Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong's original plan was to increase the power of the Little Western Paradise so that he could better help himself and win the battle with Old Man Jiuyuan.

Old Man Jiuyuan is now in his Little Western Paradise, but because of his high realm, the Little Western Paradise encounters many obstacles in analyzing and understanding him, and his progress is slow.

Although the analysis of Old Man Jiuyuan is slow, it is already known that Old Man Jiuyuan's cultivation has not weakened and is still in the Seven Star Realm.

Since it has not weakened and is still in the Seven Star Realm, there is no difference between taking action now and later.

As long as he takes action when he is completely in harmony with his body and his cultivation is further advanced.

According to his divine eye, Old Man Jiuyuan will make further progress in a year, which cannot be completed in a short period of time.

It is easy to transfer cultivation, but difficult to integrate the soul.

This requires hard work, not something that can be achieved overnight.

"Master, there will be a big trouble in Canxia Temple in a month." Fakong said in a gentle voice: "I hope you can prepare in advance."

"I would like to hear the details!" Master Jingxian was solemn.

The magical power of the monk Fakong was amazing, which has been confirmed.

This is obviously Master Fakong's return of favor...

Fakong said: "In a month, the masters of Jiuyuan Holy Sect will come to kill you and Canxia Temple."

Master Jingxian frowned: "Jiuyuan Holy Sect? We have not offended the disciples of Jiuyuan Holy Sect."

Fakong smiled: "Not offending now does not mean that we will not offend in the future. According to your temper, Master, seeing the disciples of Jiuyuan Holy Sect doing evil, will you stand idly by?"

"...No." Master Jingxian said slowly.

If you really stand idly by, it will be tantamount to destroying your own cultivation, and you will be ashamed of your practice and beliefs.

Fakong said: "Master, you should know the tyranny of Jiuyuan Holy Sect."

Master Jingxian looked stern.

If the entire Canxia Temple was really implicated because of my actions, would I still take action?

Will he still attack?

He kept asking himself.

Fakong shook his head and said, "But it's a pity that the master didn't know they were from the Jiuyuan Holy Sect at that time."

Master Jingxian nodded slowly.

Fakong said, "There is only one way to resolve this disaster. It's useless to avoid it."

"It's useless to cover your face and breath?"

"There are still some strange people in the Jiuyuan Holy Sect who can find the master directly, unless the master doesn't attack."

"What else can I do?"

"Please ask the masters of the Great Miaolian Temple to come and help. If the Jiuyuan Holy Sect really wants to come to you, fight back."

Master Jingxian smiled bitterly.

Canxia Temple is just an unknown small temple. It is a long way from the Great Miaolian Temple and there is no friendship.

How could the Great Miaolian Temple help because I asked for help?

Fakong smiled and said, "I have some friendship with Master Yuande. Let them send some masters to take charge."

"... Thank you, Master!" Master Jingxian suddenly realized.

If there was no deep friendship, it would be impossible for him to lend the two Xijia Baye Sutra to me in exchange.

Fakong clasped his hands and bowed: "Then I will take my leave and come back another day."

This Master Jingxian is proficient in Buddhism. He is indeed a great monk who deserves to be friends with him.

He returned to Yongkong Temple in a flash.

Monk Yuande, who was at Xiaomiaolian Temple, suddenly felt a little moved. He looked in the direction of Yongkong Temple as if thinking about something.

He then left Xiaomiaolian Temple and came to Yongkong Temple.

The gate of Yongkong Temple suddenly opened. He went straight to the abbot's courtyard and saw Fakong standing with his hands behind his back, his purple gold cassock fluttering, smiling at him.

There were already two red sandalwood boxes on the stone table.

Monk Yuande smiled and clasped his hands.

Fakong stretched out his hand, motioned him to sit down and talk, and smiled: "Master, I have something else to trouble you."

"Please speak." Monk Yuande sat down, opened the two red sandalwood boxes, looked at them and found that they were Xijia Baye Sutras, and then put them away.

Fakong then told the future he saw and asked Monk Yuande to send a few people to Canxia Temple to take charge.

Monk Yuande readily agreed.

Fakong smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of offending Jiuyuan Saint Sect?"

"Not dealing with them and destroying them is already giving face to Old Man Jiuyuan," Monk Yuande shook his head, "but it doesn't mean we are afraid of them."

If Da Miaolian Temple was afraid of Jiuyuan Saint Sect, according to the temperament of Jiuyuan Saint Sect, it would have long been arrogant and dominated the entire Dayong Wulin.

But the fact is that they are still suppressed by Da Miaolian Temple and cannot do anything wrong.

If they were not afraid of Old Man Jiuyuan, Da Miaolian Temple would have completely surrounded and suppressed them. In terms of strength, Jiuyuan Saint Sect is far behind.

Fakong smiled and said, "That couldn't be better."

"How many masters of Jiuyuan Saint Sect will there be?"

"Three Grandmasters."

"Okay, I will send six Grandmasters."

"Thank you."

"... Master, are you sure now?"

"Wait a little longer."

"Wait a little longer?"

"Let's see what tricks this Jiuyuan old man has." Fakong said.

Even though he had reached the Eight Extremes, he had not lost his sense of caution and had no intention of acting rashly.

He had not figured out the Jiuyuan old man's trump card, and he had not been at ease. Jiuyuan old man had a great secret.

Although killing Jiuyuan old man could also obtain the secret through the Memory Pearl, what if the secret disappeared after killing him?

"When it's time to act, act. If you delay the opportunity, the consequences are unpredictable."

"I will be careful." Fakong smiled.

Monk Yuande shook his head.

He always felt that it was not appropriate to drag it on like this. The longer the night, the more trouble it would cause. It would be better to act as soon as possible.

If Elder Jiuyuan was in a period of weakness, he would miss it and recover, and then he would regret it.

He was afraid that by then, even if Master Fakong and Master joined forces, they would not be able to defeat Elder Jiuyuan. That would be a catastrophe for all people.

A bright moon was hanging high in the sky.

The bright moon sprinkled milk-like moonlight.

Elder Jiuyuan was sitting on a stone on the mountain peak, breathing in and out. A group of soft light flickered in front of his mouth and nose, absorbing and spitting out the moonlight.

Fakong suddenly appeared in a quiet and peaceful mountain village. He did not cause the dogs to bark. He closed his eyes and stood quietly in a small courtyard.

This small courtyard was the courtyard of Elder Jiuyuan.

The Little Western Paradise was telling him everything that happened, including Elder Jiuyuan's every move and breath.

All the movements of Elder Jiuyuan were recorded by the Little Western Paradise for analysis and research.

Fakong sensed everything about Old Man Jiuyuan, including his fluctuations in thoughts, and found that Old Man Jiuyuan's fluctuations in thoughts were extremely violent.

If the fluctuations of ordinary people are like ripples on the lake, Old Man Jiuyuan's fluctuations in thoughts are like the raging waves of the sea.

The intensity is dozens of times that of ordinary people.

This is definitely not normal.

Fakong made a judgment through this: his possession of the body may not be completely successful, and he is still suppressing and wearing away Zhu Yuquan's soul.

Fakong was refreshed.

If this is the case, it will be much easier to deal with Old Man Jiuyuan. There is a big difference between being restrained by someone and being restrained by no one.

This will weaken Old Man Jiuyuan's strength by three points.

Based on the observation of Old Man Jiuyuan by Little Western Paradise, he should be in the Seven Star Realm, not yet in the Eight Extreme Realm.

Fakong opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Old Man Jiuyuan on the mountain, and he used his clairvoyance and fate.

Being in the Little Western Paradise, the use of magical powers will be hidden and will not be discovered, so the old man Jiuyuan breathed in the moonlight without realizing it.

The past and future of the old man Jiuyuan appeared in Fakong's eyes one by one.

Several Xiga Baye Sutras greatly enhanced Fakong's magical powers.

Previously, the fog blocked his view, but now in the Little Western Paradise, he can see the old man Jiuyuan clearly.

The old man Jiuyuan tricked Zhu Yuquan into melting the Nine Yang Gem Jade into one body, telling Zhu Yuquan that the Nine Yang Gem Jade is a treasure to protect the soul and can replace death.

Even if he died, as long as the Nine Yang Gem Jade is there, the soul will not perish, and will still exist in the body, so he will not die.

So Zhu Yuquan melted the Nine Yang Gem Jade into one body without hesitation.

Even though Zhu Yuquan had been prepared later, he stripped all the treasures given by the old man Jiuyuan from his body.

He took off the three sets of Tianyuan Baojia, and some other miscellaneous items, and buried them in the soil, including the Jiuyang Baoyu.

But the Jiuyuan old man still found Zhu Yuquan.

He didn't even ask Zhu Yuquan why he wanted to escape, thinking that with Zhu Yuquan's intelligence, it was not surprising that he noticed something was wrong.

So he knocked Zhu Yuquan unconscious, and then used the method of taking over his body to completely occupy Zhu Yuquan's body.

He didn't kill Zhu Yuquan just to prevent the failure of taking over his body.

Once Zhu Yuquan was killed, his body would be in a dead state and could no longer retain his soul, so he would be forced out if he went in.

While Zhu Yuquan was not dead and unconscious, he went in and occupied him, and then wanted to kill Zhu Yuquan.

But Zhu Yuquan was very tough and actually blocked his Yuanshen slash, and he had been resisting stubbornly without dying.

A resentment and anger supported Zhu Yuquan.

More importantly, there was also a hope supporting Zhu Yuquan.

Fakong knew what Zhu Yuquan hoped for when he saw this.

Zhu Yuquan believed that the National Master and Fakong would never sit by and watch the success of the Jiuyuan Elder, and would definitely take the opportunity to attack.

By then, the Jiuyuan Elder would surely die, and he still had a glimmer of hope.

Because the Jiuyuan Elder died, the Jiuyuan Holy Church needed to be united, and the best person to appease the Jiuyuan Holy Church was himself.

Fakong nodded secretly.

Under normal circumstances, Zhu Yuquan was right. The best person to appease the Jiuyuan Holy Church was indeed the young leader, the future leader.

Unfortunately, Zhu Yuquan could not imagine that someone could pretend to be him to appease the Jiuyuan Holy Church and control the Jiuyuan Holy Church, and this person was Monk Yuande.

Fakong shook his head.

After figuring this out, he still could not figure out the secret of the Jiuyuan Elder. What was his biggest secret?

After his own destiny was enhanced, he could already see three hundred years in the past, but not seven hundred years.

How could he get a glimpse of the secret hidden in the empty space of the Jiuyuan Elder's mind?

Fakong thought again and again, looking for a way to crack it.

How to make Old Man Jiuyuan reveal his secret?

I'm afraid the normal method is useless, and the Little Western Paradise cannot fully understand its secrets. What about the secret skills?

He thought again and again, and finally shook his head.

Should I ask Old Man Jiuyuan in person?

When he thought of this, he leaned over and gently scratched on the stone table, carved a line of words, and then disappeared without a trace.

After breathing, Old Man Jiuyuan stood up, nodded with satisfaction, and then flew down the bamboo forest like an eagle and returned to his own courtyard.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, he felt something was wrong. He frowned and looked around, but found nothing. His eyes finally fell on a line of words on the stone table.