She really didn't like this puppet-like feeling, where everything seemed to be controlled and every move was manipulated.
I can only follow the path designated by him, I can't help myself, I can't do it on my own, it's useless even if I know it, I still have to go that way.
Fakong smiled and said, "Isn't Miss Song very dissatisfied?"
"What did the master say?"
"If you, Miss Song, saved Master Zhao, would you still feel dissatisfied?"
"..." Song Yuanyuan was silent.
He couldn't be sure that Senior Brother Zhao would stop taking action.
He is changing, and so is Senior Brother Zhao. They are both changing, and the friendship between them is also changing.
If it were Senior Brother Zhao in the past, he would surrender obediently whenever he loses his temper.
Now Senior Brother Zhao is different. It is really hard to predict whether he will give in and whether he will truly listen to his suggestions.
I have tried my best. If he still doesn't listen, then there is nothing I can do. I can't hurt Senior Brother Zhao, right?
Even if I practice the Nine Heavens Mysterious Goddess Skill, I still can't do this. The power of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Goddess Skills is not in fighting, but in the transformation of the body.
Fakong smiled and said: "Congratulations to Miss Song. Head Zhao returned to his trance and reined in his horse from the brink, saving his own life. This is also your credit, Miss Song."
"Don't dare!" Song Yuanyuan snorted.
She secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
I finally saved my life, and my efforts were not in vain.
Joy flowed in my heart for a while, but was soon replaced by unpleasantness, and my heart was filled with a strange unpleasantness.
After all, I am just a manipulated tool.
She raised her head to look at Fakong and said softly: "Master, can you see Brother Zhao's arrangement?"
Fa Kong nodded lightly.
Song Yuanyuan stared at him intently.
Fakong smiled: "You have disciples who have been lurking in Wangjiang Tower for several years. You have mastered a strange poison from overseas. Three kinds of flower fragrances that are colorless, odorless and poisonous. When mixed together, they will become a deadly poison. The whole Wangjiang Tower will be poisonous."
The guests in Jiang Tower have all been infected by two of them, and as soon as the third poison appears, they will all be infected."
Song Yuanyuan frowned and looked at him.
Fakong said: "I have also been poisoned by these two kinds of poisons."
"Poisoned? What the Grand Master said..." Song Yuanyuan was half-convinced.
The Grand Master is sensitive to poisoning. Once it is poisonous, he will definitely sense it. What's more, the Grand Master's cultivation is profound and he is not so easy to be poisoned.
Even if there is such a strange poison, if it is not used at the same time, two types are used first. By the time the third one is used, the original two types have already been excreted from the body.
Therefore, this poison is not that effective against the Grand Master.
Fakong smiled and said: "So this is a kind of strange poison. It will not be sensed by the Grand Master. After smelling the fragrance of these two flowers, the toxin will not be excreted from the body. Instead, it will condense in the blood and the blood will flow."
The faster you get it, the more stable it will be. When you smell the last flower fragrance, your blood will instantly coagulate. It attacks so quickly that you can't react. It's a rare and strange poison in the world."
He shook his head and said: "At this time, the masters of your Tianhai Sword Sect will come over and solve the problem with one sword. The guy from Wangjiang Tower left more than ten days ago. This method is indeed flawless."
Song Yuanyuan frowned and looked at him: "Master is really poisoned?"
Fakong nodded.
Song Yuanyuan said: "If you really smell the third kind of flower fragrance, will you really have an attack?"
Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.
Song Yuanyuan looked at him curiously.
Fakong said: "I have already eliminated him. If I hadn't known about it in advance, I might have been tricked."
Song Yuanyuan sighed.
Fakong smiled and said, "You think it's just a little bit worse, right?"
Song Yuanyuan nodded without hesitation.
Fakong said: "This is almost impossible to accomplish. If there is really a danger, I will sense it one day in advance."
Song Yuanyuan frowned and looked at him.
Fakong nodded: "This is the magical effect of clairvoyance."
Song Yuanyuan said thoughtfully: "So, it is impossible to rely on secret calculations."
"A plot is impossible." Fakong said: "If you want to kill him by force, I will avoid it."
"What if someone uses the master's method?" Song Yuanyuan smiled half-heartedly, with sarcasm on her lips.
From this point of view, the best way to deal with him is to use his close relatives to force him to accept the attack and kill him head-on.
Fakong smiled and said: "I will avoid this situation in advance."
"If the emperor wants to kill you, and an imperial decree declares you to enter the palace, will you not enter the palace?"
"No entry."
"Then issue an edict to punish the Vajra Temple."
Fakong smiled: "The emperor would not do this. He also has people he values, just like I did with Master Zhao."
Song Yuanyuan's bright eyes flashed and she chuckled: "Master, you are so despicable and shameless!"
Fakong smiled and said: "Despicable, shameless, upright, are all false, and it is not a good thing to be bound by them."
"High-sounding!" Song Yuanyuan sneered.
Fakong said: "Miss Song will be able to experience such a state of mind in the future. Do you still want to stay in the temple?"
"Master, don't you want to drive me away?" Song Yuanyuan said.
Fakong smiled and said, "Miss Song, you can stay or go as you like."
Song Yuanyuan stared at him with bright eyes: "If senior brother really takes action, will you kill him?"
Fakong smiled.
Song Yuanyuan couldn't see the smile in his eyes, which were as calm as water and calm, but it made her feel frightened and chilled.
Obviously, if Senior Brother Zhao really wants to continue with his plan, he will be killed.
"Miss Song, Master Zhao is already outside, go see him." Fakong said.
Song Yuanyuan frowned, turned around and left.
——
Zhao Qianjun stood more than ten meters outside the gate of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.
The believers who came to offer incense were forming a long queue, stretching to more than 100 meters away from Zhuque Avenue, chatting in groups of twos and threes.
Two young monks stood respectfully at the entrance of the temple, with lowered eyebrows and eyes, hands clasped together motionless, like two statues.
Just at this moment, two middle-aged men and a young woman hurried over. One man was carrying an unconscious old man on his back. The other middle-aged man and the woman ran closely behind each other, each supporting one arm of the old man to prevent him from falling.
He fell.
The middle-aged man carrying the old man was sweating profusely and running wildly. One of his shoes had fallen off, and his bare left foot was stained with blood, leaving blood marks everywhere he passed.
From a distance, the woman shouted loudly: "Master, help me, please help my dad!"
The two statue-like young monks opened their eyes suddenly, like four bolts of lightning shooting out.
One monk strode forward to greet him, while the other turned around and returned to the temple.
The young monk who came forward put his hand on the unconscious old man's back and helped him to a rectangular jade stone at the entrance of the temple.
This rectangular piece of white jade is about the size of a bed and is as warm and moist as jade, but it was obtained by believers themselves.
Placing it here is very convenient for critically ill patients who come to seek help.
Another young monk floated out lightly, holding a bowl of water in his hand. He came to the unconscious old man and poured the bowl of water into his mouth.
Watching the bowl of water being poured down, the three middle-aged men and women let out a long sigh of relief.
The two young monks held the wrists of the unconscious old man respectively, and after a moment, they put them down with satisfaction, placed them on the jade stone and lay down on them. Then they titheed the four of them, turned around and walked back to the temple.
After a while, the other two young monks reappeared on both sides of the temple entrance, continuing to stand motionless like statues with their eyes downcast.
"Dad! Dad!"
The woman had an ordinary appearance and was staring at the unconscious old man eagerly.
The old man's eyelids moved slowly, then slowly opened, looking at the three of them in confusion.
"Dad!" The woman suddenly burst into tears: "You scared me to death!"
The unconscious old man suddenly remembered, startling the three of them, and hurriedly supported him, but he pushed his hand away and stood up.
He turned around and looked around, found where he was, and smacked his lips: "Did I drink the divine water?"
"Dad, you drank a bowl of divine water just now, what happened to you?"
"Stroke." A middle-aged man whispered.
Another middle-aged man said dissatisfied: "You are already old, and I told you not to work in the fields. I told you not to work in the fields, but you didn't listen! Did you see it? ...If Xiaocui hadn't brought you food, you wouldn't have noticed it.
You're unconscious, what's wrong with that!"
If it is discovered later, the person may have been completely cold, and he is already eighty years old. There is no way to resurrect him after death.
Thinking of this, their hearts palpitated.
"Go, go, go, if I don't work, how about sitting around all day and waiting to die? It's better to die and go home! Don't embarrass yourself here!"
He turned around and walked away, his steps so swift and vigorous that the three middle-aged men and women had to follow him a few steps to keep up.
The believers who offered the incense shook their heads, laughed, and began to discuss.
This old man has saved his life. After returning, he will definitely continue to do this and will never be idle.
When it comes to such a father, the three children are helpless. The older they get, the more stubborn they become, and no one can stop him.
Fortunately, we were in Shenjing. If we were elsewhere and there was no divine water to save our lives, our fate would be dead.
These words made everyone nod their heads, and they were once again glad that they were in Shenjing.
Zhao Qianjun's face was gloomy.
There is no better invitation to buy people's hearts than this. This monk Fakong is really good at inviting people to buy people's hearts!
It's just a bowl of divine water. Monk Fakong may make people feel grateful without any effort at all.
There are not many disciples in Vajra Temple now, but in the future, which can be seen with the naked eye, there will definitely be many disciples.
More and more people will want to join the Vajra Temple and become fellow disciples of Monk Fakong.
If you can't worship in the Vajra Temple, you will fall back and worship in the Daxue Mountain, which can be regarded as a fellow disciple of Fakong.
Daxue Mountain will become stronger and stronger. How can Tianhai Sword Sect become the number one sect in the world?
This bald donkey Fakong must be eliminated!
His eyes flashed with cold light, quickly disappeared, and he raised his head to continue looking at the vicissitudes of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple.
Song Yuanyuan came to him lightly.
The incense pipers in line suddenly widened their eyes and stared blankly at Song Yuanyuan, who was dressed in an emerald green robe and looked like a fairy.
"Junior sister." Zhao Qianjun's eyes were gentle and he said softly: "It's my fault. Come back with me."
Song Yuanyuan looked at him calmly: "Senior brother, it's good for me to stay here. I won't go back for the time being."
"Junior sister——!" Zhao Qianjun whispered softly: "I promise you."
Song Yuanyuan whispered in his ear: "Senior brother, I will stay here to find out what he is and what he is."
She uses voice transmission to enter the secret.
Zhao Qianjun was startled, and then his eyes lit up.
Song Yuanyuan continued to use voice transmission to enter the secret: "He has only shown two or three points of his great ability. If you don't know it clearly, how can you possibly deal with him?"
Zhao Qianjun nodded slightly, but his face darkened and he stared at her.
"You don't have to come again." Song Yuanyuan snorted, turned around and left.
Zhao Qianjun gritted his teeth, flicked his sleeves, turned around and left.