His feeling is very special, but it is held by an eminent monk, and it has the rhythm of heaven and earth.

From this string of beads, you can feel an inexplicable joy, joy for heaven and earth, and love for the world.

Fa Kong explored carefully.

This string of prayer beads is the most inconspicuous among the nine strings of prayer beads. The other beads are either made of sandalwood or pear wood.

This bunch is made of ordinary peach wood.

This kind of wood is not hard in texture and rots easily, so it will not last long in the world.

But just such a string of mahogany beads was actually held by an enlightened eminent monk, and was intoxicated with the aura of this eminent monk.

He concentrated on the feeling and shook his head.

This eminent monk has passed away and is no longer alive in this world. It is a pity.

If you were still alive, you could discuss Buddhism face to face.

"Abbot." Lin Feiyang and Fu Qinghe appeared in the small courtyard.

Fakong glanced at them: "Is it done?"

"Hehe." Lin Feiyang smiled triumphantly: "Throw those three guys into the prison of Shenwu Mansion."

Fu Qinghe said calmly: "By the way, their martial arts will be abolished."

Lin Feiyang said: "If their martial arts are not abolished, if the emperor lets them out again, wouldn't all their hard work be in vain?"

He felt that it was very likely that he would continue to let him go.

The emperor is still very afraid of the Tianhai Sword Sect. He dare not arrest the disciples of the Tianhai Sword Sect and let them assassinate the princess, let alone slander himself. Therefore, it is better to strike first and destroy them first.

"Protect that woman." Fakong said, "The Tianhai Sword Sect will probably send someone to kill her."

He killed her and said that he had no evidence and could get away with it.

"She was also taken to the prison of Shenwu Mansion." Lin Feiyang smiled and said, "It was Zhu's idea."

"Very good." Fakong nodded and waved his hand.

Lin Feiyang did not retreat, but smiled: "Abbott, Prince Ming has entered the city, should I go and see him?"

As night went on, he became more excited and awake, and did not want to sleep.

This is the power given to him by the shadow.

Even if I don't sleep all night, I won't feel sleepy at all, and I will still be energetic and energetic the next day.

He often sleeps only one night out of three nights, and does not need to sleep for the other two days, without feeling sleepy at all.

This has slowly become a habit.

Fakong glanced at him.

Lin Feiyang watched eagerly.

Fakong said slowly: "It's okay to take a look, but there are experts around King Ming, so be careful."

"Yes!" Lin Feiyang agreed excitedly.

He disappeared in a flash, fearing that Fa Kong would regret it.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

Prince Ming's Mansion was within the scope of his mind's eye, and he could see everything in Prince Ming's Mansion clearly.

"Fu Qinghe."

"Here." Fu Qinghe turned into a gust of wind and appeared in front of Fa Kong.

Fakong looked at him.

Fu Qinghe looked calm: "Abbott, just ask."

Fakong nodded: "Get a jar of sacred water and send it to Prince Ming's Mansion."

"Yes." Fu Qinghe said, turned around and left.

Although he didn't know how to do it, he didn't ask any more and went directly to Lin Feiyang, who gave him some pointers.

Fu Qinghe took a jasper altar, filled it from the copper vat, stuffed it into his sleeve, and walked slowly outside Prince Ming's Mansion.

The place outside Prince Ming's Mansion was deserted and no one came near.

The court officials had the best information and the best understanding of the situation. At this time, no one approached King Ming.

After all, he is the prince of Dayong. Once he gets too close, he will definitely get into trouble.

Two young guards stood at the steps of Prince Ming's Mansion, looking calm and solemn, looking at Fu Qinghe calmly.

Fu Qinghe did not come to the guard with a gentle expression. Instead, he came to the guard with a cold expression and said calmly: "By the order of the abbot, I came here to see His Highness Prince Ming."

"Which abbot?" the guard asked coldly.

"Abbott of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple."

"Fakong Divine Monk?"

"Exactly."

"Wait a moment, let me pass the message." The guard's face softened slightly, and he turned and left.

Fu Qinghe stood still, staring at the red lacquer door of Prince Ming's Mansion.

Under the setting sun, the rows of copper nails on the vermilion-lacquered gate gleamed red, bringing an aura of wealth and honor to your face.

Another guard looked at him curiously.
Chapter completed!