Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong said: "It's not from the three major sects, nor from the six paths of the devil sect."

Xu Qingluo asked curiously: "If it's not from the three major sects, nor from the six paths of the devil sect, then what other sects are there in the world that the Southern Supervisory Office is afraid of?"

Fakong smiled.

Xu Qingluo asked puzzledly: "Master, is there any more powerful sect besides the three major sects and the six paths of the devil sect?"

"There are so many sects in the world, countless. As the saying goes, there are dragons and snakes in a big lake. How can there not be some sects with strong strength but ordinary reputation?" Fakong said: "Many sects do not seek fame, but focus on making money. If you think that the top sects in the world are only these two, you underestimate the heroes in the world."

"Then the sects of these two guys are very strong?" Xu Qingluo said: "Is it stronger than any of the six paths of the devil sect?"

"The number of people may be insufficient, and the strength is not as good, but the degree of difficulty..." Fakong shook his head and said: "If these two die, many Southern Guards will be unlucky."

"Monk, should I remind them?" Chu Ling asked.

Fakong smiled: "Your Highness, do you think they will listen to what we say?... Let's hurry on our way."

"Brother..." Faning showed a worried look.

He thought he should still inform them.

As for whether they will listen after the reminder, whether they can listen to it or not, it depends on their own luck.

But if I don't remind them, I will always have a grudge in my heart.

Fakong said: "Brother, if you want to tell them, then go ahead."

"Thank you, brother." Faning hurriedly put his hands together and bowed, floating away. His sturdy and strong body was like a feather gradually drifting away with the wind. It seemed slow, but in fact it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xu Qingluo whispered: "Master, do you think it's useless?"

"Yeah." Fakong nodded.

"... It should have some effect, right?" Xu Qingluo whispered.

Master is almost perfect, but it is impossible for him to see every little thing accurately and without any mistakes.

If I remind them that there is a problem with the sect of these two people, will they not take it to heart and be more careful?

Any normal person would be more careful, right?

Fakong shook his head: "The Southern Supervisory Department is now in a period of expansion. The Green Internal Department and the Green External Department have merged. They will think that they have won and have no opponents. They will be arrogant."

"...Yes." Xu Qingluo nodded gently.

Fakong said: "In this case, let alone unknown sects, even the Six Paths of the Demon Sect are not taken seriously by them. They may even be ready to move, hoping that the sects of these two people will be more powerful so that they can show their skills and show their power."

"Will it be like this?" Xu Qingluo frowned and pondered.

Fakong looked at Chu Ling.

Chu Ling said: "Whether they listen or not is their business, and whether we say it or not is our business. If they don't listen after we say it, they will seek their own death, and we can't blame them."

"That's right." Zhou Yu nodded gently.

She agreed with this point of view, and she only wanted to do things with a clear conscience.

Fakong smiled.

Everyone has their own opinions and ideas, and he won't force them.

I am just a passer-by.

Watch the world with a cold eye, and smile at the wind and clouds.

Faning's sturdy body caught up lightly.

Xu Qingluo hurriedly smiled and said, "Uncle Master, did they listen to it?"

Faning scratched his head, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid..."

Xu Qingluo said, "Do you think you are making a fuss?"

Faning nodded slowly.

After hearing his warning, they showed a strange smile, and a playful look on their faces, as if they heard something funny.

Faning was just honest and kind, not stupid. Seeing their appearance, he knew that his good intentions were despised and underestimated by them.

"Then forget it, let's go." Fakong said.

Faning sighed and nodded.

The moonlight was like water. They ran fast in the moonlight. The wind in their faces gradually became colder, and frost began to fall.

"Master, are we going to keep going?" Xu Qingluo asked in confusion, "Are you not in a hurry?"

"It's up to you." Fakong said, "If you want to go, go. If you want to rest, rest."

"Then let's find a place to rest for a night. It won't be too late to go tomorrow."

"That's right." Chu Ling responded positively.

"Hey, there's a temple over there." Zhou Yu pointed to the distance. They saw a cluster of fire in the distance, which was the fire of a temple in the mountains.

Everyone sped up and came to the mountain temple, and saw a blazing bonfire inside.

This mountain temple was already dilapidated. The door of the main hall was gone. You could directly see that the mountain god statue in the hall was broken in half, leaving only half of the clay mold.

There was still some paint on the body of the mold. There was no offering table. A bonfire was burning in the open space in front of the clay mold.

Six men were sitting by the bonfire.

The six men were two groups, one wearing yellow shirts and the other wearing green shirts. They sat on the left and right sides, facing the bonfire.

The bonfire was burning with crackling sounds, driving away the chill of the night, and the jumping flames illuminated the faces.

When Fakong and his group came outside the hall, the two groups turned their heads at the same time.

When they saw Xu Qingluo's three children and Fakong's four adults, their eyes just turned around in exploration, and their faces did not change. They were still solemn and dignified.

Fakong and his group did not look threatening. Their temples were not bulging, and their eyes were not shining. They did not look like masters.

Xu Qingluo stepped forward and clasped her fists, saying, "Seniors, we are tired from traveling, and we want to come in and rest our feet. May I ask if you can help us?"

As she spoke, her big eyes showed a pleading look.

Zhou Yang curled his lips secretly.

Lin Feiyang wanted to speak, but when he heard Xu Qingluo say this, he stopped and looked at Xu Qingluo with a smile.

"All over the world, we are brothers. You don't have to be polite. Come and sit down." A middle-aged man in a yellow shirt said in a deep voice.

"Thank you, seniors." Xu Qingluo smiled sweetly, "I haven't asked you your name yet. I am Xu Qingluo, a registered disciple of the Great Snow Mountain Vajra Temple."

"Great Snow Mountain Vajra Temple?" As soon as these words fell, surprised shouts rang out one after another.

The faces of the people who were originally indifferent became serious, and they couldn't help but sit up straight, and their expressions and momentum changed immediately.

Their eyes fell on Fakong and Faning, especially on the bald head.

Xu Qingluo pointed at Fakong and said with a smile: "My master is a disciple of the Vajra Temple. He is genuine and fair."

Fakong clasped his hands together and said calmly: "I am Fakong."

"I am Faning."

"Master Fakong, Master Faning, I am sorry." The two gangs clasped their hands together in return and stood up.

Xu Qingluo raised her thin eyebrows at Chu Ling, feeling very proud.

A person's reputation is like a tree's shadow. The reputation of the Vajra Temple in the Great Snow Mountain is indeed enough. In the future, he can travel the martial arts world with the reputation of his master.

Chu Ling was surprised.

She didn't expect that these martial arts masters would change their faces so quickly.

Everyone's temples were bulging, and their eyes were shining. One could tell at a glance that they had good cultivation and extraordinary momentum.

When Xu Qingluo first started, everyone looked solemn and had the demeanor of a master.

But after hearing the name Xu Qingluo reported, their reserved pride suddenly disappeared, and they immediately changed to respectful expressions.

Is the name of the Great Snow Mountain Vajra Temple really so powerful?

The two gangs had previously been secretly competing with each other, and now they hurriedly stood up and squeezed each other, making way for Fakong and his friends to sit down.

Fakong and Fakong clasped their hands to thank them, and sat down without being polite.

Xu Qingluo sat down next to Fakong, and Lin Feiyang sat on the other side, just blocking the two ends with Faning on the left and right.

After sitting down, the atmosphere became warm in the blazing bonfire, no longer as cold as before.

Everyone's faces, which had been tense, smiled.

A middle-aged man in yellow shirt said with a smile: "The Great Snow Mountain is mysterious and powerful. We yearn for it. It is a blessing to see it today! ... Master, where are you from?"

"Shenjing." Fakong smiled and said: "Where are you going, all donors?"

"Coincidentally, we are going to Shenjing." A middle-aged man in green shirt smiled and said: "Master, you are from Shenjing, do you know the Southern Supervisory Department?"

Fakong nodded and smiled: "Southern Supervisory Department? It has just been established and it is in its heyday. How can we not know it."

"We are going to the Southern Supervisory Department and want to be a Southern Supervisory Department Guard."

"This is a good place." Fakong nodded.

"Master, do you think this is a good place?"

"A rare good place."

"Then are there any monks in the Great Snow Mountain who have joined the Southern Supervisory Department?"

"This..." Fakong shook his head: "Not yet."

"Why doesn't the Great Snow Mountain join?"

"I am just an ordinary disciple, and I only know how to follow orders." Fakong shook his head and smiled.

The person who asked the question smiled embarrassedly and changed the subject: "Master, which department and which chancellor do you think we should join?"

At Fakong's age, although he wears a cassock and should have some status, he is too young to make the decision.

It is indeed difficult for him to ask him why the disciples of the Great Snow Mountain do not join the Southern Supervisory Department.

Fakong pondered and said, "The Eastern Chancellor should need manpower the most, right? He was just killed by the Green-robed Internal Affairs, and now he should need to recruit more manpower."

"Kill...kill all?" Everyone was shocked.

Fakong smiled and looked at Xu Qingluo.

Xu Qingluo immediately took over the conversation: "Don't you seniors know about the conflict between the Southern Supervisory Department and the Green-robed Internal Affairs in Shenjing?"

Everyone shook their heads.

"Then let me tell you..."

Xu Qingluo told the story vividly, and everyone's faces changed and their expressions became serious.

They originally thought that after joining the Southern Supervisory Department, they would become the Southern Guards, majestic and confident.

I never expected that after joining the Southern Supervisory Department, it would be so dangerous and in danger of being destroyed at any time.

Although the two yamen have compromised now, who knows if they will make trouble again.

They looked at each other in bewilderment for a moment.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "But it shouldn't matter now. The emperor is furious. The Green and Southern Supervisory Departments dare not mess around anymore. They can be quiet for a while, right, Master?"

"Yes." Fakong nodded.

Lin Feiyang said, "I don't think it will be quiet for too long. The Southern Supervisory Department will be more and more unable to swallow this breath."

They suffered a heavy setback this time. Even if the Green Internal Department was incorporated into the Green External Department, it seems that the punishment will be heavier.

But it is an indisputable fact that so many Southern Guards were killed. This will become a shame for the Southern Supervisory Department. The stronger the Southern Supervisory Department is, the more they will not be able to tolerate this shame.