Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Quiting the Jinghu Sect?"

"That's right." The woman in white nodded lightly: "You can leave the Jinghui Sect directly. If Master is worried, you can even stay in Yongkong Temple directly."

Fakong said: "Yongkong Temple does not need servants. Thank you for your kindness. I haven't asked you for your name yet."

"The little girl's surname is Yang." said the woman in white.

"Sect Master Yang." Fakong nodded and said, "They said they would withdraw from the Jinghu Sect, so how can we guarantee that they will actually withdraw?"

"So if you stay in Yongkong Temple, doesn't it mean that you will quit the Jinghu Sect?"

"Haha..." Fakong smiled and shook his head.

Leaving Jinghui Sect disciples in Yongkong Temple, no matter how great you are, you will never do this. This is asking for trouble.

The thoughts of Jinghui Sect disciples have been solidified, pure and extreme, and cannot be changed later.

Even if they are cleansed with Dharma every day, it may not really change their mindset.

If these people stay in Yongkong Temple and cause any trouble, it will be their own fault. Even if they leave Yongkong Temple and cause trouble in the future, it will also be their own fault.

"Then what does the master think should be done?" The woman in white said: "As long as they are saved, no matter what, it will be fine."

Fakong sighed and shook his head: "It's difficult."

Almost all the disciples of Jinghui Sect died at the hands of the eminent monks of Damiaolian Temple, and they were resurrected by themselves.

What would the eminent monk of Damiaolian Temple think?

If he had nothing to do with the Great Myoulian Temple, it wouldn't matter. He would just save people and not care who he killed.

And among those who were rescued, whoever committed crimes has been targeted by the city guards.

As for these disciples of the Jinghui Sect, even if the city guards were targeting them, there was nothing they could do. Do they want the eminent monks of the Great Miaolian Temple to come over?

How is that different from not saving them?

The woman in white frowned.

Her face was covered by a veil, but her eyes and dark eyebrows were exposed, shrouded in a hint of sadness. A slight frown made her particularly pitiful, making people unable to bear to reject her.

Fa Kong stood still and looked at her with a smile.

"Master has completely excluded our Purity Sect." The woman in white said calmly, with melancholy in her clear and sweet voice.

Fakong smiled and said: "Jinghui Sect is indeed too overbearing and forceful. It has to be like this. I hope Sect Master Yang will forgive me."

"Excuse me?" The woman in white chuckled, and there was sarcasm in her laughter, and her eyes became cold.

Fakong said: "Is Sect Leader Yang ready to take action?"

"Master's Dharma is profound, but I don't know about martial arts." The woman in white said calmly: "My little girl wants to learn a thing or two."

Fakong said: "Even if Sect Master Yang is better than me, he will not change his mind."

"What if one life is exchanged for another?" said the woman in white.

Fakong smiled: "Sect Master Yang should think twice before taking action. When the time comes, it won't be one life for another, but one life worth ten."

He heard the threat from the woman in white, so of course he couldn't show weakness and had to threaten her back.

To exchange one life for another is to exchange the life of a disciple of Vajra Temple for the life of a disciple of Jinghui Sect.

And he said that the life of a disciple of the Vajra Temple would be worth the life of ten disciples of the Jinghui Sect.

However, it seems that his words cannot shock the woman in white.

Her eyes were cold and unremarkable. Obviously, in her eyes, no matter how many Jinghui Sect disciples there were, they could not stop her from taking the lives of the Vajra Temple disciples.

This is a lunatic.

The woman in white chuckled lightly, her eyes still cold and unsmiling.

Fa Kong could see her disregard for life.

Obviously, she wanted to save the lives of the Jinghui Sect disciples, not because she was unwilling to let them die, but because she had an ulterior motive.

What's the purpose?

He couldn't help but use his psychic powers, and said with a smile: "Why did Sect Leader Yang save people?"

"As the leader of the sect, how can you not save people when they die?" The woman in white said calmly: "Just like why the master wants to save people, it's just a duty."

Fakong faintly sensed her thoughts and sighed: "Not only is the world filthy, but the Jinghui Sect itself is also filthy. Is Sect Master Yang's idea inappropriate? Is he going to completely destroy all sentient beings in the world?"

The woman in white's bright eyes flashed, and she looked at Fakong thoughtfully. Her clear eyes wandered around, and she nodded lightly: "He has a clear mind."

Fakong said: "Sect Master Yang, you possess extraordinary skills and cover your whole body, but you can't see through it."

The woman in white chuckled lightly: "Master, you have such a superb eye and can see into every detail."

What monk Fakong said is correct.

The miraculous skills he has practiced are enough to cover his own energy and spirit. Monk Fakong's telepathy is unable to see through his own heart.

Then he guessed his own thoughts through observation and speculation, and this time he guessed correctly.

I really don't like people.

I like cats, dogs, sheep, horses, and even wolves and tigers, but I just don’t like people.

People are the greatest filth in the world. Without people, everything in this world would be in order. But with people around, the world will continue to be destroyed, the spiritual energy will slowly dry up, and eventually the world will gradually be destroyed.

The greatest evil in the world is human beings.

Fakong said gently: "Sect Master Yang's idea is too biased. Human life is rare, so you should cherish it."

He won't try to convince the woman in white.

The most difficult thing to change is the concept. Even if she has a lotus tongue, she may not be able to shake her deep-rooted concept.

All he has to do is to restrict her from acting recklessly.

"Master hasn't changed his mind yet?" the woman in white asked.

Fakong shook his head and said, "I'm sorry that I can't save the people of Jinghui Sect. Sect Master Yang forgives me."

"Then there is nothing to say." The woman in white said, "We will meet again later. Goodbye."

She turned around and was about to leave.

"Master Yang." Fakong called her.

The woman in white looked at him: "Master, do you want to keep me?"

There was a playful smile in her eyes.

Fakong said: "Master Yang, do you want to kill my disciples of the Vajra Temple?"

"Master, you have a Buddhist spell that can make them come back to life, so it doesn't matter whether they die or not, right?" The woman in white said with a smile.

But there was a threat in her tone.

Fakong said: "Master Yang, do you think your martial arts are invincible, so you can do whatever you want?"

"Master, do you think you can keep me?" The woman in white smiled and said: "I'm afraid you think too highly of yourself."

Fakong sighed and shook his head: "I really don't want to go this far, but it's a pity that Master Yang is so aggressive."

"Hehehe..." The woman in white suddenly laughed crisply and pleasantly, and was overjoyed: "As expected of a high monk, you all have this hypocritical energy!"

Fakong looked at her calmly.

The woman in white fluttered and suddenly stopped, staring coldly at him: "Monk, come on."

"Amitabha!" Fakong clasped his hands and chanted a Buddhist name.

The woman in white suddenly saw a change in front of her eyes, and she found herself standing in a sea of ​​flowers, with millions of lotus flowers blooming and surrounding her in the center.

Looking up, there was no end to the boundless, except for the blue sky, there were endless lotus flowers, forming an ocean.

She sneered, knowing that everything in front of her was an illusion, as long as she kept her mind calm and concentrated on practicing, she would break the illusion.

The mental method she practiced was least afraid of illusion.

Monk Fakong actually wanted to use illusion against her, which was simply a stupid move and a self-inflicted trouble.

As she concentrated on practicing, her eyes flickered violently and her eyebrows frowned.

No matter how she concentrated on practicing, there were still millions of lotus flowers in front of her. A gust of wind blew, and the flawless lotus flowers swayed lightly, and a refreshing breath came to her face.

Her heart sank slightly.

This is too weird. What kind of illusion is this?

She reached out her hand to touch the lotus, but it was real. With a light stroke, a lotus left the root and came into her jade hand.

Her jade hand and the lotus were one and the same, and they were indistinguishable from each other. They were equally pure and flawless.

She felt the weight and touch of the lotus. It was indeed a real lotus, not an illusion.

Could it be an illusion of a higher level?

She picked up a petal with her slender fingers, pulled it out of the flower, and put it in front of her to look at it.

This petal seemed to be carved from white jade, exuding a fresh breath, and it was so delicate that it would break if it was touched lightly.

It was indeed a real lotus.

She knew it was an illusion, but what she saw and felt in reality was real and contrary to her own judgment.

Should she believe her own judgment or what she felt?

She took a deep breath and decided to believe her own judgment in the end. This was indeed an illusion, an illusion.

It was just that this illusion was difficult to break, and she had to be ruthless to do it.

Thinking of this, she bit her tongue lightly, uttered a word lightly, and made a strange sound.

This sound vibrated in the skull, and her eyes shook violently. Everything in her vision was shattered, and the world was collapsing.

When the sound stopped, she opened her eyes.

The lotus was still boundless, connecting with the sky, with the blue sky above and the lotus sea below.

She uttered the sound again in dissatisfaction, shaking her internal organs and brain, trying to break all the illusions in front of her.

But after the shock again, she was so numb that her muscles and bones were still unable to break the delusion and illusion in front of her. Everything was real.

It seemed that her judgment and thoughts were illusions.

She took a deep breath, insisted on her judgment and did not waver, thinking about how to break it and how to get out.

She was standing on the top of the wall. If she jumped, would she jump off the top of the wall, and would everything in front of her disappear?

She thought of this and jumped forward.

But there were lotuses all around, and no matter how far she jumped, she would land on the lotus and be held up by the lotus.

She jumped again and again, but she was held up by the lotus every time and could not feel the difference at all.

She was jumping on the flat ground.

But the reality was that she should have jumped off the wall, but why could she not feel it at all?

Her five senses had deceived her, and she could no longer believe it. She had to be determined and determined that everything was an illusion.

She stopped moving around, closed her eyes, and felt the surroundings, not missing any subtle details.

Yongkong Temple is adjacent to Fengming Avenue. Standing on the wall, the noise was faintly heard, but she did not hear it at this time.

There was also a faint fragrance coming from Fengming Avenue. There was a restaurant over there. Although the aroma of wine and food had almost dissipated when it floated over, she could still smell it with her nose.

When she concentrated on feeling, there was no noise, no aroma of wine and food, as if she was in an absolutely quiet place.

She knew it was an illusion, but she had no way to break it. For a moment, she was in a stalemate.