Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"I didn't expect that..."

Hui'an, the abbot of Vajra Temple, was in his small courtyard, looking at Fakong who was sitting opposite him.

The two of them were sitting at the stone table in his small courtyard.

Fakong smiled: "I also accidentally entered the first level by mistake. It's hard to explain clearly what happened."

"That's how the first grade is originally." Hui nodded appeasingly.

Fakong said: "Abbott, if we take another step forward, is there still a way?"

"The higher you go, the higher the realm is. It is no longer the realm of martial arts, but the realm of true Buddhism." Hui'an said slowly: "Just a first-level one cannot achieve Vajra."

"Then how should we practice next?"

Hui'an said: "For us Vajra Temple disciples, the first level is the real beginning. If we want to become Vajra, there is still a long way to go... In fact, the most authentic practice method of our Vajra Temple is to first step into the first level. Little Arhat Fist is The foundation of martial arts training, and the eight skills of Vajra It is the foundation for the indestructible power of the Vajra. Once you reach the first level, you have completed the foundation building. Then you can start to practice the indestructible power of the Vajra. The first step to build the foundation of the indestructible power of the Vajra is to use the sexual light of knowing the mind and nature to spread all over the body. , so as to know where the leakage is and how to make up for it.”

"Master, if you reach the Vajra realm, might you be invincible?"

"...It's hard to say." Hui An shook his head: "Martial arts and Buddhism are not one and the same. They are two different systems. Being the best in martial arts may not necessarily lead to a Vajra, and becoming a Vajra may not mean being the best in the world in martial arts."

Fakong nodded and understood.

The road to becoming a Vajra is very long, and the road to becoming number one in the world is also very long. Stepping into the first rank is really nothing.

"One of your biggest advantages is that you are young." Hui'an looked at him: "You are younger than all of us. The hope of achieving King Kong is greater than ours. Don't be distracted and focus on the magical power of King Kong. As for the world's best martial arts ...To be honest with you, it’s unlikely, after all, it’s limited by our skills.”

He is now telling the truth to Fakong, telling him what he has to say frankly, so as not to mislead Fakong.

Fakong can be said to be a prodigy that has not been seen in hundreds of years. Previously, he was a pearl covered in dust. Once the dust is wiped away, he will shine in the snow-capped mountains.

"Limited by the skill..." Fa Kong thought thoughtfully.

He vaguely understood what Hui An meant.

The most powerful martial arts in the Vajra Temple is the Vajra Indestructible Magic Kung Fu, and the Vajra Indestructible Magic Kung Fu is mainly about defense, not offense.

It is indeed too difficult to become the best in the world with a martial arts that focuses on defense.

"Abbott, what is the most powerful martial arts in the world?"

"The strongest martial arts... It's hard to say which one is the strongest. There are some, such as the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm, Taiyin Divine Palm, Great Light Fist, Tianhai Divine Sword, etc... and some from the royal family. The miraculous skill is kept secret. The emperor’s strongest martial skill may be the Heaven-Suppressing Seal, or it may be something else, which is truly unfathomable.”

"None of our Eight Vajras are considered top-notch."

"It's still a bit worse. It's fine in the early stage, but it becomes a little weak in the later stage. Especially in the first level, like the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Palm, it is similar to our Great Vajra Palm in the early stage, but it becomes stronger and stronger in the later stage, surpassing us. Quite a few, the same goes for the Taiyin Divine Palm, which becomes stronger and stronger than us later on."

"Where's the swordsmanship of Dayong Shenjian Peak?"

"The swordsmanship of Divine Sword Peak is the most advanced swordsmanship in the world. Any swordsmanship of the Eight Divine Swords is the best. Unfortunately, without the Divine Sword, it is difficult to obtain its essence."

"In this way..." Fakong was thoughtful.

He has obtained the Divine Sword to ward off evil, the Divine Sword of the Phoenix, the Divine Sword of Heavenly Punishment, and the Divine Sword of Thunder, four of the eight great swords.

If I could get four more divine swords and combine the eight swords into one, would I be invincible?

He was suddenly eager to try.

"However, no matter how strong these martial arts are, if you achieve a golden body, you will still be fearless and cannot harm the golden body."

"Our golden body may not be powerful enough to kill, but is it enough to protect ourselves?"

"That's right," Hui An nodded lightly: "You have stepped into the first level, and now you have the magical power of Vajra Indestructibility, and your realm is not shallow. There are not many first-level masters in the world who can kill you."

He said with a smile: "But you can't be careless. When you reach our level, if you die, you will usually die of carelessness."

"I sincerely follow the abbot's teachings." Fakong said solemnly.

Hui'an's words frankly told many true situations, which greatly helped him and saved him from many detours.

At least let him know that he should stop practicing the Eight Arts of Vajra and instead practice something else. Looking at it now, it would be better to focus on the swordsmanship of Divine Sword Peak.

With both the Sword Control Sutra and the four divine swords, the right time and place are all available, not to mention that his current swordsmanship has reached an extremely advanced level.

Hui An waved his hands, smiled, and said warmly: "Fakong, is the outer courtyard planning to accept some disciples this year?"

Fakong shook his head.

Hui An smiled and said: "Don't accept it?"

"The foundation is not solid yet, let's wait another year." Fakong said: "And now the Holy Cult of Kunshan is in trouble. It will be difficult to recruit disciples and there will be countless troubles."

"Yeah, that's fine." Hui An nodded: "There is no rush to recruit disciples, but you should be more careful in Shenjing."

"yes."

Hui'an took out a thick booklet from his arms and handed it to Fakong: "This "Yipin Xinlu" is the experience of the first-level masters in the past. You can refer to it. After the first-level clear mind and nature, In fact, you have to go your own way and find the path that is most suitable for you. The experience of others can only be used as a reference and cannot be copied. "

Fakong took it and put it in his arms.

"Go ahead." Huian said with a smile: "Don't take the matter of the holy water too seriously. If it is really sealed, it will be sealed. Don't make a big fuss."

Fakong nodded.

At present, it will not be sealed. There are still a few people supporting Mingyue Temple, so it is safe for the time being.

He pondered for a moment and said: "Abbot, I wonder how many first-grade masters we have in Daxueshan Sect?"

"Well..." Huian shook his head and smiled: "It's hard to say. The number of first-grade masters in each temple is kept secret. I can't even say how many first-grade masters we have in Vajra Temple."

Fakong said: "Twenty?"

"No." Huian smiled: "How can there be so many."

"Ten?"

"More than."

"Between ten and twenty..." Fakong nodded: "Thank you, Abbot."

"Now you are added, the strength of our Vajra Temple has become stronger." Huian smiled with satisfaction: "My merits have also increased."

Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seems that the way Abbot Huian obtains merit is different from his own. Is it true that everyone obtains merit differently?

Think about the two predecessors who achieved Vajra, one is an invincible general, and the other is a strange monk who controls water...

He shook his head.

No matter what others do, the best way for him to obtain merit is to develop believers and fulfill their great wishes.

Medicine Valley

A bright moon shines in the sky.

No matter how the seasons change outside, there is ice and snow outside the Vajra Temple, while it is warm like spring in the Medicine Valley.

The flowers on the surrounding stone walls sway in the gentle night breeze and bloom faintly under the moonlight.

The lights in the Medicine Valley are bright.

Zhou Yang, Zhou Yu and Xu Qingluo are playing games together, performing martial arts, and chasing each other lightly among the flowers.

Lianxue and Fakong are sitting in the pavilion, watching the excitement outside, drinking tea and chatting.

"Actually, I've always wanted Xiaoyu to go over there. After all, she's too lonely here." Lianxue, dressed in white, said softly, "Let Zhenzhen help teach her for a while."

"To keep Zhou Yang company?"

Lianxue nodded gently, "Although I take good care of her, I can't replace Zhou Yang's position in her heart. She's always worried about Zhou Yang."

"They have to separate after all." Fakong shook his head, "I'll ask my junior brother to bring Zhou Yang back often."

"That's too much trouble for Faning."

"It's okay."

"Is Zhenzhen having a hard time there?" Lianxue understood what Fakong meant and didn't want Zhou Yu to go to Shenjing.

It seems that Zhenzhen is not well-off there and has a hard time.

Every time Zhenzhen comes back, she only reports good news and not bad news, and she is getting better and better at hiding her feelings, and her scheming is getting deeper and deeper.

I can't even tell the truth from the false.

Fakong shook his head: "Everyone in the Green Outer Division is a hero. As the Secretary, she is under great pressure and has no time to be distracted."

"Forget it then." Lianxue nodded gently: "Is Qingluo going to practice Taiyin Xiaolianxing?"

"I have this plan. Let her practice it in two years."

"It is better to let her practice earlier, but don't rush to practice it. Extend the practice time, the effect will be better and easier to practice."

Fakong nodded.

Although he knows Taiyin Xiaolianxing, he doesn't know these valuable experiences.

These experiences come from the summary of many people over many years, and condense the efforts of countless people.

Such experience will help people avoid too many detours and save a lot of time, which is very important.

Lianxue asked: "How many days will you stay this time?"

"Two or three days." Fakong said: "There are still a lot of things over there, so I can't stay too long."

"Fakong, you really have the style of a temple abbot now." Lianxue smiled.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

Lian Xue had taken Zhou Yu back to her hut to sleep, Fa Kong was still in the pavilion, and Xu Qingluo was standing by.

"You should go back to sleep."

"Master, I'm not sleepy, so I'll accompany you."

"You don't need to accompany me."

"I'm really not sleepy."

Fa Kong shook his head and let her go.

His eyes suddenly became deep, and he looked towards the direction of Shenjing and saw the chef in Guanyun Tower.

Shenjing can be said to be a city that never sleeps, and it is completely brightly lit.

Guanyun Tower is still very lively at this time. As a chef, he is also very busy, holding a wok in each hand and lifting the wok at the same time, with quick movements.

Fa Kong's eyes quickly moved away and looked at another place.

In Miaochun Tower, Miss Xiangju was getting a young man drunk, quickly changed into a dark green outfit, covered her face with a dark green cloth, and floated out of the window lightly, like a forest falling out.

Fa Kong's eyes followed her.

Watching her turn around, familiarly shuttle through the streets and alleys, she finally came to a small courtyard and floated in silently, with a long sword in her hand that was dark and dull, and would not reflect light.

The bright moon above Shenjing City was round and big, and the clear light spread all over Shenjing City, shining on Xiangju.

She gently inserted the sword into a window, and the window bolt was cut off silently wherever the sword passed. She gently pushed the window open, then got in and stabbed Li Ying who was lying on the couch with a sword.

The clear light suddenly lit up, and then went out.

Li Ying sat up, holding a long sword that was as bright as a pool of autumn water.

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