Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Prince Yi, Prince Ying, Prince Xin, Prince Duan?

Each of the princes was very important, and if any of them was lost, it would be a huge loss.

Fakong was too lazy to care about this, so he let the emperor worry about it.

Yuandeng's voice came from outside: "Abbot, there is a Miss Sun outside who wants to see you."

"Please let her in." Fakong said.

He had already seen that it was Sun Biyan who was outside.

Sun Biyan was wearing a green silk shirt, which reflected her fair skin.

She was looking up at the plaque on her forehead, her bright eyes flickering, and she was blurred and moving.

Yuandeng came to the door and led her into the gate.

Sun Biyan suddenly stopped and looked at Fu Qinghe who was standing by the release pond.

Fu Qinghe stood blankly by the release pond, staring down at the turtle, just like before, and did not change because of stepping into the Grand Master.

He was also in a daze by the release pond, but his state was completely different.

He always felt that these turtles contained infinite wonderful principles. When he stared at the turtles, his mind was calm and trance-like, and he fell into a wonderful state.

In this state, he was extremely sensitive to his body, meticulous, and even his own mind was equally clear.

Intoxicated and intoxicated.

He was very intoxicated by this wonderful state and couldn't extricate himself.

He never cared about other people's opinions. At this time, he stepped into the Grand Master, full of confidence, and didn't care.

Yuandeng smiled and said, "Miss Sun, this is the abbot's attendant, Fu Qinghe."

"Attendant?" Sun Biyan nodded gently: "I heard about it."

Her bright big eyes moved, and she looked up and down at Fu Qinghe twice.

This is the love-slaying sword Fu Qinghe of the Tianhai Sword School.

He is handsome and elegant, and he doesn't look like a ruthless person, or a murderous sword without emotions.

She shook her head regretfully, and continued to walk in with Yuandeng, and came to Fakong's courtyard.

Fakong stood up and smiled and clasped his hands.

Sun Biyan smiled and said, "Congratulations, Master."

Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Sun Biyan smiled and said, "The fate of Daqian has finally been changed by the master. It is amazing to change the fate against the will of heaven, and it is even more amazing to change the fate of the country. The master's means are really amazing."

Fakong smiled and said, "It seems that the Imperial Observatory knows the fate of Daqian?"

"It is the same as the rise and fall." Sun Biyan said, "This is the case in all dynasties from ancient times to the present. Some encounter foreign enemies, and some decline themselves. Our Daqian encounters foreign enemies and is unlikely to decline."

Fakong said, "The Imperial Observatory is wrong. This is not my work."

This is that I am not as good as the Imperial Observatory.

I can only see three years, not what will happen after three years.

The Imperial Observatory can see decades.

Of course, they may only see the general idea, and cannot see the fate of an individual like me.

My clairvoyance is subtle, but not general.

The Imperial Observatory is just the opposite.

"Isn't it the master's hand?"

"I am just a monk, how can I have such a hand, nor do I have such ability." Fakong shook his head and smiled: "It must be someone else."

Sun Biyan thought for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Could it be Prince Xin?"

Fakong smiled and said: "Miss Sun came here to confirm who did it?"

Sun Biyan shook her head and said: "The biggest variable in the world is you, the master. Without you, the fate of Daqian cannot be changed."

"I am not worthy of it." Fakong shook his head.

That's right, I am indeed the biggest variable, or it may be because I have a clairvoyance, or because I traveled through time and space and should have died.

Sun Biyan said, "I came here to express my gratitude on behalf of the supervisor."

Fakong smiled and said, "I am also a citizen of Daqian. How can I let Daqian sink? Why should the supervisor be polite?"

Sun Biyan shook her head and said, "Master, you are a divine monk. Even if Daqian is gone, you will still be prosperous. So there is no need to wade into this muddy water."

She took out a gray-brown thing from her arms, the size of a palm, which looked like wood and stone: "This is a spiritual tortoise shell. It has always been the treasure of the supervisor. I specially give it to you to thank you for your contribution to Daqian."

Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly.

This is quite intriguing.

Why should the supervisor of the Imperial Observatory give him gifts to thank him for his contribution to Daqian? Does this mean that the Imperial Observatory regards them as the masters of Daqian?

"Master?"

"Okay, thank you very much." Fakong said with a smile: "I won't get into any trouble if I take this?"

Sun Biyan said: "Master, you are worrying too much. Even if the emperor knew, he wouldn't say much."

Fakong said with a smile: "That's good. If the emperor is suspicious and thinks that I have surrendered to your Imperial Observatory, it will be troublesome."

"The emperor will not believe it." Sun Biyan smiled and said: "Master, you have magical powers, why do you have to surrender to others."

Fakong said: "What is the use of this spiritual tortoise shell?"

"The spiritual tortoise shell has infinite uses." Sun Biyan said: "Especially for someone like Master who is proficient in the clairvoyance, but I don't know how to use it."

Fakong held the spiritual tortoise shell in his hand, used the clairvoyance, and looked at the spiritual tortoise shell.

But he saw that the spiritual tortoise shell began to change and turned into a mirror, which clearly showed an inexplicable scene.

Fakong's mind moved slightly.

He saw himself on it.

He was standing on a rock on the top of a mountain, and opposite him was Li Ying. They were facing each other with swords in hand, their expressions were cold.

Fakong looked up at Sun Biyan.

But Sun Biqian couldn't see anything. The tortoise shell was still just a tortoise shell. She could only see Fakong lowering his head, and then looking over, his eyes as deep as the sea.

She smiled sweetly and said, "Master, do you have any insights?"

Fakong nodded slowly: "It is indeed a treasure!"

"There are two pieces of spiritual armor in Qintian Prison." Sun Biqian said: "The prison master has been playing with it and was reluctant to let it go for a moment. Now I will give you one piece, Master."

"I accept this sentiment." Fakong said, "Thank you to the supervisor for me."

"Then take your leave." Sun Biqian titheed.

This spirit tortoise shell was passed down from ancient times and has been kept in Qintian Prison for generations, but now it has finally been sent out.

In this respect, the supervisor is a prodigal.

This must be a well-thought-out decision by the prison master. Everyone knows that the pressure of doing so will make him a sinner in the Qintian Prison, and he will not know how many years of ridicule and dissatisfaction will be caused by future generations.

A spirit tortoise shell was exchanged for a thank you. I don't know whether the supervisor took advantage or suffered a big loss.

The law and the sky combined to tithe, and Sun Biqian turned around and left lightly.

Fakong lowered his head and played with the tortoise shell.

The turtle shell looks bumpy, but feels smooth like jade, with a faint cold feeling.

When I use my clairvoyance, the biggest limitation is that I can't see myself, I can only see others.

Even in the mirror I cannot see myself.

You can only keep looking at the people around you to deduce your own good or bad luck.

Now with this spirit tortoise shell, this limitation has been completely solved.

When I can see myself, I feel much more at ease.

But the scene I just saw happened three years later. What was it like?

It's a pity that this spirit tortoise shell can't help him extend time. He can't see beyond three years, but can still only see the situation within three years.

Thinking of this, he once again focused his attention on the Yunzu Celestial Vision.

On the top of the mountain, Fakong and Li Ying stood facing each other with swords drawn, their expressions cold and solemn.

After standing still for a while, the two slowly drew their swords.

Two thunderbolts of lightning instantly collided together.

"Ding..." The two of them flew back and stopped in the air. The void was as flat as the ground, standing firmly.

"Master, are we going to reach this point after all?"

"There is nothing we can do in the world, fate plays tricks on people, let us decide whether to live or die."

"Then Master, I will use all my strength, no longer polite."

"Please."

…

Suddenly everything went dark.

Fakong frowned.

Unexpectedly, I can no longer see the bottom, as if the computer screen is black.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his strong curiosity, and placed the tortoise shell back into the Wheel of Time Tower.

No matter what, getting this treasure from him is indeed a big profit.

He thought for a moment and took it out again, using his Ningyun Tianshi to look at it again.

This time, he saw himself and Tan Qiuhan.

Tan Qiuhan stood on a rock, which was the rock in front of Nantian Gate.

Fakong's purple and gold cassock was fluttering, standing opposite him.

Tan Qiuhan was dressed in a yellow robe, with a face like a crown of jade and piercing eyes. His whole temperament was cold and arrogant. It was different from Fu Qinghe's coldness and indifference. He was cold and arrogant.

He slowly pulled out his sword and said in a deep voice: "Master Fakong, I actually admire you very much."

Fakong smiled and said: "But it's useless, you still want to kill me, right?"

"That's right." Tan Qiuhan sighed: "You shouldn't go against our Tianhai Sword Sect."

"You, the Tianhai Sword Sect, are the only ones who dominate the world and are invincible?" Fakong smiled and said, "Can't you tolerate others' disobedience?"

Tan Qiuhan shook his head: "Master Fakong, the most fatal thing about you is your lack of due respect for our Tianhai Sword Sect."

Fakong said: "The Tianhai Sword Sect is now powerful and unique in the world, unmatched by anyone, so it must also receive corresponding respect, right?"

"It seems that you understand, master." Tan Qiuhan sighed: "Since you understand, why do you still violate it? If you go against the general trend of the world, even if you are a divine monk, master, you will be shattered to pieces."

Fakong said: "Does your Tianhai Sword Sect really have the ability to crush me to pieces?"

He shook his head: "Could it be that your Tianhai Sword Sect has a stronger swordsman than you? I don't think there is any."

"Tell me the truth, Master." Tan Qiuhan said slowly: "There are swordsmen in our sect that you can't imagine!"

With a look of respect on his face, he said in a deep voice: "The world is so big, there are all kinds of wonders. Master, although you are a divine monk, your vision is only limited to the territory of Daqian, and you have not looked overseas... In fact, the same is true for Dayun and Dayong. Yes, the vast world overseas is what is truly worth noting.”

Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is there any inheritance beyond the great master overseas?"

"How did you know there wasn't one?" Tan Qiuhan smiled lightly.

Fa Kong was thoughtful.

"So, congratulations to your Tianhai Sword Sect."

"Master, it's still too late for you to change course." Tan Qiuhan looked at Fakong earnestly: "There is no greater good than knowing when you have lost your way."

Fakong shook his head: "Forget it, I am a disciple of the Vajra Temple. It is impossible for me to join the Tianhai Sword Sect."

"Alas!" Tan Qiuhan sighed, and the long sword suddenly emitted a cold light, which instantly enveloped Fa Kong.

Fa Kong stabbed out with his sword.

"Ding..." Tan Qiuhan's sword broke.

The tip of the sword touched Tan Qiuhan's throat.

Fakong looked at him calmly: "Mr. Tan, please leave Shenjing."

"...Okay!" Tan Qiuhan threw the broken sword, and the hilt sank into the stone at his feet, and said slowly: "From now on, I will never step into Shenjing again."

Fakong returned the sword to its sheath.

Fakong looked away thoughtfully when he saw this.

He didn't expect that it would be so easy to defeat Tan Qiuhan. His Blood Spirit Sword was indeed incredibly powerful, especially when it was activated by the power of the Yin-Yang Realm, it was indestructible.