Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Song Yuanyuan stared at Fa Kong coldly.

She really didn't like this puppet-like feeling, where everything seemed to be controlled and every move was manipulated.

I can only follow the path designated by him. I can't help myself. I can't do it on my own. It's useless even if I know it, I still have to go that way.

Fakong smiled and said, "Isn't Miss Song very dissatisfied?"

"What did the master say?"

"If you, Miss Song, saved Master Zhao, would you still feel dissatisfied?"

"..." Song Yuanyuan was silent.

He couldn't be sure that Senior Brother Zhao would stop taking action.

He is changing, and so is Senior Brother Zhao. They are both changing, and so are their friendships.

If it were Senior Brother Zhao in the past, he would surrender obediently whenever he loses his temper.

Senior Brother Zhao is different now. It is really hard to predict whether he will give in and whether he will truly listen to his suggestions.

I have tried my best. If he still doesn't listen, then there is nothing I can do. I can't hurt Senior Brother Zhao, right?

Even if I practice the Nine Heavens Mysterious Goddess Skill, I still can't do this. The power of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Goddess Skills is not in fighting, but in the transformation of the body.

Fakong smiled and said: "Congratulations to Miss Song. Head Zhao came back from his trance, stepped back from the brink and saved his own life. This is also your credit, Miss Song."

"Don't dare!" Song Yuanyuan snorted.

She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I finally saved my life, and my efforts were not in vain.

Joy flowed in my heart for a while, but was soon replaced by unpleasantness, and my heart was filled with a strange unpleasantness.

After all, I am just a manipulated tool.

She raised her head to look at Fakong and said softly: "Master, can you see Brother Zhao's arrangement?"

Fakong nodded lightly.

Song Yuanyuan stared at him intently.

Fakong smiled: "You have disciples who have been lurking in Wangjiang Tower for several years. You have mastered a strange poison from overseas. Three kinds of flower fragrances that are colorless, odorless and poisonous. When mixed together, they will become a deadly poison. The entire Wangjiang Tower will be poisonous." All the guests in Jiang Tower have been infected by two of them, and as soon as the third poison appears, they will all be infected."

Song Yuanyuan frowned and looked at him.

Fakong said: "I have also been poisoned by these two kinds of poisons."

"Poisoned? What the Grand Master said..." Song Yuanyuan was dubious.

The Grand Master is sensitive to poisoning. Once it is poisonous, he will definitely sense it. What's more, the Grand Master's cultivation is profound and he is not so easy to be poisoned.

Even if there is such a strange poison, if it is not used at the same time, two types are used first. When the third type is used again, the original two types have been excreted from the body.

Therefore, this poison is not that effective against the Grand Master.

Fakong smiled and said: "So this is a kind of strange poison. It will not be sensed by the Grand Master. After smelling the fragrance of these two flowers, the toxin will not be excreted from the body. Instead, it will condense in the blood, and the blood will flow. The faster it is, the more stable it will be. When the last flower fragrance is smelled, the blood will instantly coagulate. It attacks too quickly and cannot be reacted. It is a rare and strange poison in the world. "

He shook his head and said: "At this time, the masters of your Tianhai Sword Sect will rush over and solve the problem with one sword. The guy from Wangjiang Tower left more than ten days ago. This method is indeed flawless."

Song Yuanyuan frowned and looked at him: "Master is really poisoned?"

Fakong nodded.

Song Yuanyuan said: "If you really smell the third kind of flower fragrance, will you really have an attack?"

Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.

Song Yuanyuan looked at him curiously.

Fakong said: "I have already eliminated him. If he hadn't known about it in advance, I might have been tricked."

Song Yuanyuan sighed.

Fakong smiled and said, "You think it's just a little bit worse, right?"

Song Yuanyuan nodded without hesitation.

Fakong said: "This is almost impossible to accomplish. If there is really a danger, I will sense it one day in advance."

Song Yuanyuan frowned and looked at him.

Fakong nodded: "This is the magical effect of clairvoyance."

Song Yuanyuan said thoughtfully: "So, it is impossible to rely on secret calculations."

"A plot is impossible." Fakong said: "If you want to kill him by force, I will avoid it."

"What if someone uses the master's method?" Song Yuanyuan smiled half-heartedly, with sarcasm on her lips.

From this point of view, the best way to deal with him is to use his close relatives to force him to accept the attack and kill him head-on.

Fakong smiled and said: "I will avoid this situation in advance."

"If the emperor wants to kill you and an imperial decree declares you to enter the palace, you will not enter the palace?"

"No entry."

"Then issue an edict to punish Vajra Temple."

Fakong smiled: "The emperor would not do this. He also has people he values, just like I did with Master Zhao."

Song Yuanyuan's bright eyes flashed and she chuckled: "Master, you are so despicable and shameless!"

Fakong smiled and said: "Despicable, shameless, upright, are all false, and it is not a good thing to be bound by them."

"High-sounding!" Song Yuanyuan sneered.

Fakong said: "Miss Song will be able to experience such a state of mind in the future. Do you still want to stay in the temple?"

"Master, don't you want to drive me away?" Song Yuanyuan said.

Fakong smiled and said, "Miss Song, you can stay or go as you like."

Song Yuanyuan stared at him with bright eyes: "If senior brother really takes action, will you kill him?"

Fakong smiled.

Song Yuanyuan couldn't see the smile in his eyes, which were as calm as water and calm, but it made her feel frightened and chilled.

Obviously, if Senior Brother Zhao really wants to continue the plan, he will be killed.

"Miss Song, Head Zhao is already outside, go see him." Fakong said.

Song Yuanyuan frowned and turned away.

——

Zhao Qianjun stood more than ten meters outside the gate of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

The believers who came to burn incense were lining up in a long line, stretching to more than a hundred meters away from Zhuque Avenue, chatting in groups of three or two.

Two young monks stood respectfully at the gate of the temple, lowering their eyebrows and eyes, clasping their hands together and motionless, like two statues.

Just at this moment, two middle-aged men and a young woman hurried over. One man carried an unconscious old man on his back, and the other middle-aged man and woman ran closely behind, each holding one of the old man's arms to prevent him from falling.

The middle-aged man carrying the old man was sweating profusely, running wildly with his head down. One of his shoes had fallen off, and his bare left foot was stained with blood, leaving blood marks wherever he passed.

From a distance, the woman shouted, "Master, help me, save my father!"

The two young monks, who looked like statues, suddenly opened their eyes, and four flashes of lightning burst out.

One monk strode over, and the other turned back to the temple.

The young monk who came over put one hand on the back of the unconscious old man and helped him to a rectangular jade stone at the entrance of the temple.

This rectangular white jade stone is about the size of a bed, as warm as jade, but it was brought by the believers themselves.

Putting it here is very convenient for critically ill patients who come for help.

Another young monk floated out lightly, holding a bowl of water in his hand, came to the unconscious old man, and poured a bowl of water into his mouth.

Watching the bowl of water being poured down, the three middle-aged men and women breathed a sigh of relief.

The two young monks held the unconscious old man's wrists respectively, and put them down with satisfaction after a moment, put them on the jade stone and lay them down, then bowed to the four people, turned around and floated back to the temple.

After a while, the other two young monks reappeared on both sides of the temple gate, and continued to stand with their hands clasped and their eyes downcast like statues, motionless.

"Dad! Dad!"

The woman had an ordinary appearance, and was staring at the unconscious old man anxiously.

The old man's eyelids moved slowly, then slowly opened, looking at the three of them in confusion.

"Dad!" The woman burst into tears: "You scared me to death!"

The unconscious old man suddenly remembered, which scared the three people. They hurriedly supported him, but he pushed his hands away and stood up by himself.

He turned his head and looked around, and found where he was. He smacked his lips: "Did I drink the holy water?"

"Dad, you just drank a bowl of holy water, what happened to you?"

"Stroke." A middle-aged man whispered.

Another middle-aged man said dissatisfiedly: "You are already old. I told you not to work in the fields, but you refused to listen! See?... If Xiao Cui hadn't brought you food, she wouldn't have found you unconscious. What would have happened!"

If they had found him later, he might have died. Besides, he was already 80 years old. There was no way to revive him.

Thinking of this, they were terrified.

"Go away, if I don't work, will I just sit and wait for death all day? It's better to die. Go home! Don't embarrass yourself here!"

He turned and walked away. His steps were so agile and fast that the three middle-aged men and women had to follow him for a few steps to catch up.

The believers who were offering incense shook their heads and laughed, and began to discuss.

This old man saved his life. After returning, he will definitely continue to do this. He will never be idle.

Meeting such a father, the three children have no way to deal with him. He is getting more stubborn as he gets older. No one can beat him.

Fortunately, we are in Shenjing. If we were in other places, without the holy water to save our lives, our lives would be gone.

This made everyone nod their heads, and they were glad that they were in Shenjing again.

Zhao Qianjun's face was gloomy.

There is nothing better than winning people's hearts. This monk Fakong is really good at winning people's hearts!

It's just a bowl of holy water. Monk Fakong may not have spent any effort, but he can make people grateful.

There are not many disciples in the Vajra Temple now, but in the future that can be seen with the naked eye, there must be many disciples.

More and more people will want to worship in the Vajra Temple and become the fellow disciples of Monk Fakong.

If they can't worship in the Vajra Temple, they will also seek the second best to worship in the Great Snow Mountain, which can also be regarded as Fakong's fellow disciples.

The Great Snow Mountain will become stronger and stronger. How can the Tianhai Sword Sect become the number one sect in the world?

Fakong, the bald donkey, must be eliminated!

His eyes flashed with cold light, which quickly disappeared, and he raised his head to continue looking at the vicissitudes of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

Song Yuanyuan came to him lightly.

The incense tubes in the queue suddenly widened their eyes and stared at Song Yuanyuan, who was wearing a green silk gown and looked like a fairy.

"Junior sister." Zhao Qianjun looked at him gently and said softly: "It's my fault. Come back with me."

Song Yuanyuan looked at him calmly: "Senior brother, I'm fine here. I won't go back for the time being."

"Junior sister——!" Zhao Qianjun whispered softly: "I promise you."

Song Yuanyuan whispered in his ear: "Senior brother, I will stay here and find out his strengths and weaknesses."

She used the sound transmission.

Zhao Qianjun was startled, and then his eyes lit up.

Song Yuanyuan continued to use the sound transmission: "He only showed two or three points of his ten abilities. If you don't find out clearly, how can you deal with him?"

Zhao Qianjun nodded gently, but his face became gloomy, staring at her.

"You don't have to come again." Song Yuanyuan snorted, turned around and left.

Zhao Qianjun gritted his teeth, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.