Longevity

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Fakong paid a tithe.

Chu Xiong snorted: "You won't let her be the palace master, I will tell her about this matter, when the time comes to blame you, I can't blame me!"

He didn't believe that Zhu Ni didn't want to be the palace master.

Every disciple of Shenwu Mansion wants to be the master of the mansion.

Palace Master means glory, means that this life is worth living, who can resist?

Zhu Ni's original aptitude wasn't too outstanding, and when she was sent there, it was just a ploy, but she didn't expect Zhu Ni to be able to succeed. After all, her sound killing technique was not very powerful before, and her future was limited.

The technique of sound killing requires too high aptitude, if it cannot be practiced to a high enough level, it will have no power, and to practice to a high enough level, not only needs enough aptitude, but also needs enough opportunities.

So her sound killing technique is like a chicken rib, and she herself is not taken seriously.

She can become the palace master, I am afraid that she has never thought about it, it is a huge surprise, and it is also a huge temptation. I don't believe that she can really resist it, even if Fakong persuades her to be useless.

People are not only rational, but also driven by emotion. Sometimes the driving force of emotion is stronger and irresistible.

At that time, Fakong's obstruction will not only not be obeyed, but will also lead to Zhu Ni's resentment. At that time, I will see how to deal with it. She is Lin Feiyang's wife.

When he thought of this, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

Fakong saw through what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty thinks she wants to be the Palace Master?"

"Nobody wants to." Chu Xiong said proudly.

The master of the Shenwu Mansion is a supreme honor, even better than the Si Zheng of the Green Clothes Division and the Si Zheng of the Southern Supervision Division.

Fakong said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are wrong."

"Impossible." Chu Xiong was full of confidence: "Even if she said she didn't want to, she was just talking about it. In fact, she thought about it in her heart, but she was suppressing it forcibly and begging for perfection."

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

If Chu Xiong insisted on this, it would be useless to say anything.

Chu Xiong snorted: "A woman's heart is unfathomable, and your clairvoyance may not work."

"Your Majesty says yes," Fakong said with a smile, no longer refuting, no longer arguing, "The poor monk will retire."

"Well, I still have something to do." Chu Xiong waved his hand, turned and left Lingkong Temple.

Fakong stood on the steps and looked at him, turned his eyes on his back, and eased his breath, so that Chu Xiong would not make unwise actions in a fit of embarrassment.

According to his own vision, Chu Xiong did not do anything unwise, but such repression is a big trouble, he has been accumulating anger and resentment, and has been trying to find ways to get revenge.

Xu Zhijian was quickly transferred to the Southern Supervision Department, and Ning Zhenzhen was also transferred back to Daqian. Instead, Li Ying was reused. In short, he tried every means to make himself uncomfortable and tried every means.

He is not for anything else, just to let out a sigh of relief.

Therefore, sometimes Chu Xiong is not so rational, but still acts emotionally.

Unless he really wanted to do something ruthless, abolish Chu Xiong, or push him down from the throne, he could only resolve it in advance to avoid this resentment from causing greater consequences and making himself unhappy.

He withdrew his gaze, turned to the direction of Dayong, and to Xiaomiaolian Temple.

Cultivating great masters from other sects of Dayong, thereby narrowing the gap with Damiaolian Temple, seems to be planning against Damiaolian Temple, but in fact it is breaking the situation and hindering King Chun's plan.

When the other sects came together and stood side by side with Damiaolian Temple, King Chun's plan was useless. Even if he became the abbot of Damiaolian Temple, he would not be able to achieve his goal of immortality.

This is King Ming's opportunity, and also the vitality of Damiaolian Temple.

His gaze fell on Monk Yuande, and he saw that Monk Yuande was following Monk Bencheng, sitting cross-legged in a stupa, continuing to recite Buddhist scriptures.

He has been chanting for four days and four nights, and monk Ben Cheng has reached his limit, so he wants to get away and see if he can get rid of monk Yuande.

Monk Yuande's cultivation is not as good as his own, but his cultivation is astonishing enough, not to mention that he has practiced in the first life in the previous life, and the accumulation of the two lives must have some strange skills and secret methods that can be used to build strange skills.

While he was observing, Monk Ben Cheng, who had kept his eyes closed all this time, suddenly opened them. His eyes were restrained, empty as if they had no focal length, and no light bloomed out.

His figure suddenly became weak, becoming hazy like a figure in the water.

The figure swayed lightly, like the turbulence of a lake, and the figure swayed with it, becoming more and more unreal.

The next moment, Monk Yuande Heshi's palms suddenly parted, forming a strange handprint, and softly uttered a word: "Ding!"

The whole pagoda vibrated suddenly, like a bronze bell being rung.

All the Buddha statues on the tower wall were trembling, as if all the Buddhas were drinking at the same time, the word "Ding" was shaking in the void, and the golden Sanskrit characters appeared faintly.

Monk Ben Cheng's illusory figure suddenly became real, his face was pale, and he looked at Monk Yuan De in surprise.

Monk Yuande looked solemn, made seals with his hands, and said calmly: "Uncle, let's continue to face the wall and wash your heart."

Monk Ben Cheng looked at his handprints, frowned and said, "Where did you learn this, Nephew?"

"I got it from an adventure in my previous life." Monk Yuande said calmly.

"I've never seen you perform it before." Monk Ben Cheng said.

Monk Yuande said: "There is no need to use it yet."

"I've never seen such a marvelous skill before." Monk Ben Cheng looked at Monk Yuan De and smiled, "This technique of sound attack consumes a lot of energy, so it can't be used a few times, right?"

Monk Yuande said calmly: "It's more than enough to protect you, uncle."

Monk Ben Cheng suddenly smiled and shook his head: "Okay, as expected of the Divine Monk Yuande~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Monk Yuande frowned and stared at him, feeling that Monk Ben Cheng had changed a bit, as if he was no longer the original Monk Ben Cheng. There seems to be a strange breath flowing.

With a solemn expression, he took out a string of Buddhist beads from his sleeve and handed it to the monk Ben Cheng: "Master, please hold this bead."

Monk Ben Cheng frowned at him, then looked at the prayer beads.

Monk Yuande passed the prayer beads forward: "Uncle Master."

Monk Ben Cheng smiled and said, "Isn't this your Buddhist bead? ... Well, it's Master Fakong's?"

"Yes." Monk Yuande nodded solemnly.

Monk Bencheng sighed, "Master Fakong..."

Monk Yuande passed the prayer beads forward again: "Master! Uncle!"

Monk Ben Cheng smiled and said, "What is the magical effect of this Buddhist bead? Is it to restrain me?"

Monk Yuande said: "Uncle Master will know once he tries it."

"...That's all." Monk Ben Cheng reached out to take the beads.

Monk Yuande's expression was tense, but the Buddhist beads didn't respond.

This means that there is no external evil.

Monk Ben Cheng smiled and said, "There seems to be no reaction, isn't this Buddhist bead made by the lake?"

Monk Yuande breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly: "Master Uncle Ben Cheng, Lord Chun cannot be killed."

Monk Bencheng smiled: "There are people in the world who cannot be killed? Anyone with karma can be killed, no matter who it is."

Monk Yuande said: "Uncle Master, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

Monk Ben Cheng said: "If you think about the consequences in everything, then you can't do anything. If you think about the consequences in everything, why should I practice the Karma Saber?"

"Master Uncle..."

"Amitabha." Monk Bencheng hung the beads on his wrist, then closed his eyes and remained still, and fell into meditation again.

Seeing this, Fakong smiled.

Monk Yuande's technique of sound attack was still researched by the two of them together to make the most of its mysteries and help Monk Yuande practice it to the present level.