King Yi, King Ying, King Xin, King Duan?

Every prince is very important, and if one of them is lost, it will be a huge loss.

Fakong was too lazy to worry about this, so he might as well give the emperor a headache.

The sound of a round lamp came from outside: "Abbott, there is a Miss Sun outside who wants to see you."

"Invite her in." Fakong said.

He could already see Sun Biqian outside.

Sun Biqian wore a green shirt, which reflected her fair skin.

She was looking up at the plaque, her big bright eyes flashing, blurred and moving.

The round lantern arrived at the door and led her inside.

Sun Biqian suddenly stopped and looked at Fu Qinghe who was standing by the release pond.

Fu Qinghe stood blankly by the release pond, staring down at the turtle. He was still the same as before, and had not changed since he stepped into the Grand Master.

They were both in a daze by the release pond, but their state was completely different.

He always felt that these turtles contained infinite wisdom. When he stared at the turtles, his mind was peaceful, in a trance, and fell into a wonderful state.

In this state, his perception of his body is extremely sensitive and meticulous, and he is even equally clear about his own mind.

Drunken and drunk, Tao Taoran.

He was so addicted to this wonderful state that he couldn't extricate himself.

He has never cared about other people's opinions. Now that he has stepped into the Grand Master, he is full of confidence and does not care.

Yuan Deng smiled and said: "Miss Sun, this is the abbot's attendant, Fu Qinghe."

"Attendant?" Sun Biqian nodded lightly: "I heard."

Her big bright eyes moved and she looked up and down at Fu Qinghe twice.

This is Fu Qinghe, the love-cutting sword of the Tianhai Sword Sect.

He is handsome and elegant, but he doesn't look like a heartless person or a murderous sword without emotions.

She shook her head regretfully, followed the round lantern and continued walking inside, arriving at Fakong's small courtyard.

Fakong stood up and smiled.

Sun Biqian smiled and said: "Congratulations, Master."

Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Sun Biqian Heshi expressed her gratitude: "Da Qian's fate was finally changed by the master. Changing one's fate against the will of heaven is powerful, and changing one's fate against the fate of a country is even more powerful. The master's methods are truly astonishing."

Fakong smiled and said: "It seems that Qin Tianjian knows the fate of Daqian?"

"It's nothing more than prosperity and decline." Sun Biqian said: "This has been the case in all dynasties throughout the ages. Some encountered foreign enemies, and some themselves declined. Our cadre encountered foreign enemies, and it was difficult to decline."

Fakong said: "Qin Tianjian may have made a mistake. This matter was not my handiwork."

This is why I am inferior to Qin Tianjian.

I can only see three years, but I can't see what happens three years later.

Qin Tianjian can see it for decades.

Of course, they may only see the general outline, and cannot see their own personal destiny as they do themselves.

One's own clairvoyance is subtle when gained and gross when lost.

Qin Tian Jian is just the opposite.

"Isn't it the master's handiwork?"

"I'm just a monk. I don't have such skill or ability." Fakong shook his head and said with a smile, "There is someone else."

Sun Biqian was thoughtful and said: "Could it be Prince Xin?"

Fakong smiled and said: "Miss Sun came here just to determine who did it, right?"

Sun Biqian shook his head and said: "The biggest variable in the world is you, Master. Without you, Daqian's fate cannot be changed."

"I'm not worthy of it." Fakong shook his head.

This is true, he is indeed the biggest variable, maybe because he has clairvoyance, or because he came from time travel and should have died.

Sun Biqian said: "I came here this time to express my gratitude on behalf of the supervisor."

Fakong smiled and said: "I am also a citizen of Daqian. How can I let Daqian sink? Why should the supervisor be so polite?"

Sun Biqian shook his head and said: "Master, as a divine monk, even if your career is gone, you will still be prosperous, so there is no need to wade into this muddy water."

She took out a gray-brown object from her arms, the size of a palm, and looked like wood and stone: "This is the tortoise shell. It has always been the treasure of the supervisor. It is specially given to the master to thank the master for his contribution to Daqian."

Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly.

This is quite intriguing.

If you have made contributions to Da Qian, why do you want the supervisors of Qin Tian Jian to give gifts as a thank you? This means that Qin Tian Jian regards themselves as the masters of Da Qian?

"Grandmaster?"

"Okay, thank you very much." Fa Kong said with a smile: "If I take this, there won't be any trouble, right?"

Sun Biqian said: "Master, you are worrying too much. Even if the emperor knew about it, he wouldn't say anything."

Fakong smiled and said: "That's good. If the emperor is overly concerned and thinks that I have taken refuge in your Qintian Prison, it will be endless trouble."

"The Emperor will definitely not believe it." Sun Biqian smiled sweetly and said: "Master himself has magical powers, why should he rely on others."

Fakong asked: "What is the magical use of this spirit tortoise shell?"

"The magical uses of the tortoise shell are endless." Sun Biqian said: "Especially for a person like the master who has clairvoyance, but I don't know how to use it."

Fa Kongruo held the tortoise shell in his hand and used his clairvoyance to look at the tortoise shell.

But the tortoise shell began to change, turning into a mirror, with an inexplicable scene clearly showing inside.

Fa Kong's mind moved slightly.

He saw himself up there.

He was standing on a rock on the top of a mountain, opposite Li Ying. The two were facing each other with swords in their hands, their expressions cold.

Fakong raised his head and looked at Sun Biqian.

But Sun Biqian couldn't see anything. The tortoise shell was still just a tortoise shell. She could only see Fakong lowering his head, and then looking over again, his eyes as deep as the sea.

She smiled sweetly and said, "Master, do you have any insights?"

Fakong nodded slowly: "It is indeed a treasure!"

"There are two pieces of spiritual armor in Qintian Prison." Sun Biqian said: "The prison master has been playing with it and was reluctant to let it go for a moment. Now I will give you one piece, Master."

"This poor monk accepts this sentiment." Fakong said, "Thank you to the supervisor for me."

"Then take your leave." Sun Biqian titheed.

This spirit tortoise shell was passed down from ancient times and has been kept in Qintian Prison for generations, but now it has finally been sent out.

From this aspect, the supervisor is a prodigal.

This must be a carefully considered decision by the prison master. Everyone knows that the pressure of doing so will make him a criminal in the Qintian Prison, and he will not know how many years of ridicule and dissatisfaction will be caused by future generations.

A spirit tortoise shell was exchanged for a thank you. I don't know whether the supervisor took advantage or suffered a big loss.

The law and space combined with the tithe, and Sun Biqian turned around and left lightly.

Fakong lowered his head and played with the tortoise shell.

The turtle shell looks bumpy, but feels smooth like jade, with a faint cold feeling.

When you use your clairvoyance, the biggest limitation is that you can't see yourself, you can only see others.

You can't even see yourself in the mirror.

You can only keep looking at the people around you to deduce your own good or bad luck.

Now with this spirit tortoise shell, this limitation has been completely solved.

When I can see myself, I feel much more at ease.

But the scene I just saw happened three years later. What was it like?

It's a pity that this spirit tortoise shell can't help him extend time. He can't see beyond three years, but can only see the situation within three years.

Thinking of this, he once again concentrated on Yunzu Celestial Vision and looked over.

——

On the top of the mountain, Fakong and Li Ying stood facing each other with swords drawn, their expressions cold and solemn.

After standing still for a while, the two slowly drew their swords.

Two bolts of lightning struck together instantly.
To be continued...