Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Ever since she knew about Zhu Cisui, she has been on guard and sent people to find out about Zhu Cisui.

The Yudie Sect has a wide network of contacts and is well-informed. In particular, it can use the power of the court to gather information about Zhu Cisui bit by bit.

She saw another self.

He also practiced the martial arts of the sect to perfection when he was unknown.

She left the nunnery and entered the court, while Zhu Cisui chose to practice in obscurity. Both of them were pursuing a higher level.

However, compared with her own bizarre experience, Zhu Cisui had less experience and weaker cultivation.

But he should not be underestimated because of this. The Mirror Flower Water Moon Gong is a very mysterious and wonderful skill that should not be underestimated.

The Mirror Flower Water Moon Gong is very good at sleight of hand, deceiving the five senses, killing people invisibly, and is a top skill for ambush and assassination.

If she is really careless and dies in his hands, even if she is rescued by her senior brother, she will be angry to death.

Fakong looked at her.

Even when she was murderous, she was still stunningly beautiful.

Ning Zhenzhen restrained her smile and said solemnly: "Brother, you saved the monk of Da Miaolian Temple again, and now the news has spread."

"How did it spread?"

"Everyone knows that you saved our disciples of Yudie Sect and the monk of Da Miaolian Temple. You can rescue people from the underworld by chanting the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra." Ning Zhenzhen shook her head and said: "Of course I am half-believing and half-doubting."

Fakong nodded.

This is not unexpected.

After all, this kind of thing is too incredible and beyond imagination. What you hear is false, but what you see is true.

But the surging faith and the fierce expansion of the Little Western Paradise show that many people believe it.

Especially the monks of Xiao Miaolian Temple, they firmly believe it, and the disciples of Yudie Sect also firmly believe it.

As for other people, there are many who believe it.

Most of them still don't believe it.

But as long as they encounter life-threatening dangers, they will definitely come and try it.

"Brother, you have to be careful." Ning Zhenzhen said, "I'm afraid there will be many people who want to come to Yongkong Temple to see you."

Fakong nodded.

Ning Zhenzhen said, "Brother, will you help them?"

Fakong said, "If there is a destiny, I will save them."

"If there is a destiny..." Ning Zhenzhen smiled.

She immediately understood what Fakong meant.

This destiny is not easy to get, it can only be encountered but not sought, it all depends on luck.

He is usually not in Yongkong Temple, but stays in the outer courtyard of Jingang Temple. If he meets him at this time, it is a destiny.

Otherwise, it is useless even if you wait in Yongkong Temple.

The next day, a crowd began to appear outside Yongkong Temple. Many people who heard the news rushed over and wanted to see Fakong.

These few days, it was the turn of monk Faxuan and others to come and take turns. They refused all requests for people to see them.

This did not dispel the idea of ​​the crowd. They stayed outside Yongkong Temple and stayed there day and night.

Faxuan and others did not drive them away, but let them stay outside, even if more and more people came, they did not pay attention.

Later, the city guards of Tianjin City saw the gathering and came to drive them away.

But there were many powerful people among the waiting crowd, who didn't care about the city guards' driving them away and argued with reason.

They admired Master Fakong's profound Buddhist teachings and wanted to wait for Master Fakong here instead of making trouble. Considering their piety to Buddhism, they should not be driven away.

The city guards were a little tired in the face of these powerful people and these arguments. They could only ask for instructions from the higher authorities layer by layer, and finally got a definite order to forcefully disperse the crowd.

This aroused public anger, and memorials flew into the palace.

After Ning Zhenzhen had breakfast, she left the villa with Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei and walked around Tianjin City.

When they came to the outside of Yongkong Temple, they saw that the city guards surrounded Yongkong Temple in three layers and prevented people from approaching.

The outermost perimeter was already crowded with people, and there were shouters in the crowd, angrily accusing the city guards of being reckless and actually stopping pilgrims.

This was to destroy the prosperity of Yongkong Temple, with ulterior motives.

Is it because the monk Fakong is not from Dayong that he did this on purpose? This shows how narrow-minded Tianjing is, which makes people laugh.

This rebuke attracted many people to echo, and they laughed at the city guards without any fear.

Ning Zhenzhen stood in the distance and shook her head.

"Master, everyone is really anxious." Jing Xiaomei said softly: "The city guards have angered everyone this time."

"Humph, it involves life and death, how can we not be anxious!" Ding Xingqing snorted: "If it were us, we would also be anxious and angry."

Ning Zhenzhen nodded.

Put yourself in their shoes, if it was related to the life and death of your disciples, would you be able to remain calm and let the city guards stop you?

Not to mention the city guards, even if the emperor came in person, he would not be obedient and would definitely try his best to see the senior brother and ask him to save his life.

Why are the city guards not tough enough? Of course, most of those who scolded them were powerful people, but more importantly, the anger of the public should not be violated.

They knew they were incurring public anger, so they didn't dare to force it, lest they really arouse civil unrest, which would be an unbearable consequence.

Jing Xiaomei asked curiously: "Master, they actually believe that Master Fakong can bring the dead back to life."

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe that there was such a miracle in the world, and I wouldn't believe it if I heard others say it.

Ding Xingqing said: "Others say, they don't believe it, but the monks of the Great Miaolian Temple will not lie."

"So that's it." Jing Xiaomei suddenly realized: "It turns out that it's because of the monks of the Great Miaolian Temple."

Ding Xingqing looked at Ning Zhenzhen: "Master, if Master Fakong doesn't help, I'm afraid it will anger everyone. Then..."

People will definitely hate him. Once they hate him, they will do everything they can to slander him. Three people can make a tiger, and a lot of people can make gold. Master Fakong's reputation will definitely be damaged.

Ning Zhenzhen said: "That can't be helped. The master is too busy to respond to every request."

"What should we do?" Jing Xiaomei said worriedly: "There are so many people, and there will be more and more. If the master doesn't show up, everyone will turn their sadness into anger and pour it on the master."

Ning Zhenzhen was not too worried.

How could the senior brother not expect this kind of thing?

There must be a way to deal with it.

I'm just curious, how will the senior brother deal with it?

Her mind turned, her eyes suddenly lit up, turned around and slapped out lightly, and the palms of a handsome and suave young man intersected.

Silently, a strong wind suddenly appeared.

Ning Zhenzhen's white clothes fluttered, while Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei were pushed ten meters away by an invisible force.

The powerful force squeezed them, making them almost unable to breathe. They couldn't move a finger and could only watch.

The handsome young man looked surprised, raised his sword-like eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Good skills!"

He didn't expect that he couldn't do it with just one palm.

Ning Zhenzhen's white clothes slowly flattened, with bright eyes, and said lightly: "Who are you?"

This young man has sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth. He is really handsome. His deep eyes are faintly melancholy, which makes people inexplicably curious and want to know what troubles he has.

This is an extremely charming man.

"I am Zhu Cisui."

Ning Zhenzhen's beautiful face said calmly: "You want to kill me?"

"It's just a greeting." Zhu Cisui smiled: "As expected of you, you are the leader of the Mo clan. Your reputation is well-deserved. Your cultivation is beyond expectation."

If it weren't for her cultivation being far more pure than imagined and unable to move, the palm strike just now would have severely injured her. After she was knocked out, the next palm strike would have killed her.