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- Fakong said: "At present, it can only be suppressed, and there is no way to solve it once and for all."
With the improvement of his Vajra Immortality Magical Skill, he should be able to completely suppress her and not be afraid of her demons entering the body.
Even with the improvement of his cultivation level, he can kill with one blow.
It will take time.
However, things in the world are often not satisfactory. If I am working hard, a genius like Yang Shuangting should also be working hard.
Fortunately, as long as she is not pushed into a corner, she is not enough to threaten herself.
After all, once she reverses the Taishang Jingming Sutra and all demons enter her body, she herself will undoubtedly die, with both body and spirit destroyed.
It can only be suppressed like this, and it is a victory not to let her cause more damage, and I can't ask for more.
Xu Zhijian smiled and said: "It's good if you can suppress it. In terms of the speed of diligence, no one can match you. Maybe after a while, you will practice a Buddhist mantra again and you will be able to subdue it completely."
Fakong said: "Then let me borrow a good word from brother Xu."
"By the way, you held the Yangyang Ceremony in Tianjing, what about Shenjing? Are you going to hold it too?"
"I would like to hold it, but unfortunately" He shook his head.
Xu Zhijian raised his eyebrows: "Can't the grand ceremony be held in Shenjing?"
"The emperor will have scruples." Fakong said.
Xu Zhijian was puzzled: "What is there to worry about?"
Fakong smiled: "My actions like this are too strong for the promotion of reputation. In the future, I will only know that there is me, and I will not know that there is an emperor."
"Ha!" Xu Zhijian suddenly laughed.
He shook his head and said, "This is tooyou can still plot rebellion? You can't shake his Chu family's power!"
Fakong said: "The emperor is not worried that I will rebel, but the influence is too strong. If words are more effective than him there will be no two days."
"What's the point?" Xu Zhijian said.
Fakong shook his head: "In fact, I can understand the emperor."
Xu Zhijian's eyes widened.
Fakong said with a smile: "Now, although my influence is strong, I still can't compare with the emperor after all, but I have a long lifespan. If the emperor is not in power in the future, if the new king takes the throne"
"The emperor is the emperor after all." Xu Zhijian disagreed with his thoughts: "No matter how influential you are, Fakong, it is impossible to impact the majesty of the emperor."
Fakong smiled.
Xu Zhijian frowned: "Unless the new emperor is not acting wisely, or the emperor will be confused"
He nodded: "Fakong, you are indeed a problem, especially if you are still from Daxueshan. Your words will indeed affect the court and the martial arts."
If Fakong's prestige reaches the point where the whole world admires him, and he sees that the new emperor has acted improperly, if he says that the new emperor is not a wise lord, he should change to another emperor, and the hearts of the world will inevitably be disturbed.
Once restless, I am afraid there will be a disaster of military chaos.
Especially with the martial arts sects mixed in, it was even more difficult for the imperial court to deal with it.
Even the court officials admire Fakong's words
It is indeed unimaginable.
What's more serious is that if Fakong's prestige increases too quickly, it may affect the choice of the new emperor.
If he said that a certain prince was wrong, he possessed great supernatural powers and clairvoyance, and the officials would naturally have doubts.
Thinking of this, Xu Zhijian looked at Fakong and shook his head: "There is really no way to solve this, unless you retire directly, otherwiseeven if you retreat, it is useless. The emperor is not at ease every day you are here."
Fakong laughed and said, "Unless I die."
"Fake death?" Xu Zhijian said: "It's also a way. You can promise the emperor that you will die in suspended animation ten or twenty years later."
Fakong said: "The emperor may not believe it, nor will he feel at ease."
Xu Zhijian put down his wine glass, got up and paced.
After turning around a few times, with a helpless look on his face, he said with a wry smile: "I really have nothing to say, there is no way."
"So I'm afraid there is no way to return to Yang Ceremony." Fakong said.
Xu Zhijian said: "The news spread to Shenjing, and people found out that you held the Yangyang Ceremony in Tianjing, but not in Shenjing. I'm afraid they will blame you."
He immediately slapped his hands: "I'm afraid this is what the emperor wants to do, right? Let everyone complain and dissatisfy you, and weaken your majesty."
Fakong nodded slightly.
"Then what should we do?" Xu Zhijian frowned, and said dissatisfiedly: "The emperor's move is too harmful, not to mention, the loss to the people is too great."
Obviously there is a chance to live again, but because I am afraid of the law."
"How can a person live in this world without suffering? How can there be so many losses? Living like this is too tiring!"
"I don't feel tired, it's quite comfortable." The old Meng said triumphantly: "At least I won't be played around by others."
"Okay, Lao Meng, what do you mean by that?"
"Okay, okay, Lao Ye, everyone knows it's you, don't be as knowledgeable as Lao Meng."
"Ha ha¡¡"
Everyone laughed unkindly.
"Hey, the monk is here!"
The gate of the outer courtyard of King Kong Temple walked out of Fakong.
The purple gold cassock fluttered, and Fakong walked calmly and calmly, followed by six people from Haiming and four people from Xu Qingluo.
Under the gaze of everyone, Fakong walked slowly to the ten small coffins, paid tithes to the men and women beside the coffins, and closed his eyes without moving.
Xu Qingluo and the others looked around, only to find that more and more people had gathered around them.
After these people surrounded him, they all saluted together, but they didn't bother Fakong, they just looked at him respectfully.
Fakong made mudras with his hands, and muttered Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.
The sound of chanting is soft and thin, but it clearly reaches the ears of everyone around.
People only feel that the sound of chanting sutras is coming from the sky at first glance, and it seems to be in the clouds, passing over slowly.
After a while, they felt that the sound of chanting came from the soles of their feet, passed through their feet to their bodies, and then passed into their ears, resounding in their hearts.
This feeling is very weird, but very real, and then I saw Fakong emitting a soft white light, which gradually enveloped himself, and then enveloped ten coffins in it.
Including the men and women next to the coffin, they were also shrouded in white light, and felt that the light reflected in their hearts, driving away the haze in their hearts.
Their mood became excited, and they became looking forward to it. They felt that their child was saved, and they would definitely be saved!
They looked longingly.
The white light became more and more intense, thick like a white cocoon, wrapping them in it. After a cup of tea, the white light quickly faded, and they all converged into the coffin.
Fakong stopped chanting, opened his eyes, and waved his long sleeves.
The lids of the ten coffins all floated up and fluttered to the side.
Immediately, children climbed up from the coffin.
All of them had ruddy complexions and dazed eyes, as if they had just woken up.
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