Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fa Kong nodded.

"Senior brother, can you find him?" Ning Zhenzhen blinked and stared at him curiously.

She originally wanted to catch up with Fakong, compare with him, and want to be on par with him, but she has given up long ago.

There is only admiration and closeness, as well as self-pity and self-esteem.

She tried not to drag Fakong down. She didn't want to ask him for help until the critical moment. She just wanted to talk and chat together.

She increasingly felt that Fa Kong was unfathomable, but his temperament had not changed, nor had his relationship with her.

Fakong's eyes suddenly became dark, staring at the flying knife in his hand...

After a moment, he frowned, and a layer of golden light came to his eyes, making them glow with a faint golden light.

Ning Zhenzhen quickly moved her eyes away.

After being shrouded in this faint layer of golden light, his eyes, as deep as ancient pools, became majestic and indifferent, like the eyes of a god, looking down at the world, without sadness, joy or anger.

When she met this look, her eyes became stern, and she felt that she was a head shorter and felt inferior for no reason.

With a clear mind, she instantly broke away from this feeling, knowing that it was a kind of mental suppression.

After looking away, she felt her heart lighten and she regained her composure.

Fa Kong activated his golden eyes, raised his gaze from the flying knife, and looked into the distance. His gaze traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers and landed on a small city.

His eyes continued to move forward and landed on a house in the south of the town.

This house is located on the river, built near the water, and there are two willow trees outside the courtyard.

This is a small river that runs from east to west of the city. The willow trees along the river are lush and green, and the willow branches are swaying and dancing.

There are three entrances to this house, but the backyard is a garden. There is a handsome young man lying on a rocking chair and squinting in the sun.

There is a beautiful woman sitting next to the rocking chair, wearing a thin white gauze shirt, her skin is looming, full of temptation.

The handsome young man paid no attention to the beauty and temptation of the two women. He closed his eyes and patted his knees gently, as if he was singing an opera.

Two beautiful women served him carefully, one handed grapes to his mouth, and the other stretched out her little hand to catch the grape seeds.

Fakong's gaze retracted, his eyes returned to normal, and he nodded gently: "Found it!"

Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes were burning.

Fakong frowned and muttered: "Weird, I think this person's cultivation level is not as high as that of a great master."

This person's cultivation level is only close to that of a Grand Master. If he wants to step into a Grand Master, I am afraid it will take another ten years to have any hope.

It is also possible to live a life without hope.

There is something really wrong that such a person has never been killed.

The strange people and strangers from the Great Miaolian Temple, Qin Tianjian and the imperial court, if any party finds him, they can crush him like an ant.

Unless he can be like Li Ying, he can kill the grand master like a chicken before he reaches the realm of grand master.

But how many people in the world can achieve the swordsmanship of Li Ying?

This is due to chance.

Could this Nine Nether Blade really be like Li Ying? Does his flying knife really have unpredictable power?

Fa Kong was thoughtful, his eyes turning golden again.

His eyes passed through the far distance and fell on the house in the small town and on the handsome young man.

He casts Destiny.

His eyes shone with golden light, getting brighter and brighter, until eventually only the golden light came out and his pupils could no longer be seen clearly.

Ning Zhenzhen didn't even dare to look directly, lest she burn her eyes.

Fakong is breaking down the obstacles on the handsome young man.

There is an invisible barrier on his body that prevents prying eyes on his destiny.

This level of power is intangible and qualitative.

When using the Celestial Eye to locate him, the golden eye easily broke through its obstacles, but when it used the Fateful Eye, it suddenly became stronger.

The golden eyes also strengthened, and this obstacle was broken.

After a while, Fakong's eyes returned to normal again, he shook his head and sighed: "You can't tell by appearance, he is really a genius!"

"His flying knife is indeed one of a kind." Ning Zhenzhen said.

She looked into Fakong's eyes and felt strange.

Fakong shook his head with emotion: "His cultivation has become the best cover. Who would have thought that his sword skills are so powerful despite his mediocre cultivation."

His flying knife is even stronger than the Little Sword Control Technique.

Although he is not as good as Li Ying back then, it is not that easy to kill the Grand Master, but he is better at concealing his aura.

Jiuyou Juedao's sword control technique contains the ability to hide his breath, and he has another treasure on his body that allows him to ignore tracking and escape the world.

If Fakong hadn't already been proficient in divine texts and his magical powers had changed, he might not have been able to find him with his clairvoyance.

"Senior brother, what are you going to do?" Ning Zhenzhen's bright eyes were blazing: "Are you going to kill him directly?"

Fakong shook his head.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Should we let him go?"

Fakong said: "Junior sister, can you get the belongings of the eminent monk who practiced the karma sword?"

"I want to find out who it is first." Ning Zhenzhen frowned.

Fakong said: "My name is Bencheng, I am the junior brother of the national master."

"Master Bencheng..." Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "Senior brother, wait a moment, I will think of a way."

If she was just the deputy sect leader of the Jade Butterfly Sect, she might not be able to do anything because the tentacles of the Jade Butterfly Sect could not reach the Great Miaolian Temple.

But now she is still a guest of Prince Chun's Palace and can borrow the power of Prince Chun's Palace, which is completely different.

In the early morning, Fakong had breakfast in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple. After strolling around the street outside, he went to Yongkong Temple.

In Yongkong Temple, the queen was busy in the vegetable garden and looked very good.

The Yongkong Temple was filled with a peaceful atmosphere, and the queen was unconsciously immersed in it, her mind was calm and her thoughts were no longer too heavy.

Now, her heart is as clear as a lake, peaceful and happy.

After talking to her for a while, Fakong found that Yuande Divine Monk was standing outside Yongkong Temple when he was about to go to Yongkong Temple.

He frowned.

If he didn't agree, Yuande Divine Monk would keep pestering him, and he might stand outside Yongkong Temple all the time.

Yongkong Temple is located in the Little Western Paradise. If he deliberately hides, even if he passes by, Yuande Divine Monk can't sense it.

But the key is that it has a bad impact.

Yuande Divine Monk has a special status in the entire Dayong. He has been famous all over the world since he was a child, and the name of the Divine Monk has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

People may call him the Little National Master.

Yuande Divine Monk will inherit the mantle of the National Master and become the next National Master. Almost everyone believes that.

Let Yuande monk be turned away and stand outside Yongkong Temple. Although the reputation of Yongkong Temple has spread, it is a pity that it is not a good reputation.

People will inevitably dislike Yongkong Temple, dislike Yongkong Temple's arrogance, and dislike the rudeness to Yuande monk.

Fakong shook his head. Yuande monk's move was cruel enough.

Yuande stood quietly outside Yongkong Temple, facing the gate of Yongkong Temple, slightly closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and did not move.

People passing by all cast curious eyes, and when they recognized him, their curiosity would turn into surprise.

He looked like he was facing the wall to reflect on his mistakes.

He recited Buddhist scriptures silently to calm his anxiety.

People's eyes fell on his back, which was originally like ant bites, but as he recited the Buddhist scriptures, these eyes gradually became nothing, and finally he could not feel anything unusual.

At this time, his heart was peaceful and serene.

For the reputation of Da Miaolian Temple, what was a little humiliation?

Fakong's voice suddenly rang in his ears: "Master, come in."

The gate of Yongkong Temple suddenly opened slowly, but no one was seen, as if it was pushed open by an invisible hand.

Yuande had seen Fakong's dragon sucking water before, and knew that his cultivation was profound and exquisite. He was no longer surprised. He clasped his hands together and bowed to the open door, and stepped slowly into the door with graceful and calm movements.

People passing by became more and more curious.

Fakong had never opened a temple. People only knew about Yongkong Temple but did not know what sect it belonged to or who the abbot was.

It was obvious that Yuande, the monk, was so respectful to him that he had an extraordinary background.

Out of curiosity, people asked one after another, but they found out nothing.

Yuande came to the main hall and came to Fakong who was offering incense. He clasped his hands together and bowed to the golden Buddha statue and also offered incense.

The two came to the outside of the main hall and stood on the steps. Fakong said gently: "Master, why do you have to force others?"

"I hope the master will be merciful." Yuande said sincerely: "Save Uncle Bencheng!"

Fakong looked at him.

Yuande said: "Uncle Bencheng is kind by nature and hates evil. Even if he only kills those who are guilty and only kills evil people, if he kills too many people, he will fall into the abyss and cannot be freed."

Fakong shook his head.

Yuande said: "We tracked Uncle Bencheng not to kill him, but to stop him from killing and to save him."

Fakong still didn't speak.

Yuande said: "Uncle Bencheng will not kill you because of your help. After all, you are not a bad person."

Fakong sighed and said: "The current Master Bencheng is not the former Master Bencheng. The karma knife will change his temperament. Once the murderous nature comes, he will not be able to control himself."

Yuande paused.

This is what everyone in the temple is worried about. Uncle Bencheng may be able to control himself at the beginning, but if he kills too many people, he will be infected by evil spirits and lose control.

That will be a real disaster, and I don’t know how many people will die, so Uncle Bencheng must not be allowed to kill.

Yuande said: "Master, do you really want to watch Uncle Bencheng lose control?"

"How do you know that Master Bencheng hasn’t lost control yet?" Fakong shook his head and said: "Master, you should understand my difficulties, right?"

Yuande sighed.

Fakong said: "If it were you, would you agree to help?"

Yuande was silent.

He was arrogant and disdained to lie.

If it were me, I would choose like Master Fakong and give priority to the safety of my temple gate.

Fakong smiled and said: "So, why waste your breath, Master?"

Yuande shook his head.

No matter what, I must ask Master Fakong for help to find Uncle Bencheng.

Although I am the disciple of my master, I have not stayed with my master for as long as my uncle.

Master often goes into seclusion, and when he is not in seclusion, he has a lot of important things to do. Most of my cultivation is instructed by my uncle, and most of the time it is taken care of by my uncle.

I can't watch my uncle fall into the abyss.

Seeing him like this, Fakong said no more and stood still quietly. The two of them were like two statues.

Half an hour later, Fakong disappeared in a flash.

He appeared in Ning Zhenzhen's courtyard.

Ning Zhenzhen directly took out a string of Buddhist beads and handed it over.

Fakong smiled.

Ning Zhenzhen was really neat and got Master Bencheng's portable Buddhist beads so quickly.

The Buddhist beads were dark purple, made of sandalwood, smooth as jade, exuding a faint fragrance that was refreshing.

Fakong's eyes condensed slightly, became deep, and then glowed with golden light. He looked at the string of Buddhist beads, then raised his head and looked around.

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