Longevity Chapter 1155

Song Yuanyuan stared at Fa Kong coldly.

She really didn't like this kind of puppet-like feeling, everything seemed to be in control, and every move was manipulated.

I can only follow the path he designated, I can't help myself, I can't help myself, it's useless to know it, I still have to go that way.

Fa Kong smiled and said, "Miss Song is very dissatisfied, isn't she?"

"What did the master say?"

"If Miss Song, you saved the head of Zhao, would you still feel dissatisfied?"

"..." Song Yuanyuan was silent.

I couldn't be sure that Senior Brother Zhao would stop acting.

He is changing, so is Senior Brother Zhao, both of them are changing, and so is the friendship.

In exchange for the former Senior Brother Zhao, when he loses his temper, he will obediently bow down.

The current Senior Brother Zhao is different. It is hard to predict whether he will give in, and whether he will really listen to his advice.

He has done his best, if he still doesn't listen, then there is nothing he can do. He can't hurt Senior Brother Zhao, right?

Even if he has practiced the Nine Heavens Profound Goddess Art, he can't do it. The power of the Nine Heavens Profound Goddess Art is not in the fight, but in the transformation of the body.

Fa Kong smiled and said, "Congratulations to Miss Song, the head of Zhao was so fascinated that he was able to rein in his horse and save his life. This is also due to you, Miss Song."

"Don't dare!" Song Yuanyuan hummed.

She secretly sighed in relief.

He finally got his life back, and he didn't waste his effort.

Joy flowed in my heart for a while, and was soon replaced by not-taste, and my heart was filled with a strange not-taste.

After all, he is just a manipulated tool.

She raised her head to look at Fa Kong and said softly, "Can Master see Senior Brother Zhao's arrangement?"

Fakong nodded lightly.

Song Yuanyuan stared at him intently.

Fa Kong smiled: "Wangjiang Tower has your disciples lurking for several years, and you have mastered an overseas strange poison, the three kinds of flower fragrances that are colorless, odorless and non-toxic. Jianglou's guests have all been hit by two of them, and they all need to be hit as soon as the third poison appears."

Song Yuanyuan frowned at him.

Fa Kong said: "I have also been poisoned by these two kinds of poisons."

"Poisoned? Grandmaster's words..." Song Yuanyuan was dubious.

The Grand Master is sensitive to poisoning. Once it is poisoned, he can definitely sense it. Not to mention the profound cultivation of the Grand Master, it is not so easy to be poisoned.

Even if there is such a strange poison, if it is not cast at the same time, two kinds are cast first, and when the third kind is cast again, the original two have been excreted from the body.

Therefore, the effect of this poison on the Great Grandmaster is not so great.

Fa Kong smiled and said: "So this is a strange poison, it will not be sensed by the great master, after smelling these two kinds of flowers, the toxin will not be excreted from the body, but will condense in the blood, and the blood will flow. The faster it is, the more stable it is, and when you smell the last floral fragrance, the blood will instantly freeze, the attack is too fast, and you can't react, which can be described as a rare poison in the world."

He shook his head and said: "At this time, the masters of your Tianhai Sword Sect rushed over, and the problem could be solved with a single sword. The guy from Wangjiang Tower left more than ten days ago. This method is really seamless."

Song Yuanyuan frowned and looked at him: "Master is really poisoned?"

Fa Kong nodded.

Song Yuanyuan said: "If you really smell the third kind of flower fragrance, will it really happen?"

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

Song Yuanyuan looked at him curiously.

Fa Kong said: "I have already removed it. If I hadn't known in advance, I'm afraid I would have been recruited."

Song Yuanyuan sighed.

Fa Kong smiled and said, "You think it's only a little bit worse?"

Song Yuanyuan nodded without hesitation.

Fa Kong said: "This is almost impossible to complete. If it is really dangerous, I can sense it a day in advance."

Song Yuanyuan frowned and looked at him.

Fa Kong nodded: "This is the magical effect of Tianyantong."

Song Yuanyuan said thoughtfully: "So, it's impossible by secret."

"It's impossible to count." Fa Kong said: "If you kill it, I will avoid it."

"What if someone uses the master's method?" Song Yuanyuan smiled half-smile, with a sarcasm on the corner of her mouth.

From this point of view, the best way to deal with him is to use his close relatives to force him to take the trick and kill him head-on.

Fakong smiled: "I will avoid this situation in advance."

"If the emperor wants to kill you, an imperial decree declares you to enter the palace, and you won't enter the palace?"

"Don't go in."

"Then the decree will be sent to punish Kongoji Temple."

Fkong smiled: "The emperor would not do this, he also has people he values, just like I dealt with the head of Zhao."

Song Yuanyuan's bright eyes flashed, and she let out a chuckle: "Master, you are despicable and shameless!"

Fa Kong smiled and said, "Despicable and shameless, upright, all are false, and being bound by them is not a good thing."

"Sounds high!" Song Yuanyuan sneered.

Fa Kong said: "Miss Song will be able to experience such a state of mind in the future, do you still want to stay in the temple?"

"Master doesn't want to drive me away, right?" Song Yuanyuan said.

Fa Kong smiled and said, "Miss Song is free to stay."

Song Yuanyuan stared at him with bright eyes: "If Senior Brother really takes action, will you kill him?"

Fakong smiled.

Song Yuanyuan couldn't see the smile in his eyes, she was as calm as water, not disturbed by the waves, but she was shocked and chilled.

Obviously, if Senior Brother Zhao really wants to continue the plan, he will be killed.

"Miss Song, Sect Master Zhao is already outside, go see him." Fa Kong said.

Song Yuanyuan frowned, turned around and left.

Zhao Qianjun stood more than ten meters away from the gate of the outer courtyard of the Jingang Temple.

The believers who came to offer incense are lining up in a long line, stretching more than 100 meters away from Suzaku Avenue, gossiping in twos and threes.

The two young monks stood respectfully at the entrance of the temple, their eyebrows lowered and their eyes closed, their hands folded and motionless, like two statues.

Just at this moment, two middle-aged men and a young woman hurried over, one man was carrying a comatose old man on his back, and the other middle-aged man and woman ran after each other, each supporting the old man's arm to prevent him. He fell.

The middle-aged man who was carrying the old man was sweating profusely, burying his head and running wildly. One of the shoes on his foot had fallen off, and his bare left foot had been stained with blood, leaving blood marks everywhere he passed.

In the distance, the woman said loudly, "Master, help me, save my father!"

The two statue-like young monks abruptly opened their eyes, as if four electric lights shot out.

One monk strode to meet the meteor, and the other turned back to the temple.

The young monk who greeted him put his hand on the back of the unconscious old man and helped him to a rectangular jade stone at the entrance of the temple.

This rectangular white jade stone is about the size of a bed, and it is as warm as jade, but it was obtained by the believers by themselves.

It is very convenient for critically ill patients who come to seek help.

Another young monk floated out lightly, holding a bowl of water in his hand, came to the unconscious old man, and poured a bowl of water into his mouth.

Watching the bowl of water pour down, the three middle-aged men and women let out a long sigh of relief.

The two young monks held the wrists of the unconscious old man respectively. After a while, they put it down with satisfaction, laying him down on the jade stone, and then bowed to the four of them, turned around and floated back to the temple.

After a while, the other two young monks reappeared on both sides of the temple entrance and continued to stand still with their eyes down like statues.

"Father! Father!"

The woman looked ordinary and was staring at the unconscious old man eagerly.

The old man's eyelids moved slowly, then slowly opened, looking at the three of them in confusion.

"Father!" The woman burst into tears: "You scared me to death!"

The unconscious old man suddenly remembered, startled the three of them, and hurriedly supported him, but he pushed his hand away and got up by himself.

He turned his head to look around, found where he was, and smacked his lips: "Did I drink the divine water?"

"Father, you drank a bowl of divine water just now, what happened to you?"

"Stroke." A middle-aged man whispered.

Another middle-aged man said dissatisfiedly: "You are already old, so don't go to work in the fields, don't listen to me! Did you see it? ... If Xiao Cui hadn't brought you food, I wouldn't have found you. In a coma, how could that be!"

If it is found out a while later, it may be that people are already cold, and they are all eighty years old. There is no way to resurrect after death.

Thinking of this, their hearts palpitated.

"Go and go, if I don't work, then sit all day long and wait to die? It's better to die and go home! Don't be ashamed here!"

He turned around and walked away, his footsteps fast and vigorous, three middle-aged men and women had to follow a few steps to keep up.

The believers in Fengxiang shook their heads and laughed, and began to discuss.

This old man got his life back, and after returning, he will definitely continue to do this, and he will never be idle.

When they meet such a father, the three of them have no choice. The older they get, the more stubborn they become, and no one can beat him.

The disadvantage is that it is in Shenjing. If it is elsewhere, and there is no Shenshui to save his life, this old life will be accounted for.

These words caused everyone to nod their heads, and they were once again glad that they were in Shenjing.

Zhao Qianjun's face was gloomy.

Inviting people to buy people's hearts is nothing more than this, this monk Fakong will invite people to buy people's hearts!

It's just a bowl of divine water, and it may be that the monk Fakong doesn't have any effort at all, but it can make people feel grateful.

At present, there are not many disciples in Kongoji Temple, but the future that is visible to the naked eye must have many disciples.

There will be more and more people who want to worship the Kongo Monastery and become the disciple of the monk Fakong.

If you can't worship the Kongo Temple, you will retreat and ask to worship the Daxue Mountain next, which is also considered to be the same door of the law.

Daxueshan will become stronger and stronger, how can the Tianhai Sword Sect become the number one sect in the world?

Fakong, this bald donkey, can't help but get rid of it!

His eyes flashed with cold light, and he quickly disappeared, looking up and continuing to look at the vicissitudes of the outer courtyard of the King Kong Temple.

Song Yuanyuan came to him lightly.

The incense pipes in the queue suddenly widened their eyes and stared blankly at Song Yuanyuan, who was dressed in emerald green robes and looked like a fairy.

"Junior sister. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Zhao Qianjun's eyes were gentle, and he said softly: "It's my fault, go back with me."

Song Yuanyuan looked at him calmly: "Senior brother, it's fine for me to stay here, and I won't go back for the time being."

"Junior sister—!" Zhao Qianjun whispered softly: "I promise you."

Song Yuanyuan whispered in his ear: "Senior brother, I'll stay here and find out what he is."

She uses voice transmission to enter the secret.

Zhao Qianjun was startled, and then his eyes lit up.

Song Yuanyuan continued to use voice transmission to enter the secret: "He is very capable and only shows two or three points. If you don't understand it clearly, how can you deal with him?"

Zhao Qianjun nodded lightly, but his face was gloomy, staring at her.

"You don't have to come again." Song Yuanyuan snorted, turned around and left.

Zhao Qianjun gritted his teeth and flicked his sleeves, then turned and left.

Chapter end

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