Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong felt that it was more luxurious than Prince Xin's palace.

Prince Xin's Mansion advocates neatness and frugality, and is far less luxurious than this.

It seems that Xu Miaoru put a lot of thought into making this batch of utensils.

But when you play with it like this, it's really a completely different style.

"How are you, monk?" Lin Feiyang called from a distance, passed over the lake and landed in the small pavilion. He proudly stretched out his arms and gestured: "Isn't it a big change?"

"It's a mess." Fakong said.

Lin Feiyang smiled and said: "Isn't this too unpleasant? Is it Faning?"

Faning was squatting by the lake washing his fat hands.

When Xu Miaoru and the others came over, he had been busy in the medicine garden and didn't come over to join in the fun.

He is also a bit tender-faced and would feel nervous and awkward when meeting strangers. He would not meet outsiders if he could.

Fakong didn't force him either.

Thin skin needs to be tempered slowly, but it is not a bad problem. It will get better gradually, so there is no need to be too hasty.

"Senior brother, is this okay?" Faning was a little worried: "Master will probably curse when he sees it."

"What's there to scold?" Lin Feiyang was puzzled: "We didn't buy this ourselves, it was given by others, so we can't use it?"

"As a monk, it is best to have nothing outside your mind and no obstacles or stagnation."

"Nonsense." Lin Feiyang said angrily: "If there is no hindrance, no stagnation, then what fun is there in living?"

"Practice is fun, and external objects will affect your concentration and delay your practice."

"False." Lin Feiyang curled his lips.

Fakong smiled and said: "Since there is nothing outside the heart, there is no obstruction or stagnation, then it doesn't matter what the external thing is, just change it."

"Master, he..."

"It doesn't matter." Fakong said with a smile: "Master really wants to scold me, I will just bear with it. Besides, Master will not come over."

They just send Fa En over every time, but Huinan will never come over to show that he has drawn a clear line with Yuan Zhi and will never forgive Yuan Zhi.

No one else in the temple is allowed to come.

However, Fa Wu was scolded by Huinan, and others didn't dare to listen.

"That's right." Lin Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief and glared at Faning: "Faning, you are just too timid. You are afraid of this and that. What's the fun in living!"

Faning shook his head disapprovingly.

People need to be in awe. It is very inappropriate to be as bold as Lin Feiyang.

Fakong said: "It's time for you to practice hard. Let's start sparring with Faning today."

"He——?" Lin Feiyang glanced at Faning disdainfully, and hehehe: "I don't want to bully him."

Fanning smiled.

"Do you really want to beat me?" Lin Feiyang snorted, "I'm afraid I'll beat you to tears!"

"Brother Lin, let's see who cries!" Faning said with a smile.

"Walk!"

"please--!"

The two jumped out of the small pavilion, tapped their toes on the lake, and jumped to the martial arts training ground in the middle of a flower garden in the valley.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

"Ah, you are so cunning!"

"Brother Lin, do you want to admit defeat?"

"Come again!"

…

Fakong took a sip of tea and looked in the direction of Shenjing outside the valley.

——

At noon.

Outside Prince Xin's Mansion, eight guards were divided into two rows at the gate. They held their swords in their hands and glared at the people coming and going.

Treat everyone as a stimulus and pounce on them at any time.

People coming and going had no choice but to speed up and pass by in a hurry.

"squeak--!"

The door of Prince Xin's Mansion slowly opened.

Eight sedan bearers, dusty from work, walked straight in carrying green cloth sedans and stopped outside the hall.

Chu Yu stepped forward and opened the sedan curtain: "Mom, we're here."

Xu Miaoru was wearing a plain blue and white Luo shirt. With the support of Xiaoxing Xiaotao, Xu Miaoru slipped out of the green cloth sedan chair and saw Prince Chu Xiang standing at the foot of the steps outside the hall.

Chu Xiang was dressed in a brocade robe and his figure was as tall as a spear.

His handsome face was tense and solemn.

"Your Highness." Xu Miaoru smiled brightly, as bright as a spring flower.

Chu Xiang's originally tense handsome face suddenly burst into a smile: "Madam!... I'm finally back!"

He held out his hand.

Xiao Xing and Xiao Tao retreated.

Xu Miaoru handed over her jade hand to Chu Xiang and followed him up the steps lightly.

When Chu Xiang entered the hall, he turned around and nodded to the guards: "You've worked hard, go down and have a good rest and reward yourself."

He glanced at Chu Yu and his expression turned calm: "Is the road going well?"

"Father, everything is calm." Chu Yu clasped his fists.

Chu Xiang waved his hand lightly.

Chu Yu and everyone dispersed.

Xiao Tao and Xiao Xing followed into the hall.

Xu Miaoru and Chu Xiang had already sat on a low Arhat couch. Xu Miaoru was hugged tightly by Chu Xiang and nestled in his arms.

Chu Xiang couldn't wait to squeeze her into his body.

"Madam, let's go to the back garden to talk." Chu Xiang said with a smile, "Tell me about what you have experienced along the way."

"Listen to the prince." Xu Miaoru said with a smile.

The two stood up and left the hall.

Xiao Xing and Xiao Tao started making tea and serving snacks, and came to the Jinghu in the back garden.

The gauze curtain of the small pavilion fluttered gently.

Xu Miaoru was lying on a low couch, holding her chin in her hand, completely relaxing lazily.

The bumps along the way are indeed tedious.

She has no cultivation skills and works extremely hard.

Chu Xiang stared at her lotus jade face greedily, and sighed: "Madam, you have lost your virginity."

Xu Miaoru smiled lazily and said: "Your Majesty, it has only been a few days, and you have lost weight so quickly."

"I've lost so much weight." Chu Xiang held her hand tenderly.

Xu Miaoru didn't twitch for a second, so she let him hold her hand: "Your Majesty, you've lost weight too. Are you tired?"

"I'm fine." Chu Xiang said.

"I met the master." Xu Miaoru smiled: "He accepted the gift. It's worth my hard work."

Chu Xiang said: "The master didn't say anything, did he?"

"..."Xu Miaoru smiled, but didn't say anything.

"Madam?"

"The secret of heaven cannot be revealed."

"...Hasn't the secret of heaven been revealed to Madam?"

"Humph, this Chen Guangdi!" Xu Miaoru knew that it was Chen Guangdi who reported it in advance, and said lazily: "In order not to affect the secret of heaven, it cannot be revealed to you, Your Majesty."

"Madam!"

"Hehe..." Xu Miaoru laughed and said playfully: "But I have promised the monk that I will never spread it, and I can't let you know."

"This is boring." Chu Xiang said dissatisfiedly: "Then I might as well not know about this."

"Your Majesty, don't worry, you will be in trouble and good luck."

"So, I will be in trouble?"

"This trouble is not necessarily an assassination, nor is it necessarily a life-threatening situation."

"So there is no assassination?"

"That may not be the case."

"Madam---!" Chu Xiang was dissatisfied.

"Hehe..." Xu Miaoru shook her head and laughed: "Your Majesty, you should give up, let's just assume that this thing didn't happen. I'm tired and want to sleep."

Chu Xiang looked up at the sky.

The sun was shining.

He smiled: "Madam, take a rest. I will accompany you!"

Xu Miaoru's jade hand broke free from his big hand: "It's so busy outside, how can you rest? Go and get busy."

"No matter how busy you are, it's not as important as accompanying you." Chu Xiang held her jade hand again and held it tightly without letting go.

"Prince——!" Xu Miaoru said coquettishly.

Her face was as red as a lotus, and she was so beautiful that Chu Xiang's eyes were even more scorching. He picked her up like a fool and jumped into the waterside pavilion in two steps.

Xiao Xing and Xiao Tao stayed in the pavilion tactfully, looked at each other, and shook their heads helplessly.

——

There was a plaque on the pavilion on the lake, with the three words "Yingxin Pavilion" written on it.

Fakong changed into a monk's robe.

It was still gray.

He didn't like gray monk's robes, but there was no way. The monks in the Vajra Temple were all gray, and they couldn't change to white or yellow.

The gray monk's robe he was wearing now was made of very strange fabric.

It was as soft and moist as a girl's skin, fitting the body gently, as if a girl was caressing it.

It exuded a faint fragrance, like the freshness of flowers and plants.

It was dust-free.

This was obviously not an ordinary fabric.

He sat in a rocking chair, rocking gently, holding a wordless Buddhist scripture in his hand, but thinking about the matter of King Xin.

He heard the sound of fluttering clothes, and Fawu landed in the pavilion.

He looked up at Fawu, looked him up and down, and smiled: "It seems that my junior brother is not doing well."

Fawu looked haggard, as if he had not slept for several days and nights.

He must have not been able to sleep well these days.

"Alas..." Fawu sighed dejectedly, wiped his face, and sat down at the stone table: "I can't sleep."

"Having a nightmare?"

"...Yes." Fawu hesitated and nodded.

Fakong could see that he was lying, not having a nightmare.

He left the rocking chair, came to the stone table, and sat opposite Fawu.

"Feeling guilty?"

"..."

"Brother, your choice is right. The two brothers are dead. It's useless for you to fight hard. The most important thing is to keep yourself useful. If you do it, you will be a hero of the temple." Fakong said gently.

He saw the situation at that time with his own eyes and knew that Fawu's approach was the most correct. Not only was it not wrong, but it was also perfect.

If it were another person, even if he had Fawu's cultivation, he would not be able to escape the clutches of Monk Yuande.

Fawu has a very high talent for fighting and is a natural hero.

When encountering a big scene or facing a life-and-death situation, he will perform exceptionally. The stronger he is, the stronger he will be. Such people are born to be great figures and have the attributes of heroes.

But others don't know the situation at that time, and it is difficult to imagine the crisis at that time, and they often can't help but doubt him.

Did he take advantage of Faji Faxiang being killed to escape?

Or, did Faji Faxiang desperately cover him and sacrifice himself to save him?

People's hearts always tend to think about the dark side. If they don't think about the first one, they will think about the second one, and then they will secretly blame him.

As the most powerful martial artist among the three, he should have sacrificed himself to protect Faji and Faxiang from escaping.

I am afraid that Fawu would also doubt himself and blame himself secretly.

If his cultivation was stronger, if his reaction was faster, could he stop Monk Yuande and give Senior Brother Faji and Faxiang a chance to escape.

"Alas..." Fawu sighed again.

The original Fawu was full of vigor and spirits, but now Fawu is depressed and listless.

Fakong made seals with his hands and cast a Qingxin Mantra.

His Qingxin Mantra has now reached the seventh level, which can eliminate despair, but it is a pity that it is not yet the eighth level, so it cannot eliminate guilt.

As soon as the Heart Purification Mantra fell, Fawu was refreshed and said with a bitter smile: "It's useless."

"Brother Fawu, no one doubts your character. Brothers Faji and Faxiang have already gone to the Western Paradise." Fakong said gently: "If you can avenge them, it will be enough."

"Revenge?" Fawu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "My cultivation is too low."

"Third grade, not low."

"That guy is beyond the second grade." Fawu said in a low voice: "I suspect he will soon reach the first grade."

Fakong said: "It is the peak of the second grade."

Gu Xinxian, the Thunder God Sword, is the second grade, and holding the Thunder God Sword, he is the peak of the second grade, and he is very powerful.

If he didn't have his own immobilization spell, it would be easy to kill Ning Zhenzhen and the others, just like playing.

Monk Yuande's cultivation should be similar to Gu Xinxian's.

He is more afraid of Monk Yuande.

The source of his fear is the Great Miaolian Temple.

The temple, which has been passed down for a longer time than the Great Leiyin Temple, has a deep foundation, and the number of extraordinary skills is far beyond his imagination.

"I have a method that can help you quickly improve your cultivation and kill the inner demon."

"Brother, tell me!"

"Take this, with it, Monk Yuande can't catch up with you." Fakong took out a jade pendant from his sleeve.

The jade pendant is yellow, like amber, emitting a warm and bright light.

"This is..."

"I got this by accident. It can block all auras." Fakong handed it to him: "Take it, and Monk Yuande won't be able to catch you."

Since he practiced the Void Fetal Breathing Sutra, he and the Medicine Buddha statue have become one, and the Medicine Buddha is one with the void, so he will never leak his aura again.

This mysterious talisman is no longer needed, so I lent it to Fawu to use, to see if Fawu can also generate the power of faith.