The two of them exited the mansion. The leader of the Qianlong Guard left the house with his hands behind his back and walked around in the atrium with a solemn expression on his face.

Fa Kong's eyes glowed slightly with golden light, shining through.

Under the golden eyes, the guard master's clothes gradually became transparent, and his body also became transparent, with only jasper-like meridians.

There are traces of purple energy flowing in the meridians, circling in various acupoints around the body, a total of thirty-six acupoints.

Fakong stared at these thirty-six acupuncture points.

He vaguely realized that the selection of these thirty-six acupuncture points was very particular. They seemed to form a strange whole, seamless and self-contained.

Fakong suddenly understood that this was their magic method to block the magnetic field of the Grand Master.

This is not a separate method of shielding, but the body method itself is like this, and the body method itself has the magical effect of shielding the breath.

This is the true secret method.

Qianlong, Qianlong.

Fa Kong was thoughtful.

I'm afraid the name of Qianlongwei comes from this mentality.

It's probably called Qianlong Jue or something like that.

His golden eyes were moving, and he carefully observed the movement of this mental method.

This Hidden Dragon Technique has been running on its own, just like my own Vajra Indestructible Magic Technique, otherwise there is no way to cover the breath.

He tried to run the Hidden Dragon Art in his body.

Carry a stream of pure Qi from the Dantian and enter the first acupoint first.

Suddenly, golden flowers bloomed in front of his eyes, his internal organs were vibrating, his blood was pumping, and his heartbeat was pounding faster, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

He endured the pain and discomfort, and stubbornly urged the Gangqi to enter the second acupoint.

Suddenly, his eyesight turned black.

The meridians are all tight and twitching like a spasm.

His face suddenly turned as white as paper, and he was covered in sweat.

He slowly regained his strength.

This Hidden Dragon Technique has its own secret method of cultivation. You cannot practice it so forcefully, otherwise it will kill you.

It's really a wonderful trick.

Fakong shook his head.

After all, the imperial court is a imperial court, and the secrets and magical techniques that a country can acquire are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

He decided to take it easy first, find Qianlongwei's residence, and then see how they practiced.

He returned to his small courtyard in a flash.

The mansion where the Qianlong Guards were located was actually within the range of his mind's eye, and he could always see them.

Two more middle-aged men came to the mansion, walked straight into the atrium, clasped their fists and saluted: "Master of the Guard."

"Have you found out?"

"Yes, Prince Jingbei was very cooperative. He said that Princess Jingbei suffered from cold sting, but Master Fakong judged that it was poisoning and concluded that it was poisoned by two maids from Kunshan Holy Cult."

"Two maids..."

"Yes." The two ordinary middle-aged men nodded: "The methods of the Kunshan Holy Cult are despicable enough. Many maids are disciples of the Kunshan Holy Cult and are mixed in the palace. Now, only some maids in the palace have been found to have problems.

I haven’t investigated the courtiers’ houses in detail yet, so I guess there are more problems.”

"Girl..."

At this time, two other ordinary middle-aged people also came in. After cupping their fists and saluting, they said in a deep voice: "Master Wei, there are indeed many problems with the maid. Prince Yi's house, Prince Ying's house, and many other princes' houses have problems."

"Where's Fakong?"

"Master Fakong reminded them, which prevented their whole family from being destroyed." An ordinary middle-aged man said solemnly: "If it weren't for Master Fakong, the current King of Ying and King Yi's family would probably..."

He shook his head solemnly: "This is undoubtedly the method of Kunshan Holy Cult."

"Why does Fakong know?"

"It is said that Master Fakong has clairvoyance."

"Heavenly Eyes..." The old man let out an inexplicable laugh, shook his head and said, "Is there a possibility that Fakong is also a member of the Kunshan Holy Cult?"

"This..." The four middle-aged people looked at each other.

They really haven't thought about this problem.

A middle-aged man with a square face hesitated and said: "Master of the Guard, I'm afraid it's not possible. The Kunshan Holy Cult has a huge grudge against Fakong. They have assassinated each other several times, but they were all defeated by Master Fakong..."

"What about the bitter meat plan?"

"This..." The four middle-aged people were helpless.

It seems that the Guardian has determined that there is something wrong with Master Fakong.

This is troublesome.

The old man said slowly: "Is all this an arrangement to cover Fakong? Is this considered a success?"

"Master Wei, if you think about it this way, I'm afraid everyone is suspected. Before being identified, it's hard to tell which one is not a disciple of Kunshan Holy Cult. They are too elusive."

"So, the possibility of Fa Kong cannot be ruled out."

"……yes."

"If he didn't show off his magical powers, it wouldn't be so conspicuous." The old man put his hands behind his hands and smiled faintly: "But he just wants to show off his magical powers. Haha, there has never been any magical powers throughout the ages!"

The four of them were helpless, knowing that no matter how much they talked, it would be useless.

The next moment, the purple-gold shadow flashed, and Fa Kong appeared in front of him.

The expressions of the four people suddenly changed.

The old man's expression changed and he stared at Fakong.

All of Dharma Kong's cultivation skills are concentrated in the Medicine Buddha statue, and his body seems to be empty without even a trace of cultivation skills.

However, the five of them had different minds, so their intuition was extremely sharp, and they sensed the threat coming from Fa Kong.

"Who are you……?"

"Poor monk Fa Kong." Fa Kong Heshi smiled.

Her purple and gold cassock fluttered, and her expression was calm.

"Fakong!" Feng Chaoling, an old bystander, said solemnly: "How brave you are to break into my Qianlong Guard!"

Fakong smiled and said: "Master Wei, please calm down. The poor monk is here to prove one thing, which is the existence of magical powers."

"Haha!" Feng Chaoling chuckled, stroking his hands and said: "What a monk Fakong, he is really bold!"

Fakong said: "The Guardian thinks that magical powers don't exist, right? This time, it's the magical power of feet."

"It's just a bit more skillful movement." Feng Chaoling said calmly.

Fakong smiled: "The poor monk used his mind to see what the guardian was thinking."

"...Forget it." Feng Chaoling narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Fa Kong.

Fakong smiled and said: "I know that the concept of the guardian is strong and it is difficult to turn around in a moment."

"How to try?"

"How about the Lord Wei think of a word, or ten words, in his mind, and the poor monk then write it out?"

"...Okay!" Feng Chaoling said: "Let's see what the so-called magical power is like!"

Even though Fakong suddenly broke in and was confident, he still didn't believe in the existence of supernatural powers.

He had been a lay disciple of Puqing Temple and had seen what eminent monks were like. The so-called Buddhist mantras and so-called supernatural powers were just imaginings of the inner world. They were used in the inner world, not the outer world.

This is the basic concept of Buddhism that everything is created by the mind, and the most characteristic one is the inner world.

When the mind arises, each other arises, and when circumstances coincide, it becomes concrete.

Fakong stretched out his hand and made a move.

A dead branch under the wall fluttered over and landed in his hand.

He gently scratched the tree branch on the ground and wrote nine words.

"Master of the Guard, how are you?" Fakong looked at Feng Chaoling with a smile.

Feng Chaoling stared at these nine words with a solemn expression, then raised his head to look at Fa Kong.

When the other four people saw his expression, they knew that Fakong had written it correctly, and their eyes were opened immediately.

This is almost impossible to accomplish.

Facts first, if you still insist that you don't have magical powers, you are indeed speaking out of conscience.
To be continued...