow shot out and disappeared from Fakong and Xu Qingluo's vision in the blink of an eye.

The two stopped, stood on the bamboo top, and looked at the direction where the middle-aged man in white disappeared: "Master, is this a disciple of Kunshan Saint Church?"

"Yes."

"Isn't this light skill amazing?" Xu Qingluo said in surprise: "It's only a little worse than Uncle Lin."

"If the light skill is not good, they won't be sent out to do this kind of thing." Fakong said.

Xu Qingluo said worriedly: "If there are a few more people with such amazing Qinggong, Master may not be able to hold on."

If they attack Master while he is still unstable, can Fakong hold on with such amazing Qinggong and body skills?

Fakong smiled and said: "Let's go."

When he returned to his courtyard, he found Chu Ling weeding in the pagoda garden with Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu.

With the divine water irrigating the land, the vegetables grow vigorously, and the grass grows equally vigorously. The grass even grows more vigorously than the vegetables, and the weeds have to be weeded every few days.

Faning's energy is mainly focused on the Medicine Valley, and he will go there every two days, so the weeding work here is handed over to Zhou Yang.

Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yu also want to help.

Seeing Fakong coming back, Chu Ling clapped her hands and ran away.

She came to Fakong, looked him up and down, and looked at Xu Qingluo: "Qingluo, where did you go to play?"

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "We went outside the city. The scenery is very different from that in the city."

"Wait for me next time." Chu Ling looked at Fakong.

Fakong shook his head and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you still dare to come. Aren't you afraid that Prince Xin will be angry?"

"Don't mention it!" Chu Ling immediately showed an angry look and snorted: "Ninth brother is too unkind. He actually went to complain to the mother and the grandmother. I was scolded and my head was about to explode."

Fakong said: "Then will Your Highness still drink?"

Chu Ling snorted: "I only promised not to get drunk, not to drink. It's okay to drink less."

Fakong said: "If I let you drink again, not only will Prince Xin be dissatisfied, but the Queen and the Queen will also be angry. Then he will come over and scold me."

"Are you scared?"

"Yes, I am."

"So you don't want to drink with me anymore?"

"Your Highness, our fate of drinking is over."

"You are a monk, you are really timid." Chu Ling looked disdainful: "The Queen Mother and the Empress Dowager can't do anything to you. Don't forget that you have a title and a plaque written by your father."

"If I drink with you again, I'm afraid the plaque will be taken back and the title will be taken back."

"Impossible." Chu Ling waved her jade hand.

She thought Fakong was joking.

But Fakong didn't mean to joke at all. It seemed like a joke, but it was really not a joke.

Fakong said: "If we drink together again, I will be an evil person who tempted you to fall in the eyes of the Queen and the Queen Mother. How can they let me off easily?"

"My mother and the Empress Dowager admire you very much."

"That's not the case." Fakong shook his head: "If I lead you astray, then I am not a great monk, but an evil monk. My magical powers are not great, but sorcery. In short, I need to be dealt with."

"You are getting more and more incomprehensible." Chu Ling laughed.

Fakong said seriously: "This is not a joke. Let's not drink alcohol from today. Let's drink tea."

"What's the taste of drinking tea?" Chu Ling said dissatisfiedly: "I just tasted a little bit of the goodness of fine wine."

"Why don't we go to two teahouses today and compare them carefully, so that we can appreciate the beauty of tea."

"Isn't the tribute tea in the palace better than those in the teahouses?" Chu Ling said disdainfully: "It tastes just as bad."

"When you first drink wine, it's nothing but spicy, but in the end, won't it taste wonderful?" Fakong said.

"...Okay."

Xu Qingluo hurriedly said: "Master, I will come too."

Fakong looked at her.

Xu Qingluo looked at Chu Ling, her big eyes showing pleading.

She knew that the master would not buy her tricks. If he did not agree, no matter how she begged and acted like a spoiled child, it would be useless.

But Chu Ling bought her tricks.

Sure enough, seeing her so pitiful, Chu Ling said: "Qingluo will come along,... Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu will come too."

Xu Qingluo cheered immediately and looked at Fakong pitifully.

Chu Ling said: "I agreed."

"Okay." Fakong nodded: "Don't make trouble."

"Master, don't worry!" Xu Qingluo ran out immediately and told Zhou Yu and Zhou Yang the good news.

A group of people left the outer courtyard and came to the Guanyu Building on Zhuque Avenue, which is the teahouse next to Guanyun Building.

After entering, listening to the sound of the Cong Cong Qin and savoring the faint fragrance of tea, several people looked solemn and intoxicated.

After drinking three cups of tea, everyone left Guanyu Tower.

"Master, the tea here seems not as good as the one in our temple." Xu Qingluo lowered her voice and turned her head to look at Guanyu Tower.

Guanyu Tower is indeed a good place to find peace in a bustling city.

Unfortunately, the tea is not good.

Not only tea, but also water.

The tea in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple is tribute tea, which is presented by the two princes of Yi Wang and Ying Wang, Princess Xin Xu Miaoru and Princess Jingbei.

The water in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple is holy water.

The combination of the two is not comparable to the teahouse outside.

But Guanyu Tower also has its unique features. Listening to the sound of the piano and drinking tea, it is particularly refreshing and calming, and a piece of intoxication.

Of course, this taste is not as good as the Qingxin Mantra.

But it is already a rare enjoyment.

Fakong looked at Chu Ling: "What do you think, Your Highness?"

"What Sister Qingluo said is true, it is indeed not as good as the tea in your temple."

"Then let's go to the next one."

"Forget it, let's go back and drink tea. I'll have someone bring a zither over, and I'll play the zither to cheer you up."

"That's good." Xu Qingluo clapped her hands.

Chu Ling clapped her hands.

A handsome young man in purple robe came over and bowed: "Your Highness."

"Bring the Qingluan zither in my palace to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple."

"Yes."

The purple-robed young man agreed respectfully, and slid into the crowd without a sound.

When they slowly strolled back to the temple, the purple-robed young man was already waiting outside the gate of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple with an ebony-colored ancient zither.

He presented the zither to Chu Ling with both hands.

Chu Ling took it, took a look at it, confirmed that it was his Qingluan zither, and nodded: "Yes."

Xu Qingluo pouted at Zhou Yang.

Zhou Yang reluctantly stepped forward and helped take the zither.

Chu Ling smiled and said, "Thank you, Little Zhou Yang."

Zhou Yang said in a muffled voice, "Your Highness, you don't need to thank me. Just remove the word xiao."

"Everyone calls you Little Zhou Yang, and of course I can't be an exception." Chu Ling laughed and followed Fa Kong into the courtyard.

In Fa Kong's courtyard, she saw Li Ying, who was wearing a black shirt and had a serious face.

A gust of wind blew, and Li Ying's black shirt fluttered gently, looking heroic.