Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Old monk Benyin said: "Yuan De?"

"...Yes!" Monk Yuande suppressed his strange thoughts, titheed, and agreed to the matter.

Fakong smiled and said: "Then when I take action this time, I will try my best to collect information about Jiuyuan Holy Sect, Zhu Yuquan and Jiuyuan Old Man."

"Thank you, Master." Once Monk Yuande agreed, he got into the mood and began to think about how to do Zhu Yuquan well.

Without Fakong's help, it would be really difficult to find out the details of Zhu Yuquan.

Fakong smiled and said: "There are no masters in the Great Myoulian Temple who cultivate the mind and the wisdom of the Great Circle Mirror?"

"……have."

"That's easy to handle." Fakong smiled and said, "Just capture Zhu Yuquan's two guards and interrogate them."

He then smiled and said: "Master, you are familiar with the wisdom of the Great Circle Mirror, right?"

Monk Yuande smiled: "Master, please keep this matter confidential."

"Understood." Fakong smiled.

No one wants to let others know that they can penetrate the other person's mind, otherwise they will feel inexplicably uncomfortable and distant.

As the next national preceptor, Monk Yuande possesses profound wisdom and profound Buddhist teachings. It is not surprising that he has cultivated the wisdom of the Great Round Mirror...

It is difficult to get started with the wisdom of the Great Round Mirror, and it is even harder to practice it. It is even more difficult to truly practice it to a state that is comparable to the clarity and perfection of the wisdom heart.

But it’s hard for someone with Monk Yuande’s qualifications.

The big round mirror has wonderful wisdom and a clear mind, but unfortunately it is useless in front of you because you cannot see your own heart.

"Then let's capture the two guards first." Fa Kong said: "If we can convert them, then half of the success will be achieved."

"Thank you." Monk Yuande said solemnly.

Fakong looked at old monk Ben Yin and said, "National Master, then Master Yuande and I will go."

"How good!" said the old monk Benyin.

The two of them left Xiaomiaolian Temple and headed outside Tianjing City.

Monk Yuande walked side by side with him. One monk had a bright yellow robe fluttering, and the other had a purple and gold cassock. The majesty of the eminent monk was fully displayed, causing people on the roadside to give way and salute in unison.

Fakong knew that this was a salute to monk Yuande.

The name of Yuande Divine Monk is as resounding in Tianjing as his own reputation in Shenjing, making Fakong nod secretly.

My eyes couldn't help but glance across thousands of mountains and rivers, and landed on Zizhao Temple. I saw an endless stream of pilgrims in Zizhao Temple and the incense was flourishing.

Your own Buddha statue is located in the Mahavira Hall, which absorbs the power of faith and merit ten times faster.

An endless stream of faith and merit flowed into me through the Buddha statue, as if that body had truly become a part of me.

Monk Yuande said: "Master, have you been prepared for this?"

Fakong looked at him in confusion.

Monk Yuande said: "Master has long wanted me to dress up as Zhu Yuquan, right?"

He carefully thought about Fakong's step by step, and felt that every step seemed to have been calculated by Fakong.

Fakong laughed: "Master thinks too much of me. I don't have such far-reaching calculations or such deep plans."

This is half true and half false.

I really had no intention of asking Monk Yuan De to dress up as Zhu Yuquan. It was only after Ning Zhenzhen declined that he turned to Monk Yuan De.

Originally, he wanted to take the Jiuyuan Holy Sect into his own hands and make it his secret line like the Kunshan Holy Sect.

Since Ning Zhenzhen declined, he could not let the Jiuyuan Holy Sect dissipate like this, causing chaos in the Dayong Wulin and affecting the combat effectiveness of the Dayong Wulin.

Once there is chaos and Dayong is unable to succeed, Dayun will have no worries and use all his strength to deal with Daqian.

Daqian may not be able to bear it.

Monk Yuande looked at him deeply.

Why did Fakong say this? It was obviously a plan and calculation.

He said it was not so far or so deep, it was just a modest statement.

Monk Yuande said: "I'm just afraid that I won't be able to bear the heavy responsibility and ruin everything."

He also knew what kind of impact it would have once the Jiuyuan Holy Sect collapsed, and it would cause great harm and weakening to the Dayong Wulin.

In recent years, the Jiuyuan Holy Sect has been so rampant that it has aroused public anger. It only needs a little spark to ignite a strong counterattack.

Fakong smiled and said, "Master, do you think it's exciting and interesting?"

Monk Yuande coughed lightly.

The two of them were walking in a fluttering way, and they had already left Tianjing, passing over the woods, stepping on the treetops, and climbing over the mountain peaks.

The trees are lush and green, and the weeds are dense.

The climate is completely different from the cold weather and freezing ground in Daqian. The wind blowing on the face is moist and warm, and it feels like a caress on the face.

Fakong smiled and said: "Living two completely different lives at the same time is a strong stimulus and will definitely enhance your Buddhist practice."

Monk Yuande said: "The poor monk only wishes to lead them to the right path, and that would be an immeasurable merit."

Fakong said: "If you can really do it, it won't matter even if your identity is revealed in the future. It will make the master's reputation even greater."

"The poor monk is looking forward to that day coming soon."

"With the master's wisdom, we will definitely be able to do it!" Fa Kong said with a smile.

But he knew in his heart that this was extremely difficult.

It is too difficult to change ideas, especially for fanatics like the disciples of the Jiuyuan Sect, and it is even more difficult.

However, Monk Yuande should not be underestimated. If he has extraordinary means and extraordinary Buddhist skills, he may not be unable to achieve it.

The two climbed over four peaks and came to a cliff.

There is a hundred-foot-high cliff, and there is also a hundred-foot-high cliff on the opposite side. There are about a hundred meters between the two cliffs.

The valley below was dark and dark, and the only thing that could be heard was the roar of the water below, like rolling spring thunder.

Fakong and Monk Yuande stood on the cliff.

A gust of wind blew, and bright yellow monk robes and purple gold cassocks appeared.

The two of them seemed to want to ride on the wind and fly away.

"They are halfway up the cliff. I threw them into the canyon water. Master, you will wait downstream of the river to rescue them." Fakong said calmly and gently, "This will also make me feel grateful to you. Can you It’s easier to subdue them.”

Monk Yuande nodded solemnly.

Although this method is not so upright and just, and a bit despicable, it does work. No matter what, people will put down their guard against their savior, so that they can use the Great Circle Mirror Wisdom.

Fakong formed a seal with his hands, pointing towards his feet, then another seal, and then flicked his wide sleeves.

"Woo..." The wind roared like a giant dragon roaring in the valley, and then the violent wind surged.

There is a cave halfway up the cliff at the feet of Fakong and Monk Yuande.

Two middle-aged guards were standing at the entrance of the cave, listening to the roar of water below, with relaxed expressions.

No one would have thought that the young leader would be in retreat here, and they would not be able to find it. They felt at ease, so they were not too vigilant.

Suddenly, a powerful force descended from the sky and bound them, unable to move. Then a strong wind suddenly rose and poured into the cave.

After the strong wind rushed into the cave, it reflected back, just like the waves hitting the rocks and splashing water.

They had been shaken by the strong wind blowing in, and then were swept up by the wind in the opposite direction. They immediately fell forward, rolled out of the cave, and fell straight down.

The two of them were unable to move, perform their exercises, or shout. They could only watch as they crashed into the roaring river, and then felt pain and then blackness.

I screamed in my heart that my life was over, and then I was swallowed up by the darkness, and I didn't know anything anymore.

When they woke up leisurely, they found themselves rolling in the river. Not a single bone in their body was healthy. Their internal organs were severely damaged and they were already in a critical state.

They want to do good work, but they are unable to do so.

I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. When I opened my mouth, the river water immediately poured in. I was choked with pain but couldn't cough.

All strength and vitality are quickly dissipating.

They can only drift with the current and let the river sweep them down, saying that they may die completely in less than a quarter of an hour.

They were extremely unwilling at this moment.

But so what if you don't want to...

Just as they were reminiscing about the past and welcoming death, they suddenly heard a deep voice from the Buddha: "Amitabha!"

Then his body flew up and landed lightly on the ground.

They were groggy.

Under the bright sunshine, a shiny head came into view.

Under the shining head is a handsome face with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.

They immediately recognized this person, the Yuande Divine Monk!

My heart sank inexplicably.

I am a disciple of the Jiuyuan Sect. Can the Yuande Divine Monk save me?

"Amitabha, good! Good!" Monk Yuande Heshi announced the Buddha's name and patted them gently.

A soft breath penetrated their bodies, quickly repairing their injuries and restoring their lost vitality and strength.

The mellow and soft breath was like a spring breeze, restoring some of their strength and vitality in the blink of an eye.

The two of them turned over and sat up with difficulty, but were still unable to get up, so they could only sit and thank each other.

Monk Yuande looked at them with a smile: "The injuries of the two donors are too serious. It is not appropriate to move around. Just rest."

A middle-aged man took out a jade bottle from his arms.

Although he was thrown badly, the jade bottle still existed and was not broken. He poured out four red pills, stuffed two into his mouth, and handed two to another person.

Both of them took the elixir, and the hot breath rolled through their bodies, quickly recovering from their injuries.

Monk Yuande watched quietly.

After the elixir fell into their stomachs, the two of them were refreshed.

"How are you, Young Master?" Monk Yuande asked warmly.

This greeting completely broke the two people's luck.

The two originally thought that Monk Yuande saved them because they did not realize that they were the guards of the young leader.

Obviously Monk Yuande knows!

Monk Yuande said warmly: "The young leader is not with the two donors?"

The two shook their heads.

Monk Yuande smiled: "Is the Young Master okay?"

"Yes." The two nodded.

They turned around and looked around, trying to see where they were now and how far they were from Zhu Yuquan's retreat.

But the mighty river poured out of a canyon, and this canyon was not where the cliff where he fell fell was.

So I rushed downstream for a certain distance. How far was it?

Look up at the sky.

The sun was shining brightly and the sun was in the sky.

Could it be that after floating for a long time, the distance is already far away!

The thoughts of both of them appeared in Monk Yuande's mind, and he said calmly: "Has the Young Master met the Nine-Yuan Old Man?"

"No!" they both replied in unison.

"Amitabha." Monk Yuande shook his head and said, "The two donors may be lying like this."

"How did master know that the young leader met the old leader?"

Monk Yuande smiled and said nothing.

The two looked at each other.

"Ahem, yes, the young leader did meet the old leader. The old leader is charming and worthy of being an old leader!"

The two of them suddenly showed expressions of fascination and admiration.

Monk Yuande said calmly: "Old man Jiuyuan was not injured?"

"Who in the world can hurt the old leader!" The two looked at him with disdain.

Then he woke up and found that the two of them were rescued by monk Yuande. He hurriedly squeezed out a smile and said, "Master, want to see the old leader?"

Monk Yuande said: "Two donors, you have died once, so you should change your ways and live again."