Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fa Kong continued to look at the middle-aged man in purple robe.

He wanted to see what this master of Yue Dao fishing was going to do.

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man in purple robe said solemnly.

Fakong said slowly: "Who is the donor, and why did he break into my valley?"

The middle-aged man in purple robe said coldly: "Where is Yuanzhi?"

Lin Feiyang dodged, returned to Fakong, and whispered: "There are four people at the foot of the mountain, staring here from a distance."

Fa Kong nodded.

The middle-aged man in purple robe said coldly: "Is this Yuanzhi's way of hospitality?"

Fakong waved his hand: "Get it away."

"Okay." Lin Feiyang agreed excitedly, disappeared in a flash, and appeared behind the purple-robed middle-aged man the next moment, taking a photo with his palm.

"Bang!" The middle-aged man in purple robe was slapped on the head.

His eyes turned white and he fell limply.

When the Royal Shadow Sutra reached the fourth level, Lin Feiyang's movements became more and more elusive, without a trace or sound.

The middle-aged man in purple robe is also a master in the Shenyuan realm, but he was caught off guard and still had no power to resist.

Lin Feiyang caught him happily, lifted up his belt and fluttered away, flashing twice in the shadows and disappearing from the valley.

Faning first went to the lake to wash his fat hands, wipe them clean and then strode over: "Senior brother, who is it?"

"Ignore those people who are incomprehensible." Fakong shook his head.

Apparently he got acquainted with Master Yuan Zhi.

Since he is fishing for Yue Dao, he is most likely an enemy.

Faning hesitated: "Not sure?"

"There are so many trivial things in the world. It's too tiring to figure them all out." Fakong said, "Junior brother, it's rare for you to be confused."

"Yes." Faning had no choice but to respond.

Lin Feiyang reappeared, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Sent him down the mountain, so happy!"

Fakong raised his head and glanced in the direction of Vajra Temple.

"Senior Brother, shall I report to Master?"

"No need." Fakong shook his head.

The light wheel in his mind flew out and split into two points, falling on the eyes of the Medicine Buddha statue.

clairvoyance.

His current mind's eye cannot cover the entire Vajra Peak, and he still needs to continue to practice the Void Fetal Breath Sutra.

As far as the eye could see, the forest at the foot of King Kong Peak was exactly the same forest where Yang Ying and the others had stayed a few days ago.

There were four people surrounding the middle-aged man in purple robe.

In addition to the middle-aged man in purple robe who was slowly waking up, Fakong also recognized the two people as the two young men from Shenwu Mansion.

Zhao Jiping is plain-looking and has a short temper.

Fan Chenguang is handsome, cold and arrogant.

The remaining two middle-aged men were both handsome in appearance, and Fakong judged that they were both masters of the Moon Fishing Way.

The disciples of Diao Yue Dao all have good looks. I don’t know if they pay special attention to appearance when selecting disciples, or because Diao Yue Dao’s martial arts skills can make people handsome and beautiful.

Fakong withdrew his clairvoyance and smiled carelessly.

He looked up to the sky and made a gesture.

Two small white dots appeared in the sky, and the snow-capped mountain eagle swooped down, as fast as a meteor falling.

Their eyesight is astonishing, far superior to that of humans. Even above the clouds, their eyes can penetrate the clouds and see his gestures clearly.

Lin Feiyang immediately raised his head, staring at the two eagles with gleaming eyes, as if he wanted to hook them over like hooks.

The two eagles ignored him, were too lazy to talk to him, and were not allowed to touch him.

"Monk, can they carry you?"

"able."

"Then why don't you go up and sit down and try it?" Lin Feiyang encouraged enthusiastically: "Flying in the sky, it makes me excited just thinking about it."

"I haven't lived enough yet." Fakong said angrily.

If you are in the air and your feet are not touching the ground, where can you draw strength from?

It is the best target.

"Look at your courage. Even if you fall, you still have Qinggong."

"Qinggong? Let's forget it." Fakong shook his head.

The Qinggong of the Vajra Temple was too rough, and he really didn't have confidence.

Two snow-capped mountain eagles hovered ten meters above Fakong's head, blowing out a whirring wind, which was more effective than a fan.

"...I want to go to Shenjing again." Lin Feiyang stared at them eagerly and said.

"Um."

"Don't ask me what to do?" Lin Feiyang looked at him.

"You're just concerned about King Xin's safety...it's almost become your obsession, why bother."

Because he had assassinated King Xin, he had an extra layer of bonds.

Lin Feiyang was particularly concerned about King Xin's ups and downs and safety, and wished he could go to Shenjing every day to inquire about the news.

"Hehe..." Lin Feiyang scratched his head in embarrassment: "I'll be right back."

"Go, be careful, Shenjing Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."

"I understand." Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash.

He soon appeared again in a flash.

"Monk, the guys below are muttering that they have no intention of leaving. Do you want to clean them up?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Then I'm going."

Fa Kong waved his hand.

Lin Feiyang disappeared in a flash, completely gone this time.

Outside the Jingang Temple, two young men in purple robes slowly stopped in front of the mountain gate. They were Zhao Jiping and Fan Chenguang.

The two stood under the ancient tree with a crown like a giant umbrella and took a deep breath.

The green air of the ancient trees mixed with the sandalwood from the temple is refreshing, and your heart suddenly becomes peaceful and peaceful.

The years suddenly became slower, and my mood became calmer, no longer so impetuous and anxious.

Things around me suddenly became a lot lighter, my mind about gains and losses was inexplicably weakened, and I didn't care about everything so much.

When the two young monks saw the two men appearing, they bowed together, asked for their identities, and then went into the temple to report.

Monk Yuanxin led eight middle-aged monks out in a line, walked down the steps, and came to Zhao Jiping and Fan Chenguang.

"Dear donors, I wonder what you are doing in my humble temple. I am Yuanxin, honored to be the guest master of the temple."

"Master Yuanxin, we are under the command of Shenwu Mansion. We are ordered by the Lord of the Mansion to come to retrieve the six prisoners of Diaoyue Dao. This is the official document of the Mansion."

Zhao Jiping took out a scroll from his arms and handed it to Monk Yuanxin with both hands.

Monk Yuanxin put ten in a salute, took it respectfully and unfolded it slowly.

He read it carefully, not missing a single word, and his eyes finally fell on the signature at the end and stopped.

He looked up at the two of them.

The two looked calm and indifferent.

In front of Cantian Dao, he could be arrogant and indifferent, but not in front of Vajra Temple.

The three major sects are not the six paths of the Demon Sect.

Maybe in the folk, people think that the Demon Sect is similar to the three major sects, and even the Demon Sect is more powerful now.

But in the court, the Demon Sect is far from being comparable to the three major sects.

With the imperial gift of the Emperor Taizu, the Iron Certificate is in hand, which means an indestructible golden body.

The Demon Sect is just a large number of people, and the court uses it to put pressure on the three major sects.

In terms of prestige and contribution, it is far from being comparable to the three major sects.

Apart from anything else, the merits of the three major sects following the dragon can keep the blessings and benefits continuous, as long as they do not rebel, they cannot be charged.

Laymen watch the excitement, while experts see the doorway.

As people from the Shenwu Mansion, they have a clear understanding of this general trend.

Yuan Xin looked at the signature again and said slowly: "There is only the seal of the Shenwu Mansion, not the emperor's."

Zhao Jiping said: "This is just a palace order."

Yuan Xin slowly closed the scroll, handed it back to Zhao Jiping with both hands respectfully, and smiled and said: "Forgive me for my neglect."

Zhao Jiping took it and smiled.

Yuan Xin turned around and stepped onto the steps and entered the temple gate.

The eight middle-aged monks behind him bowed to them, followed him into the temple gate, and disappeared.

"Squeak!" The temple gate slowly closed.

Only two young monks were left standing by the door.

Their eyelids drooped, their breath was restrained, and they were motionless as if they were in a clay body, and began to enter the state of practice.

The smile on Zhao Jiping's face slowly solidified.

"This... this...?"

He pointed at the temple gate, and then looked at the two young monks who closed their eyes and did not move.

Now he completely reacted.

His ordinary face quickly became red and flushed.

"It's true." Fan Chenguang shook his head, his expression calm.

Zhao Jiping's fingers trembled, and he took a few deep breaths, frantically suppressing his rage, so he didn't rush up to smash the door.

He gritted his teeth and spat out two words: "Arrogant!"

This monk Yuanxin is really a piece of shit, too arrogant, and actually didn't give the Shenwu Mansion face.

"Let's go." Fan Chenguang took a deep look at the temple gate of the Vajra Temple.

The paint peeled off, old and vicissitudes.

Both doors were a little crooked, one leaning to the left and the other to the right, so the gap between the doors was very large.

The door hinge lacked oil, and it squeaked when it turned.

Such two broken wooden doors could be smashed to pieces with a light kick.

But they didn't dare.

In their eyes, these two broken wooden doors were too strong.

"Too much!" Zhao Jiping gritted his teeth: "Arrogant and proud of his achievements, sooner or later one day..."

"Shut up!" Fan Chenguang shouted.

Zhao Jiping opened his mouth, but finally closed it in dismay, his expression dejected.

As a master of Shenwu Mansion, this was the first time he encountered such a thing, which gave him a very strong stimulation and made him furious.

But the fact that he had no way to deal with the other party made him dejected and powerless.

"Jun Hou, what should we do?"

"Just go back."

"But Diaoyue Road..."

"That's not something we should worry about. The master of the mansion will consider it." Fan Chenguang turned around and walked out slowly.

"Alas..." Zhao Jiping shook his head and sighed: "Look at the Six Paths of the Demon Sect, and then look at the Great Snow Mountain Sect!"

Fan Chenguang remained silent.

Zhao Jiping was indignant: "They were obedient and followed orders without disobeying them. They risked their lives to enter Dayong and fought bravely, but what about the Great Snow Mountain Sect!"

Fan Chenguang shook his head.

Zhao Jiping snorted: "Diaoyue Dao has made such great contributions, but he doesn't want rewards. He just wants to get back the six abandoned masters. He is really loyal and righteous. Can't our Shenwu Mansion meet this request? That's too chilling!"

Fan Chenguang suddenly stopped.

Zhao Jiping was startled and stopped.

Fan Chenguang stared at him.

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Zhao Jiping was puzzled and felt guilty.

"Old Zhao..." Fan Chenguang said slowly: "We brothers have been out together many times, and we have a deep friendship. I am talking about deep things."

"Military Marquis, just say whatever you want." Zhao Jiping smiled.

Fan Chenguang said slowly: "Some things, what you see with your eyes and hear with your ears may not be true, don't judge easily, Diaoyue Dao may not be so loyal,... As a soldier, all we can do is follow orders, don't think too much about other things, don't get involved, understand, Lao Zhao?!"

"... Junhou, I understand." Zhao Jiping was puzzled at first, then he thought about it and bowed deeply with his fists.

"Let's go." Fan Chenguang used his Qinggong to shoot out.

Zhao Jiping hurriedly followed.

The two floated down the King Kong Peak and met with three Diaoyue Dao masters, just shook their heads, and then left.

The three Diaoyue Dao masters looked up and glared at the direction of the King Kong Temple, especially the middle-aged man who had previously entered the Medicine Valley, with hatred flashing in his eyes.

They finally left unwillingly and angrily.

Fakong stood in Yingxin Pavilion, his gray monk robe fluttering, thinking.

Is this a test from Shenwu Mansion?