Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Then answer my question first." The handsome middle-aged man suddenly smiled: "Otherwise, I will die here."

"...Actually, we don't know either." A middle-aged monk shook his head and said calmly: "I will do it as ordered."

"Then find someone who knows." Jiang Yichuan said angrily: "I don't want to talk to you fools."

The middle-aged monk said calmly: "I'm sorry, but I obey."

"Why can't we find him?" Jiang Yichuan asked, "Did the Imperial Master personally bring him here?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head.

Jiang Yichuan asked: "Monk Yuande?"

"...Yes." The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.

Jiang Yichuan said: "Then let Monk Yuande come over and talk,"

The middle-aged monk looked at his companions.

They all shook their heads.

"Why, Monk Yuande dare not see me?" Jiang Yichuan chuckled and said, "Are you afraid that I will suddenly attack and kill Monk Yuande?"

"I hope Donor Jiang will forgive me and follow us back to the temple. Naturally, we can ask our nephew Yuande."

"I have to meet him here, otherwise, I will commit suicide." Jiang Yichuan said angrily: "Hurry up and call him over!"

"Amitabha!" Four middle-aged monks announced the Buddha's name.

Jiang Yichuan shouted: "You stinky monks, if you really want to take action, don't blame me for risking my life to accompany you!"

"Amitabha!" Monk Yuande appeared in front of him.

He was dressed in a bright yellow monk's robe, with a shiny bald head and a face as white as jade. He was as handsome as a jade tree, and his whole body exuded a crystal-clear and warm brilliance.

Jiang Yichuan snorted and said: "Monk Yuande, you finally came out. You are so embarrassed that you are embarrassed to see us, aren't you?"

After monk Yuande pronounced the Buddha's name, he solemnly said: "Donor Jiang, Donor Jin, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but when you turn around, you will reach the shore."

"Monk Yuande," Jiang Yichuan hummed: "Your Miaolian Temple has been looking forward to this moment for a long time, right?!"

There was a sarcastic smile on his lips.

The Great Miaolian Temple must have regarded the Jiuyuan Sect as a thorn in its side, but it was afraid of its ancestor and did not dare to take action.

Now I finally take action.

Jiang Yichuan had a smile on his face, but his heart was cold.

An accident must have happened to the ancestor, so that the Great Miaolian Temple no longer has any scruples, and the Jiuyuan Holy Sect will finally be destroyed.

Daimyolian Temple must have planned and simulated it countless times, and this time it finally took action.

It is almost impossible for the Nine Yuan Holy Sect to turn around.

Without the ancestor, the Jiuyuan Holy Sect is no match for the Great Myoulian Temple. The monks of the Great Myoulian Temple may appear to be amiable, but in fact they are ruthless.

But I didn't expect that there would be a secret agent from the Great Myoulian Temple on the top floor of the sect, and the monks of the Great Myoulien Temple were also full of evil!

"Amitabha." Monk Yuande looked at him calmly: "Donor Jiang, Donor Jin, you two will follow me back to the temple. You will have to face the wall to repent for one year, convert to our temple, change your mind, and make more meritorious deeds to atone for your previous sins."

"Who is the secret spy?" Jiang Yichuan suppressed the smile on his face: "Say this name, and I will let you go."

Monk Yuande looked at him calmly.

Jiang Yichuan also looked at him calmly, showing his uncompromising attitude.

Monk Yuande said calmly: "Young Master."

"Ha!" Jiang Yichuan pointed at him and smiled at Jin Wandou next to him: "Old Jin, look at this."

Jin Mandou was a burly, middle-aged man who was taciturn and glared at Monk Wondeok with dissatisfaction.

Monk Yuande said calmly: "A poor monk never lies."

"...How is this possible, Young Master!" Jiang Yichuan said solemnly: "He is the Young Master!"

He believed what Monk Yuande said.

Monk Yuande never lies. This is one of his Buddhist practices, and everyone knows it.

Monk Yuande said: "Without Old Man Jiuyuan, will the Young Master still be the Young Master? Has anyone ever taken him seriously?"

"...Just because of this, our Nine Yuan Holy Sect was sold?" Jiang Yichuan looked incredulous.

He looked dazed and in disbelief.

I couldn't help but think of what happened before, how the young leader became more and more silent, his methods became more and more severe, and his punishments became more and more severe.

But this actually aroused everyone's rebellious spirit.

Everyone respects the ancestor, but this young leader doesn't have much ability, so why should everyone be willing to obey his orders?

Moreover, they are all messy orders, which are not worth listening to. They can be regarded as farts.

In private, everyone was talking about the young leader, and they could not help but secretly ridicule the young leader.

I feel that this young leader is a bit pedantic and a bit upright, and it is simply inexplicable that he wants the Jiuyuan Holy Sect to go on the right path and join other martial arts sects.

The ancestor is extremely powerful, but no matter how powerful he is, he will sometimes make mistakes. This time, the young leader made a mistake.

This young leader is not like the ancestor and is not worthy to be the true leader of the Nine Yuan Holy Sect. Everyone must still obey the order of the ancestor.

As for the young leader, just be a mascot.

Therefore, the members of the Jiuyuan Sect are generally obedient and submissive, and they have unknowingly alienated the young leader.

Is this the young leader's revenge?

But this is the Nine-Yuan Holy Sect, the Nine-Yuan Holy Sect founded by the ancestor. He actually betrayed and destroyed the Nine-Yuan Holy Sect himself. How could he have the face to see the ancestor? !

Disbelief surged in his heart, uncontrollable doubt, and at the same time, he had a faint belief deep in his heart.

He felt inexplicable panic.

Even the young leader will betray the Nine-Yuan Holy Sect. The Nine-Yuan Holy Sect will really disappear, and the ancestor may be in danger.

Otherwise, the young leader would never dare to do this!

Gu Jian

Monk Yuande said calmly: "Two donors, can we go back to the temple now?"

"I want to see the young master."

"...I will see him after I return to the temple." Monk Yuande was about to say it was impossible, but the young master was no longer alive.

He no longer wanted to pretend to be the young master Zhu Yuquan, and this time his pretending failed.

But before he could finish his words, Fakong's voice rang in his ears: "Master, hold them first, don't let the young master disappear."

Monk Yuande trusted Fakong very much, and after hearing this, he immediately changed his words.

"It seems that the young master has fallen into your hands!" Jiang Yichuan sneered: "It's not that the young master is collaborating with the enemy, but that he is forced by you!"

Monk Yuande smiled faintly: "Two donors, please stop!"

"...Okay." Jiang Yichuan said coldly: "I want to see whether the young master is collaborating with the enemy!"

Monk Yuande stepped forward, slapped each of them on the chest, sealed their acupuncture points, and then bowed to the four middle-aged monks.

The four middle-aged monks clasped their hands in return, and took Jiang Yichuan and Jin Wandou away, disappearing outside the valley in the blink of an eye.

Monk Yuande stood in place and turned his head to look around.

Fakong smiled and said, "Northwest direction."

Monk Yuande turned and looked northwest, concentrating his eyes, and saw Fakong, whose figure turned into a yellow light and landed in front of Fakong.

Fakong said, "This is Deputy Sect Master Mo of the Jade Butterfly Sect."

Monk Yuande clasped his hands in return.

Ning Zhenzhen clasped his hands in return, "Mo Youlan meets Master Yuande."

"I have also heard of Master Mo's great name." Monk Yuande said, "I didn't hide it from you, Master."

Fakong smiled and said, "It is a blessing to be able to see the Golden Lotus Demon Subduing Formation."

"Excuse me." Monk Yuande said, "What did you mean just now, Master?"

Fakong said, "The young sect master is still very useful. If the news spreads that the young sect master was subdued by the Great Miaolian Temple and imprisoned somewhere..."

Monk Yuande suddenly realized.

He understood immediately, and understood Fakong's plan. The young leader was the bait, to lure those fish that slipped through the net.

Jiuyuan Holy Sect was not a small sect. Even though there was a martial arts performance order, and the martial arts heroes were chasing and besieging, there were still fish that slipped through the net.

If these fish that slipped through the net had the intention of fighting to the death, they would first hide and wait for the opportunity, and then secretly assassinate the disciples of the Great Miaolian Temple, which was hard to guard against.

At this time, the existence of the young leader was their spiritual pillar, and they were likely to plan to rescue the young leader.

And through the bait of the young leader, it was possible to lure them out, eliminate them one by one, and eliminate future troubles.

Fakong took a look at the Golden Lotus Demon Subduing Formation in the distance. It had already ended, and the masters of the Jiuyuan Holy Sect in the circle were lying down.

And the four middle-aged masters who escaped from the formation were also restrained.

He smiled and said, "Master, then we will say goodbye."

Monk Yuande made a tenth salute: "Thank you, Master."

Fakong waved his hand and floated away with Ning Zhenzhen.

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After returning to Ning Zhenzhen's courtyard, Ning Zhenzhen has been thinking, and she is still thinking about the Golden Lotus Demon Subduing Formation in her mind.

She is comparing the Golden Lotus Demon Subduing Formation with the Dust Sword Formation.

She got the Dust Sword Formation from Fakong, and added her own understanding, which has changed. Now that she sees the Golden Lotus Demon Subduing Formation, she has a new understanding.

Fakong did not disturb her.

Now, her mind is flashing with inspiration, which is the most suitable state for comprehension, which can be encountered but not sought.

Time passed slowly, Fakong looked up at the sky, and the sun gradually moved from the east to the middle, and it was already the time of the day.

But Ning Zhenzhen had no intention of ending, and was still immersed in comprehension, with her eyes blank and out of focus.

Fakong focused on her, sensing what she was thinking, and suddenly chanted a clear heart mantra.

It was like a revelation.

Ning Zhenzhen's mind suddenly collided with all the inspiration, and then condensed into a thick inspiration.

She stretched out her hand, and the long sword hanging by the door frame broke free from the scabbard, flew into her jade hand, and then danced.

Fakong stood aside and watched with a smile.

Her sword skills seemed to be unsystematic, with a sword here and there, unpredictable.

Fakong saw at a glance that she was imitating different people and performing sword skills from different angles.

A quarter of an hour later, Ning Zhenzhen stopped the sword and smiled.

Her eyes sparkled, and she looked at Fakong with high spirits: "Brother, thank you."

Fakong smiled and said: "Congratulations."

"A little insignificant repair." Ning Zhenzhen shook her head and smiled: "It's just to increase the power a little."

It's just to add the method of breath communication to the small micro dust sword formation, and then disperse the damage to each other and repair the injuries together.

Fakong smiled and said: "Now the small micro dust sword formation is no longer the small micro dust sword formation, it is a unique formation, you can rename it."

"...Then call it the micro-yuan sword formation." Ning Zhenzhen thought for a while and said.

"Micro Yuan Sword Formation... the word Yuan is used well." Fakong smiled and said, "There is a flow of Yuan Qi in the sword technique, full of vitality."

"That's right." Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said, "This is all thanks to my senior brother."

Fakong laughed.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said, "If I hadn't seen the Golden Lotus Demon Subduing Formation, I wouldn't have been inspired to increase this mental method."

Fakong shook his head and refused to take the credit. His eyes narrowed slightly, and after a moment he nodded, "We'll be almost there if we pass this level tonight."