Ning Zhenzhen was caught by his deep gaze and knew that he was using his clairvoyance, so she calmly let him watch.
But Fang Kong's face didn't look right, and he knew the result was not good.
"Brother, do you have a question?"
"...It's a step too late." Fakong shook his head: "He has been silenced."
"That……"
Fakong's eyes returned to normal and he said calmly: "Bring the body out."
"People in the palace." Ning Zhenzhen looked embarrassed: "I'm afraid we can't get the body out."
There is an inner court in the palace, which is completely different from the outside and operates independently, just like another small court.
The foreign secretary in green belongs to the imperial court, belongs to the outer court, and cannot reach into the inner court.
"This is troublesome..." Fakong muttered.
Sima Xun said softly: "Master, otherwise, just check here. We have enough communication here."
Fakong glanced at Sima Xun.
Sima Xun now has no hostility toward Fa Kong.
He has secretly cut off his love, and gradually recovered his demeanor as the most handsome young man of the Tianhai Sword Sect, regaining his confidence, fortitude and decisiveness. The investigation of this matter has reached its limit at this point, and it is not appropriate to go further.
Even if that person has not been silenced, it will be very troublesome to track him down.
"Brother Sima is right," Huang Yufeng said softly: "Master, what we can investigate is from the outside, but the inner court cannot investigate. Otherwise, it will be very troublesome."
The status of the inner court is transcendent.
The laws of the outer court have no control over the inner court.
More importantly, once there is a conflict with the inner court, it is tantamount to going against the emperor. The inner court is the emperor's family dog.
Beating a dog depends on the owner.
Ning Zhenzhen gave them a blank look.
How could these senior brothers not know this?
But this guy is indeed Ziyang Pavilion's only clue. It's a pity that it was cut off like this. I don't know how long we will have to wait for the next time.
She didn't want to give up, and she also knew that Fakong didn't want to give up.
"Senior brother, if not, please take action, sir?"
Fakong thoughtfully looked at Ning Zhenzhen again, his eyes became as deep as ancient wells, and looked at what would happen if he asked Lord Xin for help.
After a while, Fakong sighed and shook his head: "That's it, no need to worry about it anymore."
"Senior brother?"
"This guy is still a member of Kunshan Holy Cult." Fakong shook his head and said: "The worshipers in the palace have already intervened, and it is not our turn."
"...Then forget it." Ning Zhenzhen said softly.
Fakong nodded: "Then I will go back."
He took Xu Qingluo and fluttered away.
It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, they were walking on Qinglong Avenue, noisy and noisy with people coming and going.
Qinglong Avenue is located in the far west, running from north to south. It is one of the four major arterial roads, so it is very lively.
There are many shops on both sides of the street, and the vendors are shouting hard and enthusiastically inviting passersby to come and take a look inside the shops.
The master and apprentice walked among the crowd.
There was an invisible force surrounding them.
Xu Qingluo pulled Fakong's sleeves and looked up at him: "Master, is Ziyang Pavilion important?"
Fakong glanced down at her.
Xu Qingluo smiled and said: "I think Master seems to pay special attention to Ziyang Pavilion, far from ordinary attention. Is Ziyang Pavilion more difficult to deal with than Kunshan Holy Sect?"
"Kunshan Holy Cult..." Fakong shook his head: "They are crazy and extreme, but compared to Ziyang Pavilion,...many things about Kunshan Holy Cult are probably inseparable from Ziyang Pavilion."
He has now understood that the Kunshan Holy Sect can develop and grow to this day, and it must be supported by Ziyang Pavilion.
Behind Ziyang Pavilion is naturally the Dayong Imperial Court.
This is actually not surprising.
Isn’t it natural to secretly fund the opposition forces of several enemy countries?
He believed that Da Qian might also be funding some sects in Dayong, or controlling some sects.
"Kunshan Holy Cult is colluding with Ziyang Pavilion..." Xu Qingluo tilted her head and thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "This is not surprising. Could there be Dayun's Kamikaze Cavalry?"
"...Hard to say." Fakong shook his head.
He didn't see Dayun's Kamikaze Rider.
But now I can't see everything clearly. I can't tell whether there are Kamikaze Riders or not. Let's just assume there are.
"Master, you said that you have dealt with so many disciples of Kunshan Holy Cult, will they take revenge?"
"Yeah." Fakong nodded.
This is certain.
"How will they retaliate against Master?" Xu Qingluo said with a smile, "Will they assassinate him directly?"
"...Yes." Fakong nodded slowly.
"Then when should the assassination be carried out? I think the sooner, the better. We should do it when master, you are not expecting it and you are even immersed in joy." Xu Qingluo tilted her head and smiled, then scanned the surroundings with her big eyes: "It won't happen now. An assassin from the Kunshan Holy Cult, right?"
Fakong chuckled lightly.
Xu Qingluo said: "Master, am I wrong?"
Fakong smiled and said, "You were right."
He formed seals with his hands and cast four immobilization spells at the same time. Then he accelerated his body and led Xu Qingluo like a swimming dragon through the crowd in an instant.
Wherever he passed, four middle-aged men froze in place, motionless, and died silently.
These four are the disciples of Kunshan Holy Cult, the assassins who came to kill him.
The Kunshan Holy Cult acted quickly. It seems that there are still many disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult hidden in Shenjing.
Xu Qingluo turned to look at the four middle-aged men who died silently, and stuck out her tongue: "Master, I didn't expect them to dare to come."
Fakong smiled.
Xu Qingluo said: "Don't they know that you have supernatural powers, master? How can the assassination be successful?"
"Maybe it's just a try." Fakong said, "It doesn't matter whether you succeed or not."
"They are very powerful masters, right?" Xu Qingluo said: "Isn't it a waste to just die in vain?"
Fakong shook his head and smiled: "At the end of the road, the trapped beast is still fighting...but there may be other arrangements."
He glanced thoughtfully in the direction of the Forbidden Palace, but then shook his head.
——
In the afternoon, Fakong was arranging the green bricks one by one in his yard.
Strange symbols are carved on the bricks, which are the incantations of the Rebirth Mantra, written in prayers.
The writing of the prayer is extremely mysterious.
If you only write the shape of the prayer, you can write it like a painting, but it will not have much power and will not convey anything.
This is not a real prayer. A real prayer has both form and spirit.
And this God is the power of faith.
Without the power of faith, the god of prayer cannot be contained in it. Every prayer requires sufficient power of faith to write the god.
The God of the prayer is actually the countless small characters contained in the big characters, and these small characters require the power of faith to outline.
The more trust you have, the more small characters it contains, the more powerful it is, and the more powerful it is.
He tried to match these blue bricks to form a circle or a square, feeling the subtle changes.
He was like a child playing with a toy. He kept playing with it attentively and never tired of it, forgetting everything.
Until Xu Qingluo came over to report that the fifteenth princess was here.
When Fakong came to the release pool, Chu Ling, accompanied by Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue, had already entered the gate and wandered over.
She was wearing a moon-white gown, and her beautiful face was cold and cold. Unlike Ning Zhenzhen, who was exquisite, she was gorgeous and cool.
Compared with Xu Miaoru, she is a bit more cold and a bit less charming.
Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue, dressed in dark green robes, looked pretty and graceful, looking around curiously.
Chu Lingze did not squint, his clear eyes only stared at Fakong.
"I've met the master." Chu Ling came closer and titheed.
Fa Kong smiled and titheed: "Why is Your Highness Fifteen here?"
Instead of being respectful and polite, he was as casual as if he were an old friend.
"The master's blessing ceremony is an eye-opener. Everyone praises it. I came here because of its reputation. See Part 1 or 2."
"It's better to be famous than to meet him." Fakong said with a smile: "So what if we meet him? Your Highness, the Fifteenth Highness, had better avoid suspicion."
"If you keep avoiding it, it will only arouse more suspicion, right?" Chu Ling chuckled and said lightly: "What's more, my ability to practice magic is also dependent on your magic water, Master Fakong. It's okay to come and say thank you.
It should be."
"...That makes sense." Fakong immediately understood what Chu Ling meant.
This is like collusion.
Therefore, it was the divine water that helped her develop the miraculous skills, not herself. In this way, the emperor's suspicion could almost be dispelled.
Chu Ling looked around and said calmly: "Master, is your place a little too small? It is no longer consistent with your reputation."
Fakong smiled and said: "Your Highness, fame is nothing but an illusion. It gathers and disperses like the wind and will disappear at any time."
Chu Ling smiled and said: "As expected of a master, his state of mind is far better than ordinary people like us."
Fakong smiled and was too lazy to say more.
Although the two met only for the second time, because Fakong saved her life and the two of them worked together to hide the truth from the emperor, they felt vaguely like old acquaintances and old friends who had not seen each other for a long time.
Chu Ling looked around and waved.
Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue backed away and came to the door, looking around to see if anyone was approaching or eavesdropping.
Fakong was alone, and there was no one close to him.
Fakong said: "Go to my courtyard."
"That's fine." Chu Ling said.
The two passed through the Moon Gate and arrived at Fakong's courtyard.
Chu Ling looked around curiously, becoming very curious about Fakong's yard and wanting to understand every detail.
Her clear eyes wandered around, looking around, especially at the blue bricks, wondering what Fakong was doing.
Fakong invited her to sit at the table, made two cups of tea, gave one to her, and kept one for himself. He took a sip and looked at her leisurely.
Chu Ling picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said calmly: "The emperor's grandmother has been ill recently."
Fakong frowned at me.
Chu Ling said: "If you can cure the emperor's grandmother, your father will definitely give you a generous reward."
"Forget it." Fakong shook his head: "I don't want to get involved in the palace affairs, so it's better to stay away."
Chu Ling looked at him in surprise: "This is a rare opportunity. My father is very filial. Once the emperor's grandmother is cured, it will be a talisman. My father will not dare to do anything to you."
This is the real killer move.
Fa Kong smiled and shook his head.
Chu Ling saw the benefits, but he also saw the risks. If something bad happened, he would not want to stay in Daqian anymore.
You're fine now, so why bother taking such a big risk?
Chu Ling frowned and stared at him.
Fakong said: "The Queen Mother is auspicious and everything will be fine. I will not get involved in this matter."
"...Okay." Chu Ling saw that he really didn't want to take action, so he didn't force it. He looked at the green bricks and asked what they were for.
Fakong analyzed it and found out that this was the divine curse of rebirth. He wanted to see if he could build a small holy realm of bliss.