Chu Xiong snorted: "If you don't let her be the master of the palace, I have to tell her about this. When the time comes, she won't blame you, but I won't be able to blame you!"
He didn't believe that Zhu Ni didn't want to be the master of the palace.
Every disciple of Shenwu Palace wants to be the master of the palace.
Palace Lord means glory and a life worth living. Who can resist?
Zhu Ni's original aptitude was not that outstanding. When she was sent there, it was just a casual move. I 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 art of sound killing requires too high qualifications. If you cannot practice it to a high enough level, it will lose all its power. However, if you want to practice it to a high enough level, you not only need enough qualifications, but also enough opportunities.
Therefore, her sound-killing skills are useless, and she herself is not taken seriously.
For her to become the Palace Master, I am afraid that she has never thought about it. It is a huge surprise and a huge temptation. If I don't believe that she can really resist it, even if the law and space persuade me, it will be useless.
People are not only rational, but also driven by emotions. Sometimes the emotions burst out with stronger and unstoppable driving force.
When the time comes, Fakong's obstruction will not only be ignored, but will also incur Zhu Ni's resentment. How will Fakong deal with it? She is Lin Feiyang's wife.
When he thought of this, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Fakong saw through what he was thinking and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, do you think she wants to become the master of the palace?"
"No one wants to." Chu Xiong said proudly.
The head of the Shenwu Mansion is a supreme honor, even more so than Sizheng of the Green Clothes Department and Sizheng of the Southern Supervision Department. He is the pillar of the country, how could he not think so.
Fakong smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you got it wrong."
"Impossible." Chu Xiong was confident: "Even if she says she doesn't want to, she's just saying it. In fact, she does want it in her heart. She's just suppressing it and trying to compromise."
Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.
If Chu Xiong insisted on this, it would be useless to say anything.
Chu Xiong hummed: "A woman's heart is unfathomable, and your clairvoyance may not be effective."
"That's what your Majesty says," Fa Kong no longer refuted or argued about this, and said with a smile, "The poor monk will leave."
"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, his eyes turned on his back, and he relaxed his breath, so that Chu Xiong would not make unwise actions in anger.
According to his own clairvoyance, Chu Xiong did not do anything unwise, but being so depressed was actually a big trouble. He had been accumulating anger and resentment, and he had been trying to find ways to get back.
Xu Zhijian was quickly transferred to the Southern Supervision Department, Ning Zhenzhen was also transferred back to Daqian, and Li Ying was reused. In short, she tried every means to make herself uncomfortable and tried every means.
He was doing it not for anything else but to breathe out a sigh of relief.
Therefore, sometimes Chu Xiong is not so rational and still acts emotionally.
Unless you really want to be cruel and depose Chu Xiong or push him down from the throne, you can only resolve it in advance to avoid the resentment from causing greater consequences and making yourself unhappy.
He withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of Dayong, towards Xiaomiaolian Temple.
Cultivating the great masters of other sects in Dayong, thus narrowing the gap with the Daimyolian Temple, seems to be a plot against the Daimyolian Temple, but in fact it is to break the situation and hinder King Chun's plan.
When several other sects came together to stand side by side with the Great Myoulien Temple, King Chun's plan was useless. Even if he became the abbot of the Great Myoulien Temple, he would not be able to achieve his goal of immortality.
This is the opportunity for King Ming and the vitality of the Great Myolian Temple.
His eyes fell on Monk Yuande, and he saw Monk Yuande following Monk Bencheng, sitting cross-legged in a pagoda, continuing to recite Buddhist scriptures.
He had been reciting it for four days and four nights, and Monk Bencheng had reached his limit, so he wanted to get away. He wanted to see if Monk Bencheng could get away from Monk Yuande.
Monk Yuande's cultivation is not as good as his own, but his cultivation in one body is amazing enough. What's more, he has practiced for one life in his previous life. If he accumulated two lifetimes, he must have hidden some amazing secrets and be able to perform extraordinary feats.
While he was observing, Monk Bencheng, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were introverted, as if they were empty and had no focus, and no light was shining out.
His figure suddenly became weak, becoming hazy like a figure in the water.
The figure swayed slightly, like the sway of a lake, and the figure swayed with it, becoming more and more unreal.
The next moment, Monk Yuande Heshi's palms suddenly parted, formed a strange mudra, and gently uttered one word: "Ding!"
The whole pagoda suddenly shook, like a bell being struck.
All the Buddha statues on the wall of the tower are trembling, as if all the Buddhas are drinking at the same time. The word "Ding" vibrates in the void, and the golden Sanskrit characters are faintly visible.
Monk Bencheng's illusory figure suddenly became real. His face turned pale and he looked at Monk Yuande in surprise.
Monk Yuande looked solemn, formed seals with his hands, and said calmly: "Uncle, you should continue to face the wall to wash your mind."
Monk Bencheng looked at his handprints and frowned: "Where did you learn this, nephew?"
"I got it from a chance encounter in the last life." Monk Yuande said calmly.
"I've never seen you use it before." Monk Bencheng said.
Monk Yuande said: "There is no need to use it yet."
"I have never seen such a wonderful skill before." Monk Bencheng looked at Monk Yuande and smiled: "This sound attack technique consumes a lot of money. You can't use it a few times, right?"
Monk Yuande said calmly: "It's more than enough to protect you, Uncle Master."
Monk Bencheng suddenly smiled and shook his head: "Very good, he is worthy of being the divine monk Yuande."
Monk Yuande frowned and stared at him. He felt that Monk Bencheng had changed a bit. It seemed that he was no longer the original Monk Bencheng. There seemed to be a strange aura flowing around him.
His expression gradually became solemn, he took out a string of Buddhist beads from his sleeve and handed them to Monk Bencheng: "Uncle Master, please hold these beads."
Monk Bencheng frowned and looked at him and then at the beads.
Monk Yuande handed the beads forward: "Uncle Master."
Monk Bencheng smiled and said: "Isn't this your prayer bead? ... Well, it belongs to Master Fakong?"
"Yes." Monk Yuande nodded solemnly.
Monk Bencheng sighed and said: "Master Fakong..."
Monk Yuande once again handed the beads forward: "Master! Uncle!"
Monk Bencheng smiled and said: "What is the magic use of this Buddhist bead? Is it to restrain me?"
Monk Yuande said: "Uncle Master, you will know once you try it."
"...That's all." Monk Bencheng reached out and took the beads.
Monk Yuande looked tense, but the Buddhist beads showed no reaction.
This means there is no external evil.
Monk Bencheng smiled and said: "There doesn't seem to be any reaction. These beads are not meant to fool people, right?"
Monk Yuande breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Uncle Bencheng, Prince Chun cannot kill him."
Monk Bencheng smiled: "There are people in the world who cannot be killed? Anyone with karma can be killed, no matter who they are."
Monk Yuande said: "Uncle Master, have you ever thought about the consequences?"
Monk Bencheng said: "If you think about the consequences in everything, then nothing will be accomplished. If you think about the consequences in everything, why should I practice the Karma Knife?"
"Uncle Master..."
"Amitabha." Monk Bencheng hung the beads on his wrist, closed his eyes and remained motionless, entering samadhi again.
Fa Kong smiled when he saw this.
The two of them studied Monk Yuande's sound attack technique together, fully comprehending its secrets and helping Monk Yuande reach his current level.