Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

He finally looked at his wrist.

On his wrist was a string of Buddhist beads.

It was a string of Buddhist beads that Fakong had given back after receiving the gift. It was ordinary.

He was quite disappointed when he received it.

Because this string of Buddhist beads did not look like a precious thing. It was dull and plain.

It looked like a common Buddhist bead made by a carpenter on a small stall.

But because it was a gift from Fakong, its value was certainly not bad. It had reached the level of preciousness.

He wore it on his hand to show his respect for Fakong.

He had ignored its existence at ordinary times.

It was not as heavy as other Buddhist beads, especially those carved from sandalwood, which had a texture and were as light as nothing.

In addition, it was not precious, so it was easy to ignore.

He never expected that it would save him this time.

He resisted the itch in his throat and heart, and stared at the string of Buddhist beads intently, looking at what was so mysterious about it.

This can easily divert his attention.

Finally, he found that the string of Buddhist beads became more oily, as if it had been held in his hand for a long time, and it had a sense of oiliness, and it had a precious texture, showing the vicissitudes of time.

It was still pouring in warm air, making Xiao Congyun feel warm all over as if he was soaking in a hot spring, and he wanted to fall asleep warmly.

Xiao Congyun forced himself to be energetic and shouted hoarsely: "Come here."

His throat finally made a sound.

"Sir!" A response came from outside the window. Two young men were already standing outside the window, looking at him solemnly.

The two young men were handsome and imposing.

To become the guard of the palace at a young age, this is a rare success for ordinary people, even for martial arts masters.

They are naturally geniuses, so they are full of confidence.

Xiao Congyun slowly stood up with the help of the case, and said in a deep voice: "Two people sneaked in here just now, you check, don't let them get close to the prince."

"...Yes!" The two were stunned, looked at each other and responded with a fist.

A handsome young guard looked at Xiao Congyun with concern: "Sir, are you okay?"

Xiao Congyun waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.

The two young guards breathed a sigh of relief.

As the guards of this courtyard, if Xiao Congyun had any problems, they would be guilty.

They might even be expelled from the palace.

Then their future would be bleak, just like falling from the clouds to the ground.

Xiao Congyun pointed to the window and handed over two long needles: "They came out from here, shot out two needles, and then ran away."

The two young guards stared at the two slender needles, their faces changed slightly.

As soon as they saw the needles, they knew they were poisonous.

So they looked up at Xiao Congyun again and saw that Xiao Congyun's face was ruddy, not like he was injured, let alone poisoned.

Xiao Congyun shook his head: "Go check it out."

"Yes." The two clasped their fists, each took a needle, turned around and left.

After a while, footsteps sounded, and Hu Houming came in with a few guards.

Eight guards filled the small courtyard, and then divided into two layers. Four of them floated on the wall and looked around.

The other four occupied the four corners of the courtyard.

Xiao Congyun clasped his fists and saluted from the window.

Hu Houming waved his hand, pushed the door open, and came to Xiao Congyun. Seeing that his face was fine, he did not look like he was poisoned or injured, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Sir, you..."

He was wearing a middle-length shirt, and it was obvious that he had just gotten out of bed and hurried over without changing clothes.

"Your Highness, we almost met forever." Xiao Congyun came forward, clasped his fists and smiled bitterly, "This time it was too dangerous."

"What happened?" Hu Houming snorted with a gloomy face, "An assassin actually sneaked in!"

Xiao Congyun nodded, "The methods of these two people are really amazing. They sneaked in silently, suddenly shot two needles and ran away. I'm afraid they can't be caught up."

Hu Houming said, "It's a poison needle, sir..."

Xiao Congyun pointed to his throat and then to his heart.

There was a small red dot on his throat, and a small hole had appeared in his clothes at his heart, and the needle mark was clearly visible.

Especially the clothes, because the power of the fine needle was too strong, it directly shattered his clothes, and it looked like a small hole was burned.

Hu Houming took a breath of cold air and his pupils shrank.

This is a needle!

He stared at Xiao Congyun.

I have seen the two needles, which are really black and poisonous. I am afraid that the person who is hit will be helpless, otherwise he would not be used to assassinate.

But now, Mr. Xiao is normal.

Xiao Congyun looked around.

Hu Houming came to the window and waved his hand.

The eight guards left the courtyard and disappeared.

When they all disappeared, Xiao Congyun told them what happened and handed over the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

Hu Houming looked at them in surprise, took them, and immediately felt the warm breath penetrate into his heart, and his spirit was lifted.

All the anxiety and fatigue seemed to disappear at once, and his body completely relaxed, falling into a kind of slightly drunk and slightly numb beauty.

Xiao Congyun looked at him with a smile.

After a while, Hu Houming handed the Buddhist beads back and said with emotion: "It is worthy of being a gift from the master."

"I thought it was an ordinary thing, so crude that I couldn't even show it to the prince." Xiao Congyun didn't reach out to take it, and shook his head and said: "I never expected it to be a life-saving thing."

"Huh?" Hu Houming suddenly widened his eyes.

He lifted the beads and brought them to his eyes, his face turned ugly, and he handed them to Xiao Congyun.

Xiao Congyun also found something strange.

He took it and looked at it carefully.

These beads began to crack.

Cracks began to slowly climb up the beads, more and more, and finally "snap" and broke into pieces.

Xiao Congyun smiled helplessly.

"Master is really stingy." Hu Houming snorted.

Obviously, this is a one-time treasure.

After saving people, the beads will be broken.

One string of beads, one life.

Xiao Congyun smiled and said, "Your Majesty, this is already a great favor."

"It seems that the master has seen your disaster a long time ago." Hu Houming shook his head.

Now he thought about why Fakong gave Xiao Congyun a string of beads instead of something else?

Obviously he saw this scene through the divine eye.

Xiao Congyun's face darkened, and he said solemnly: "Your Highness, who wants to kill me?"

"... Chase, we must catch these two guys!" Hu Houming gritted his teeth and said: "They are extremely despicable and shameless."

If Mr. Xiao is gone, he will be like losing a wing, and he may not be able to catch them even if he has the chance in the future.

This is to completely eliminate the threat to himself, is it second brother?

But there may not be someone who will take advantage of the fire, deliberately frame and sow discord, so we must be on guard.

So before the two assassins are caught and interrogated, there is no way to really determine which one it is.

Xiao Congyun said: "Your Highness, no matter who is behind the scenes, we must hold back and not act rashly."

"Hold back..." Hu Houming gritted his teeth and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He understood what Xiao Congyun meant.

Now that his military power has just been taken away, his father is angry. If he takes any action again, it will be like adding fuel to the fire.

Maybe the person behind the scenes wanted him to be crazy, and then be completely despised by his father, thrown into a corner, and never considered again.

In this way, he would never be able to turn over.

Thinking of this, he felt cold in his heart and cursed viciously.

Xiao Congyun paced with his hands behind his back, and said in deep thought: "Prince, otherwise, I will pretend to be seriously injured and be a bait to see how many fish I can catch."

Hu Houming frowned and thought.

He finally shook his head: "Forget it, it's better to be safe and stable, so as not to stir up any more storms."

Now his most important task is to lie low, reduce his movements, reduce his father's anger, so as not to cause more severe suppression.

At this time, you must be able to calm down and keep calm, and do nothing at this time. Everything you do is wrong.

Xiao Congyun clasped his fists solemnly: "Yes."

He was quite relieved that the prince had completely recovered this time and resumed his calm and steady behavior.

He turned his head to look in the direction of Shenjing, and said with emotion: "It seems that I have to visit the master again to thank him for saving my life."

"Indeed." Hu Houming nodded: "Such a great favor, you don't even say thank you, you are too ungrateful."

"Then I will set off tomorrow." Xiao Congyun said.

"Okay." Hu Houming nodded.

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Fakong was sitting on the bed in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple at this time, the window was open, a bright moon hung in the sky, the moonlight passed through the window and fell on the bed, covering him.

His eyes passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, fell on King Lun of Yunjing, and saw Xiao Congyun's experience.

His eyes were staring at Xiao Congyun and Hu Houming, while also staring at the two assassins, watching them silently passing through Yunjing.

They seemed to be two shadows, integrated with the surrounding shadows, and drilled from one shadow into another.

Fakong found that they were quite similar to the Yuying Sutra, but much slower than the real Yuying Sutra.

This is a shadow escape technique.

When he thought of this, his eyes suddenly turned golden, and he used his fate-seeing ability.

The past of the two assassins appeared in Fakong's eyes. The next moment, he disappeared under the bed and appeared in a small courtyard.

This three-story courtyard is an inconspicuous courtyard in the northwest corner of Yunjing, and all the people living around it are middle-class families.

In Yunjing, there is a house, the income is decent, and the pressure of life is not great, but you can't spend money lavishly, you need to save some.

Such a family seeks a stable life.

He came to the backyard and gently patted a rockery. A hole appeared under the rockery, and he stepped into it.

Below is a ten-meter-long staircase, and five or six meters underground is a stone chamber. On the walls of the stone chamber are antique paintings.

In each painting, there is a man meditating, with two lines drawn on the man's body, one real and one virtual, and four sentences of the mantra written beside the man.

At the top of each painting are written the four big characters of Xuankong Miaojue.

Fakong slowly peeled off the twelve paintings, and they disappeared into his sleeves one by one. The antiques on the antique shelf in the stone room also disappeared into his sleeves one by one.

He flashed back to the bed, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

Three days later, in the evening, when the sun was setting, Lin Feiyang and Zhu Ni appeared in the abbot's courtyard of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

After listening to their report, Fakong nodded with satisfaction, and then waved his hand, and twelve mysterious and wonderful techniques appeared, floating around Lin Feiyang.