Fakong smiled and said: "This is your father's wishful thinking, right? He avoided all kinds of troubles, but got huge benefits. He is indeed worthy of being the lord of the house."
Yang Shuangting looked at the ruins: "This is indeed their wishful thinking, but you and Master should hit it off right away, right?"
Fa Kong can see her weaknesses, and she has been looking for Fa Kong's weaknesses and preferences, and found that he likes to build Fen Temple.
This is most likely to expand influence.
After all, no matter how great his influence was in Tianjing, by the time it spread here, it was already gone. The weakening of influence by region and space was extremely strong.
If he can build a branch temple here, his influence will envelope the entire Changling Mansion, and its prosperity is inevitable.
This kind of influence is not noticeable at ordinary times, but at critical moments, it has a huge effect on him.
In particular, the belief of dignitaries is crucial to him. Once he has supporters in the court, he will benefit immensely.
She didn't grasp Fakong's true purpose, she just thought she wanted to spread her influence and gain a firm foothold in Dayong.
Fakong shook his head and said: "The name is not justified, so let's forget it."
Yang Shuangting's bright eyes flashed and she looked at him curiously.
Fakong said: "It is better to talk to the emperor about this matter first, so as to avoid endless trouble in the future. Without the imperial decree, I cannot build a temple here."
Yang Shuangting said: "Behead first and then report. As long as you become the abbot, the emperor will not refute your face and not allow you to be the abbot, right?"
You must know that Divine Monk Fakong is extremely famous in Tianjing. Even if he is not as good as the Imperial Master, he is comparable to Divine Monk Yuande.
Especially the Yang Yang Ceremony, which takes place once every seven days, spreads his influence to every part of Tianjing.
No matter how powerful the Yuande Divine Monk and the Imperial Master are, they cannot bring them back to life.
Although eminent Buddhist monks can't just talk about supernatural powers or Buddhist mantras, they should also talk about the profundity of Buddhist practice.
But if you still claim that you are not a divine monk even though you have magical powers and Buddha's mantras, you are just telling lies with your eyes wide open.
Supernatural powers can only be possessed when one has reached a certain level of cultivation. Even if one is born with it, the Buddha's mantra is different. Without profound Buddhist teachings, one cannot cast the Buddha's mantra.
Fakong shook his head and said: "The emperor will not refute my face, but why bother?"
Yang Shuangting frowned and asked, "Don't you want to build this temple?"
"I do want to build a temple, but this is not the way." Fakong shook his head and said, "The people should petition the prefect, and the prefect should ask the emperor for permission. If the emperor finds me again, I will reluctantly agree to be the abbot."
Yang Shuangting burst into laughter.
She has always been cold and indifferent, smiling like this, her beautiful face is blooming like a flower, radiant.
She felt that Fakong's words were too straightforward and not tactful.
Fa Kong looked calm.
Yang Shuangting shook his head and said with a smile: "Master, you are hypocritical enough. You obviously want to branch out into a temple, but you still have to put on airs and let others beg you to come. Then how many times do you refuse before accepting?"
"Exactly." Fakong smiled and nodded.
This is not hypocrisy, but insightful.
How can people feel the same way about a divine monk who went through all kinds of difficulties to come here and a divine monk who came out on his own initiative?
At least the increase in confidence is completely different.
Things are rare and valuable, and the harder it is to get, the more you will cherish it. This is human nature, and it is no exception.
For the sake of credibility and merit, I can only use some means.
Yang Shuangting smiled and said: "It's not difficult to do this. I will tell my father, but will the emperor agree?"
Will the Emperor allow Fa Kong's prestige to spread unchecked?
"Then it depends on your father." Fakong said.
Yang Shuangting looked at the ruins: "The emperor's thoughts are unpredictable, so don't make things worse."
"Then it's up to you." Fakong said.
Yang Shuangting tilted her head to look at him in confusion.
"If your father encounters a setback, can you encourage him to become more courageous and never give up until he achieves his goal? Isn't it all up to you?" Fakong said with a smile.
"You can see the future," Yang Shuangting said, "Let's see if it can happen."
Fakong shook his head: "There is no need to waste magical power."
"Why is this?" Yang Shuangting asked curiously.
Fakong said: "This matter can always be accomplished as long as you work hard. Let your Majesty work hard. Is there any truth in the world about getting something for nothing?"
Yang Shuangting looked at him helplessly: "It was such a simple thing originally, but if I do it as you say, I'm afraid there will be a lot of twists and turns."
Fakong smiled and said nothing.
I know the tempers of those high-ranking officials very well. If I, the holy monk, don't show some airs, I will give them the illusion that I am serving them instead of being asked for by them.
I don’t know how many people I will offend and how angry I will be.
It will not only affect your credibility but also make you feel aggrieved. This is something you absolutely cannot do.
"Okay." Yang Shuangting nodded: "It's up to you, I will ask my father to ask the emperor for permission."
Fakong smiled.
Yang Shuangting shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked back.
Fakong followed her on a stroll along the wild path. The surrounding flowers and plants were dark green, as if they had absorbed too much spiritual energy.
"Is the Jinghui Sect straightened out now?" Fakong said, "Can you use your fingers like an arm?"
"It's still far from it." Yang Shuangting said: "Apart from these elders, the rest are not that content."
Fakong raised his eyebrows: "Do they know it was you who killed these elders?"
"No matter how stupid they are, they should know it." Yang Shuangting said: "I didn't hide it much, and I didn't kill people to silence them."
"Are they dissatisfied and resentful of you killing the elders?"
"It's not resentment, it's worry." Yang Shuangting said: "There should be very few sect leaders in the past who killed elders like this."
"Did any of the elders in the past generations kill the sect leader?" Fakong said.
Yang Shuangting snorted softly: "They have been domineering for a long time, and they are no longer used to being controlled by someone above them."
She had no sense of belonging to the Jinghu Sect, she only felt it was a burden, and with the constraints of these elders, she didn't have a good impression.
Originally, they could just muddle along, as long as they followed orders, the two had nothing to do with each other.
But they actually want to kill me, so I have no choice but to kill them first. I can't beg for mercy from them as my sect leader, right?
Fakong said: "Congratulations then."
"I also want to congratulate you for killing someone with a borrowed knife and successfully solving our threat." Yang Shuangting said.
Her feelings towards Fakong were complicated, sometimes grateful, sometimes angry, sometimes fearful and sometimes trusting.
It's hard to tell clearly at the moment.
Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.
Chu Xiong sat on the dragon chair in the Humble Administrator's Palace, threw the memorial on the table, stretched his waist, stood up and walked around the hall with his hands behind his hands.
There is no sound when stepping on the thick soft carpet.
It was so quiet in the main hall that you could hear a pin drop.
Because of the thick and soft carpet, even if a needle drops, there is no sound. Not to mention that all the waiters are very gentle and have powerful qinggong skills, so they don't make any sound.
Chu Xiong walked a few steps with his hands behind his back and raised his voice, "What's interesting?"
An old eunuch in purple with gray hair and a childlike face stood beside the pillar, stepped forward and bowed: "Your Majesty, Prince Duan sent a treasure this morning."
"What baby?"
"A statue of a god."
"...Idol?" Chu Xiong frowned and became displeased when he heard about the statue. He snorted coldly: "Whose statue is it?"
The old chamberlain said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I have checked carefully, but I have not been able to find out who this person is. It should not be recorded in the book."
"It's a wild god." Chu Xiong hummed.
Shenjing is not as unscrupulous as Yunjing. It suppresses gods and Buddhas. It is a world of warriors.
One of the duties of the palace supervisor is to register all the treasures in the world, and among these treasures, special attention should be paid to the gods.
As a master of the Baji Realm, he is extremely afraid of the power outside the void.
The old chamberlain said respectfully: "The statue enshrined by Lord Duan wears a string of Buddhist beads, which are Buddhist beads blessed by Master Fakong."
"Have Fakong seen this statue too?"
"This..." the old chamberlain said helplessly, "I don't dare to ask more questions."
"Let King Duan come over and bring the idol as well."
"yes."
"My son has met my father." King Duan entered the Humble Administrator's Hall proudly, tall and tall, and in high spirits.
He flicked his sleeves with a cool demeanor. When he saw the statue on the dragon table, he immediately smiled and said: "Father, this thing was presented by Li Ying, the deputy chief of the Green Clothes Department."
Chu Xiong glanced at Chu Hai: "Is this Li Ying a disciple of yours?"
King Duan Chu Hai said hurriedly: "She is a minister of the emperor father, so naturally she will only follow his father's lead."
"I still value her very much." Chu Xiong nodded.
Chu Hai was stunned. He didn't know what Chu Xiong meant. Did he think he was forming a clique for personal gain, or did he think Li Ying was a disciple of the Demon Sect?
"Okay." Chu Xiong said: "Li Ying is a rare talent. You must be good at using her and don't let it backfire on you."
"Father, don't worry." Chu Hai said hurriedly: "I understand that she is like a sword, it is easy to cut yourself, but it is indeed very useful."
As for Li Ying's bad temper, she always falls out with her, and her temper is even bigger than her own. How many people can stand her?
That is to say, he is broad-minded and can tolerate her. If it were another person, the King of England or King Yi, he would have kicked her out long ago.
Chu Xiong nodded: "It's rare for you to be able to tolerate her... What's going on with this statue?"
When Chu Hai heard what he said, he felt proud.
This Li Ying does have a bad temper, but what my father said is true, she is indeed an extremely capable general, one is worth a hundred.
He hurriedly told the origin of this statue.
Li Ying didn't hide it from him at first. The escort of the statue was a master of the Tianhai Sword Sect, and he failed to assassinate him. Then he felt that the power of the statue was strange, so he asked Fakong for help.
Fakong first saved two masters of the Tianhai Sword Sect, and then used Buddhist beads to suppress the power of the statue.
Chu Xiong's face was gloomy, he hummed and shook his head.
I ordered Xie Daochun to deliver the statue, but I didn't expect it to be delivered in this way.
The person who dared to assassinate Li Ying must be a top master, but he failed in Li Ying's hands, which also taught Xie Daochun a lesson.
Just pretend to be confused.
King Duan Chu Hai said: "Li Ying warned me before, so I didn't take the beads."
"Are you feeling itchy?" Chu Xiong asked with a smile.
Chu Hai chuckled twice, nodded and said, "It's true that I almost couldn't help it."
"How did you hold back in the end?"
"My son thought, Li Ying must have suffered a loss and tried all methods to no avail, so she invited Fakong for help. Li Ying is very resentful of Master Fakong, and would not spend a lot of money to ask for help unless it was absolutely necessary.
Master Dongfa Kong.”
"...It makes some sense." Chu Xiong nodded, looked at the Buddha statue on the dragon case, stretched out his hand and slowly touched the beads.