He returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed and thought.
Like water and moonlight, it poured in and sprinkled all over him.
This time, Dayun sent out many strange people, and they were able to crack the trick.
If Xu Qingluo were to pretend to be Prince Ming, I'm afraid... the result would be the same.
We don’t want Xu Qingluo to reveal too much of her abilities right now. The longer she hides her, the better. It’s best not to let anyone know.
One more hole card means one more life-saving ability.
But what is worthy of study is that these strange people in Dayun can still retain such strength despite the encirclement and suppression of the Sanyamen.
The strength of Dayun Wulin is evident.
Through Ning Zhenzhen's future situation, we can analyze and study the respective sects and martial arts methods of these assassins.
See the whole thing from one point.
This is the true power of clairvoyance.
With one point as the center of the circle, countless tentacles are spread out, thereby touching all aspects and seeing more information about the future.
By breaking through the surface, from that surface to this surface, and from all aspects, the whole world is formed, and it will not be like living in a cave.
Every time he entered a realm, he had a profound realization: he felt like he was in a cave, like a frog at the bottom of a well.
What you see is always only one-sided and partial.
The light we see is only the shadow of light, the refraction of light, or the afterglow of light, not the real sun.
Everyone is prone to making a mistake: when they see light, they think they see the sun; when they are in a cave formed by experience and observation, and the cave becomes bigger, they think they see the real world.
Even if you have clairvoyance, you can see the past, present and future at a glance, even if you can see thousands of mountains and rivers at a glance.
But what I saw was not the real world.
This feeling became more and more intense as he saw and thought.
Just like what happened this time.
The future of the Tianhai Sword Sect is confusing, but even though I have great supernatural powers, I can be carefree and seemingly free.
But he cannot be free or transcendent.
With the emperor's edict, Daxueshan Temple and the Guangming Holy Sect were moved, and he had to follow suit, so he could only exert his strength.
Unless you can let go of the Vajra Temple and cut off the relationship.
Otherwise, living in the world of mortals, you can only drift with the tide and not be able to control yourself.
But then he laughed.
Why do you have to cut off the relationship? If you live forever, being alone is very boring. Wandering in the mortal world and experiencing the glitz of the world, isn't it also endless fun?
While thinking about it, he slowly fell asleep.
In the early morning of the next day, after getting enough sleep, he woke up naturally.
Listening to the chirping of birds in the back mountain, he slowly got up and stretched outside the house.
Chu Ling, dressed in white as snow, was sitting boredly at the table, resting her chin on her left hand, staring at the patterns on the stone table.
The eyelids are slightly lowered, and the eyelashes appear extra slender.
When she heard the noise, she jumped up: "You finally woke up!"
Fakong yawned: "What's the matter?"
Xu Qingluo came in carrying a wooden basin, light and elegant, with a snow-white towel on her shoulders. She came closer with a smile and placed it on the stone pier.
Chu Lingdao: "My father wants to build a royal temple, Yuanming Temple, and I would like to ask you, monk, to be the abbot."
"As the abbot of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, I am already very busy and have no time to take care of others. Please ask your Majesty to hire someone else."
"...Fakong, please think carefully. This temple was built for the emperor's grandmother and queen mother." Chu Ling stared at him for a few times and said seriously: "And the concubines in the palace are not here."
What kind of chores?"
Xu Qingluo said in surprise: "Why did the emperor suddenly think of building a temple? Doesn't the royal family have a Lingjue Temple?"
"That's a temple where the chamberlains take care of themselves. It can't be considered a royal temple." Chu Ling said.
Xu Qingluo said: "Aren't the chamberlains practicing in the temple on behalf of the concubines and the emperor in the palace?"
"It's different." Chu Ling said.
Xu Qingluo pursed her lips and smiled and said: "I understand, we need to build a place with higher standards where only the emperor's children can practice, right?"
"Actually, the imperial grandmother, the concubines, and the queen mother are going." Chu Ling said.
Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong.
"Then it would be better to let Miaoyin Shenni be the abbot." Fakong said.
Chu Ling said angrily: "Okay, okay, just forget it if you don't agree."
Fakong lowered his head to wash his face, took the towel from Xu Qingluo, and wiped it slowly: "Is there anything else?"
According to Chu Ling's temper, if she didn't agree, she would be so angry that she would disappear.
And she still stayed where she was, which meant there was something else.
Chu Ling said: "Father asked you to help third brother."
"Where is Prince Yi?" Fakong said, "But what news is there?"
"Father is worried about that." Chu Ling said: "Shenjing is assassinating King Ming, and Tianjing may not stop. Father is worried that the guards at the third brother's house can't stop it, and Dayong's guards can't stop it either.
reliable."
"There are a few worshipers over there, so it should be fine."
"You still have to be careful." Chu Ling said: "Father gave you this seed, which is the seed of the Miaohua Bodhisattva tree."
She took out a small jade bottle from her arms, about the size of her little finger, with a warm luster flowing all over it.
Fakong looked at the small jade bottle thoughtfully.
Xu Qingluo looked at Fakong: "Master, what is this Miaohua Bodhi tree?"
Fakong said slowly: "The legendary thing is said to have the magical effect of increasing wisdom and helping enlightenment."
"It seems to have such a wonderful effect." Chu Ling said: "But it's hard to say whether it is true or not. Anyway, I have never seen this wonderful Bodhi tree."
"What about this seed?" Xu Qingluo pointed to the jade bottle.
Chu Ling gave it to Fakong: "See for yourself, I think even if it is really the seed of the Miaohua Bodhi Tree, I'm afraid it is already dead."
Fakong took it, and when he put his left hand on the cork of the bottle, he suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand.
"Master?"
Fakong said: "If you open it so hastily, I'm afraid it's really going to happen."
"According to my father, he encountered this by chance thirty years ago." Chu Ling said: "Whether it's dead or alive, he can't tell clearly because he couldn't open this bottle. It's a very weird bottle.
"
Fakong smiled and said: "Your Majesty is really lucky."
Chu Ling said: "Regardless of whether it's true or false, something is better than nothing, right? If it really doesn't work, then let my father change it to another treasure."
Fakong shook his head and said, "Forget it, that's it."
Xu Qingluo looked at it curiously.
Fa Kong handed it to her: "Don't open it."
Xu Qingluo took it and touched the small jade bottle. It felt delicate to the touch, and it was indeed not the jade it looked like.
I can't see through this little bottle with my own eyes.
If it is made of white jade, you can see clearly.
"Okay, here are the things for you. You'd better think carefully about the abbot's position. The opportunity is rare." Chu Ling said.
Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.
"...Okay." Chu Ling waved her hand: "Don't regret it!"
She turned around and went to Tayuan.
Xu Qingluo handed the jade bottle back to Fakong, took away the basin, and then made tea and brought it over.
"Master, do you really not want to be the abbot of Yuanming Temple?"
"Um."
"Why refuse?" Xu Qingluo said puzzledly: "This is a rare and good opportunity."
As long as you become the abbot, you will have established a master-disciple relationship with the Queen Mother and Queen, and you will be their master.
The status is naturally lofty, and cannot be compared with it now.
Now there is only a name, but no points.
Fakong said: "There are too many secular affairs, which will be troublesome after all. It is better to be the abbot of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple."
Xu Qingluo tilted her head to look at him, and finally shook her head.
It's never that simple.
There must be a reason that I haven't thought through. What is the reason?
She fell into deep thought.
Fa Kong put the jade bottle on the table, made seals with his hands, and cast the rejuvenation spell, hitting the jade bottle one after another.
Xu Qingluo stared at it for a while and then said: "Master, since the emperor said this, it is obvious that he has received the news that there will be danger on Prince Yi's side."
"Um."
"The emperor's news is indeed better informed."
"It's natural."
"That's Dayong, it's Tianjing." Xu Qingluo said: "Is there such good news?"
Fa Kong is noncommittal.
Xu Qingluo said: "I think the emperor's news may not come from Tianjing, but from Dayun."
Fakong smiled.
Xu Qingluo said: "Our emperor should not be underestimated."
Fakong nodded slowly.
Xu Qingluo shook her head: "But since the emperor has such good information, how could he let the Tianhai Sword Sect become like this..."
She frowned in thought.
I feel like there is a fog in front of my eyes. If I peel away one layer, there will be another layer, layer after layer, endless.
Fakong released his fingerprints and looked at the jade bottle.
His eyes suddenly became dark, and he closed them after a moment, his face serious.
Xu Qingluo woke up from her deep thoughts. Seeing his expression, she said softly: "Master, we couldn't save him?"
"As if dead and alive."
"Was it originally dead?" Xu Qingluo said: "Didn't I tell you, thirty years ago, that means it is at least thirty years old, maybe more than a hundred years, and it has been dead for a long time."
Fakong opened his eyes and glanced at her.
Xu Qingluo said: "Master, last night I tried to pretend to be Prince Ming when he left the mansion, and I found a lot of problems."
"Hmm." Fa Kong said absently.
No matter how hard you try, you can't lure all the assassins away. There will eventually be more shrewd assassins, and they may even be divided into two groups to prevent this situation from happening.
No matter whether it is the real King Ming or the fake King Ming who leaves, there will be two groups of people to assassinate him to ensure that nothing goes wrong.
If it were me, I would arrange it this way.
Seeing him like this, Xu Qingluo fell into deep thought again.
She is extremely keen and insightful. After discovering that Fakong's expression was different, she immediately began to reflect on whether her thoughts were wrong and whether her thinking had gone astray.
After a while, Xu Qingluo whispered: "Master, are they divided into two groups?"
Fakong glanced at her and nodded with satisfaction.
"This is troublesome." Xu Qingluo frowned and said, "Are we going to split into two groups and leave?"
"There will always be someone keeping an eye on the palace."
"Then send Prince Ming away." Xu Qingluo said, "Let them keep an eye on him."
Fakong smiled: "That's an idea... but it's not very necessary."
Without interference now, according to the original development, King Ming is in danger, and Ning Zhen can really protect him.
If you change it rashly again, you will have to confirm it again. The result may not be as good as now, and you will have to change it again and again, which will be even more troublesome.
"I understand." Xu Qingluo immediately understood that everything was safe, so she went according to the original plan.
Lin Feiyang disguised himself as Prince Ming and evacuated the palace.
If you are on your own, you will act as a guard.
Fa Kong stared at the jade bottle motionless, lost in thought, deducing possibilities one by one, and his eyes gradually glowed with golden light.