He knew that Fa Kong and Prince Xin were very close.
The survivors of the previous dynasty were too sensitive and involved the country and the country. Once the court found out about this, it would definitely be a shocking case.
Anyone who has anything to do with the Kunshan Holy Cult will probably end well. I don’t know how many officials will be implicated. In the least case, they will be dismissed from office, and in the worst case, their homes will be confiscated and their families will be exterminated.
Even if Prince Xin is in charge of the nine admirals, as a prince, he will still be unavoidable, let alone Master Fakong.
When the time comes, if Master Fakong is implicated, it will be useless even with the title of Dharma Master. The Emperor can also take back the plaque written by the Emperor.
Not to mention that Master Fakong is not yet a Grand Master, even a Grand Master cannot overcome the storm, let alone the Vajra Temple.
Sima Xun felt that he was reciprocating the favor.
Let Fakong prepare early. It is best to cut off relations with King Xin and alienate him as early as possible.
Fakong frowned.
When he first looked at the fate of King Xin, he saw that it involved the survivors of the Dayi, and that the survivors of the Dayi were fake. If it involved the Holy Cult of Kunshan, then the survivors of the Dayi were really not fake.
There were also rumors in Shenjing that Wang Xin was having an affair with the survivors of the Great Yi.
In this way, there may be no reason for the rumors to come out of nowhere?
"This time I almost suffered the same brutal death as my senior brother," Sima Xun said solemnly: "You can know that the Holy Cult of Kunshan has enmity with our Tianhai Sword Sect."
"If they are really remnants of the previous dynasty, they have a deep hatred for our three major sects." Fakong said.
The final collapse of the Great Yi was due to the fact that the Demon Sect was jointly annihilated by the three major sects. The Demon Sect was injured and unable to protect the Royal Family of the Great Yi.
If the Kunshan Holy Sect is a remnant of the previous dynasty, I am afraid that the three major sects have a deep hatred for the Kunshan Holy Sect.
Those who have no hatred are the Demon Sect.
"That's right." Sima Xun said in a deep voice: "So I feel that this matter can no longer be kept secret. It needs to be known to all three of our sects and the three sects can work together. It's just that our Tianhai Sword Sect has some difficulty in dealing with them."
"Kunshan Holy Cult..." Fakong shook his head.
I originally wanted to hide away, but the disciples of Kunshan Holy Cult are too fanatical and take sacrifice and dedication as their own duty, so it is better not to get involved.
But if they are really the survivors of the Great Yi, they can't hide even if they want to, and they will never let go of the three major sects.
How could I, an eminent monk of the Snow Mountain Sect, avoid their gaze?
"Master, be very careful with them." Sima Xun said: "These guys are not afraid of death. If they get mixed up among the pilgrims and suddenly attack..."
Fa Kong looked solemn and nodded slowly.
"Master, I will take my leave then." Sima Xunhe said.
The law is empty and there is no retention.
He paced around the Life Release Pond with his hands folded, then returned to the Lotus Pond and looked up at Monk Huiling: "Uncle Master, have you ever heard of the Holy Cult of Kunshan?"
Monk Huiling was lying on the crossbar that was used to ring the bell, squinting his eyes slightly and said lazily: "I haven't heard of them, but they... shouldn't be scary."
"Not something to be afraid of?"
Monk Huiling said lazily: "It's just a small matter, it can't cause any big trouble."
"Assassinating a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect is no small matter, right, uncle?"
The three major disciples who can come to Shenjing to serve in the imperial court are by no means ordinary disciples, and each of the three major disciples is unusual.
Even one death is a huge loss.
This is different from the Demon Sect.
The Demon Sect casts a wide net to attract many fish and has many disciples, while the three major sects prefer to have few and only take talented people.
The death of ten Demon Sect disciples or even a hundred Demon Sect disciples is not worth the huge loss of one disciple of the three major sects.
"They just carried out assassinations to vent their hatred for the subjugation of the country." Monk Huiling supported his head with his left hand and lay on his side: "There are many survivors of the previous dynasty like this, including their family. Today, the people's hearts are stable.
It can't cause any trouble."
"What if the emperor is assassinated?"
"Hehe..." Monk Huiling sneered disdainfully and curled his lips: "Them? They can't even enter the Forbidden Palace, so what can they do to assassinate them?"
"Then does our Daxueshan Sect know about the Kunshan Holy Cult?"
Monk Huiling didn't take it seriously: "There are so many sects that hate our three major sects, not to mention the Demon Sect. There are also many sects of those remnants of the previous dynasty, not least the Holy Sect of Kunshan... Disciples of our three major sects
There is no need to remind you of this. When traveling in the world, you must be careful about sneak attacks and plots. If there is no Kunshan Holy Cult, there will be other holy religions and sects."
Fakong nodded slowly: "Master, what other sects were founded by the survivors of the previous dynasty?"
"That's a lot." Monk Huiling said lazily: "Like Chaotian Sect, Chixueya, Feilong Villa, etc., too many to count."
"so much……"
"They are all working behind closed doors. How long has it been? They are still living in the former dynasty. In fact, this world is no longer what it used to be. They are stubborn and refuse to change. After all, they will be washed away by time. Look at which one has become a success.
of?"
"Are there any Chaotian Sect disciples in Shenjing?"
Monk Huiling said: "Although Chaotian Tower is not as famous as Guanyun Tower, it is also a large restaurant. It is the property of Chaotian Sect. It should be responsible for collecting news from Shenjing."
"I want to know a thing or two," Fakong said.
He wanted to see if the Chaotian Sect and the Kunshan Holy Sect were also related. They were both remnants of the previous dynasty, so maybe they were related.
More importantly, he wanted to find out whether all the remaining sects of the previous dynasty were so fanatical, or whether only the disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult were so fanatical.
He always felt that Monk Huiling underestimated the Holy Cult of Kunshan. The Holy Cult of Kunshan was not that simple.
When Fakong returned to his yard, he had already put aside all external affairs, immersed himself in his own world, and allowed himself to enter an absolutely peaceful state of mind.
In this state, the spiritual light flashes faster and more, making it easier to find a way to crack Master Murong's Memory Pearl.
One night passed, and even after twelve days in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda, there was still nothing to do.
He finally concluded that it was probably because he failed to reach the first level, so he could not obtain the first level Memory Pearl.
But when I was only at the fourth or fifth level, I could obtain Gu Xinxian, the second-level memory pearl.
Is this the difference between Yipin?
This is a paradox.
The purpose of obtaining the memory pearl of a first-level master is to step into the first level, learn from his experience, and find shortcuts.
If you have to become a first-class person to obtain a first-class memory pearl, what's the need now that you've become a first-class person?
In the early morning, he got out of bed and stretched himself into the yard.
The chirping of birds in the back mountain is clear and sweet.
The fresh air penetrates the nostrils and relaxes the alveoli.
He couldn't help but feel refreshed.
Open your mind.
Xu Qingluo and Zhou Yang were practicing in the pagoda garden. They were both wearing gray outfits, full of energy, and their faces were flushed.
Faning was hoeing aside, glancing at the two from time to time, correcting their actions, or reciting formulas they needed to pay attention to.
Lin Feiyang was busy in the kitchen in full swing.
The three of Yuan Sheng Yuan Ye Yuan Deng are doing morning classes in the Main Hall.
In front of the gate of King Kong Villa, Cheng Jia and her group of embroiderers from Mingyue Embroidery House have already lined up, followed by a long queue of about a hundred people.
Cheng Jia and the others felt that they were in excellent condition practicing here at the King Kong Villa and their cultivation speed was faster than usual.
Those pilgrims actually know when the doors open, but they come early.
Half of the purpose is to see the embroiderers in Mingyue Embroidery House. Although their faces cannot be clearly seen, looking at their graceful and graceful figures is pleasing to the eye and will improve your mood throughout the day.
The other half of the purpose is to chat.
This has become a good place to talk and chat.
Once the door is opened, everyone offers incense and then goes home, each busy with his or her own business, and has no time to chat.
While chatting here, having the common identity of pilgrims at Kongang Temple brings us closer to each other, and we can talk openly. We can communicate with each other and hear various gossips.
The breakfast stalls on both sides of Zhuque Avenue have opened.
Various fragrances mix with the mist of autumn morning, forming a unique and refreshing smell of fireworks.
Fakong retracted his mind, came to the courtyard, and slowly and leisurely performed a set of Arhat Boxing.
At this time, Sima Xun was practicing swordplay in a small courtyard.
The sword light formed a vast expanse of white, and neither the sword light nor his figure could be seen, only like mist and smoke.
"Buzz..." A layer of ripples suddenly appeared on the blade of the sword, and the white mist suddenly disappeared, revealing his figure.
Sima Xun smiled.
This time, I broke through and stood up again, and achieved great enlightenment. I stepped into the pinnacle of Shenyuan Realm in one fell swoop, and I have already seen the hope of a great master.
At this time, Li Ying, dressed in black, was in the small pavilion in her courtyard, frowning and staring at Li Zhu.
Li Zhu, who was as burly as a bear, shrank back, scratched his head and said sheepishly: "Young Master, this is how the Taoist replied. There's nothing I can do about it."
It’s useless to look at me.
It's impossible for me to change Taoist Master's mind.
Li Ying said coldly: "What a stingy person!"
Li Zhu smiled and thought this sentence was too insightful.
When he saw Li Ying's cold gaze coming over, she quickly suppressed her smile, straightened her chest, and didn't look sideways.
Zhou Tianhuai said thoughtfully: "Young Master, since the Taoist master does not agree, we have no choice but to ask Ning Sicheng for help."
Li Zhu hurriedly said: "Young Master, have you heard about it?"
Li Ying said coldly: "What's the point of selling it? Let it go!"
Li Zhu laughed hurriedly and said with a flattering smile: "Young Master, the news I just heard is that the foreign minister Xicheng was killed yesterday! ... The two guys he targeted committed suicide. What's even more ridiculous is that one of them committed suicide.
One of the servants suddenly transformed and almost killed the stinking Sima Xun with his eyes upward!"
Zhou Tianhuai said slowly: "The servant was hiding deep and suddenly used the secret technique of killing both jade and stone. Sima Xun was seriously injured and was almost certain to die. At the critical moment, Master Fakong took action and cast a Buddhist spell to save his life."
"Master Fakong, hey!" Li Zhu was dissatisfied: "I can save people, but I can't find the murderer? I think it's because Sima Xun is from the Tianhai Sword Sect! The three major sects have the same spirit, and Wang Qingshan is
Cheng Hai is from our Demon Sect, so..."
Zhou Tianhuai said slowly: "It's possible. Young Master, it seems that the only option is for Ning Sicheng."
Li Ying shook her head.
She had seen Ning Zhenzhen, who looked soft and weak, but had a strong and pure will that could not be shaken.
This will also lead to Fakong's resentment and make things more difficult to handle.
We can only treat Fakong with sincerity, and we can no longer use these tactics.
She snorted: "I'm going back today to meet that stingy old man!"
"yes."
The two of them responded hurriedly and solemnly.
They could predict that there would be another fierce battle between father and daughter, and the Taoist would be the loser in the end.
No matter how heroic the Taoist master is, he can't defeat the young master.
Sure enough, in the evening, under the setting sun, Li Ying appeared in Chaotian Tower, came to Fakong's seat and sat down.
She took out a purple wooden box from Luo Xiu and gently pushed it to Fakong.
Fakong raised his eyebrows.
He had already seen what was in the purple wooden box. It was a thick volume with a strange material. It was neither paper nor cloth, but seemed to be made of silver and silk.
There are five big characters written on it: "The Void Fetal Breathing Sutra". The words are ancient and vigorous, and the power is felt through the back of the paper.