Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

As soon as their figures disappeared, Monk Yuande looked at Fakong.

Fakong smiled and said: "Originally, there was hope for those two to practice, but unfortunately they were destroyed by Sect Leader Mo, and the opportunity was cut off."

Monk Yuande breathed a sigh of relief.

This is most of the reason why Daimyolian Temple came to help, to personally prevent the masters of Divine Sword Peak from practicing the sword technique.

Otherwise, life will be ruined.

Ning Zhenzhen Heshi said: "Master..."

"Sect Leader Mo doesn't need to say thank you." Monk Yuande Heshi said: "I'm afraid they won't give up. We will continue to keep them here."

"That's great, we really hope the masters stay." Ning Zhenzhen said with a smile: "With the eminent monks of the Damiaolian Temple sitting here, the disciples can sleep soundly and eat well."

Monk Yuande smiled.

I'm afraid that they care about their reputation and don't want others to stay by themselves. It's better to help instead of being left behind.

Everyone dispersed.

There were only three people left in the small courtyard: Fakong, Ning Zhenzhen and Monk Yuande.

Monk Yuande said: "Master, I guess they will put all their efforts next time and will never give up."

Fakong nodded.

Ning Zhenzhen frowned and said: "Then we have to fight, but Master Yuande, the eminent monk of Damiaolian Temple actually..."

"The matter has come to an end. Sect Leader Mo doesn't need to say these things anymore." Monk Yuande shook his head: "The Jade Butterfly Sect cannot retreat, and the same goes for our temple."

"Damyolian Temple can get away."

"You can't retreat." Monk Yuande shook his head: "If you retreat at this time, your confidence will be shaken, and your entire state of mind will be shaken."

The state of mind was shaken and confidence was low, which had a great impact on the practice of the disciples in the entire temple.

This may be the beginning of the decline of the entire temple.

When we meet on a narrow road, never flinching, moving forward bravely and winning, we can strengthen our confidence. Even if we lose many eminent monks, the Great Myoulian Temple will still benefit.

Fakong said: "That's how the heart of cultivation is, there is no retreat. It's the same with Shenjian Peak, and it's the same with the Great Miaolian Temple."

The Jade Butterfly Sect's mentality is not of the type of bravery and diligence, but of change, dodge between reality and reality, and advance and retreat in a consistent manner.

The advantage of this kind of mentality is that even if you fail, your mood will not be damaged. The disadvantage is that it is difficult to defeat the situation and it is difficult to become a great master.

The advantage of the mental method of Daimyolian Temple is that it is easy to break through, but after a defeat, if your confidence is damaged, your cultivation will decline.

"Master, how do you think this can be resolved?" Monk Yuande looked at Fakong.

He was very envious of Fakong at this moment.

No matter what time, he seems to be able to remain detached and look down at the chaos of the world without being contaminated by cause and effect.

Fakong smiled and said: "The way to resolve it is actually easy, take the initiative."

"...I'm afraid it's difficult." Monk Yuande smiled bitterly.

Taking the initiative to attack Shenjian Peak was not in line with the style of conduct of the Great Myolian Temple. The original self-defense turned into aggression, and fell into a moral disadvantage.

Fakong said: "Master, I am not asking you to take the initiative to attack, but to take the initiative to resolve it. You cannot let them make all-out efforts. You must constantly reduce their momentum and let them vent their anger, instead of letting them continue to accumulate momentum."

Monk Yuande was thoughtful.

Ning Zhenzhen frowned and said, "They are now in a state of extremes. Any action will make them even more angry, right?"

Fakong said: "The Great Myoulian Temple sent eminent monks to take the initiative to make peace. After all, those who did not kill them this time only lost their cultivation. If they don't kill people, the Great Myoulian Temple will have room for change, right?"

Monk Yuande nodded slowly.

Fakong smiled and said: "Da Miaolian Temple is very good at these things."

Monk Yuande smiled.

Daimyolian Temple is indeed very good at persuading people, and has been playing this role over the years.

Many of the eminent monks in the monastery are good at persuading, dispelling hostility, resolving conflicts and quelling grievances.

In the evening, the sun sets.

The lanterns in Shenjing City are starting to come on.

Every house was lit with lights.

There are more and more people in the city, and people who have returned from work are taking their families out to eat or play.

The outer courtyard of Vajra Temple is as bright as day.

Fa Kong, Xu Qingluo and the others sat at the big round sandalwood table to eat together.

Xu Qingluo poured a glass of wine for Fakong and said crisply: "Master, there is an eminent monk in our divine capital city."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Lin Feiyang said: "Qingluo, what kind of eminent monk is this?"

Everyone else looked over.

Zhou Yang asked hurriedly: "Where did this eminent monk come from?"

"The eminent monk from Fumo Temple."

"Fu Mo Temple..."

None of them had heard of the name.

There are so many temples in the world, such as Pudu Temple, Huangye Temple, Mingyuan Temple, Jingan Temple... If they are not particularly famous, it will be difficult for people to remember them.

Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong with a smile.

Fakong said: "Tiannan Fumo Temple is considered a hermit sect. Is there an eminent monk in this generation?"

If he didn't have so many memory pearls, he really wouldn't know about this Fumo Temple. The disciples of Fumo Temple have not been born for thousands of years.

"As expected of Master." Xu Qingluo said with a smile, "I actually know about Fumo Temple."

"Qingluo, don't be so pretentious!" Lin Feiyang urged: "Tell me where this Fumo Temple came from. Is this eminent monk very powerful?"

"The Fumo Temple is a small temple, but it is quite famous. However, they are a hermit sect and do not live in the world easily."

Lin Feiyang disagreed: "It's famous? I've never heard of it."

"It was famous more than a thousand years ago." Xu Qingluo said: "Most people have never heard of it now, only some old people know about it."

“Where does fame come from?”

"The Great Ming King's Demon Subduing Skill of the Demon Subduing Temple is unique in the world." Xu Qingluo said: "It is extremely powerful and rare in the world."

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"The Great Ming King's Demon Subduing Skill..." Lin Feiyang thought about it and looked at the others.

They all shook their heads.

Xu Qingluo said: "The Great Ming King's Demon Subduing Skill was evenly matched with the Demon Lord. The monk was finally defeated by the Demon Lord and returned to the temple. He has not appeared in the world since then. More than a thousand years have passed."

"So powerful?" Lin Feiyang asked curiously: "Why has he not appeared in the world? There must be only one disciple in the Demon Subduing Temple, right?"

Xu Qingluo shook her head and said: "I don't know about that. Now a monk from the Demon Subduing Temple has finally appeared."

"What is his name?"

"Let me tell you in detail." Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "This monk's Dharma name is Ci'en, he is 46 years old, and his figure is the same as Uncle Faning. He is now staying at Miaojue Temple."

"What is he doing here?" Lin Feiyang snorted: "Since it is a secluded temple, is he going to become famous?"

"He came for Master." Xu Qingluo said.

Fakong smiled.

Lin Feiyang sneered: "Is he going to defeat the abbot and become famous?"

"I wonder if he wants to become famous or just want to learn Buddhism." Xu Qingluo shook her head: "I haven't found out clearly."

Fakong said: "Ci'en..."

His eyes suddenly became deep and he went towards Miaojue Temple.

Miaojue Temple is a temple outside Shenjing City, located on Miaojue Peak, ten miles outside Shenjing City.

Miaojue Peak is one thousand meters above sea level, which is already a towering peak. The monks of Miaojue Temple have always been low-key and rarely come to Shenjing City.

Miaojue Temple is located on the top of the mountain, more than one thousand meters above sea level. Most people don't want to spend so much effort to climb up and burn incense.

So Miaojue Temple is not very popular. The disciples in the temple mainly practice in seclusion, and occasionally go to Shenjing to take a look at the prosperity of the secular world and experience their state of mind.

His eyes passed through the mountains and fell on Miaojue Peak, stopping at an ancient temple on the top of the peak.

His eyes searched the entire temple, looking at all 139 people in the temple, and finally stopped in a monastery.

This is a quiet room of about 30 square meters, with a simple layout, only a couch, a stool, a desk and a bookshelf.

On the right side of the desk are tea cups and teapots, and on the left are pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Apart from this, there is nothing else in the room.

The dusk made the light in the room dim and dim.

In the dimness, a tall and burly middle-aged monk sat cross-legged.

His presence made the bed seem small.

This middle-aged monk was burly and strong, with a thick chest and back, thick hands and feet, a square, straight and big face, and his facial features were also larger than those of ordinary people.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

The monastery suddenly lit up, like two lightning bolts bursting into the room.

His eyes were like lightning, scanning the surroundings, but he found nothing, and finally closed his eyes again, and the room returned to peace.

Fakong nodded lightly.

"Master, have you seen him?" Xu Qingluo asked with a smile.

Fakong retracted his gaze, his eyes returned to normal, and nodded: "Indeed, he has an extraordinary aura, not an ordinary thing."

Xu Qingluo said: "Master, is he coming for you?"

Fakong shook his head.

Xu Qingluo asked curiously: "The Fumo Temple has not had a disciple for more than a thousand years. Suddenly, isn't it to make a name for the world and let the world remember the Fumo Temple again?"

"Not necessarily." Fakong shook his head: "Don't judge others by your own heart."

Xu Qingluo's bright eyes flashed, and she looked at Zhou Yu and said with a grin: "Uncle Master, let's go to Miaojue Temple tomorrow."

Zhou Yu smiled and said: "Do you want to find out the truth about this master?"

Xu Qingluo said: "To find out why he came."

Lin Feiyang's eyes suddenly lit up, ready to join in the fun. Zhu Ni smiled and shook her head, thinking that Xu Qingluo was too sensitive.

Because the monk came, she thought he came for Master Fakong, which was unnecessary. It is possible that he just wanted to exchange Buddhist teachings.

Fakong said, "He will come to the temple tomorrow."

"That's perfect." Xu Qingluo said with a smile.

Fakong looked at Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu's beautiful face suddenly became solemn: "Brother?"

Fakong said, "Don't use Wisdom Heart on him."

"...Okay." Zhou Yu nodded slowly.

She understood what Fakong meant.

This Master Ci'en was obviously a spiritually powerful person, and using Wisdom Heart on him would backfire.

Xu Qingluo's eyes sparkled like stars: "Master, is this Master Ci'en a very powerful person?"

"Very powerful." Fakong said.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "How strong is he? Can he beat Master?"

"Qingluo, you are just talking nonsense." Lin Feiyang smiled and said, "How could he beat the abbot?"

Xu Qingluo laughed and said, "Master, don't you always say that there is always someone better? This Master Ci'en may not be weaker than Master."

Fakong said, "He is still a little bit worse than me."

Xu Qingluo showed a disappointed look.

Lin Feiyang said with a smile: "Xiao Qingluo, are you hoping that someone will beat the abbot? Which side are you on? Is he the abbot's disciple?!"

Xu Qingluo said with a giggle: "I just think that it would be very boring if there were no opponents in this world, right, Master?"

Fakong said: "It's good to have no opponents."

He didn't think it was boring to have no opponents, but he enjoyed it very much, and he could enjoy the beauty of the world and the beauty of life.

What he wanted most was not a thrilling life, but just a stable life, enjoying good wine and food, watching beautiful women and beautiful scenery, enjoying the sun and the moon, which was wonderful enough.

“…Master, since he is not coming for you, why is he coming to us tomorrow?”

Fakong said: “He must be here to discuss Buddhism.”

“I don’t believe he doesn’t have a competitive spirit.” Xu Qingluo said.

She always felt that this monk Ci’en had bad intentions and was coming for Fakong.