Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

He laughed secretly that Monk Yuande was really very particular.

Since we are about to be thrown into the grave, why should we recite sutras?

Moreover, their souls have been sent to heaven by him, and they have reincarnated, so chanting sutras is useless now.

After a cup of tea, Monk Yuande finished chanting.

He slowly opened his handsome eyes and said solemnly: "Master, let me do it."

Fa Kong nodded.

"Bang!" Monk Yuande pressed his palms on the ground, and stamped his feet at the same time. It was like a huge stone hitting the ground, causing the ground to tremble.

"Bang!" The grave mound flew up and splashed in all directions.

The wooden coffin emerged from the splashing soil and landed lightly in front of their feet.

Fakong flicked his sleeves.

The coffin lid flew up, and Zhu Yuquan was lying quietly on his back, even as if he was soundly asleep, and his face was still rosy.

This is the magic of Jiuding Zhenyuan Jue.

Even if the soul is gone, the body still retains a trace of vitality, which nourishes the body and does not rot, and can last for a long time. .

"It's him." Monk Yuande said slowly.

He is very familiar with Zhu Yuquan, and no matter how powerful the disguise is, his true form will appear after death.

He leaned over and stretched out his hand to touch Zhu Yuquan's neck to test whether he was really dead and whether he was still alive.

It looks like it's still alive.

There is a small scar under Zhu Yuquan's neck, which is usually easy to ignore, but it turns out that there is such a scar.

He stood up and looked around, looking around.

Fakong said: "The fight is not here, but in the courtyard where he lives in seclusion. Master, you want to take a look over there?"

"I wonder if I can take a look?"

"Follow me." Fakong waved his sleeves.

The coffin lid is closed, the coffin floats again and falls back into the pit. Then the soil falls down one after another, quickly forming a small mound and forming a new grave.

Fakong turned around and left.

Monk Yuande titheed towards the tomb again and followed Fakong to the courtyard.

Monk Yuande came to this small courtyard and looked out from inside the house without missing any trace.

His expression was solemn and his heart was awe-inspiring.

There were no traces at all. It was obvious that the two of them did not fight too fiercely, and Fakong directly captured him.

No matter what method was used, despicable or not, sneak attack or plot, it could not hide the fact that Zhu Yuquan was easily killed.

Zhu Yuquan was probably in a period of weakness, and his cultivation was not that strong, so he was easily succeeded by Fakong.

This is the only explanation.

If Zhu Yuquan had not weakened and maintained the level of cultivation of the Nine Yuan Old Man, Fa Kong would never be able to easily destroy him.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of this.

Fakong looked at him with a smile, and saw clearly what was going on in Monk Yuande's mind, and said with a smile: "Master can now pretend to be the young leader."

Monk Yuande nodded slowly, with a solemn expression: "I'm afraid that my fault will be exposed, so I need your help, Master Fakong."

Fakong smiled and said: "I will help as much as I can, the Nine Yuan Holy Sect cannot be disrupted."

Monk Yuande came out of the small courtyard, drifted silently, without disturbing the dogs in the village, and drifted to a mountain peak.

It was exactly the place where Fakong had practiced before, the place of Taiyin.

"Master, what is his cultivation level? Can the master's previous conjecture be confirmed?" Monk Yuande looked at Fakong with burning eyes under the moonlight.

"There is no need to talk about this now." Fakong shook his head and smiled: "He was attacked and plotted by me. I first used the Shifang Tianlong Yin to suddenly attack behind him while he was resisting. He was caught off guard and hit."

"The Heavenly Dragon's Yin of the Ten Directions..." Monk Yuande was immediately attracted to his attention: "Master has practiced the Heavenly Dragon's Yin of the Ten Directions?"

Fakong smiled and said: "Master actually knows the dragon chants of the ten directions?"

"The Great Heavenly Dragon's Yin is a higher level, the Ten Directions Heavenly Dragon's Yin." Monk Yuande said: "The untold secret of the Great Thunder Sound Temple."

He looked at Fakong, shook his head and said, "I didn't expect it to be passed on to the master."

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Fakong smiled and said: "After all, Daxue Mountain is one family. Has Master ever experienced the Great Heavenly Dragon's Yin?"

"Yes." Monk Yuande looked reminiscing and said with emotion: "I fought against a certain eminent monk from the Snowy Mountains and almost died in his hands."

Fakong smiled and said, "It can't be Master Chengxu, right?"

Monk Yuande shook his head: "I don't know his name, but the Great Heavenly Dragon's Roar is really powerful enough to cause the heavens and the earth to collapse."

The original scene emerged in his mind. The burly and powerful monk roared, followed by another roar, and another roar.

The three long roars were continuous and superimposed on each other, causing his blood to surge and his whole body to feel weak.

If it weren't for the treasure protecting his body, he would really be killed by it.

Even though he was protected by treasures, he barely recovered his vitality and tried his best to resist, but he still sealed his palm and his internal organs were out of place.

He could only use his miraculous skills, and he couldn't get out of bed for ten days and nights, so he tried his best to escape with his life by using his Qinggong skills.

"The fact that the master has survived to this day is indeed a blessing. Master Chengxu is not an ordinary person." Fakong said.

Master Chengxu possesses both the Heart Technique of the Great Thunder Sound Temple and the Asura Magical Technique. He is the best at killing, and his cultivation level is not inferior to that of Monk Yuande. It is not difficult to kill Monk Yuande.

Monk Yuande shook his head with emotion: "This Master Chengxu is truly extraordinary."

If it weren't for my great ability to escape, I would have fallen into the hands of Monk Chengxu. This would be the most dangerous time for me.

Because he is familiar with the method of reincarnation, his feelings about life and death are different from ordinary people, so he does not pay too much attention to it.

I don’t have any hatred for Monk Chengxu, but I admire him.

At that time, Dayong and Daqian were still enemies, fighting each other. Monk Chengxu killed himself, and he killed Monk Chengxu, each for his own master.

Just like killing Monk Fawu at that time.

It is different now.

They can turn hostility into friendship, and they are allies now. The past can be written off.

Monk Yuande said this and nodded with emotion: "No wonder, it is easy to succeed with the Ten Directions Dragon Chant."

The Ten Directions Dragon Chant is said to be far more powerful than the Great Dragon Chant. Under the long roar, the blood and qi will vibrate, and then take the opportunity to attack, which is very easy to succeed.

As for the fact that the Ten Directions Dragon Chant is difficult to practice but Fakong has mastered it, he is not surprised. After all, he knows the Buddhist mantras and supernatural powers, so it is not surprising to practice the Ten Directions Dragon Chant.

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The sun is high and the sky is clear.

The bright sunshine shines on the entire Shenjing.

In Yongkong Temple, hundreds of people are crowded outside the main hall, layer after layer.

Although there are many people, they are quiet and solemn.

There are only the sounds of wooden fish and low chanting in the main hall.

Yongkong Temple was full of forbidden palace secret guards, surrounded by three layers of guards, and not a fly could fly in, although it was winter and there were no flies.

Everyone who entered Yongkong Temple was a person of extraordinary status.

Whether it was high-ranking officials of the court, princes and nobles, or martial arts celebrities, they gathered in Yongkong Temple to witness the conversion of Concubine Leng Feiqiong to Master Fakong.

Fakong stood on the steps of the main hall, Leng Feiqiong stood at the bottom of the steps, and Emperor Chuxiong and the Empress stood beside him.

Leng Feiqiong was surrounded by six palace maids and six eunuchs.

Ten meters away, the princes and princes stood on the first floor, the high-ranking officials of the court stood on the second floor, and the martial arts masters stood on the third floor.

The door of the main hall was opened, and there was a golden Buddha statue inside.

The Buddha statue sat cross-legged on a lotus platform, with his hands in a seal, his eyes slightly closed, and a compassionate expression.

Six old monks with white beards and eyebrows were chanting in front of the Buddha statue, beating wooden fish in their hands.

Fakong stood on the top step, his thin body covered with purple and gold robes, shining slightly in the sun.

He closed his eyes slightly, his face shining in the sun, like white jade, with a faint warm glow.

He exuded a solemn and sacred majesty, as if he had merged with the golden Buddha statue in the main hall, and the golden Buddha statue was his Dharma body.

The crowd of onlookers inexplicably felt piety and reverence, and couldn't help but want to clap their hands and bow.

In the crowd, suddenly one person straightened his chest and was about to speak.

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