Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

He nodded secretly.

That's right, how could there be no first-class guards in the Vajra Temple.

He no longer cast the Buddhist mantra, and his mind was only focused on the three first-class.

The two old monks slowly stood up, and the old man in green robes who was walking halfway up the mountain paused and frowned in the direction of the Vajra Temple.

Across the mountain, he seemed to be able to see the Vajra Temple.

The two old monks looked in his direction.

Fakong's mind observed and tried to extend the three of them. He found that each line of sight hit the other accurately.

The old man in green robes shot the old monk carving stone with his right eye, and the old monk in the Sutra Pavilion with his left eye.

The sights of the two old monks hit him.

After staring for a moment, the old man in green robes turned around and walked slowly down the mountain, still stroking his beard and walking calmly and easily.

Fakong opened his eyes.

"Interesting..." He laughed.

Faning didn't understand, and looked over curiously: "Senior brother?"

Fakong smiled and waved his hand.

Faning said, "Brother, I'll go to the entrance of the valley and guard it. If someone breaks in, I'll stop them in advance to avoid destroying the herb garden."

He has been taking good care of the herbs for a while. Now he has more knowledge about herbs, is very interested in taking care of them, and has a deep affection for them.

The so-called affection is how much you give. The more you give to a certain object, the deeper the affection. This is human nature.

Fakong nodded.

Faning hurriedly floated to the entrance of the valley, standing like an iron tower, trying to hide his simplicity, his eyes wide open, and looking around covetously.

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

From what we can see now, the revenge of Dayong Wulin, which was as fast as thunder and lightning, will eventually end in failure.

With the help of the Qingxin Mantra, the Vajra Temple has an advantage despite the small number of people. They are more courageous and their morale is high.

There are those who are injured, and before they take the medicine, the rejuvenation mantra falls.

Fakong even casts the rejuvenation mantra on everyone.

The current Rejuvenation Mantra cannot be compared with the Purifying Mantra, and its effect can only last for half an hour.

Within half an hour, there is a continuous flow of power from the void, as if it is a revelation, restoring their physical injuries and fatigue, allowing their bodies to return to the best condition.

Combined with the Purifying Mantra, they can achieve the most perfect combat state.

Not only are they full of fighting spirit and energy, but their bodies are also full of infinite power that they want to vent.

In this state, the masters of the Vajra Temple only regret that there are too few opponents.

"Woo..." The low sound of the conch spreads in the sky.

The masters of Dayong retreated like a tide.

In the blink of an eye, the good, the injured, the disabled, and the dead all disappeared from the eyes of the monks of the Vajra Temple.

Like the ebb tide of the sea, the waves swept away everything.

"Amitabha!"

"Brother Yuanfeng, is everything okay?"

Yuanfeng's face was flushed, and he laughed loudly: "It's great! It's really great!"

He used the Vajra Body, and originally mobilized all his cultivation to transform into nine moves. After nine moves, the thief would be gone.

After eight moves, he originally wanted to save his strength, so as not to be unable to fight again after the last move, and be easily killed when weak.

But before the strength was exhausted, new strength had been replenished, and it was continuous, and he couldn't help but become more and more excited.

"Is this the mantra of Master Fakong?"

"The Heart Purification Mantra."

"And the Rejuvenation Mantra."

"I thought Master Fakong only had the Great Light Mantra, but it turns out there are these mantras, which are really magical."

"It's amazing!"

"With Master Fakong's mantra, what do we have to fear in Vajra Temple?"

"Haha, there are too few of them, it's not satisfying."

"That's right, it would be better if there were more!"

"I just hope they can be more ruthless next time. With so few people coming, they can't beat our Vajra Temple!"

"Next time, leave them all behind, and none of them can leave!"

"Haha, leave them all behind, and no one can leave!"

...

They stood on the top of Vajra Peak, looking excited, excited, laughing loudly, and full of heroic spirit.

Fakong smiled and opened his eyes.

Although he didn't fight in person, he felt inexplicably comfortable.

He has been practicing hard for immortality, and he won't cause trouble until he has practiced enough to protect himself.

This time, he took action decisively because he didn't need to show up.

After helping his fellow disciples at the Vajra Temple and winning, he felt extremely happy, like drinking nectar, and his heart was refreshed from the inside out.

He stood up, held the railing, and looked at the clear lake.

The fish were swimming freely among the swaying water plants, agile and free.

Staring at them for a moment, his excitement slowly subsided.

Then he closed his eyes.

His mind's eye once again observed the two first-rank monks.

The real heroes this time were actually the two first-rank monks.

The old monk who was carving the stone was still carving the stone tablet, hammer by hammer, seriously and attentively, as if there was only this thing in the world.

The old monk on the third floor of the Sutra Pavilion sat back in the Arhat chair, dozing off with the Buddhist scriptures.

The white light wheel behind their heads had disappeared.

At this time, they were ordinary and ordinary, and they really didn't look like first-rank monks.

Fakong was thoughtful.

As soon as he thought about it, his life span burned.

He entered the Prajnaparamita Kalachakra Tower and took advantage of his enlightenment to practice. The inexplicable enlightenment kept surging in his heart.

He experienced the subtle joy in his heart while secretly performing the Buddhist mantra.

Unconsciously, the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art made rapid progress, much faster than usual.

When he opened his eyes, he had already stepped into the third floor.

In addition to his joy, he fell into deep thought.

If you follow the usual speed of cultivation, it will take at least two months to reach the third level in reality. Just because you are practicing in a state of enlightenment, you will directly step into the third level?

Why is this so?

Once you find out the mystery, you will definitely be able to speed up your cultivation and master the indestructible power of the Vajra more quickly, so that you can navigate the world and live a long and happy life.

Time passed unconsciously.

When he woke up from his meditation, he found that food was already placed on the table, and Fan Ning and Lin Feiyang were already sitting in front of him.

The glazed lamps emitted soft light.

The Yingxin Pavilion and the cloister are brightly lit, just like daylight.

The flowers, plants and strange animals carved on the lamps seemed to come alive.

The flowers and plants seemed to be blowing in the wind, swaying slightly.

Each strange beast is adjusting its posture slightly.

He suddenly felt the fragrance.

"Senior brother?"

"Let's eat." Fakong said.

"It's almost cold after eating!" Lin Feiyang complained.

He grabbed a piece of beef with his chopsticks and threw it into his mouth, chewed it vigorously, and said with an excited smile: "Monk, this killing was really fun, these guys were really killed, haha!"

"Don't talk about this while eating." Fakong said.

Lin Feiyang chuckled and said: "Anyway, it's really fun to kill. After the fourth level of the Royal Shadow Sutra, I am really unaware of the ghosts."

As he spoke, he could no longer control his elation and chuckled: "The world is so big, who can see through me?!"

Faning ate in silence, shaking his head secretly.

here we go again.

Lin Feiyang is indeed very capable, but he is also good at bragging about himself. He can't help bragging at every turn.

But there is no way to refute him, his movement skills are indeed rare in the world.

Fakong took a deep look at Lin Feiyang.

When Lin Feiyang saw him like this, it was like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head. He could only accept the boasting and said with a smile: "But monk, the Vajra Temple is indeed the Vajra Temple. It's too powerful!"

He praised: "One is worth five, and the pressure is so great that Master Dayong can't even lift his head. It's so fierce!"

"After this time, they should know that Vajra Temple is powerful and won't dare to come again!"

"Don't you dare come again?" Fakong shook his head.

"Senior brother." Fa En floated over and titheed.

"Fan, have you eaten? Do you want to sit down and eat something?" Lin Feiyang asked carelessly.

Fan smiled and shook his head. After thanking him, he asked Fan Kong to come over as soon as possible.

Fakong put down his chopsticks and followed him to Huinan's yard.

The moonlight is like water, and the night is hazy.

The six glazed lamps that Fa Kong respected illuminated Huinan's small courtyard brightly and softly, like daylight.

There are also four glazed lamps hanging in the small pavilion in the courtyard.

"Abbot, Master." Fakong stepped forward to join him.

Abbot Hui'an and Huinan are sitting in the small courtyard, sitting opposite each other on the stone table.

Huinan still had the usual unhappy expression.

Hui An smiled.

He changed from his usual solemnity, stroking his beard and said with a smile: "Fakong, thanks to your Buddhist mantra this time, there were no casualties among the disciples."

"Abbott, why do you need to say thank you?" Fakong smiled and said, "It's just my job."

Hui An shook his head: "The disciples of the Vajra Temple have nothing to do, and every contribution is rare."

Huinan said: "Senior brother, there is no need to reward me again, the reward last time was enough."

Hui An smiled and said: "Unknown rewards and punishments are a big taboo for an abbot...Fakong, what reward do you want?"

"... Then let's take some pills to improve your cultivation."

"Well, this is easy to handle." Hui An nodded.

He suddenly smiled and patted Fukong's chest with his palm, causing his skin to glow slightly with a golden light.

"Pa." The voice was soft.

Fakong looked at him doubtfully.

"Sure enough, we have reached the third floor." Hui An shook his head with emotion.

Abbot Hui'an's senses are so keen!

His mind was spinning, and he had a flash of inspiration and said with a smile: "It turns out that the abbot is of the first rank."

Huinan snorted and said, "You just know!"

Fakong Heshi said: "My disciple admires me, the abbot is the one who truly hides his secrets."

I always thought that Hui An was a second-grade person, and I also suspected that he was a first-grade person, but there was no way to confirm it.

There is no way to confirm it now.

When observing with the mind's eye, Yipin can still remain hidden, just like the two old monks are now ordinary in observing with the mind's eye.

If I hadn't seen the previous scene, I would never have thought that they were the first grade.

Hui'an waved his hand and smiled: "It's nothing to do with the first level. The Vajra Indestructible Magic Skill is still stumbling and slow as a tortoise."

Huinan said: "The Vajra is indestructible. The way to achieve Vajra is difficult in today's world. How can it not be difficult? Senior brother, you are too greedy."

"Alas..." Hui An shook his head: "After all, we still cannot escape the great horror between life and death."

"Abbott, what is the first grade?"

"First grade, it's just knowing one's mind and one's nature." Hui'an smiled and said, "It's not as mysterious as the world says."

"It's easy to say it is easy to understand one's mind, but it is extremely difficult to do it." Huinan said with a smile: "If it were so easy, how could it frustrate so many people."

"What is the difference between the power of second-grade and first-grade martial arts?" Fakong seized the opportunity and asked.

Hui An seemed to be in agitated mood and was very interested in talking. This was the best opportunity to ask for advice. If he missed it, it might be difficult to get him to talk.

"That's it, I'll give you another slap and you try." Hui'an said with a smile.

Fakong nodded.

This time Hui An gave a light palm.

Fakong had closed his eyes and received the slap quietly.

At this time, a white light wheel appeared behind Hui An's head, and his palm was covered with white light, which lightly pressed on his chest.

The white light entered smoothly.