Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong sat alone in the pavilion.

In the scenery of lakes and mountains, he felt the tranquility around him, enjoyed the peace, and was quiet in body and mind.

This absolute sense of security was something he could not enjoy in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, even though there were now four grandmasters in the outer courtyard.

There were four grandmasters, but compared to the grandmasters of the Vajra Temple, they were not even a little bit worse.

The absolute gap caused a gap in sense of security.

Because he was an orphan, his lack of security had penetrated into his bones. Even though he was now a first-class grandmaster, with the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art and more than enough to protect himself, he still lacked a sense of security.

Without practicing the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art and achieving the Golden Body, no matter how much life the Medicine Buddha statue gave him, he could not be completely at ease.

And to achieve the Golden Body, you need enough merits, a vast amount of merits, and you cannot miss any opportunity.

The Rain Prayer Ceremony and the Blessing Ceremony complement each other and increase the number of believers together. The more believers, the more merits.

He is not even satisfied with Shenjing now. He needs to gain more believers, so he can't just focus on Shenjing.

This time, it was the person he asked Lin Feiyang to find secretly who acted as the fuse and suddenly shouted the request for rain.

So it ignited people's desire, and the great wish was fulfilled immediately.

However, although the great wish was fulfilled, the rain-praying ceremony this time was not yet ready.

"Brother." Fawu came lightly, silently passed over the lake, landed in the pavilion, and clasped his hands in a salute.

Fakong woke up from his intoxication, clasped his hands and smiled, "Brother Fawu, how is your retreat going?"

Fawu was still tall and handsome, and his spirits were high.

Although his title of the first person of the Fa generation was taken away by Faning, it did not damage his state of mind at all.

His state of mind was stable and his spirits were high.

Fakong judged that it was because he had experienced the trials of life and death and suffered the injury of a broken arm, so he looked down on these things.

Fame is just false, and cultivation is real.

"Great progress." Fawu said, "I want to go to Dayong again and see what's going on in Dayong's martial arts world."

"I think our Daqian martial arts world is more active than that in Dayong's martial arts world."

"Daqian martial arts world..., there shouldn't be too many changes." Fawu said, "Although the Southern Supervisory Office has been established, it won't be able to open up the situation in a short period of time."

Fakong said, "Brother Fawu, do you want to polish your mind and character by traveling around Dayong's martial arts world, so as to achieve the first level of enlightenment?"

"Yes." Fawu admitted frankly, "I think only between life and death can you see your true self, it's useless at other times."

"Aren't you afraid of losing your life like last time, or even worse than last time?"

"Life and death, death and life, reincarnation never ends, not to mention that with you here, even if I die, I can enter the Western Paradise."

"Since you've given up, then go."

His eyes suddenly became deep.

Fawu endured the discomfort and let Fakong watch, feeling quite nervous.

He said he was not afraid of death, but if he could avoid death, it would be better not to die. Seeing Fakong's expression, he knew he was not in danger.

Fakong's face was calm: "Now it seems that you may not be able to survive this trip. I will go to collect your body and cast the Great Light Mantra to send you to the Western Paradise."

Fawu was stunned.

"Junior brother, think twice."

Fawu hesitated: "Where am I in danger?"

Fakong shook his head: "I can't see where, I only saw you die in the hands of a monk."

"Monk..." Fawu pondered: "If I avoid the monk, can I avoid the disaster of death?"

Fakong's deep eyes shone on him again.

He felt uncomfortable all over, and secretly decided not to let Fakong use his clairvoyance again, it was too torturous.

Fakong retracted his gaze and said calmly: "You can't avoid it."

"...Which monk?"

Fakong shook his head: "He didn't show his face, um..."

He immediately fell into deep thought and said: "Both times of the clairvoyance are like this. This monk is very unusual. It seems that he can avoid my prying... or he has treasures or secrets to conceal his breath and secrets."

He then smiled: "Junior brother, your current cultivation is already high enough. Think about it, how can it be an ordinary monk who can kill you."

"As long as I enter Dayong, I will be killed by this monk?"

"Well, it seems so at present." Fakong nodded: "In my opinion, it's better to slow down and practice for two years before going to Dayong."

"Two years..." Fawu shook his head.

I can't wait for two years, not even two months.

Fakong said, "Then you want to force your way in, give it a try, and die if you want?"

"...Yes." Fawu nodded gently: "Everything depends on human effort, I may not necessarily lose my life."

"Go back and think it over." Fakong said, "Your life is your own, and it is up to you to decide whether to go and die!"

"Goodbye, brother." Fawu clasped his hands together, turned around and floated out of the pavilion, tapped his toes lightly on the lake, and floated out of the valley without a trace.

Fakong stared at his back with deep eyes until he disappeared from his sight.

He smiled.

I lied.

But it seemed to be a very successful lie, which was the most correct way to use the divine eye.

In the future I saw, Faxing narrowly escaped death and returned to the Vajra Temple safely without any danger.

But if I said that, Faxing would be more courageous under his laziness, and the danger would naturally increase, and he might really die.

After I said that his life was in danger, I looked at his future again, and he still returned safely without any danger.

And before he left, he took another look.

In the end, Fawu chose to enter Dayong, with the determination to die, and finally overcame his inner fear.

There is great fear between life and death.

With this step, his state of mind experienced the most complete transformation.

After entering Dayong, he experienced dangers, was hunted down repeatedly, and was often surrounded and suppressed. Finally, in the most dangerous fight, he suddenly had an epiphany while being seriously injured, and stepped into the first rank in one fell swoop.

Under normal circumstances, if he breaks through in a fierce battle, he should then kill everyone in a majestic and joyous manner.

Unfortunately, reality is not that wonderful.

He had already pissed off the Daimyolian Temple.

Monk Yuande of Daimyolian Temple personally hunted him down.

He is a first-grade grandmaster, and Yuande Shenmon stepped into the realm of a first-grade grandmaster earlier than him, and his cultivation is stronger. The martial arts of Vajra Temple are powerful, and the martial arts of Daimyolian Temple are even more powerful.

He, a first-level grandmaster, was in great embarrassment when he was chased by the Yuande Divine Monk, and finally managed to escape back to the Vajra Temple.

If it hadn't been for the elders of the Kongang Temple who had been on the King Kong Peak to support him, he would have died at the hands of the divine monk Yuande.

Fa Kong felt solemn after seeing the future Yuande Divine Monk.

I didn't expect that this Yuande Divine Monk was already so powerful.

It seems that I am making rapid progress, and others are not idle either.

There are so many geniuses in this world. They are talented and practice hard. They really don't give ordinary people a way to survive.

A bright moon hangs high in the night sky.

The night is dark.

Deep in a forest, a bonfire was blazing.

Several old trees were struck by thunder and were charred, black and dry. They had been dead for many years and their wood was rotten.

Now it has been cut off and a place has been cleared.

The tree stump just turned into a stool, allowing Li Ying to sit without getting muddy.

Dead wood is easy to burn, and the flames are blazing, driving away the coldness of the night and driving away the coming frost.

Li Ying was dressed in black, her crystal clear face looked peaceful, and she was staring at the blazing bonfire in trance.

The purple-gold shadow suddenly flashed, and Fa Kong appeared beside her, sat on another tree stump next to her, and looked at her with a smile.

Li Ying stared at the bonfire without turning her head to look at him.

Fakong saw her eyes turning from empty to real, and said with a smile: "How are you? She looks radiant, and her cultivation has made great progress, which is gratifying."

Li Ying turned to look at him and snorted softly: "I thought the master was so busy that he forgot about me."

She guessed that Fukong would use his magical power to find her, but she didn't expect that two days had passed before he came looking for her.

On the first day, I thought he was coming, but he didn't come. On the second day, I was annoyed that he still hadn't come. On the third day, I was even more annoyed, but he showed up after all.

Fakong added a dead branch from the bonfire to make the flames brighter: "Didn't you bake something to eat?"

"No appetite." Li Ying said.

Fa Kong suddenly disappeared in a flash.

After a while, he appeared again with four sweet potatoes in his hand.

Each one is about the size of a fist.

He strung them on sticks, threw two to her, and one in each hand. He held the sweet potatoes at a distance from the flames.

Li Ying took them, holding them one by one in each hand, and stretched them to the flame to roast them.

The two of them chatted while roasting sweet potatoes.

Li Ying's mood had adjusted now and she said calmly: "Why do you have time to talk to me today?"

Fakong smiled and said: "Just after you left, someone suddenly begged me to pray for rain again. The drought in Shenjing has been severe. This time the haystack was lit. More and more people gathered outside the temple, forcing me to agree."

"Are you going to pray for rain again?"

"yes."

"...You know the current situation is not a good time to pray for rain."

"Well, now is indeed the wrong time. It's too eye-catching, especially the attention of Prince Duan."

"Do you want to join the Southern Supervision Department?"

"Oh."

"I'm afraid that once you succeed in praying for rain, Prince Duan will personally invite you to join the Southern Supervision Department and promise you a high official position. Can you resist?"

Fakong smiled: "Now that I think about it, it's actually not bad to make an offering at the Southern Supervision Department."

Li Ying looked at him sideways, half-smiling: "It's really good for you. Unlike me, you have no grudge with the Southern Supervision Department... Prince Duan should use your magical powers instead of martial arts to live leisurely." In your own life, just use your magical power. I don’t know how many more times your life can last!”

"Oh, the price of magical power!" Fakong laughed: "So it's a pity that I am destined to miss Prince Duan."

Li Ying shook her head.

She has always felt that the cost of Fa Kong's magical power is not that serious. It may not be the consumption of lifespan. Even if it consumes lifespan, it is probably very small.

Otherwise, he would never have used it so casually, and his magical powers had been integrated into his every move.

"I can ask my father to bring someone over to help."

"No need to bother Taoist master." Fakong shook his head: "This time I will ask the first-level masters in the temple to come over and help with the formation. It is enough."

"Jingang Temple..." Li Ying nodded lightly.

What are you worrying about? He still has a temple as his backing, and even the entire Snowy Mountain as his backing. How could he be short of people?

But usually, the masters of Kongang Temple would not easily leave the Snowy Mountains and come to Shenjing. This time they broke the rules. Is there a special meaning?

She turned her head and stared at Fakong, wanting to see what happened.

Fakong looked at each other calmly.

Under the blazing flames, Li Yingying's white face became more and more delicate.

Fakong's eyes turned to her beautiful face and he smiled: "Okay, it's also a demonstration. Let's show the wealth of our Vajra Temple and make Prince Duan be more honest, so as not to really think that he can do whatever he wants."