Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The purple-robed middle-aged man obviously had a grudge against Master Yuanzhi. Did he know that Master Yuanzhi was dead?

He replayed the previous situation in his mind.

After watching repeatedly, he concluded that this person really didn't know, so he really came to find Master Yuanzhi.

Diaoyue Dao... Looking for Master Yuanzhi...

He easily thought of Tang Yueyan.

Thinking of Tang Yueyan, he thought of the tricks he had done on the Buddhist beads.

The tenth level of the Qingxin Mantra, all kinds of mysteries are revealed.

The Buddhist beads blessed with the Qingxin Mantra are a space marker.

The divine foot can find it at any time.

The divine eye can find it at any time.

The divine ear and the telepathy can also find it at any time.

Tang Yueyan and Yang Ying have been together all the time, so if you can find the Buddhist beads, you can find Tang Yueyan, and if you find Tang Yueyan, you can find Yang Ying.

Yang Ying is very smart and has a good method, and she is also the young master of Cantian Dao, so it is not excessive to be vigilant.

As the saying goes, knowing yourself and your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles without danger.

If it weren't for the fact that he only had a little faith power every day, he would have opened his clairvoyance to see what Yang Ying was doing.

In the evening.

The setting sun painted the dark clouds in the sky with golden edges.

The sunset dyed the lake red, like red silk swaying.

Lin Feiyang returned in time and buried his head in making dinner. When they sat together in Yingxin Pavilion to eat, he told the news he had heard from Shenjing.

Prince Xin had already collected all the grain from the thirteen prefectures and Shenjing into the Jimin Warehouse and began to open the warehouse for disaster relief.

More than two hundred officials were sent to the prison. For a while, the prison of the Ministry of Justice in Shenjing was overcrowded and not enough.

"Alas..." Lin Feiyang shook his head and said, "It's really cruel. He is determined to die."

"Prince Xin did a good job." Fanning looked admiring.

"I think he is a broken jar." Lin Feiyang curled his lips: "He just risked his life."

Fakong changed the subject: "What's the news about the Demon Sect?"

"Oh, now Shenjing is also discussing it, and praising the six paths of the Demon Sect." Lin Feiyang snorted and said: "Cantian Dao, Diaoyue Dao, Xueping Dao, Chuiyun Dao and Chenghai Dao all won a big victory, but Yeyu Dao was not good and lost."

"Yeyu Dao actually lost?" Faning said in surprise.

Lin Feiyang curled his lips and said: "They were careless. They must have relied on their own amazing body skills and didn't take their opponents seriously. Who knew that they ran into the Wufeng Sect. The Wufeng Palm was very strange and caught them off guard."

Yeyu Dao's body skills were strange and silent. Although not as good as his own Yuying Zhenjing, it was also the world's top light skills.

Yeyu Dao's body skills were like night rain, sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

"What a pity." Faning shook his head.

Lin Feiyang laughed.

He hated people who relied on their skills to mess around, even though he often did so.

"Monk, the current situation is not right. The Demon Sect has become a famous and upright sect, while the Great Snow Mountain Sect is mocked and despised by people." Lin Feiyang looked at Fakong, who had been silent and chewing slowly.

Fakong smiled.

Lin Feiyang said, "I heard from an old man in Guanyun Tower that someone is pushing this from behind."

"Yeah." Fakong nodded.

"Do you want me to take action?" Lin Feiyang rubbed his hands and smiled proudly, "Make the Demon Sect's six paths stink!"

Fakong shook his head.

These things are big troubles, and what should be concerned about is his own cultivation.

Since the opening of the mind's eye, progress has been rapid, and now the range of the mind's eye has expanded to two kilometers.

More importantly, the mind's eye is not just an eye, it has begun to connect with other senses, and now it can hear.

It's really amazing to think about it.

Sitting in the pavilion, closing my eyes, I can actually see everything within a radius of two kilometers, and I can also hear it.

Although this is not as good as a magical power, it has its own advantages.

The advantage is that it does not consume faith power, and can also remotely cast Buddhist mantras.

The two-kilometer range not only covers the entire Vajra Temple, but also covers the top of Vajra Peak.

He can see a group of Dayong masters rushing to the top of Vajra Peak in the sunset.

Fakong was stunned for a moment.

There are actually hundreds of Dayong masters, rushing to the top of Vajra Peak like a tide.

Revenge comes so quickly!

The four uncles of Yuanfeng suddenly jumped up from the cushions.

Yuanfeng and another person let out a long whistle.

The whistle was high-pitched and loud.

As soon as the whistle sounded, more than a hundred monks from Vajra Temple flew up from Wanfo Peak, like a group of hawks flying towards the top of Vajra Peak.

Vajra Peak is the main peak, and there are two side peaks around it, forming a mountain character.

The side peak in the south is Wanfo Peak.

The side peak in the north is Nirvana Peak.

After the howl, a hundred Vajra Temple monks flew up from Nirvana Peak, like a group of hawks, heading for the top of Vajra Peak.

Half of the masters of Dayong held knives and the other half held swords. The sword light was cold and the knife light was chilly. The knife light and sword shadows first enveloped the four people from Yuanfeng.

A total of twelve people besieged them, and they had to kill them before the more than two hundred masters of Vajra Temple came to help.

Fakong frowned.

I didn't expect Dayong to retaliate so quickly and so cruelly.

The four people from Yuanfeng chanted a Buddhist name, and a soft golden glow floated on their bodies, and the golden glow sank into their skin.

Their faces, necks, arms and hands seemed to be painted with a layer of gold paint, turning them into golden men.

Fakong sighed.

This is the Vajra phase.

It is a secret technique to stimulate potential, which shakes and encourages all the cultivation of a lifetime, fully activates it, and turns it into nine strikes.

After the nine strikes, the thieves left the building.

These nine strikes have been concentrated and compressed, and their power is several times that of usual.

It's like shooting out a bunch of bullets in an instant, and its firepower is of course amazing.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding..." The four of them were hit several times by the sword and slashed several times by the sword in an instant, making a sound of gold and iron.

Their current state makes them invulnerable.

"Monk, what's going on over there? I'll go take a look!"

Fa Kong closed his eyes and said, "The temple can handle Dayong's revenge."

"Hey, Dayong doesn't have a long memory. If you dare to come again, I'll deal with them!" Lin Feiyang was ready to make a move.

Fakong pondered for a moment: "You hide in the dark, don't show up, it's best to stay behind them."

No matter how worried I was about trouble, I had to take action at this time, otherwise, there would be even greater trouble waiting.

This group of Dayong masters are all of good cultivation, far from comparable to the previous three sects. They are probably the real elites of the Dayong martial arts world, and the Vajra Temple may not be able to stop them.

"Hey, I understand, I'm the best at this!" Lin Feiyang smiled proudly and disappeared in a flash.

Faning couldn't sit still anymore: "Senior brother..."

Fakong said: "What if someone breaks into the medicine valley?"

Once Fanning enters the scene, you have to keep an eye on him lest he be beheaded with a knife.

Right now I can't afford to be distracted too much.

"Yes." Faning suddenly realized and sat down obediently.

Fakong formed the Immovable Mountain Seal with his left hand and gently spit out the word "ding".

On the top of Diamond Peak, an old man was sneaking with a sword. The sword was narrow and the sword light was as cold as a snake. He silently approached behind the round peak.

He concentrated and was about to thrust out, when he suddenly froze.

Yuan Feng suddenly realized it and knocked it away with a palm, spraying blood-red flesh in the air. It was already dead.

"Ding!" Fakong spat out the word lightly.

"Bang!" Another King Kong Peak monk spotted the old man holding a sword who was sneaking behind him. The old man stood stiff and was swatted away by him.

"Ding!" Fakong spat out another word.

"Bang!" Another old man holding a sword flew out.

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Cast spells from afar.

One by one, the old men holding swords were immobilized by him, and were knocked away by the four Yuan Fengs. These old men holding swords had strange movements, and it was obvious at a glance that they were difficult to deal with, so it was better to get rid of them first.

More than two hundred masters from Vajra Temple arrived, and nine of them formed a formation. Dozens of formations surrounded the invading hundreds of Dayong masters.

Fakong kept casting spells, and the top masters were immobilized one after another, and then they were hit hard without any resistance.

The masters of Vajra Temple didn't care why they were like this. Opportunities were rare and they would kill them when they got the chance.

A series of pure heart mantras were sprinkled.

They were suddenly in high spirits and reacted faster.

In a fight, reacting a little faster can mean the difference between life and death.

Fa Kong noticed this change and simply stopped using the Fixing Curse and only cast the Pure Heart Curse.

Among the four great Buddhist mantras, the Pure Heart Mantra is the highest level, easier to cast, and has the strongest effect.

He cast the Heart-Purifying Mantra more than fifty times in one breath, and every master of the Vajra Temple did not fail.

He had just finished casting the Heart-Cleaning Curse and was about to use the Immobilizing Curse again, when suddenly he concentrated and all his attention fell on an old man.

An old man slowly came from the foot of the mountain on the other side of King Kong Peak.

He was wearing a green robe, with a slender figure and a slim appearance. He was about sixty years old and was walking slowly while stroking his beard.

The green robe flutters, and he is as upright as a scholar.

As soon as he saw the old man in green robe, he immediately raised alarm.

Ever since he entered the realm of Shen Yuan and entered the second level of the indestructible power of the Vajra, there had been no warning signs for quite some time.

It's really because there are not many masters who can threaten their own lives.

Now when I see the old man in green robe, the warning sign goes up. Obviously, this old man is not just the second grade, I am afraid he has reached the first grade.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The originally shielded light opened.

The world in front of him suddenly became magnificent, and everything was shining, especially the masters of Dayong and Kongang Temple who were fighting, the light was like a burning flame.

Dayong's sword-wielding masters were enveloped in green flames.

Dayong's sword masters were covered in red flames.

The masters of Vajra Temple were shrouded in golden light.

But the old man in green robe had no luster on his body, only a white light behind his head, like a bright moon.

Much like the halo of light in the void of your own mind.

Observe this white wheel of light carefully with your mind's eye.

It is different from the halo in the void in my mind. It is milky white, but my own halo is more like colorless and transparent.

"First grade!" Fa Kong murmured.

Faning was sitting next to him. When he heard this, he hurriedly asked: "Senior brother, what is the first grade?"

Fakong looked solemn, shook his head, and continued to observe with his eyes closed.

Dayong actually sent a first-grade master. He didn't expect to see a first-grade master in such a situation.

What about Vajra Temple?

With his mind's eye, he saw the entire Vajra Temple.

In the Main Hall of Vajra Temple, nearly a hundred monks were chanting sutras, and they did not stop because of the roar outside.

Inside the dining hall, the heat was rising, and a group of monks were very busy.

In the martial arts training ground, more than two hundred monks are practicing.

In the Luohan Hall, more than a hundred monks were arranging their clothes, putting on a smart outfit, and tying up their belts and sleeves.

In the Medicine King's Courtyard, the monks were busy making medicine. They prepared the golden medicine one by one, and rubbed the healing pills one by one and put them into bottles.

In the pagoda forest of Vajra Temple.

There were several blank stone tablets erected in the southeast corner. In the middle of the stone tablets, an old monk who was carving the stone tablet slowly put down his hammer and chisel and stood up slowly.

His eyebrows are as bright as frost, and wrinkles are as dense as chrysanthemums on his face. His old age seems to be blown away by a gust of wind.

Fakong's attention was immediately attracted. He saw the white light wheel behind his head slowly lighting up.

First rank!

An inexplicable feeling of excitement surged in Fakong's heart.

On the third floor of the Sutra Repository, an old monk was sitting in an Arhat chair in front of the window, holding a Buddhist scripture in one hand and dozing off.

The old monk had white hair and a youthful face, and was in deep sleep.

The Buddhist scripture had slipped onto his knees.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked up in the direction of the Vajra Peak, and sighed.

He picked up the Buddhist scripture on his knees, closed it, and gently placed it on the table.

He slowly stood up from the Arhat chair.

A white light wheel slowly lit up behind his head.

Fakong's mood became more and more excited.

Another first rank!

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