Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Brother, Brother Lin won't be in danger, right?" Faning's honest face showed a worried look.

He knew Lin Feiyang, but other people in the Vajra Temple didn't recognize him and might have thought of him as an enemy.

Fakong shook his head.

Faning was not very reassured.

But since his brother said so, it shouldn't be wrong.

"Although his cultivation is not high, his body skills are amazing, and it's not so easy to be discovered."

If it was so easy to be discovered, Lin Feiyang would have died long ago, and how could he still be alive and kicking now.

After the bell broke the tranquility of the night, various sounds gradually appeared around.

The sound of Amitabha Buddha, the sound of surprised shouting, the sound of painful howling, and the sound of angry cursing.

The gentle night breeze mixed with the fresh air of the lake sent these sounds to their ears.

Fakong closed his eyes slightly, looked at the empty ice wheel in his mind, and shook his head secretly.

Only four points of faith power were left.

The more chaotic the environment, the less you can use it easily.

A chaotic environment means more danger, and you need more magical powers to save your life. You can't use them unless you are in a life-and-death crisis.

"Brother..." Faning's fat face was tense, and his eyes were burning.

All kinds of voices made his heart beat up and down, and he was uneasy.

This has never happened in the Vajra Temple.

The Vajra Temple has always been solemn. Even when the brothers were noisy during their practice, they were in the hot martial arts training ground, and the shouts came one after another, which was completely different from the tragic situation at this time.

Especially those screams, which made his heartstrings more and more tense, and his fat face became stiff because it was too tight.

Fakong closed his eyes and identified people by their voices: "These screaming people are not our Vajra Temple disciples. Oh, this Buddhist chant is from Junior Brother Fawu. Junior Brother Fawu should be injured."

As the first person of the Fa generation, Fawu participated in the battle and encountered a tough guy.

However, if the disciples of the Vajra Temple did not encounter the evil skills of Deng Yuanzheng in Changchun Valley, it would be difficult to kill them.

Few people have mastered the Vajra Indestructible Divine Kung Fu, but the Vajra Temple has other horizontal training kung fu, such as the Bronze Man Kung Fu and the Vajra Kasaya Kung Fu.

Almost everyone practices a horizontal training kung fu.

But if it is not a magic weapon, it is difficult to cause fatal damage to the disciples of the Vajra Temple.

"Brother, what happened?" Faning was very puzzled.

"It should be an organized siege. Judging from the sound, there are at least a hundred people." Fakong said with his eyes closed.

His facial features are extremely sharp and he has a photographic memory. He remembers the voice and footsteps of almost every Vajra Temple disciple in his mind.

Through the sound, he can hear that there are at least more than fifty disciples fighting outside the Vajra Temple, and the opponents are nearly a hundred people.

Faning's eyes are confused: "Why are there so many people? Why are they besieging our Vajra Temple..."

"It should be the martial arts masters of Dayong."

Through these curses, he heard the accent of Dayong.

Dayong and Daqian use the same language, but due to the influence of the region, the accent is slightly different.

Ordinary people may not notice the difference, but he can hear it with one ear.

"Then, senior brother, should we go and help?"

"Just wait and see."

He was not worried at all that someone would attack the Vajra Temple.

There were many masters in the Vajra Temple.

At the critical moment, even a first-class master came.

Only fifty disciples came out now, and more masters were still hiding in the temple. It was impossible to attack.

It was the Medicine Valley.

It had been destroyed once before by Song Qingping. If it was destroyed again, his work would be in vain.

This was the result of several years of hard work.

"Hey, it's really lively." Lin Feiyang showed up, his eyes shining and excited: "More than a hundred masters broke into the Vajra Temple, monk, your Vajra Temple is in trouble."

"How many people are there exactly?"

"I didn't count carefully, but there are at least a hundred," Lin Feiyang was excited, his eyes burning.

Fakong frowned: "Go and see if the guards are still there on the opposite side of the Vajra Peak, at the ridge?"

"Go!" Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.

Faning's stiff face changed slightly.

He thought, if these people broke in by force, would those brothers and uncles be in danger?

After a moment, Lin Feiyang came back again.

"You monks in the Vajra Temple are so fierce." Lin Feiyang praised: "One against five, it's embarrassing, but they can't be defeated."

"Are there any casualties?" Faning asked hurriedly.

"Everyone is strong and vigorous." Lin Feiyang said: "It's just that there are too many people, they can't stop them."

Fakong said: "We have to be prepared, lest someone break in."

"What is there to break in here? If you want to break in, you have to break into the Vajra Temple." Lin Feiyang disagreed.

"Hehe..." A chuckle suddenly came from the valley entrance.

"This place is nice, warm!"

"Go in and take a look!"

Lin Feiyang's figure instantly merged into Faning's shadow.

Faning was fat and tall, and his shadow was wide and long. Lin Feiyang had more than enough space to stand in his shadow.

But three middle-aged men walked in, looking around, along the lake, cautiously and carefully.

Faning stared at them with a tense face.

Fakong looked at the three calmly.

The three had ordinary looks and would not attract attention in the crowd.

The three were thin and looked frail at first glance.

But when you see their sunken temples and their eyes flashing with brilliance, you will feel that their thin bodies contain amazing power.

Fakong paid attention to their eyes.

The eyes of the three wandered and flickered, and you could tell at a glance that they were cunning people with bad intentions.

Fakong's current life experience is more than ten times that of ordinary people. He has read enough people and can see the other person's character through his eyes.

People cannot be judged by their appearance. Appearances can be deceiving, but eyes cannot.

"Third brother, don't waste time. Let's leave as soon as possible. There are a lot of women waiting for us!"

"No hurry, no rush."

"Don't wait any longer. Once the bald donkeys at the Vajra Temple react, we won't be able to escape. ...What do these two monks have to see?"

"Hey, the third child's taste has changed?"

"Don't talk nonsense. No matter how I change, I won't be interested in such fat people and thin people. One is so fat that I'm bored to death, and the other is so thin that I'm bored to death!"

"It seems that you, third brother, are tired of playing with women and have really changed your taste."

"How about taking these two little bald donkeys with you? Can we relieve our boredom on the road?"

They glanced at Fakong and Faning in a joking manner, and walked slowly inside, carefully looking around for fear of an ambush.

Fanning's fat face turned red.

The dirty words are unbearable, these three people are so disgusting!

I wish I could fly away with a palm.

"Hey, good medicinal materials!" One of the middle-aged people's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw clearly the medicinal materials in the medicine garden.

"Second brother, do you have any good medicinal materials?"

“They are all rare to see!”

"Don't let the small lose the big. We have entered the Daqian Wulin. What kind of panacea can't we grab?"

"...makes sense."

"Then let's go."

"That's right, there are a lot of beauties, panaceas, and even martial arts secrets waiting for us."

"Walk."

"Let's kill these two bald donkeys first, and then we'll talk about it, by the way."

"Well, that's true."

After the three of them said that, they shot at Faning and Fakong fiercely.

Faning's face turned red and he was so angry that he wanted to take action.

"The acupuncture points are sealed," Fakong said.

"Okay." Faning agreed.

The three of them looked ferocious and mocking, two pounced on Faning and one pounced on Fakong.

"Certainly!"

"Certainly!"

Fakong quickly spit out two words.

The two middle-aged men stopped in place, motionless as Faning sealed the acupuncture points one by one.

Another middle-aged man who was rushing towards Fakong suddenly froze. Lin Feiyang appeared behind him and slapped him on the back of the head with his right palm.

His head felt like a watermelon dropped to the ground, blood splattering out.

Fakong spit out one word: "Ding!"

The brains and blood froze in the air, including the torn head.

Fakong glanced at Lin Feiyang and shook his head.

Lin Feiyang shook off the blood on his hand: "Who would have thought that he could not help but hit him so hard, his head would be broken with just a slap!"

He flicked his sleeves as he spoke.

The brains, blood and the middle-aged man flew far away and landed in the medicine garden in the distance.

Fakong shook his head and said, "How long will it take for the smell to dissipate?"

Lin Feiyang scratched his head.

This is true.

After the blood seeps into the mud, the smell of blood cannot be dissipated for a while, and the smell is still there even after being exposed to the sun for two days.

He knew that Fa Kong had a slight mysophobia and would definitely not be able to bear it.

He defended: "I was afraid that his body-protecting aura was powerful, so I gave him a slap with all my strength. I didn't expect him to be so bad. With such a level of cultivation, he still dares to come to the Vajra Temple and act recklessly. It's really..."

Fakong glanced at the corpse in the distance.

"How about I take it away?"

"Just wait."

Fa Kong came to the two middle-aged people.

The two of them glared at Lin Feiyang angrily.

Lin Feiyang glared over: "Why are you staring? If you stare any further, I'll dig out your eyes!"

Fakong slapped them each and unlocked the dumb points: "Tell me about your origins, what exactly you want to do, why you suddenly attacked Vajra Temple, and who gave the order."

The two of them sneered.

Fakong slapped them each again.

The two wanted to sneer but couldn't make a sound because their acupuncture points were sealed again.

Immediately, their expressions changed slightly, then changed drastically, and then the muscles on their faces twisted, becoming ferocious and scary.

Their bodies trembled slightly, and veins appeared and bulged high, as if their skin was about to burst.

Especially the veins at the temples look like several earthworms swimming meanderingly, slowly spreading from the temples to the cheeks and then to the jaw.

"It's so ugly!" Lin Feiyang turned his head, thinking that if he continued to look at it, he would have nightmares.

Fanning also turned around.

Fakong looked at the two of them gently and calmly, watching their eyes slowly change from anger and resentment to pleading for mercy.

Fakong stretched out his hand and patted it. A middle-aged man suddenly gasped and sweated like rain, quickly soaking his sky blue clothes.

Fa Kong said warmly: "Let's talk now."

"We, the Iron Sword Sect, the Perak Sect, and the Golden Sword Sect, joined forces to attack the Vajra Temple together. We did not really want to break into the Vajra Temple, but just to protect others from breaking through the Snowy Mountains and entering the Daqian Martial Arts Forest."

"What are you doing in Daqian Wulin?"

"You can do whatever you want. Within the territory of Daqian, the laws of Dayong cannot control you. You can indulge as much as you like."

"Aren't you afraid of Daqian's laws?"

"There are so many of us that the Daqian court can't handle it. Besides, when the Daqian court reacts, we will withdraw. It's impossible to catch up with Dayong, right?"

"So, besides Kongang Temple, other places in the Daisetsu Mountains were also besieged?"

"good!"

"Who organized it?" Fakong frowned.

With so many people acting together, there must be someone organizing the connection.

"have no idea."

“…I really don’t know!” The middle-aged man saw Fakong raised his hand again and shouted hurriedly: “It’s absolutely true. We only know that we will attack on August 19 when the moon is at its zenith. Who gave the order? I really don’t know!”