Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The two could no longer move, their bodies trembled like sieves.

After more than a dozen breaths, the trembling gradually stopped.

Xu Qingluo looked at Chu Ling helplessly.

Chu Ling stamped her feet and snorted: "Qingluo, your master is really too much!"

"Sister Chu, there must be a reason why the master doesn't let us go. Let's listen to the master." Xu Qingluo said.

"Aren't you curious?"

"I'm very curious, but since the master has spoken..." Xu Qingluo shook her head helplessly.

"Let's try." Chu Ling's eyes turned, flashing cunning.

Xu Qingluo looked at her.

Chu Ling shook Xu Qingluo's arm: "Let's go, Qingluo, let's try to see if we can see it. It doesn't matter if your master knows, at most he will scold you a few words."

"We can't get close, the master will know."

"We approach secretly."

"You can't hide it from the master."

"Qingluo, you think too much of your master."

"Sister Chu, the master is more powerful than I thought." Xu Qingluo shook her head.

"You admire your master too much." Chu Ling said, "You think too much of him."

"Ah..." Xu Qingluo shook her head.

It's not that I think too much of my master, it's Sister Chu who thinks too much of my master, a weak exaggeration.

The Master that Sister Chu saw was only the most ordinary side of the Master, and she had never seen the other side of the Master.

Sister Chu must have never seen the Master swinging a sword.

The speed of the Master swinging a sword exceeds the speed of any species in the world, and only lightning can be comparable. Only by seeing it with your own eyes can you experience how strong the impact is.

This strong impact has been branded in my mind. Every time I think of it, I will be refreshed and encourage myself to practice harder.

And the Master controls the thunder and lightning clouds and can heal thousands of people with a wave of his hand. These are powers beyond people's imagination and close to the gods.

Such a powerful Master, because of his gentle and calm demeanor and ordinary appearance, and his hidden martial arts skills, will unconsciously become an ordinary person after getting along for a period of time, as if the divine monk Fakong is not the person in front of you.

This is an absolute illusion.

Sister Chu fell into this illusion.

Because she practiced the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra and had the Buddhist beads blessed with the Pure Heart Mantra, she could stay awake all the time.

Chu Ling shook her arm: "Qingluo, good Qingluo, let's go."

"Ah" Xu Qingluo looked at her and sighed helplessly: "Okay, then let's try."

"Yes, we should try." Chu Ling nodded hurriedly and shook her arm vigorously: "Hurry up, it's too late, maybe you can't see anything."

In front of Fakong, Xu Qingluo was very well-behaved, often acting like a little girl, and still like a little girl.

But in front of others, she showed her extraordinary intelligence, mature and stable.

So even though Chu Ling was eight years older than her, he unconsciously treated her as a peer, discussed problems with her, and often listened to her suggestions.

"Let's go." The two of them walked out of the outer courtyard gate lightly, walked along Zhuque Avenue, and asked someone on the side of the road about the location of Dayan Temple.

Chu Ling was not familiar with the roads in Shenjing, but Xu Qingluo was very familiar with it.

She had a photographic memory and was attentive to everything. She had already memorized every street and alley in Shenjing, forming a clear map in her mind.

When they arrived outside the Dayan Temple, they found that it was surrounded by soldiers wearing light armor.

The two of them stuck to the corner of an alley and looked around. They didn't find any flaws or loopholes, so they couldn't get in.

"I can get in with my badge." Chu Ling said softly.

Xu Qingluo shook her head: "It's useless. Sister Chu, as soon as you show your badge, they will report it first, and the master will know it of course."

"What can we do?" Chu Ling asked.

Xu Qingluo said: "Sister Chu, don't you know how to disguise yourself? Otherwise, how can we get in?"

"I can only pretend to be one person, not someone else." Chu Ling said embarrassedly.

Xu Qingluo sighed: "Then I have to come forward... I know someone who can sneak in."

Chu Ling hurriedly said: "Then hurry up."

Xu Qingluo looked up at Da Yan Temple, as if she saw the master staring at her, and immediately shrank back: "Sister Chu, the master wants to punish me, you can't just stand by and watch me die."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll say that I forced you to come here."

"Yes, it's really the truth."

"Qingluo!" Chu Ling glared at her.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "It's best to take all the responsibility on you, Sister Chu, the master won't punish you."

"I'm afraid he will complain to Brother Nine, and Brother Nine will complain to Mother and Grandmother, and I won't even be able to get out again."

"Then are we still going in?"

"We're here, how can we retreat!"

"Let's fight!" Xu Qingluo gritted her teeth, unable to suppress her curiosity, and came to the gate of Da Yan Temple with Chu Ling.

Four armored soldiers blocked the door with serious expressions.

Xu Qingluo said to a tall and burly soldier: "Brother Lu, I'm looking for my master."

"...Go in." The tall and burly soldier smiled and stepped back: "It's terrible inside, Miss Xu, you'd better be prepared."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Lu." Xu Qingluo smiled generously.

Chu Ling breathed a sigh of relief.

I didn't expect it to be so smooth, Qingluo's face is quite useful.

Although it was a fox borrowing the power of the tiger, it was borrowing the power of Fakong.

Just as the two women walked five steps away and approached the gate of Dayan Temple, their faces suddenly changed and turned pale.

The thick bloody smell seemed to stick to the air, so thick that it could not be dissolved. A breath seemed to block the alveoli.

The whole mouth and nose were full of blood.

The chest could not help but surge.

"Wow!" Chu Ling vomited immediately, bent down and leaned on an ancient tree to vomit violently.

Xu Qingluo's face was also ugly.

However, the Buddhist beads penetrated into the cool air, which seemed to spread all over the body, thus suppressing the vomiting intention.

She stepped forward and gently patted Chu Ling's back. The true energy was already attached to her hands, regulating Chu Ling's body and relieving discomfort.

She took off a water bag from her waist and handed it to Chu Ling.

Chu Ling took it, rinsed his mouth, drank two mouthfuls of the holy water, and exhaled a long breath, finally feeling better.

Her face was still pale, and she turned to look at Xu Qingluo: "Qingluo, don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"It smells terrible." Xu Qingluo nodded: "I tried hard not to vomit. Are you feeling better now?"

"Much better." Chu Ling wanted to pinch her nose and looked at Dayan Temple with disgust: "This smell is too strong and disgusting!"

The bloody smell continued to rush into her mouth and nose, wanting to soak her completely, and she felt more and more breathless.

"Otherwise, let's go." Seeing her like this, Xu Qingluo whispered: "We can smell such a strong smell now, it must be even worse inside. No wonder Master didn't let us come here. We will definitely have nightmares after seeing it."

"...Let's see first." Chu Ling hesitated, and finally gritted her teeth.

"Okay." Seeing her insistence, Xu Qingluo knew that she was stubborn, so she stopped persuading her. The two walked in hand in hand.

Just as they were about to enter the gate, a huge white light column shot up into the sky and broke through the sky.

Chu Ling's eyes widened immediately.

"The Great Light Mantra." Xu Qingluo said softly, "Master is casting the Great Light Mantra to save them."

Chu Ling turned his head to look at her.

Xu Qingluo nodded gently: "Master cast it."

Chu Ling knew that she would not lie, but seeing such a thick white light column, he still found it incredible.

Can mortals do this?

When Fakong and Chu Xiang arrived at Dayan Temple with two Qianlong Guards, Dayan Temple was gloomy and the air was oppressive.

Smelling the extremely strong bloody smell, Chu Xiang's face became extremely ugly before entering the gate, and he said in a deep voice: "It's not Huangquan Valley."

Huangquan Valley uses poison, and there is no such strong bloody smell at all, only death.

Fakong nodded.

The two stepped into the gate and saw the corpses piled up in front of the Great Hall, soaked in blood.

The flat yard in front of the Great Hall originally had a drainage ditch, but it was blocked by the corpses. The blood could not flow out, and all gathered in the yard to form a blood pool, soaking the corpses in it.

More than a hundred corpses were stacked six layers high, forming a mountain of corpses. The highest corpse was lying on its back, with a sword pierced into its heart, and the sword blade stood straight up.

The sword tassel was snow-white and fluttering slightly.

Outside the threshold of the main hall, one person was kneeling and the other was standing.

The one kneeling was the handsome monk Jingfan, staring at the mountain of corpses, especially the corpse with a sword pierced into its heart. It was his master, the abbot of Dayan Temple, Master Zhiming.

Standing next to him was Feng Chaoling.

Feng Chaoling's face was as gloomy as iron, and he stood with his hands behind his back. When he saw Fakong and Chu Xiang coming in, he put his hands together in greeting, strode along the corridor next to him to the door, put his hands together again, and then clasped his fists.

As the leader of the Qianlong Guard, he certainly recognized Chu Xiang.

Chu Xiang clasped his fists in return: "Old Feng, the bodies are all here, is there anyone else?"

"Your Highness, they are all here." Feng Chaoling said in a deep voice: "After killing people, this murderer gathered all the bodies here. Is this a demonstration, or is there a deep hatred!"

"Are there any suspected targets?" Chu Xiang said.

This way of killing is still very unique. After killing people, the bodies are gathered together, piled into a mountain, and then the long sword is left behind.

I just don't know how good the martial arts of the monks in Dayan Temple are. If their martial arts are good, then this person's swordsmanship is also good.

"I have no clue." Feng Chaoling shook his head and turned to Fakong: "So I can only rely on the master's magical powers."

If it weren't for such a tragic incident, if it weren't for Jingfan, he, as the leader of Qianlongwei, would never ask Fakong for help.

Fakong looked at Jingfan.

Monk Jingfan's eyes were bleeding, and his eyes were full of bloodshot, as if two flames were flickering faintly.

His cheeks bulged, and his teeth clenched, his hatred was overwhelming, and his murderous intent was boiling.

Jingfan is an orphan who entered the temple when he was young and was raised by the abbot Zhiming. Although he is called a master, his relationship is better than that of a father and son.

Jingfan cannot accept this scene.

He joined the Qianlong Guard, but he has not yet mastered his magic skills, has not yet become famous, has not yet given back to the Dayan Temple, and has not even repaid his master's kindness.

Originally, he was ambitious and confident. With his qualifications and the Six Paths of Reincarnation Sutra, he would be able to practice in the Qianlong Guard like a fish in water, and he would be able to make rapid progress and soon become famous and revive the Dayan Temple.

But now, everything has become a bubble.

"Does he know anything?" Fakong said.

Feng Chaoling shook his head: "He said that the Dayan Temple is kind to others and has never made enemies with anyone. If there is any hatred, it is only because of him, and he has a hatred with several princes."

"Which prince does he suspect?" Fakong asked.

Feng Chaoling hesitated and nodded slightly.