Fakong nodded slightly, pretending to know nothing.
Zhou Yang was not interested in this and sat by the window, looking at the people downstairs outside the window.
Xu Qingluo, on the other hand, stared at Li Ying with bright eyes and listened carefully.
Li Ying looked at Xu Qingluo and smiled at her: "Miss Qingluo, why do you think he wanted to assassinate the fourth son of Prince Yi?"
Of course she knew Xu Qingluo, Fa Kongshou's registered disciple.
"Hmm..." Xu Qingluo tilted her head and thought for a while, then said slowly: "Prince Yi's fourth son doesn't seem to care much and doesn't cause trouble, so it shouldn't be a personal grudge. The assassination of the Ziyang Pavilion master should be Dayong's idea. ...Why did Dayong want to kill such an insignificant prince? It should be to anger Prince Yi, why should he anger Prince Yi? Is it to let Prince Yi vent his anger on the Kunshan Holy Cult? Or vent it on..."
Her bright eyes gradually brightened, and she said softly: "I understand, Dayong wants to muddy the waters in our Daqian and make the two princes fight more fiercely. Prince Yi is pregnant with the pain of losing his son, so of course he will be more ruthless. Then, The other prince can't show weakness, so...but now the emperor is still here, how can we let them make a fuss?"
Li Ying looked at Xu Qingluo in surprise.
Xu Qingluo thought thoughtfully: "Looking at their purpose, let's see what happens next. If something happens to Prince Ying's eldest son, once Prince Ying's eldest son is also assassinated, then..."
She shook her head gently: "I'm afraid the emperor can't suppress it either."
"What a poisonous trick!" Faning couldn't help but snorted.
Originally, King Yi and King Ying were fighting openly and secretly, and the two factions fought fiercely in the court, refusing to give in to each other, creating a chaotic atmosphere.
Now if we anger each other and kill each other, I don't know how many people will be unlucky, the court will be more chaotic, it will definitely affect the people, and even shake the foundation of Daqian.
Xu Qingluo smiled: "Uncle, this is just the most basic. If we are more ruthless and assassinate the two princes next, it would be best if we don't succeed. Then it will be a life-and-death struggle. Then we assassinate the emperor. Then the whole world Once you do it, it will become completely lively!”
"It's impossible to assassinate the emperor." Fan Ning shook his head.
He had already heard what Fa Kong said.
The emperor is truly the number one master of Daqian, but because he is in the Forbidden Palace, few people in the martial arts know this fact.
"Uncle Master, nothing is impossible." Xu Qingluo said with a smile: "If Dayong colludes with Kunshan Holy Cult, people from Kunshan Holy Cult will assassinate the emperor. Even if the assassination cannot be done, it will be enough if they can hurt the emperor. If no one in the court can control the two princes, it will be enough for them to cause chaos."
"Miss Qingluo, how old are you this year?" Li Ying looked at Fakong.
Fakong shook his head and smiled.
This is talent, right? Xu Qingluo's talent is all in her head, especially conspiracy.
If you have half the martial arts qualifications, you don’t need to eat Taiyin fruit every day.
Li Ying said: "They haven't used the following tricks yet, and they may not have used them yet, but they should still be on guard."
If you report these speculations, you can still make a contribution.
This speculation is too shocking.
The green-clad insider has been tracking down the assassin’s purpose and the mastermind behind it, because this assassin is too difficult to figure out which sect the Five Elements Sect is.
The green-clad insiders only stared at the assassin, but ignored what was going to happen in the future, and did not speculate on Dayong Ziyang Pavilion's next move.
Of course, this is not the responsibility of Green Insider.
"Miss Qingluo, come to our green underwear department." Li Ying smiled and said, "Sicheng will definitely not refuse you to join."
"These few times, I'm far worse than Master." Xu Qingluo waved her little hands in embarrassment.
I am just picking up the wisdom from my master.
My own imagination and insight are nothing compared to Master's and are not worth mentioning.
It's just that Master never showed it, only occasionally said a few words in private, and every word contained amazing wisdom.
Li Ying became more and more satisfied: "It's even more rare to be open-minded."
Young people are prone to arrogance, especially geniuses. When they see the mediocrity and incompetence of the people around them, they will involuntarily feel arrogant and unable to restrain themselves.
This is human nature.
It is difficult for such a young child to go against his nature, but Xu Qingluo is able to do it, which can be said to be a wizard among wizards.
"Young Master Li, I'm so immodest." Xu Qingluo said, "I'm just telling the truth."
"Understood." Li Ying nodded.
Xu Qingluo shook her head, knowing that she didn't believe it at all.
Everyone underestimated Master and only thought that Master relied on magical powers.
The waiter served the food and the two tables were almost filled at the same time. Li Ying stopped talking and started to focus on eating, her movements were elegant and calm.
The same goes for Fa Kong.
Lin Feiyang felt a little awkward.
When Li Ying and the others are on the side, they can't speak so freely, so they have to be careful lest they hear the secret.
He lowered his voice and said: "I heard a lot of people slandering you, monk, saying that you are using witchcraft to deceive people. The divine water is just an anesthetic. Temporarily relieving the condition is just an illusion. In fact, it will aggravate the condition and turn a serious illness into a critical illness.
It will hasten your death, so it’s best not to drink it.”
Fakong nodded slightly.
Don't take it seriously.
If you want to destroy people's jobs, of course you have to be prepared to be slandered. How can those eminent monks and miraculous doctors just sit there and wait for death?
"Some guys even have people pretend to be patients, come to other hospitals to ask for the divine water, and then secretly spit out the divine water and take them out."
"Leave it to them."
"They must have done some research to find out what's in the sacred water. It's really shameless to copy what happened."
"Let's go to camp."
"You really don't care about them? Do you let them talk nonsense?"
"Um."
"If you want to take care of it, we actually have a way." Lin Feiyang said: "As long as you mobilize the pilgrims to help, everyone in the capital will know that you will hold a blessing ceremony."
The number of pilgrims now is no longer what it used to be. From morning to evening, there is an endless stream of pilgrims offering incense.
"No need." Fakong shook his head.
Lin Feiyang was extremely puzzled.
You can obviously suppress these slanders and boost your reputation, so why do you have to do nothing? Why do you have to slander people all over the world?
Fakong said: "The prayer ceremony is like ferrying people onto a boat. Some people believe those words and don't get on the boat. Those who don't believe those words and believe me get on the boat. That's all."
"...I'm afraid there will be too few people on board." Lin Feiyang said.
Fakong smiled: "It doesn't matter."
Li Ying put down her chopsticks, wiped her jade hands and corners of her mouth with a snow handkerchief, and said with a smile: "Master's statement is really novel."
Fakong smiled.
My purpose is still for the believers. Those who believe in slander show that their faith is not strong and they are destined not to be believers.
Their life and death are none of their business.
I am here to save people, not to ask for help.
It is simply ridiculous for the rescuer to beg others to come over.
"Thump, thump, thump," amidst the rapid and heavy footsteps, a burly young man strode up to the third floor.
Going up the stairs, he looked around with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and saw Li Ying hurriedly approaching, cupping her fists and saying, "Miss Li, it's not good."
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the heat from his body surged out, and everyone around him felt the heat coming over him.
"Brother Lu, what happened?" Li Ying put down her wine glass and motioned for him to speak slowly, don't be impatient.
Lu Dongchuan hurriedly said: "The third son of the King of England was assassinated."
"Um?"
"Just now, on White Tiger Avenue." Lu Dongchuan said hurriedly: "The assassin has escaped now!"
"The Third Prince of England is dead?"
"I just breathed my last!"
"Is it poison?"
Lu Dongchuan shook his head: "It's not poison, it's a sword. It pierces the heart directly and crushes it. Even the Great Luo Immortal can't save it."
Li Ying's face was covered with a layer of frost. She turned to look at Fakong and said, "Master, I hope you will come to rescue me!"
Fakong was about to shake his head.
Li Ying said: "I know you can save him, Master. Even if his heart is crushed, he can be brought back by the rejuvenation spell. I hope Master will be merciful!"
Fa Kong frowned.
Faning whispered: "Senior brother, saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, so it is better to save the crown prince of the King of England."
Li Ying's starry eyes were shining, staring at him with a look of pleading.
Fakong shook his head: "I'm not sure either."
"I hope Master will be merciful!" Li Ying bowed deeply, bending almost to the top of her feet.
Fakong flicked the sleeves of his cassock, straightened her upright, sighed and said, "That's it, let's give it a try."
His eyes suddenly became dark and he looked in the direction of Baihu Avenue.
In the middle of Baihu Avenue, a group of guards formed a two-tiered siege, surrounding a heroic young man lying on the ground.
Two middle-aged men were holding the shoulders and Dantian of the heroic young man Chu Jing, the third son of the King of England, respectively, and were desperately trying to save his vitality.
Unfortunately, after his heart was broken, Chu Jing's body turned into a sieve, and the rapid loss of vitality could not be stopped.
No matter how hard the two masters tried, they couldn't keep him. They could only watch Chu Jing's eyes dimming rapidly.
"Alas!" A middle-aged man with a thoughtful face took his hands off Chu Jing's shoulders and shook his head dejectedly.
Another handsome middle-aged man with a sullen face pressed his palms to Chu Jing's Dantian, still continuously injecting vitality, allowing the vitality to stimulate blood and promote blood circulation.
But his blood was still slowing down rapidly. Even though his vitality was getting stronger and stronger, he still didn't pay attention to the matter.
"What should I do? What should I do?" The middle-aged man who gave up in despair murmured: "The magic pill is useless, the magical power is useless, what should I do?"
The handsome middle-aged man gritted his teeth and had a livid face as he continued to spend his energy, feeling that he was on the verge of exhaustion.
The Third Prince's body seemed to be a bottomless pit. No matter how much energy he continued to pour into it, it was still useless.
He knew it was useless, but he also knew there was no other way.
Either watching the Third Prince's body become cold or stiff, or trying his best to hold on to a glimmer of hope.
Maybe the third prince, a lucky man and a god, can really come back to life.
"Sun Zongfeng, I heard that Master Fakong has become very famous recently. It is said that the sacred water in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple is extremely miraculous and can heal people's bones. Why not give it a try." A guard suddenly said.
"Yes." Another guard nodded: "My grandfather will be dead soon. He took a sip of the divine water and is in great spirits now."
"Yes, Shenshui Shenshui!" The middle-aged man gave up and slapped his hands fiercely. In a flash, he got out of the circle formed by the guards and disappeared.
The middle-aged Junyi gritted his teeth and continued to activate his vitality, but found that the blood had stopped flowing completely, and it was as hard to shake as a mountain.
The Third Prince is completely dead!
"Here comes the divine water!" The middle-aged man, whose face was full of thoughts, was like a gust of wind blowing, holding a rough sea bowl with clear water in his hand.
Junyi, a middle-aged man, pointed his finger, causing Chu Jing to open his mouth, but the water poured in and did not flow into his stomach.
"Your Majesty, I can't drink anymore."
"What should I do?"
At this moment, the two of them looked up and felt an invisible force descending from the void, covering them.
Immediately, jelly-like power poured directly into the body, and endless vitality surged in the body instantly.