Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong stood in the pavilion and clasped his hands together in greeting.

They landed in the pavilion gracefully and surrounded Fawu.

Yuanfang was a middle-aged monk with a gaunt appearance. He was solemn and dignified. He frowned and reached out to touch Fawu's wrist.

After a moment, his brows slowly relaxed and he looked at Fakong.

Fakong clasped his hands together: "Uncle Yuanfang."

Yuanfang looked at him, opened his mouth, and finally closed it again. He just nodded and said nothing, and stepped aside.

Yuan Hua's handsome face was solemn: "Fa Wu, what happened?"

"After we entered Dayong to find out the news of the Golden Sword Sect, Iron Sword Sect and Thunderbolt Hall, we were about to return, but we met a monk in gold on the way."

"Then what?"

"The monk in gold saw through our true and false, and he attacked us directly after calling out our Dharma names. Brothers Fa Ji and Fa Xiang were killed on the spot."

"How dare you!" Yuan Shu said coldly: "How dare you kill my disciples of Vajra Temple!"

Yuan Fang put his hands together and bowed to the east, saluting the dead Fa Ji and Fa Xiang.

Yuan Hua and Yuan Shu, Fa Kong and Faning also put their hands together and bowed solemnly.

Lin Feiyang also put his hands together and bowed seeing this.

Yuanhua's face darkened: "Golden-robed monk? Not yellow-robed?"

"No."

"I'm afraid he is a disciple of the Great Miaolian Temple." Yuanhua looked unhappy and said to Yuanfang Yuanxin: "The first temple of Dayong has a higher status than the Great Leiyin Temple."

"Killing people directly, isn't that too much?" Yuanxin frowned and said: "Isn't this the way monks act?"

"The Great Miaolian Temple is different." Yuanhua shook his head: "The Great Yong State Master is the Supreme Elder of the Great Miaolian Temple. It is common for the disciples of the Great Miaolian Temple to be arrogant and domineering. We can't judge them by the normal behavior of monks."

Yuanxin snorted: "Then you can kill people at will?"

Yuanhua said: "Even if you kill people, there are temple rules to control it. The Great Yong court can't do anything about it."

"...How did you meet a monk from the Great Miaolian Temple?" Yuanhua looked at Fawu: "Did he wait there on purpose, or did he meet by chance?"

Fakong and others stood by and didn't say anything.

Fakong knew what to do and didn't interrupt.

Fawu shook his head.

"Fakong, what do you think?" Yuanxin looked at Fakong.

Fakong shook his head and said nothing.

"Stop wasting time, speak up!" Yuanxin snorted, "Your little head is quite smart."

"Junior nephew Fakong, please speak up." Yuanhua said, "It doesn't matter if you are wrong, one more person means one more wisdom."

Fakong said, "There are probably not many people in the world who can kill Senior Brother Faji Faxiang in one fell swoop, and even almost kill Senior Brother Fawu, and they are still so young?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Although Fawu had just entered the Shenyuan realm, the disciples of the Vajra Temple were thick-skinned and not so easy to kill.

To kill three people in one fell swoop, at least the second grade is required.

The third grade is easy, the second grade is difficult, and the first grade is even rarer.

For the masters of the sects outside, the third grade of the Shenyuan realm is purely based on talent and luck, and cannot be achieved through hard practice.

The Vajra Temple's mental method is mysterious, and it can be cultivated to the third grade through hard practice, but the second grade still depends on talent and luck.

No matter how exquisite the Da Miao Lian Temple's mental skills are, there are not many people who have entered the second level at a young age, and there are only one or two.

Fakong said: "It's probably not such a coincidence to meet such a master."

"You mean he is specifically tracking Fa Wu and others?"

"Uncle Master, don't you think that these sects are attacking the Great Snow Mountain together, and there must be someone behind them who can command them?"

"Da Miao Lian Temple!"

"Even higher." Fakong shook his head and said: "How could they not have thought that our Great Snow Mountain Sect would send someone over?"

"Higher... Could it be the Great Yong court?" Yuan Hua was solemn.

Fakong said no more.

"If they are prepared, I'm afraid other temples will not be smooth either." Yuan Xin frowned and said: "Are we going to suffer a big loss again?"

Fakong nodded.

"You have calculated but you don't, you are always ahead of me." Yuan Xin snorted, "How cowardly!"

He said in a deep voice, "I'll go... I have to bring back the bodies of Faji and Faxiang."

"Brother Yuan Xin, you don't have to go." A fat middle-aged monk came floating in, landing in the pavilion with a lightness that was completely different from his body.

"Brother Yuanshan." Everyone clasped their hands.

Fakong clasped his hands and called him uncle.

Yuanshan, the head of the Arhat Temple.

Yuanshan looks fat and seems to have never practiced martial arts, but he is actually one of the top masters in the Vajra Temple.

He looked solemn and said slowly, "The bodies of Faji and Faxiang have been delivered and are placed in front of the Vajra Peak."

He flashed cold lightning in his eyes and said lightly, "This is a demonstration."

Yuan Hua, Yuan Fang, and Yuan Xin all looked very ugly.

Vajra Temple has never suffered such a big loss, and has never been so cowardly.

"Fakong," Yuanshan said calmly, "I'm sorry to bother you. They died for the temple and should go to the Western Paradise."

"Yes," Fakong replied with his hands together.

"Let's go," Yuanshan said, and his fat body floated away again.

Yuanhua helped Fawu up, and everyone left the Medicine Valley and returned to the Vajra Temple, only Lin Feiyang stayed in the Medicine Valley.

Hundreds of monks stood outside the pagoda forest, looking solemn. They heard the news and came to see Faji and Faxiang off.

Fakong performed the Great Light Mantra on the altar and sent the two straight to the Western Paradise.

The stars in the night sky were dim, and a bright moon was hanging high.

The light of Faji and Faxiang's souls was particularly bright, even brighter than the bright moon in the sky, and then turned into two white rainbows that penetrated the night sky, like two long swords piercing the sky.

A golden light appeared faintly in the night sky, making the entire night sky brighter.

Behind a large dark cloud, a huge Buddha statue appeared faintly, shining with golden light, illuminating the surrounding dark clouds and dyeing them red and gold.

The golden Buddha appeared to breathe a few times and then slowly dissipated.

Everyone could see that two white lights had entered the golden Buddha and disappeared together.

In the dark environment at night, this scene had a stronger impact on everyone.

Xu Zhijian, who had been silent as if invisible, saw this scene.

After performing the Great Light Mantra, Fakong was about to go back with Faning, but was stopped by Yuanshan, Yuanfang, Yuanhua and others.

"Master Yuanshan." Fakong was puzzled.

"You cast the Great Light Mantra, and you can see the scene before Faji and Faxiang died, right?"

"Yes."

"Did you see the monk in gold?"

"Yes."

"What did he look like?"

"Brother Fawu should have seen him."

"He is facing life and death, and he has used the Blood Burning Pill. I'm afraid he can't be very calm in what he sees and thinks."

"Okay, I'll draw it."

The crowd came to a courtyard, which was Yuanxin's small courtyard.

In the pavilion, Fakong sat down at the stone table and quickly drew a monk in gold.

He was dressed in gold, with a handsome appearance, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. Even on paper, his bright spirit was overwhelming.

"A good-looking body." Yuan Fang, the head of Yaowang Academy, nodded slightly: "His aptitude is absolutely extraordinary."

Yuan Xin said coldly: "He is calm and at ease. He should be a top figure in the Great Miaolian Temple. He doesn't need to listen to orders. His eyes are clear and he should be ruthless."

Yuan Shan slowly looked at everyone: "I will go to Dayong in person to meet this young monk."

"Brother Yuan Shan, think twice!"

"Brother, you can't!"

"You don't have to say it anymore. If we don't take down this official, how can we be worthy of Faji and Faxiang!"

"Let Yuan Ding and the others go. Why do you have to do it yourself, brother?" Yuan Xin shook his head: "Too risky."

"Within a few moves, I can't kill Faji, Faxiang and Fawu." Yuan Shan said in a deep voice: "If it's Brother Yuan Ding and the others, it's even worse!... We go to take down this monk, not to die!"

"But you are not sure if you go, not to mention that it is in Dayong, not our territory, it's too dangerous."

Yuan Shan's eyes turned to Fakong

Fakong felt something was wrong.

He immediately guessed Yuanshan's plan, that he was going to take him with him, and using his immobilization spell, the two of them should be able to take down the golden monk together.

He clasped his hands together and bowed: "Uncle Yuanshan."

Yuanshan said gently: "Fakong, what do you think?"

Fakong's status rose rapidly without him realizing it.

In fact, it was much higher than he thought.

"Instead of going to Dayong to hunt this man down, it's better to lure him to the Great Snow Mountain and then kill him." In order to avoid taking the risk of going to Dayong, Fakong's mind was like lightning, and several ideas came to him in an instant.

"Hmm?"

"This man has such a high level of cultivation at such a young age. He must be arrogant and conceited. Brother Fawu escaped from his clutches. It must be a thorn in my throat. I will not be happy unless I get rid of him."

"... Makes sense." Yuan Xin nodded: "If it were me, it would be the same. The person who was originally easy to capture got into trouble and escaped. I must kill Fawu to get through."

Yuan Hua said: "I just don't know his temperament."

What if he is not of this temperament, what if he is both strong and humble?

If you get the wrong direction, it will be a waste of effort, and you may even fall into danger. You must be careful.

"Ask someone and you will know." Fakong said.

He didn't say anything more.

No need to remind him to ask the masters of the three sects with the portrait.

Too many masters of the three sects have been captured. Wanfo Peak is already overcrowded, and there is no worry that you can't get anything out of it.

How could such a master be unknown?

As soon as he got the memory of Faji Faxiang and saw the young man, he knew that the young monk's Buddhist name was Yuande.

The famous Yuande Divine Monk of Dayong.

The Divine Monk of Da Miaolian Temple, which only appears once in a hundred years, is said to be the reincarnation of the previous abbot of Da Miaolian Temple. He is born with knowledge and wisdom.

The martial arts of Da Miaolian Temple can be mastered after practicing, and the cultivation level is improved by leaps and bounds. In just 20 years, he has reached the second-grade Shenyuan realm and has never been defeated.

He personally took action against the Vajra Temple instead of the Great Leiyin Temple, which was really a compliment to the Vajra Temple.

Through the memories of Faji and Faxiang, we know that when the Divine Monk Yuande punched, the goddess scattered flowers, the second punch was thrown, the ground emerged golden lotus, and the third punch was thrown, the golden lotus was dazzling and could not be looked at directly.

His five senses were suddenly lost, and he didn't even know how to dodge, and he didn't know where he was, as if he suddenly woke up from a coma, and his brain didn't work.

Then his eyes went black, and he knew nothing, and fell into eternal sleep.

He saw the memories of the two people, and then thought about the memories of Gu Xinxian and others, and felt that it was safer to avoid them for the time being.

There was no certainty of victory.

As a divine monk of the Great Miaolian Temple, how could he know that he didn't have a few killer moves, and he might not be able to take them.

He also knew the temper of this divine monk Yuande, who was arrogant and looked down on everyone.

After all, it was a young body. Even if he had a high level of cultivation, he still couldn't avoid the influence of his own habits.

When Yuande faced the three people, he was at ease and killed them as easily as taking something out of his bag.

But he had a keen understanding of the law and a great talent for fighting. He felt something was wrong when he saw him, and took the blood burning pill without hesitation and tried his best to escape.

This was a keen intuition of danger, and it was also a necessary condition to become a top master. How many talented geniuses died halfway?

"This is indeed a safe method." Yuan Hua nodded gently: "Brother, ask first. If he is really such a person, it may not be impossible to lure him to the Great Snow Mountain."

"... Let's give it a try." Yuan Shan nodded slowly.

Fa Kong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Yuan Shan said: "If he is really like this, how to lure him to the Great Snow Mountain?"

Fa Kong's eyes fell on Fa Wu.