Fakong said: "You don't want the emperor to have a concubine?"
"yes."
"Why?"
"Father is already old, why do you want a concubine?" Chu Ling snorted, "And she's still so young!"
"You are asking for trouble." Fakong shook his head: "You can't control the emperor, and you can't control this kind of thing."
"But……"
"You know you can't control it, but you just feel angry, angry, or uncomfortable. You can't help it, right?"
"right."
"Then find something else to do and divert your attention and it will be fine."
"I've been thinking about this and can't divert my attention."
"Then you want to hold on to this matter and be angry and depressed?"
"Monk, you have magical powers, can you ruin this?"
"You think too highly of me!" Fakong waved his hands hurriedly: "Thank you Bu Min, I'd better hire someone else!"
Chu Ling stared at him.
Fakong also looked at her: "Who can stop what the emperor has decided? If it is a mutually agreeable matter and whoever wants to cause trouble will have to bear the emperor's anger, if it is not a mutually agreeable matter, then it will be done
Guan Jiangshan Sheji, whoever wants to cause trouble will also have to bear the emperor's wrath. Who can bear the emperor's wrath?"
Fakong shook his head and said: "The emperor's wrath will spread his body thousands of miles away!"
Chu Ling snorted and curled her lips.
She had been growing up beside the emperor. In her eyes, Emperor Chu Xiong only doted on her father and did not realize that he was the master of Daqian.
Therefore, she lacked enough respect for Chu Xiong, and therefore did not realize the necessity of being in awe of Chu Xiong. She only felt timid.
Fakong said: "Think about the situation when you were assassinated."
Chu Ling frowned.
This was one of the reasons why she had always been awkward.
Father actually spared the guys who wanted to assassinate him because of Leng Feiqiong. If Lin Feiyang hadn't killed them, he might have continued to live freely.
Obviously, in the father's heart, Leng Feiqiong is more important than his own daughter.
Fakong saw through her thoughts and shook his head: "You should recognize the reality. Leng Feiqiong is more important in the emperor's heart than his daughter."
"Nonsense!" Chu Lingjiao scolded.
"Now that things have happened," Fakong shook his head and said slowly, "If you still don't admit this, I'm afraid you will suffer a big loss."
Chu Ling hummed: "No matter how beautiful Leng Feiqiong is, she has only known her father a few times and only met him a few times!"
She is her father's favorite daughter. How could she not be as good as Leng Feiqiong after more than ten years of growing up?
Fa Kong sighed.
This is the naive idea of someone who has never experienced the love between a man and a woman.
Asking what love is in the world, it makes people agree between life and death.
The love between a man and a woman is both fragile and powerful. Once it becomes strong, life and death can be put aside, not to mention the love between flesh and blood.
Once a man falls in love, how can his daughter be as good as his lover?
Chu Ling had never experienced the love between a man and a woman, and had not yet developed a love interest. She naively thought that the love between a man and a woman was not as good as the love between a father and his daughter.
Chu Ling looked pleading: "Monk, is there really nothing we can do?"
Fakong said: "If you don't want to create a rift between your father and daughter, you should just pretend you don't know anything about this matter."
The expression on Chu Ling's face changed several times.
Fakong suddenly raised his eyebrows, thoughtfully.
Chu Ling kept staring at him, and when she saw his expression was different, she hurriedly asked: "Have you changed your mind?"
Fakong said: "This Master Leng is here!"
"Um?"
"Leng Feiqiong is already outside the temple." Fakong said, "Do you want to see her?"
"No!" Chu Ling hummed without hesitation.
Fakong said: "Then you should stay away and don't eavesdrop."
"You want to see her?" Chu Ling frowned.
Fakong said: "Aren't you curious why she came to see me? We are enemies."
Chu Ling said: "Since we are enemies, do you still want to see her?"
"I want to meet her more and see what she has to say." Fakong said, "Your Highness, please stay away for a while."
"Humph." Chu Ling turned around and left.
In the early morning, pilgrims had already lined up in a long queue outside the Vajra Temple, from the temple gate to Suzaku Avenue.
The pilgrims gathered together to discuss and chatted while queuing up. It was so lively and did not feel boring.
On the contrary, this place has become a place where they must come every day to relax, share some news and communicate with each other.
Their eyes were involuntarily attracted to the three women.
These three women all wore power hats to cover their faces, but they could not hide their graceful figures and good temperament.
Especially the woman in the head has a slender figure, and the dark green blouse cannot hide her alluring figure.
Even if you can't see her appearance clearly, you can already tell that she is a great beauty based on her outstanding temperament.
All the pilgrims were as excited as cats, and they all wanted to lift their hats to see their faces, but their inexplicable temperament made them awe-inspiring and they did not dare to move without permission.
I can only think about it in my heart.
They only hope that when the three girls go to the temple to offer incense, they can take off their veils like the embroiderers in the Mingyue embroidery building and reveal their beautiful faces for them to feast their eyes on.
"Mr. Lin, please call Master Fakong." A woman said to Lin Feiyang who appeared at the door of the temple: "My lady wants to meet Master Fakong."
Lin Feiyang glanced at the three of them sideways and said nothing.
He looked impatient.
Too many people feel good about themselves and want to see Fa Kong at every turn. Lin Feiyang's way of coping is to turn a blind eye and not hear.
Is it possible to see the abbot whenever he wants?
If you really want to meet the abbot, you can see him halfway in the morning when you are having breakfast, and you can even chat with him in a restaurant. There is no need to go to the temple to meet him.
Another girl took out a greeting note from her sleeve and handed it to Lin Feiyang.
Lin Feiyang frowned and took it, and glanced at the woman in front of him. Of course he didn't recognize Leng Feiqiong, let alone wearing a power hat.
As for Leng Feiqiong being the Grand Master, Lin Feiyang didn't think it was strange. It was not unusual to see the Grand Master in Shenjing.
If you're not a great master, I'm afraid I don't have the confidence to come over and pay homage without permission.
Lin Feiyang opened the invitation and glanced at Leng Feiqiong in surprise: "You didn't go to the wrong door, right?"
A woman hummed softly: "Mr. Lin, let Master Fakong make the decision whether to see you or not."
"Okay, then I'll tell you." Lin Feiyang hummed.
He disappeared in a flash and appeared in front of Fakong, handing over the greeting card with both hands: "Abbot, why is this person here?"
Fakong took the invitation and glanced at it.
The style of the greeting card was simple and elegant, with only the words "Greetings to Leng Feiqiong of the Tianhai Sword Sect" written on it, and no more words were written on it.
Although Lin Feiyang has never met Leng Feiqiong, he has heard Leng Feiqiong's name and of course knows that she is now the head of the Tianhai Sword Sect.
He was surprised that Leng Feiqiong appeared in Shenjing, and even more surprised that she appeared in the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple.
You must know that the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple and the Tianhai Sword Sect are rivals, and can even be regarded as enemies.
Leng Feiqiong is so brave.
Is she here to demonstrate, to be subdued, or to come directly to the door?
Lin Feiyang has been helping Zhu Ni these two days to prevent any accidents from happening in Prince Ming's Mansion and Zhu Ni being held responsible.
He didn't see Chu Xiang coming over yesterday, and he didn't hear what Chu Xiang said, so he was confused when he heard Chu Ling making trouble just now.
"Abbott, do you want to see her?"
"Since you're here, please come in." Fakong said with an incomprehensible smile, "Don't be rude."
"Yes." Lin Feiyang agreed curiously.
The three girls followed Lin Feiyang into the temple gate, and then saw Fu Qinghe beside the release pond.
Fu Qinghe didn't seem to notice them coming in, and kept staring at the turtle. He and the turtle seemed to be integrated into one, making it difficult to tell them apart.
Fu Qinghe was falling into the realization of the way of movement and stillness.
Leng Feiqiong stood quietly next to Fu Qinghe, looking at him motionlessly, with no intention of alarming him.
Lin Feiyang scratched his head.
Fu Qinghe was originally a disciple of the Tianhai Sword Sect, would it be embarrassing if he met the leader now?
If it were me, I would really feel embarrassed.
Fu Qinghe seemed to be in a trance, staring at the turtles with his eyes, and the aura around his body was consistent with these turtles.
"Ahem." Lin Feiyang coughed lightly: "Abbott should be waiting impatiently."
"Let's go." A low and soft voice sounded, and Leng Feiqiong continued to walk inside.
Lin Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief.
He was inexplicably nervous for Fu Qinghe.
Fu Qinghe was okay, after all, he lost the bet, so he couldn't blame Fu Qinghe, and it didn't count as betraying the Tianhai Sword Sect.
But Yuchisong was different.
Fortunately, Yu Chisong had already left for a few days, otherwise it would have been more embarrassing and I would have felt guilty.
When Fu Qinghe waited for them to leave, he took his eyes away from the turtle, flicked his head, shook his head slightly, and continued to look at the turtle.
The three girls arrived at the abbey's hospital.
Fakong had already stood up, followed by Xu Qingluo, who was looking over curiously and staring at Leng Feiqiong.
Leng Feiqiong joined forces and said calmly: "Master Fakong, I have taken the liberty to come here. Don't blame me for disturbing you."
Fakong Heshi smiled: "The poor monk, Mr. Leng, is really surprised that Master Leng is here. He has admired his name for a long time."
"Does Master hate our Tianhai Sword Sect?"
"Headmaster Leng came to ask for a crime?" Fakong looked at her with a smile, his eyes seemed to see through the gauze and met her clear eyes.
Leng Feiqiong said calmly: "I came here because I want to see the master's style and see whether the defeat of our Tianhai Sword Sect was unjust or not."
Fakong shook his head: "Defeat? Master Leng was too modest. Wasn't everything expected and planned by the Tianhai Sword Sect?"
"Our sect has failed to count you, Master, despite all the calculations." Leng Feiqiong said.
Fakong said: "It is said that man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation. In fact, Master Leng should have expected that there will always be accidents, but it is enough that the general direction has not deviated."
"What is the general direction?"
"A perfect match." Fakong said.
The two men were two meters apart, their eyes collided, their words were straight forward, and they were facing each other head-on.
Xu Qingluo and Lin Feiyang watched with excitement, feeling very excited and inexplicably excited.
They were curious whether Fakong and Leng Feiqiong would fight, and if so, who would be stronger and who would be weaker?
"It seems that the master knows." Leng Feiqiong said.
Fakong nodded slowly.
Leng Feiqiong said calmly: "Master, don't you have anything to say?"
Fakong smiled: "Congratulations to Master Leng, my long-cherished wish has finally come true, and lovers have finally gotten married."
Leng Feiqiong said: "Master, are you disappointed?"
Fakong raised his eyebrows.
Leng Feiqiong said: "Master originally thought that the Tianhai Sword Sect was going to be destroyed, and only two of the three major sects were left. Your Daxueshan Sect would become the number one sect in the world."
Fakong laughed and said, "Master Leng, you made a mistake."
"oh?"
"Not everyone wants to make the sect the number one sect in the world." Fakong shook his head and said: "The three-legged alliance is the real stability. After all, the dominance of a single family will ebb and flow, and it is difficult to last. Look at the original Demon Sect. Is it possible?
Isn’t Master Leng able to break this yet?”
Leng Feiqiong let out a chuckle.
Fakong heard that this laugh was sarcastic, but he couldn't figure out whether she was sarcastic about the Snow Mountain Sect and the Guangming Holy Sect's lack of ambition, or whether she was sarcastic about the hypocrisy of her own words.