"I have taken a few of his hairs." Lin Feiyang took out a cloth bag from his arms and handed it to Fakong.
Fakong took it and put it into his sleeve. There was hair inside.
Chu Ling sat at the stone table, her body shaking slightly.
She felt that she was standing very steadily, and she adjusted her body as the ground shook to maintain stability.
She sighed: "Compared with the apricot blossom brew, the orchid brew has a different taste. One is refreshing and the other is sweet. I will drink the apricot blossom brew tomorrow."
"Okay, we'll make apricot blossom wine tomorrow." Fakong agreed.
Lin Feiyang had already packed up his things and served tea.
After a cup of tea, Chu Ling completely recovered from the hangover and sobered up. The slightly tipsy feeling made her very relaxed, and she shook her head: "I can't drink anymore."
The tea brewed by the divine water has wonderful effects, and its most basic effect is to relieve hangover.
Fakong laughed.
Chu Ling glared at him and said angrily: "I'm not joking, I really can't drink anymore."
Fakong suppressed his smile and nodded seriously.
Chu Ling hummed: "If I drink any more, I'm afraid I will become addicted to fine wine."
Fakong smiled and nodded: "Your Highness is smart, and you really shouldn't be controlled by your hobbies, but should control your hobbies!"
"Exactly!" Chu Ling strongly agreed.
Fakong said: "If you don't want to drink, then your highness should reduce the number of times you come here. Otherwise, you will have to drink again after you come here."
Chu Ling looked at him sideways.
Fakong looked at her with a smile.
"It seems that you are annoying me." Chu Ling snorted: "You think I'm annoying, don't you?"
"Your Highness is too worried."
"Oh" Chu Ling suddenly realized: "I know, you are afraid that you will be moved by the mortal heart, aren't you?"
Fakong smiled silently.
I have a Medicine Buddha statue, but I am not easily tempted.
What's more, Chu Ling is not his type. What he likes is a quiet and gentle woman, not such an agile one.
And he has decided not to get involved in his children's personal affairs, just like Ning Zhenzhen of Mingyue Temple.
All emotions in the world are fragile, and the most painful and fragile thing is the relationship between a man and a woman, which is far inferior to friendship.
It's best to be with Ning Zhenzhen, or to take advantage of each other with Li Ying. It's far better than the relationship between a man and a woman.
Seeing him smiling like this, Chu Ling felt a little confused on her face, and hummed: "Master, do you think I'm unsightly?"
"How could His Highness have such thoughts?"
"Then why are you laughing so loudly!"
"Haha..." Fakong smiled and shook his head: "I can't help it. Your Highness, I am a monk, how can I fall into a trap?"
"If I were beautiful enough, you wouldn't be able to help yourself."
"If I want to disappoint His Highness, this poor monk has a firm Buddhist heart and will not have such strange thoughts. Your Highness can rest assured."
"What am I worried about?" Chu Lingbai glanced at him and turned around to leave.
Fakong Heshi smiled and said, "Your Highness, I'm sorry that I won't send you far away."
Chu Ling waved her jade hands back and walked away without stopping.
Lin Feiyang came to Fakong, shook his head and said regretfully: "This time I have completely offended Her Royal Highness the Fifteenth Princess, and I will never come again."
Fakong glanced at him.
Lin Feiyang said: "I quite like Her Highness the Princess, she is straightforward and cute."
She speaks bluntly and often offends people, but Her Royal Highness the Princess does not think she is disobedient and is not angry.
Women are all petty, but this princess is not like that. She is frank and magnanimous, and has an extraordinary bearing.
Fakong smiled and shook his head: "If she is angry today, she will forget it tomorrow and come back again."
Chu Ling's nature is like this. Her anger dissipates quickly and she can't stay angry. After a while, she will forget the feeling of being angry and xixf will come over to drink.
"I hope so." Lin Feiyang was worried.
He immediately said: "That Bai Yutian is so courageous that he dares to deal with Prince Xin and you, the abbot."
"Can you find the person behind him?"
"It should be that he made his own decision. I didn't see him reporting it to others. He made the decision on his own." Lin Feiyang shook his head: "And he acted a little sneakily. Did he give the order secretly?"
"Yeah." Fakong nodded.
He took out the cloth bag from his sleeve, and then used his clairvoyance.
Using the hair in the bag as a guide, he instantly found a thin, short, middle-aged man.
This middle-aged man is located in a large courtyard in the south of the city. There are six guards in the courtyard.
Under the bright sunshine, he was pacing in the atrium with his hands behind his back, his face solemn, and his eyebrows raised into the character "Chuan".
The short eyebrows, round eyes, round nose, and big mouth look a bit ugly and ridiculous. Now with a sullen face and furrowed brows, it is still a bit ridiculous.
The magic disappeared instantly.
The next moment he appeared in an alley.
The sun was shining brightly, shining in the alley and on him.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, lazily basking in the sun while opening his inner eyes and golden eyes.
At this glance, he saw something strange about Bai Yutian.
There are two channels of breath in the meridians, one is moon white, the other is ink color, white and black form a Tai Chi diagram, which is both distinct and integrated.
Fakong raised his eyebrows.
This is the secret method of Kunshan Holy Cult. Through Gong Qunying's memory, he knows that this is the Yin-Yang Nine Turns Technique.
Yin and Yang change mysteriously and can hide themselves at any time. It can be said to be one of the most secretive secrets.
Most of the disciples of the Kunshan Holy Sect practice the Heavenly Demon's Secret Scripture. The advantage of the Heavenly Demon's Secret Scripture is that the threshold is low and the qualification requirements are not that high.
There are some miraculous skills that require extremely high thresholds, such as the Yin-Yang Nine Transformations Technique, which is one of them.
This Bai Yutian seems to have good qualifications, and his cultivation level is deep enough, which can be regarded as the pinnacle of the second grade.
He is actually a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult. This is the real disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult!
Disciples of the Holy Cult of Kunshan must transform themselves into disciples of the Holy Cult of Kunshan.
It turns out that this is the revenge of Kunshan Holy Cult!
Fakong shook his head.
The wonder of the world is really beyond imagination. These are actually two forces, or in other words, one force?
Could it be that it was the Holy Cult of Kunshan that harmed the princesses?
Fa Kong felt emotional in his heart.
Then, the reason why he forced himself to leave Shenjing was to gather the great masters to surround him and kill him, not for any other reason.
Or, there are other reasons, but killing yourself is the biggest reason.
Then you should kill him directly?
He shook his head.
It is not appropriate to do it yourself.
Then ask someone else to do it.
His mind wandered, and he suddenly appeared in another alley, then slowly stepped out and entered Suzaku Avenue.
There was a surging crowd on Zhuque Avenue, and Prince Xin was among them. The two met outside a shop selling jade carvings.
The two of them nodded lightly and did not communicate, but each took a jade carving and looked at it.
Fakong's voice rang in his mind: "Your Majesty, Bai Yutian, the head of the Green-robed Internal Affairs Bureau, is a disciple of the Kunshan Holy Cult. He ordered the subordinates of the Internal Affairs Bureau to investigate the prince and me."
Chu Xiang sent a message into the secret: "Investigate us?"
Fakong picked up another horse carved from jasper and said calmly: "You want to frame me and force me to leave, so that you can kill me with all your strength."
"Turns out to be a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult..."
"What you are practicing is the Yin-Yang Nine Turns Technique, one of the secrets of the Kunshan Holy Cult. Your Majesty should know about it."
"Okay, I will capture him." Chu Xiang said solemnly.
Fakong nodded lightly, put the jade horse into his sleeve, threw it to the shopkeeper, and fluttered away with a silver coin.
Fa Kong was walking on the street when he suddenly disappeared in a flash and appeared in an alley outside the house.
At this time, Bai Yutian was walking with his hands behind his back, followed by four middle-aged guards with alert expressions.
Fakong touched his face gently, and then shook slightly.
The next moment, he had turned into an old man with a sallow face, a stooped figure, wearing a gray gown, and moved slowly step by step.
His breath was weak, and he seemed to be blown down by the wind at any time. He was obviously seriously ill and fell into a serious illness.
The Little Ruyi Kung allows him to change as he wishes.
There were clothes inside the Kalachakra Tower. He entered it, changed his clothes and came out again. From the outside, it looked like an instant change.
At this time, the five men from Bai Yutian were already approaching, walking tremblingly without letting go of their vigilance.
All five people stared at him warily.
Fa Kong pretended not to know anything and walked slowly. When he came to Bai Yutian, he stopped, stepped aside, covered his mouth and coughed twice.
Bai Yutian and the other five frowned and walked close to the other wall to avoid being affected by his cough.
Who knows what kind of disease he has, it may be a highly contagious and strange disease that cannot be avoided carelessly.
Fakong looked up at them, his eyes fell on Bai Yutian, and he shook his head.
His eyes were blurry and he sighed: "Old age is a disease of internal degeneration and is not contagious."
Bai Yutian forced a smile.
A middle-aged guard said solemnly: "Old man, don't go out with such a serious illness. Why not go out and take the risk? A fall would be serious."
Fakong smiled and sighed: "What a bloody disaster, you five, you have to be careful."
"Hey, you old man, you actually cursed us!"
"Alas... I also have good intentions." Fakong shook his head and sighed: "If you don't listen, there's nothing we can do about it."
"Old man, how can you conclude that we are suffering from a bloody disaster?" Bai Yutian waved his hand to stop the guards from talking, and looked at Fa Kong with a smile.
Fakong said: "You have a blood energy in your body, which is a sign of the bloody disaster. What a pity for my eyes..."
He pointed to his blurred eyes: "I have seen too many disasters, and I have also suffered misfortune."
"Can the old man really see disasters?" Bai Yutian smiled and said, "Then tell me what other disasters I have?"
"The disaster of death." Fakong stared at him and shook his head: "If you don't do anything bad, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door."
Bai Yutian was stunned by Fakong's confused gaze.
Fakong's eyes suddenly turned dark, and he sighed: "We still have to accumulate virtue. I'll stop here and say goodbye."
He spoke and slowly moved away.
The smile on Bai Yutian's face faded and he stared coldly at Fakong's back.
"Master..." a guard whispered: "This old guy is talking nonsense, leave him alone!"
"Hmph." Bai Yutian said coldly: "He really happened to meet him by chance. Didn't he wait for us here on purpose?"
"Is he someone with ulterior motives?!" Another guard said solemnly, "But he doesn't look like a martial arts practitioner."
"If you don't practice martial arts, you can practice other things." Bai Yutian said coldly: "Besides, there are also magical skills that can restrain the breath."
The four guards nodded.
I don't think so in my heart.
I'm afraid that the method of condensing the aura that can be hidden from the five of them is not something that ordinary people have. That old guy probably doesn't have it. He is too preoccupied.