Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Monk Yuande looked serious, and his heart was slightly moved.

After all, he had fished this guy out. He was the one that Master Fakong and he had been looking for.

His appearance at this time must have been carefully calculated.

He just happened to come here to join in the fun. His brothers and sisters were all helping at Yongkong Temple, and they didn't notice that he left alone.

When he saw Master Fakong performing such a wonderful Buddhist mantra, he must have felt a lot of emotions and was greatly shocked, so he left alone.

Master Fakong should be weak and powerless at this time, unable to perform his magical powers. Even if he sensed something wrong, he would not have time to come to save him.

All these things were calculated by this guy, so he saw this opportunity and appeared to get rid of him.

When he thought of this, he said in a deep voice: "Is the donor the one from the Jinghui Sect?"

The figure in the haze slowly approached.

Even if he got close, he still couldn't see the specific appearance of the figure, but it was not only because the other party's momentum was like fog and smoke, covering himself, but also because the other party was wearing a veil, covering his face.

He looked over in surprise, clasped his hands and chanted a Buddhist chant: "It turned out to be a female donor!"

He never expected that the other party was actually a woman.

In his expectation, this should be a wise and brave middle-aged man with extraordinary talent and amazing wisdom.

He never expected that it was a woman.

I couldn't see the woman's face clearly, I could only see her watery eyes.

I couldn't tell how old she was through her eyes, but I felt that her eyes were pure and flawless, like a baby, not yet polluted by the turbid air of the world.

There was a slight sadness between her eyebrows, which made people pity her.

The slight sadness covered the traces of time, and it was unclear whether she was vicissitudes or not, and she seemed young and not young.

The woman came closer, ten steps away, and showed her graceful figure in front of Monk Yuande, and said lightly: "Master Yuande, I'm sorry."

"Wait." Monk Yuande shouted hurriedly.

The woman looked at him: "Master, what is your last will?"

Hearing her clear voice like the sound of spring water, Monk Yuande judged that she was very young and hurriedly said: "I haven't asked you your name yet."

The woman chuckled: "No need, if you have any last words, you might as well say them quickly, and don't waste time waiting for Monk Fakong."

She revealed Monk Yuande's thoughts in one sentence.

Monk Yuande said: "I don't understand one thing."

"Tell me."

"Why does the female donor insist on making the Jinghui Sect rise? The Jinghui Sect is eccentric and kills people like crazy. It is really a heavy sin. How can the female donor bear to do this?"

"Killing people is killing those who should be killed." The woman smiled and shook her head: "Like your Great Miaolian Temple, it seems that everyone is a great monk with infinite merits, but in fact they are just people who seek fame and reputation with the blood of the world on their hands. They are extremely hypocritical."

"Amitabha." Monk Yuande shook his head.

The woman chuckled and said, "If you can save people from suffering like Monk Fakong, why would the Jinghui Sect come after you? Do you really think the Jinghui Sect is seeking revenge?"

"Amitabha." Monk Yuande said in a deep voice, "Master Fakong is indeed a great meritorious person. I am ashamed of myself. But it is a serious mistake to say that you are seeking fame and reputation. What exactly do you want?"

He felt that the resurgence of the Jinghui Sect was not just for revenge, but also for other purposes.

"Monk Yuande, you talk too much." The woman flashed and appeared behind Monk Yuande, slapping him lightly.

Monk Yuande sensed something was wrong and could not react in time. He could only try his best to kick forward and try to avoid the palm.

But the woman's palm seemed to be able to stretch and shrink. She chased after Monk Yuande's back and slapped him firmly.

"Puff!" Monk Yuande sprayed a blood arrow in the air, and there was even minced meat in the blood arrow.

The woman chuckled: "What a powerful protective qi."

Monk Yuande smiled bitterly, his face quickly turned pale, and then a layer of gold powder-like yellowing appeared on his face.

This palm force was so refined and pure that it hit the internal organs like a hammer.

The protective qi was useless compared to the internal qi, and had no power to hinder the palm force, allowing it to hit violently.

The internal organs were severely damaged in an instant, almost broken, and the broken meat sprayed out of his mouth directly.

He sighed inwardly that his life was over.

I never expected that I would die here, at the hands of an unknown woman, which was more unfair than my previous life.

Just at this moment, a stream of nectar instantly fell from the sky, went straight down from the Baihui point on the top of the head, and filled the body.

The body seemed to be soaked in the nectar, and the warm breath came in from every pore, and every part of the body seemed to be cheering.

The cold and weak feeling was driven away at once.

He took a deep breath and felt that his life was finally saved. It was Fakong who saved his life in secret.

"Bang!" He landed heavily, his feet firmly stabbed into the blue brick floor, the blue bricks broke into several pieces, and sank slightly two palms thick.

"Huh?" The woman chuckled: "What a tough life!"

She didn't rush to send out a second palm, but looked at Monk Yuande carefully, wondering if Monk Yuande could survive after receiving a palm from her.

As soon as she sent out a palm, she knew that Monk Yuande's internal organs would be shattered. In this case, no matter how strong the magic power of the Great Miaolian Temple was, it would not be able to withstand it, and he would definitely die.

But Monk Yuande's breath was stable, and he didn't look like he was fatally injured. Was it some kind of secret technique, or some kind of treasure protecting his body?

Monk Yuande turned around, looked at her solemnly, and said coldly: "What a cruel method, the donor must kill this poor monk."

Anger burned in his heart.

It's a pity that I don't know how to use the sword. At this time, the sword should be able to kill this sinful woman.

The woman chuckled and said, "You are the next national teacher. If you are killed, the Great Miaolian Temple will be almost destroyed. If you were me, would I also kill you?"

"You can't kill me." Monk Yuande shook his head and said, "Don't waste your energy. Goodbye."

"Can't kill?" A white shadow flashed, and the woman appeared behind Monk Yuande again, slapping out with a palm that was no different from the previous one.

Monk Yuande dodged, but avoided it.

He had already calculated it in advance, and dodged before the woman finished speaking. At the same time, he used a secret technique to double his cultivation and improve his reaction speed.

"Hey." The woman folded in the air, her speed suddenly increased, and a solid palm print hit Monk Yuande's back.

Hit the same position.

"Puff!" Monk Yuande flew into the air again, spurting out a stream of blood, but fortunately this time there was no spurt of broken meat.

Still, he could not resist the woman's pure palm power, which was like a heavy hammer, but there was an invisible force protecting his heart.

The heavy blow from the palm power could not break the invisible force.

Monk Yuande knew that this was Fakong's power.

It was invisible and shadowless, but it really existed. It appeared out of thin air without a trace, as if it was his own power.

He knew that this would be regarded as a treasure by the woman.

"Interesting." The woman saw that Monk Yuande was hit by the palm, but he managed to hold on, and she felt very strange.

His internal organs were broken, but there was a vigorous vitality in his body. Under this vigorous vitality, his internal organs would heal quickly and he would not die.

She guessed that this was a treasure given by Fakong, or a blessed Buddhist treasure, which saved Monk Yuande's life.

She was not in a hurry, but just found it interesting and wanted to find out how much injury the Buddhist treasure blessed by Fakong could withstand.

She was sure that no matter how powerful the Buddha treasure was, it would not save his life if his head was smashed, so Monk Yuande could not escape death, and it would be better for him to find out Monk Fakong's background before he died.

When she thought of this, she suddenly moved forward.

Monk Yuande suddenly had a clear mind, and a stream of nectar fell. He knew that this was the power of the Qingxin Mantra.

However, this Qingxin Mantra was different from the previous Qingxin Mantra.

She became extremely calm, her heart was like ice and snow.

Her thoughts began to speed up, and everything in front of her slowed down, including her own movements, which slowed down by about two times.

At this speed, the woman's movements were clearly visible.

Her eyes lit up, and Monk Yuande knew that she was going to take action, so he moved first, and according to her previous habit of taking action, his body tilted to the left.

She really took action, and hit her heart, and the left tilt just gave her a lead time to avoid her heart and shoulders, so that she could hit nothing.

Before she could speed up by bending her body, he had already accelerated and slammed into the wall of the alley, thus using the force to bend it.

The woman's left palm had already hit the wall of the alley, and with a muffled "bang", spider-web-like cracks appeared on the bluestone wall.

Monk Yuande continued to change his body shape.

With the acceleration of his thinking, his own Qi also accelerated, making his Qinggong faster, and at the same time, he manipulated his body in a subtle way, making his Qinggong more exquisite and faster.

"Bang bang bang bang!" The muffled sound continued, and the woman hit the wall with one palm after another, but failed to hit him.

She got angry and refused to believe in evil, so she had to hit him.

The monk Yuande in front of her suddenly became ghostly and unpredictable, as if he had changed into a different person.

This was obviously another secret technique.

The woman hummed in her heart, as expected of a person with wisdom, with endless extraordinary skills and skills, and she could save herself repeatedly.

She shook her head and accelerated suddenly.

Each time she changed her shape, her speed increased. After several changes, her speed increased, and her figure appeared in a string. Her figure was everywhere, omnipresent, and had already filled the alley.

Monk Yuande had no way to avoid it, and finally received another palm strike from her.

However, this palm strike failed to hit the vital point, and only knocked Monk Yuande out, spurting out a stream of blood.

Monk Yuande was in the air, as if being pulled by an invisible rope, and suddenly got into the yard next to him.

The woman chased after him, but she couldn't see Monk Yuande.

This yard has a flower garden, a bamboo forest, and a rockery, but her figure flashed and passed by quickly. Looking everywhere, she couldn't see Monk Yuande anywhere.

Monk Yuande had a slender figure, and it was impossible for him to hide in a cave, but he just couldn't be found.

Could he have escaped from somewhere else? That would be too fast, right?

She turned around twice in dissatisfaction, then jumped to the top of the wall and looked in the direction of Yongkong Temple.

It was still noisy over there, with monks from the Great Miaolian Temple passing through, their yellow robes flashing, but there was no Monk Yuande.

The woman stood on the top of the wall, her white clothes fluttering, and the white veil on her face fluttering with it, occasionally revealing her white jaw and mouth corners.

There was a mole under the left corner of her mouth.

Her eyes were as bright as water, staring at the direction of Yongkong Temple and flashing several times, and finally she snorted lightly, flashed, and disappeared.