Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

In his previous life, he worked hard from an orphan to a prestigious university, and then from a salesman to founding his own company. There were many twists and turns, hardships and obstacles, and his life was on the verge of bankruptcy several times.

When I finally had financial freedom and planned to enjoy life, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness and only had one month left.

In just a few days, he experienced disbelief, unwillingness, anger, struggle, despair, and ultimately endless regret.

If I had known that my life would be so short, why didn't I enjoy life to the fullest? Why did I just focus on making money and be blinded by money?

At this time, a friend introduced an eminent monk.

He usually doesn't worship Buddha statues when he sees them, because he feels that Buddha is too busy to pay attention to him, and he still has to rely on himself.

But at this time, when the doctor had no other options and he was in the abyss of despair, he could only temporarily hold the Buddha's thigh.

This eminent monk was ugly and his clothes were washed white. He walked into his villa and took a look at him. He shook his head and said only two words "difficulty" before turning and leaving.

His success was not a fluke. He was far more determined than ordinary people. He first found two consulting companies to carefully investigate the details of this master.

This Master Liao Kong is indeed an eminent monk with good teachings, and is not packaged or hyped.

As his condition worsened, the painkillers no longer worked, and the pain became worse day by day. He gritted his teeth and donated all his assets to the temple where Master Kong lived.

At this time, he was disappointed and hated money.

No amount of money could save his life, but because of it, he became anxious and angry, which ultimately led to this terminal illness.

Simply throw away all the worries and try to take a chance, like a drowning person who doesn't let go of a straw.

Two days later, Master Liao Kong appeared again.

He was given a palm-sized statue of Medicine Master Tathagata Buddha and a copy of the Medicine Sutra.

He taught him the methods of mudra and chanting.

After he learned it, he couldn't help but asked with a smile: "Master, if I don't donate incense money, it's difficult. If I donate incense money, can I be saved?"

"What is the donor's greatest wish now?"

"Grow! Live! No! Die!" He said these four words with gritted teeth, fierce and desperate.

Before he was terminally ill, his biggest wish was to make money desperately, to stand out and live proudly, so that he could live up to his life.

Only after he became terminally ill did he realize what was most precious and important.

The most terrifying thing in the world is not being able to stand out and be proud, but death.

If I could have my life over again, I would not seek glory, wealth, delicacies, high spirits, or being superior to others, but only immortality.

My greatest wish in life is not to die!

"Tathagata Sea, Great Wish Ship!"

Monk Liao Kong paid tithing to him and said, "By donating all the money and materials, the benefactor has developed a sense of dissociation from this turbulent world and finally untied the ship's cable."

"The previous donor had no intention of dissociation. Even if he had a great wish, it was like tying a rope to swing an oar."

"If the cable is not untied, the boat will not move even if we row desperately, so how can we cross?"

"Now the donor uses his great wish as a boat, untie the rope and sail, and he will definitely be able to reach the other shore, Nan! Wu! Ah! Mi! Tuo! Buddha!"

Then leave.

He was dubious and found that reciting the Medicine Sutra silently while forming a seal in front of the Medicine Buddha could indeed relieve pain.

As a result, the more diligently I chanted and recited, my body became lighter and lighter. After three days, I forgot all things and myself, completely without myself, and my mind wandered in the heaven and earth.

When Youyou woke up, she had already come to this world and was reincarnated in the body of Monk Fa Kong.

Seven days ago, the old monk Yuanzhi passed away. The original owner, who was 18 years old, practiced martial arts forcefully when he was overly sad and became possessed and died.

He took advantage of the situation and took it as his own.

From then on, I am Fa Kong, and Fa Kong is myself.

"Fakong..."

Thinking of this, he smiled and called out softly. It felt familiar yet unfamiliar, so he put down his bowl and chopsticks and walked slowly to the lake.

This body is already weak, and his martial arts skills are useless, so he has to slowly cultivate himself. Carrying two loads of water is already his limit.

The water of the lake is clear and the bottom of the lake is clearly visible.

The green water plants are like graceful willow branches dancing in the wind, and small silver fish come and go quickly among the water plants, smart and leisurely.

I washed my hands and face with Qinren Lake water and took a slow walk around the lake to eat.

Always had a smile on his face.

This quiet and warm little valley is entirely my own, thanks to the profound legacy of Yuan Zhi.

Quiet and closed valley, fresh air, bright sunshine.

And a weak body.

However, although his body was weak, it was full of vitality. He could clearly feel that his body was getting better little by little.

There are many wonders in the fusion of two souls into one, and one of the wonders is that the five senses and even the six senses are sharper.

The world he sees with his eyes now is as high-definition and gorgeous as the photos taken by the most advanced cameras. The sky is pure blue, the grass is vivid green, and the flowers are dazzling red.

The sounds he hears now are the hissing of the breeze passing through the treetops, the rustling of the green grass, the fluttering of the monks' robes, the gentle sloshing of the lake water, and the splashing of the water on the shore. The fish flicks its tail crisply.

The smells that his nose smells now include sixteen kinds of floral fragrance, thirty-two kinds of medicinal fragrance, fat smell, fresh water vapor, and light green grass. Even if the various smells are mixed together, he can distinguish each one one by one.

The body he felt now, the heart was beating loudly, and the blood was pumping out and rushing in the blood vessels, providing strength to the muscles.

The fresh air is sucked into the alveoli, merges with the blood, and then turns into subtle Qi that circulates in the meridians.

The food in the stomach is breaking down into fine gas, which is flowing along the internal organs.

The body is getting stronger bit by bit.

The world is so beautiful, how enjoyable it is to live!

He walked around the lake in joy, stepping on the thick and soft green grass, breathing the fresh air, and feeling at ease.

As he walked, his mind slowly gathered, condensed inwardly, and entered the boundless and silent void in his mind.

The blue is pure, like the sky at dawn.

It is silent, as if you are in outer space.

In the silent and blue void, a flawless moon-white lotus is quietly suspended.

It is the size of a cushion, with a total of nine petals, just like a flower bud just blooming in the dew, delicate and bright.

On the lotus is a crystal clear Medicine Buddha sitting cross-legged.

The size is the same as that of a real person, and the appearance is the same as him, with his eyelids slightly drooping, and a solemn appearance.

He holds a willow branch in his left hand, as green as jade.

In his right hand, he held a small tower, which was as high as a palm. It was as black as ink and had no luster.

The Medicine Buddha was muttering the Medicine Buddha Sutra, and the faint Sanskrit sound was floating in the void of his mind, which made him calm and peaceful.

When the Medicine Buddha Sutra was recited to the last sentence, a drop of dew fell from the void.

It was like a dewdrop on a lotus leaf, as bright as mercury, falling lightly, quickly and accurately into the Baihui acupoint of the Medicine Buddha.

The Medicine Buddha's light was slightly bright and dim, and then the light penetrated into a petal of the lotus under his seat.

Among the nine petals, only this petal had light.

After reciting the Medicine Buddha Sutra once, another drop of sweet rain fell, and the Medicine Buddha was slightly bright and then another petal was shining.

The previous petal was bright and soft, and this petal was slightly bright.

The previous petal had been filled and could no longer absorb, which meant that the life span had reached ten years.

The life span of this thin body finally reached ten years and one day.

One drop of sweet rain is one day of life span, and one drop of sweet rain can be obtained by reciting the sutra once.

It takes half an hour for Medicine Buddha to recite the sutra once.

In summary, it means that his life span increases by 24 days a day.

This means that he will never die of old age again, and he can live forever as long as he does not die suddenly.

His great wish has finally been fulfilled.

Although it is not the original world, his life span is infinite.

But in such a world, if you want to live forever, it is not enough to have a long life span, you must also have strong enough martial arts to become a top master, or even the best master in the world.

But this body is too poor.

Alas...

Things in the world are always not as expected!

Thinking of this, he withdrew from the void in his mind and came to a small flat martial arts training ground by the lake to set up his stance and practice boxing.

One punch, one kick, one method.

He performed the 36 moves of the Little Arhat Fist smoothly and shook his head.

The Little Arhat Fist is the foundation-building method of the Vajra Temple. It is simple and effective. It can strengthen the internal organs, improve the physique, and lay a solid foundation for cultivation.

But this Little Arhat Fist is also a miraculous skill that requires a lot of talent.

After he practiced it once, his body only felt slightly hot, like walking around the lake ten times.

After other Vajra Temple disciples practiced it once, they felt hot like a steamer, like running around the lake a hundred times.

This is the difference in talent, a dimensionality reduction attack!

The original owner was desperate and obsessed, and he also felt this despair.

Although the fusion of the two souls made his five senses sharp, his thinking was fast, and he had a photographic memory and could do two things at the same time.

But he couldn't change the talent of this body.

Other people's meridians are wide and flat official roads, while his are narrow paths with goats and mud. The soul is like a horse pulling a cart. No matter how powerful the horse is, it can't go fast if it encounters a broken road.

He stood on the small martial arts training ground and shook his head. His mind was introverted again and entered the void in his mind, looking at the dark iron tower on the left palm of Medicine Buddha.

He inexplicably knew that this tower was called the Prajna Kalachakra Tower.

It was his hope!

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Three days later in the evening, he strolled by the lake after dinner.

The sun has already set.

The dusk was like fog, covering the valley, as if filtering out the noise, and the valley was particularly quiet.

His heart also became particularly quiet.

After walking ten circles, his mind returned to the inside.

In the azure and silent void, the sound of Sanskrit floated faintly.

The lotus was as delicate as a flower in the morning, and there was a petal next to the brightest petal that also had a faint glow.

This was the result of the past three days.

The life span of 72 days made this petal a little brighter, although it was much less than the brightest petal, it was enough for him.

His mind moved slightly.

A ray of light floated out of the petal and flew onto the Kalachakra Tower.

The dark Kalachakra Tower began to brighten, brighter and brighter.

The next moment, he had come to an empty and bright space.

This was a nine-story tower with an empty space in the middle.

The light source could not be seen, but the inside of the tower was as bright as day, and everything was visible.

The size of a football field, the ground was paved with white jade, and it was soft and not smooth when stepped on.

There were many Buddha statues carved on the inner wall, which were very lifelike. Countless Buddhas were looking at him and blessing him.

He retracted his gaze, looked down at himself, and touched his body.

The touch was real and no different.

It was not just his spirit that entered, but his whole body that entered the tower.

He immediately realized that he was different.

There was no ripple in his heart, as if the emotions were taken away, and only the rationality remained, constantly analyzing himself.

He clenched his fist lightly, and his mind clearly flashed every inch of skin, every pore, every muscle, and the expansion and contraction of the capillaries in the muscle, the rotation of the joints, and the expansion and contraction of the tendons attached to the periosteum.

This feeling of holding the pearl of wisdom and controlling everything was exactly what he had been striving for. He didn't expect to do it in this Prajna Kalachakra Tower!

So he couldn't help but perform the Little Arhat Fist.

When performing the fist, he was very focused.

He felt all the changes in his body that happened with the fist, and he was very clear about the details.

After practicing it once, he had a thorough understanding of the purpose and mystery of the Little Arhat Fist.

Starting from the second time, he tried to make subtle changes, such as punching a little higher, squatting a little lower, or rotating his body at a reduced angle of one or two degrees.

These subtle adjustments did not affect the fist stance, but increased its effect several times.

What's more amazing is that at this time, the wheel tower was filled with invisible power, which made him neither hungry nor tired, and he could practice the Little Arhat Fist over and over again.

Over and over again, he had no sense of time here, and was completely immersed in the fist technique and the strange changes of his body.

"Pa pa pa pa..."

The joints of his body made a crisp sound like firecrackers, and there was no joint that didn't make a sound.

The first level of the Little Arhat Fist, the power was connected to each joint.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The punch was like the sound of an arrow string, breaking through the air with a sharp sound, and every beat of the heart burst out with amazing power.

The second level of the Little Arhat Fist, the heart becomes stronger, and the strength is doubled.

He was getting into the groove and was about to step into the third level, when his eyes suddenly darkened and he had reappeared at the lakeside.

He slowly recovered from his trance.

He had stayed in the pagoda for more than seventy days.

During these seventy days, he had been awake and never left the Little Arhat Fist, as if he had a dream.

But when he clenched his fist lightly, the surging power reminded him that it was not a dream.

He looked down at an ant at his feet.

It was three inches away from his left big toe, and it was exactly the same as before he entered the pagoda.

There was a drop of water next to the ant, which was the lake water splashed by a small fish jumping and hitting it, and the water stain was gradually spreading.

He could conclude that during the seventy days he had been in the pagoda, the time in the outside world was still.

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