Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Chu Ling suppressed her curiosity and returned to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

She went to Fakong's courtyard and found that Fakong was not there. She went to the pagoda garden and found that Fakong was still not there.

Her curiosity turned into anger and she said angrily: "Qingluo, where did your master go again!"

"Master is elusive, I don't know." Xu Qingluo was posing in a strange posture.

This was the secret method of building the foundation that she was following Xu Zhijian's teachings.

Such a strange posture looked simple, but there were countless key points and tricks. Without sufficient qualifications, it would not be done correctly.

The more accurate it is, the better the effect.

Xu Qingluo had a photographic memory and a strong spirit. She manipulated her body meticulously and made this posture exactly right.

She was feeling the heat coming from all directions of her body, drilling into every inch of her skin, bones and bone marrow.

Every time a wisp of heat drilled in, her body became stronger.

This clear feeling of strength was too wonderful to stop.

"He didn't say anything?"

"No." Xu Qingluo answered nonchalantly: "Sister Chu, what do you want to see Master for?"

"Nothing." Chu Ling snorted.

"Didn't you stop talking to Master?" Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "It's only been a few days."

"Humph, of course I won't talk to him." Chu Ling proudly puffed out his chest, reached out to touch Xu Qingluo, and slowly moved closer with his fingers.

Xu Qingluo begged for mercy.

Chu Ling then stopped proudly.

At this time, Fakong was in Puguang Temple outside Tianjing City, pacing quietly with his hands behind his back.

His eyes passed through the space and saw Meng Zhizheng.

Meng Zhizheng, the deputy general manager of Prince Chun's Mansion who was responsible for hunting down Zhang Yishan and Zhu Ni.

Meng Zhizheng stood outside the gate of Prince Chun's Mansion in a purple robe, acting as a guard.

There were three other guards together.

When people entered and left Prince Chun's Mansion, they would glance at him. It was rare for them to greet him. They would just glance at him with a half-smile and then pretend not to see him.

Some people thought that greeting him would only make him more embarrassed, so it was better not to greet him.

Some people simply thought that he had lost power and it would be difficult for him to recover, so it was better to stay away from him to avoid bad luck.

Fakong saw his appearance and nodded gently.

Prince Chun's Mansion really had clear rewards and punishments. One of the deputy general managers was punished without mercy after failing to do his job.

Think about how prominent Meng Zhizheng was in the past and how miserable he is now. This must be a reminder to all the people in Prince Chun's Mansion.

Meng Zhizheng is a role model for not doing things carefully and failing to do his job due to carelessness.

The deputy general manager said he would take the job, let alone ordinary people.

Fakong stood in Puguang Temple and quietly observed Meng Zhizheng, concentrating on observing Meng Zhizheng's heart.

He wanted to see if Meng Zhizheng had any complaints about Prince Chun's Mansion and Prince Chun, and whether he could use them.

Finally, he shook his head.

Meng Zhizheng was only unwilling in his heart. He was unwilling to catch the murderer, and there was a hint of anger at being deceived.

Everyone thought that it was Dayun who did it.

But he felt something was wrong.

Dayun did not act in such a secretive way. He was often upright and open, afraid that the world would not know.

This style of behavior was more like Daqian.

As one of the deputy general managers of Prince Chun's Mansion, he knew that Huangquan Valley did not only go to Dayun, but also went to Daqian twice.

Although Daqian did not suffer any losses, it lost people from Huangquan Valley.

Daqian just let it go?

Doesn't he want to retaliate against Huangquan Valley?

If he doesn't retaliate, Huangquan Valley will do it once, twice, three or four times, and will never give up.

Therefore, Daqian is highly suspected.

But these suspicions can only be kept in his stomach, and there is no way to tell Prince Chun, lest Prince Chun think he is making excuses.

Prince Chun hates people who make excuses the most.

Fakong frowned.

He didn't expect Meng Zhizheng to have such a sharp intuition.

Although he concealed his breath and their whereabouts.

But in the end, he couldn't hide it from everyone in the world.

There are always some smart people who can guess that it is Daqian without even clues and evidence.

Fortunately, they can't guess that it is him.

His eyes turned to Prince Chun's Mansion.

Prince Chun's Mansion was empty, and Prince Chun was still not found.

Fakong didn't see Prince Chun the first two times, as if Prince Chun had never been in the palace.

He looked at Meng Zhizheng again with concentration.

Meng Zhizheng was thinking about Prince Chun in his heart, thinking that Prince Chun was in the palace every day, almost living in the palace, and only returned to the palace at night.

He was worried: Be careful if this goes on.

As the saying goes, prosperity will decline, and being with the emperor is like being with a tiger. It is not a good thing to be too close to the emperor.

Fakong shook his head.

He looked at the Dayong Palace.

Suddenly, he felt something, and hurriedly retracted his gaze, with a slight chill in his heart.

At this moment, he actually felt the danger.

His current cultivation has reached the peak of the Qi-holding Realm, and the next step is the Liangyi Realm.

The fifth level of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art has been completed, and it is only a little short of the sixth level. As long as he accumulates merits for another half a month, he can enter the sixth level.

Who can threaten such a powerful person?

But since his intuition tells him so, he should listen to his intuition and not look at Dayong Wulin.

Lest he get into trouble.

When he thought of this, he flashed back to the Vajra Temple.

When he came back, he found Chu Ling sitting at the table tasting tea, leisurely and contented.

Fakong laughed and sat opposite her: "How is this tea?"

"It's better than I brought it." Chu Ling shook his head.

Fakong smiled and said: "That's not necessarily the case. This is the tea produced by the Great Bright Peak. It is grown up by bathing in the heart of the Great Bright. It is not an ordinary product."

"No wonder it has the effect of purifying the mind." Chu Ling nodded: "Unfortunately, the taste is not good."

Fakong said: "The taste is only a little bit different."

"That's bad." Chu Ling snorted: "What did you write to my father? My father's face changed."

Fakong shook his head: "Your Highness, it's better not to know."

"Can't I know?" Chu Ling stared at him.

"Your Highness wants to know, it's better to ask from the Emperor."

Chu Ling stared at him steadily.

Fakong smiled and said: "Your Highness, are you scolding me in your heart for being as timid as a mouse?"

"More limited than a mouse." Chu Ling snorted: "What can't be said about this? Is it still a major event in the world?"

Fakong nodded slowly.

Chu Ling's heart was itching like a cat scratching, and she wanted to know more and more.

Fakong said: "If you can't say it, you can't say it, otherwise the emperor will be angry. If you really know, how can the emperor not tell you?"

"Humph!" Chu Ling knew that any further words would be in vain, so she stood up and said, "Let's go!"

She turned and walked out.

But as soon as he walked to the release pond outside, and when he wanted to take a look at the turtles by the pond, he suddenly stopped.

Her bright eyes widened, staring blankly at the two people who walked in slowly.

The person in charge is Xin Wang Chuxiang, who is cool and upright.

Next to him was Chu Xiong, the Emperor of Daqian.

When Chu Xiang saw her, he frowned and his face darkened: "Little sister, come running here again!"

"Father...Father...?" Chu Xiang hesitated, turned around and looked around, but found no pilgrims.

Not finding any other monks, he hurriedly jumped to Chu Xiong's side and whispered: "Father, why are you here!"

Chu Xiong was dressed in a purple robe, his face was like a crown of jade, and he was graceful and noble. Walking together with Chu Xiang, he looked more like a brother than a father and son.

"I'll come over and take a look." Chu Xiong said with a smile: "I wrote the plaque myself, but I haven't come over to take a look in person yet."

"There's nothing to see here." Chu Ling said in surprise: "No...Isn't he missing?"

"You girl, you are making such a fuss," Chu Xiong said, "I just came over to take a look and see if I scared you."

"Why am I scared?" Chu Ling said hurriedly: "I'm not scared, I'm just curious."

She knew it must be related to the letter.

Did Monk Fakong write that letter to invite his father to come and meet him?

As soon as his father saw the letter he wrote and asked him to come over to see him, he became angry and felt that Monk Fakong was too much.

If you want to see him, it should be Monk Fakong who goes to see his father.

But, isn’t it a big deal?

This doesn't seem like a big deal, right?

Her clear eyes flickered, making various guesses.

Chu Xiong smiled and shook his head.

Chu Xiang said: "Little sister, you go back, my father and I will go see the master."

"I'll go too." Chu Ling said hurriedly.

Chu Xiang lowered his face and was about to scold him.

Chu Xiong said: "That's all, just let her follow."

"...Okay." Chu Xiang was helpless.

Logically speaking, she shouldn't know about this kind of thing. People talk a lot and must not let it out.

But who makes her the younger sister? She is the most beloved princess of her father.

Chu Lin happily took Chu Xiong's arm and said, "Father is better!"

She said to Chu Xiang: "Brother, you are becoming more and more pretentious. You want to take care of me in everything. You are not lovable at all!"

Chu Xiang shook his head: "If you don't mess around, I won't care about you."

"Anyway, you are different from before." Chu Ling snorted.

Chu Xiang snorted helplessly.

The three of them slowly arrived at Fakong's small courtyard.

Fakong was already standing at the table, Heshi smiled: "The poor monk Fakong has met your Majesty. Your Majesty is coming to the bride's house, but you are not welcome at a distance."

Chu Xiong looked at him indifferently and stood with his hands behind his hands: "You shouldn't call yourself a poor monk, but the Dharma Master."

"I'm not worthy of it." Fakong said gently.

"You are too modest." Chu Xiong said lightly: "With magical powers and Buddhist mantras to save all living beings, if you don't dare to take the title of Dharma Master, who can?"

Fakong stretched out his hand and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, please."

Chu Ling had already stepped forward to make tea and brought it to Chu Xiong: "Father, you are here just in time. This is tea picked from the Great Guangming Peak. It is good for practice."

Chu Xiong sat down, took the tea cup and took a sip, squinted his eyes slightly, and nodded with satisfaction: "It is indeed Guangming Tea, it does have the power to clear the mind."

Fa Kong sat opposite him.

"Fakong, you should know why I am here."

"Your Majesty, you don't believe it?"

"Why teach me?"

"Your Majesty should know about the ancient demon sect."

"Yeah." Chu Xiong nodded.

Chu Xiang and Chu Ling were confused.

They had no impression of the ancient demon sect and had never heard of it.

"Huangquan Valley and Netherworld Sect were originally Huangquan Netherworld Sect, one of the branches of the ancient Demon Sect."

"Um."

"Later, Huangquan Valley and Netherworld Sect split into two sects. One is Huangquan Valley, which is rooted in Dayong, and the other is Netherworld Sect, which is rooted in Dayun."

"I know this."

"The Netherworld Sect has surrendered to Emperor Dayun and is the secret guard of Emperor Dayun." Fakong said slowly.

Chu Xiong's face darkened slightly.

But he didn't know this.

His eyes were burning, staring at Fa Kong.

Fakong continued: "Although the Netherworld Sect and Huangquan Valley are divided, they are not inseparable, nor are they enemies. Instead, they secretly communicate with each other and are connected by the same branch."

"Hey." Chu Xiong sneered.

He even hid it from him.

"Their communication can be concealed from the world." Fakong said softly: "So..."

Chu Xiong nodded slowly, thinking: "How did you know?"

Fakong said: "Your Majesty, you should know that I have the ability to see destiny. I killed a master of the Netherworld Sect before, and learned some secrets through the ability to see destiny."

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