"Master, this is what you want." Li Yingying raised her white face and smiled lightly: "I wonder if Master is satisfied?"
Fakong took it, put it in his sleeve, and nodded gently: "Okay, after dinner, we will go see the corpses of the assassins."
Li Ying smiled: "I didn't eat either."
"Let me invite Young Master Li." Fakong said.
Li Ying smiled: "Then I'm welcome."
Fakong smiled and shook his head, indicating that there was no need to be polite, and turned around and said: "Lin Feiyang, order another table of dishes for Young Master Li and arrange a table."
"Yes." Lin Feiyang responded solemnly.
He stood up and stretched out his hand: "Young Master Li, please!"
The smile on Li Ying's face froze for a moment, then turned into a bigger smile and let out a giggle.
She shook her head and smiled: "Okay, thank you very much, Master!"
She got up and followed Lin Feiyang to a table by the window, two tables away from Fakong's table.
Li Ying sat down.
Lin Feiyang said: "Young Master Li, the craftsmanship of this Chaotianlou restaurant is quite good. How about I recommend some dishes to you?"
"Okay." Li Ying stuck her white jade hand out of the window and waved it gently.
Li Zhu and Zhou Tianhuai quickly came upstairs.
Li Zhu was as burly as a bear. When he stepped on the stairs, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.
Zhou Tianhuai quickly glanced at Fakong and then looked at Li Ying. Seeing the smile on Li Ying's face, he felt baffled.
But things should be done.
This is not easy.
This Void Fetal Breathing Sutra is the private treasure of the Taoist master. It is extremely treasured and hidden in a place where he thinks he will never be discovered.
This time the young master really pulled out his teeth, and it took a lot of effort to snatch it.
For this reason, the Taoist master was already angry and threatened to sever the relationship between father and daughter from now on and disown his daughter.
The young master spent so much effort on this Void Fetal Breath Sutra, but he had no intention of telling Master Fakong.
This is the temper of the young master, and it is also something that makes people admire him.
Lin Feiyang told the waiter a few dishes, then returned to sit down opposite Fakong.
While Fakong was eating, he would look up from time to time. His eyes were like ancient pools. Every time the waiter came over, he would glance at the waiter.
The waiter thought it was weird at first, but after serving the food a few times, he became calm and felt that the monk was just weird.
As for monks, being weird is not unusual at all, it is quite normal.
The waiter was used to it, but Li Ying noticed something strange and looked around thoughtfully.
She became curious about this Chaotian Building.
Fakong would not come to this restaurant for no reason. As far as she knew, they had reserved a seat at Guanyun Tower for a year.
This is the method of the Demon Sect.
Eyes and ears are everywhere and it is impossible to guard against it.
This Chaotian Tower does not have the eyes and ears of the Demon Sect, at least not the eyes and ears of Can Tiandao.
She had heard the reason before.
The rules of this Chaotianlou restaurant are very strange. They don't accept anyone with martial arts skills, and no waiter is allowed to have martial arts skills.
How can any of the disciples of the Demon Sect be incompetent in demonic arts?
And it's just a restaurant, so there's no need to give up your martial arts skills to sneak in. It's not worth paying such a high price.
After dinner, Fakong ordered a pot of wine, drank slowly, and waited for Li Ying.
Li Ying did not eat in a hurry because Fakong finished eating, but still chewed slowly and carefully.
Li Zhu and Zhou Tianhuai also slowed down and accommodated her until she was full. They took out their silk handkerchiefs and wiped the corners of their mouths, then quickly put down their chopsticks.
Everyone went down to Chaotian Tower together.
After Fakong was a hundred meters away, he suddenly turned around and took a look.
Li Ying walked side by side with him: "Master, are you interested in this restaurant?"
"Young Master Li, do you know the details of this Chaotian Building?"
"Chaotian Sect's other courtyard?"
"Young Master Li is indeed well-informed."
"Not as good as your three major sects." Li Ying smiled lightly.
"Young Master Li is really too modest. The current ears and eyes of the three major sects do not have the spirit of the Six Paths of the Demon Sect."
"...Our eyes and ears are among the people, not above the court." Li Ying said: "It is far inferior to the intricate connections of the three major sects."
Fakong smiled.
He didn't believe this.
The Demon Sect is now being reused by the imperial court, so it naturally has many eyes and ears. Moreover, there are many disciples of the Demon Sect among the servants in the palaces of the imperial officials and even among the imperial guards.
"Master, what's wrong with Chaotian Sect?"
"It is said to be a sect founded by the survivors of Dayi."
"Well, that's true, but those survivors are almost all dead. Who among their descendants still knows what the Great Yi is like, so naturally they don't have the intention."
"This is probably why the imperial court ignores them."
"Exactly."
The two chatted, and under the leadership of Li Ying, they arrived at a mansion where eight young men in green were guarding the mansion.
They came to the ice cellar below.
In the cold ice cellar, the bodies of six assassins lay in six ice coffins, showing no signs of decay.
Li Ying said: "Master, if these six corpses are not put into ice coffins or ice cellars, they will not rot. It should be because they practice strange mental methods, which are very similar to the mental methods of your Vajra Temple."
As far as she knows, the mental method of Vajra Temple has such a wonderful effect. Once a disciple of Vajra Temple dies, his body will be immortal for a short period of time.
Those with profound cultivation, such as those of the first grade, can remain immortal for at least one year, just as if they were asleep.
The martial arts sects speculate that it is related to their indestructible magical power.
Fakong nodded.
He remained calm and pretended to see these six people for the first time.
These six people were the same ones who were monitoring Li Yuezheng in Prince Chun's Mansion. They came over to assassinate Li Yuezheng with full confidence, thinking that they would escape unscathed, but they didn't expect to run into Master Murong, a great master.
Lin Feiyang curled his lips secretly.
Could this Li Ying be insinuating that these people are related to the Vajra Temple?
Fa Kong would not think so much.
The mentality of these people is very different from the mentality of Vajra Temple. At least they are all feminine and incompatible with Vajra Temple.
His eyes suddenly became blank, his empty gaze fell on a corpse, and he used his destiny power.
Li Ying's starry eyes were shining, staring at Fa Kong.
She is extremely curious about magical powers and wants to find out what their magical uses are and how magical they can be.
The magical powers recorded in Buddhist classics can be described as miraculous.
Are Fakong's supernatural powers the same as those recorded in the classics?
Is it stronger than what is recorded in the classics, or is it less powerful?
Fa Kong quickly finished his search and closed his eyes.
After a moment, he opened his eyes: "I saw several scenes. One is the person who provided them with information, and the other is the person who gave them orders. Get a pen and paper, and I will draw it."
Li Ying perked up: "Li Zhu."
Li Zhu rushed out in a hurry.
Fakong's eyes became blank again, and he looked at the second corpse, then the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth corpses.
Finally, his dazed eyes gradually cleared up, and he walked out of the ice cellar without saying a word.
In the small pavilion outside the ice cellar, Li Zhu has already ground the ink.
Fa Kong put up his pen and drew three pictures in one go. He blew it gently and handed it to Li Ying in two batches: "These two people are delivering the news to them. This person was the one who gave them the order in the first place."
The person who gave the order was the silver-browed manager in Prince Chun's Mansion.
"Master, does he know which sect of assassins they are?"
"If what I see is correct, they are from Dayong." Fakong shook his head and said, "Look at this person's attire."
He pointed to the manager of Prince Chun's Mansion.
He had seen through his clairvoyance that the steward of Prince Chun's Mansion had silver eyebrows, was tall and burly, had a feminine temperament, and had a pleasant voice.
Of course, he ignored it afterwards.
I originally thought that I would use my celestial eye to look around when I had time in the future, and even used that small courtyard as a coordinate to expand my gaze to the entire Prince Chun Mansion to observe Prince Chun.
But after coming back, I have been busy with all kinds of things and overwhelmed with all kinds of things, so I put them aside for the time being.
Anyway, King Chun is too far away from me and cannot be hit with eight poles, so there is no need to worry too much about him.
If you observe too much, you may get closer to each other.
Sometimes things in the world are so strange, and the laws of the world are so strange. The more you pay attention to someone, the faster you will get closer to that person, and eventually get involved.
"Dayong..." Li Ying frowned and said, "Why did Dayong want to assassinate Wang Qingshan?... Weird."
Fakong pointed to two of them again: "Young Master Li, do you recognize these two?"
Li Ying looked at the two middle-aged men carefully.
Fakong's painting skills are amazing, lifelike, almost like a photo. After all, he studied sketching hard in his previous life and has a profound foundation in painting.
Li Ying turned to look at Fakong: "Master, what do you mean by this?"
"If my prediction is correct, these two are disciples of the Demon Sect." A smile appeared on Fakong's lips.
"Impossible!" Li Zhu shouted from the side.
Faning turned around and looked at him with a smile: "Why is it impossible?"
"How could I, a disciple of the Demon Sect, harm a disciple of the Demon Sect!" Li Zhu said in a deep voice.
Fakong smiled without saying a word and looked at Li Ying.
This is too false.
The six demon sects were at odds with each other and fought fiercely.
Li Ying said in a deep voice: "Which sect do you think the master is a disciple of?"
"You can go ask Diaoyue Dao." Fakonghe Shiyi said: "Young Master Li, something has happened here. I, the poor monk, should leave first."
He turned around and left.
Li Ying hurriedly said: "Master..."
"Can Young Master Li still go to Dayong to avenge Wang Qingshan?" Fakong kept walking: "Instead of going to Dayong to avenge him, it is better to investigate this person who is colluding with foreign enemies."
Li Ying's white melon face was covered with a layer of frost, her starry eyes twinkled, and she pursed her cherry lips tightly.
"Young Master..." Li Zhu said hurriedly: "What he said may not be true. I believe that the masters of Diaoyue Dao would not do such a thing."
He felt that no matter how fierce the fight between the six realms was, they were like brothers Yan Qiang and would never collude with foreign enemies.
Zhou Tianhuai shook his head: "Diaoyue Dao and Chenghai Dao are at odds with each other, and they should be extremely wary of Wang Qingshan. They may not be able to kill someone with a borrowed knife and go along with the flow."
"Hall Master Zhou..." Li Zhu still didn't believe it.
Li Ying frowned: "Shut up."
Li Zhu closed his mouth unconvinced.
Li Ying said calmly: "Why don't we just come and ask them!... Hall Master Zhou, please check them two."
She handed the two portraits to Zhou Tianhuai.
"Yes, young master." Zhou Tianhuai took it with both hands.
Li Ying waved her hand.
Zhou Tianhuai and Li Zhu said goodbye and left.
Li Ying stood in the small pavilion in the small courtyard, looking up at the dusk sky with a gloomy expression.
An hour later, when the lanterns first came on, the small courtyard was still dark.
Li Ying stood in the black, her black shirt blending into the night.
"Young Master." Zhou Tianhuai and Li Zhu came hand in hand, their faces solemn.
"Say." Li Ying waved her hand.
Li Zhu floated up and flew up, his body as tall as a bear appeared extremely light and agile, and lit up the lanterns hanging on the eaves one by one.
The small courtyard suddenly became brightly lit.
The small pavilion is especially bright.
The light shone on her fair face, as if she had been coated with a layer of rouge, making her look delicate and charming.
"Young Master, these two do belong to Diaoyue Dao."
"Um?"
"But they are all dead." Zhou Tianhuai sighed: "They committed suicide and their bodies have been burned."