Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Then, for ten days, it was peaceful.

Nothing happened in the Great Leiyin Temple, and Chu Yu still came to drink tea every night, completely relying on his tea.

Fakong seized every opportunity to practice his Buddhist mantras.

No one could practice the Qingxin Mantra, and the fifth level was strong enough, so there was no need to brush up on the proficiency for the time being.

There was no chance to perform the Great Bright Mantra.

There were two white eagles in the sky above the Great Leiyin Temple, often hovering over the Xixin Peak, which was seen by Fakong.

Xixin Peak is now deserted.

The original ten black stone pillars were empty, and no monks sat cross-legged on them to perform the Great Dragon and chant the Great Sun Tathagata Immovable Sutra.

The beautiful scenery, tranquility and peace made it a place that Fakong often visited.

That evening, he came to Xixin Peak from the Sutra Library and sat cross-legged on a black stone pillar in the sunset.

There were two white eagles circling in the sky.

The two white eagles have white eyebrows and red eyes, their sharp beaks and claws shine like the edge of a sword, and their feathers are as shiny as satin, and they are very majestic.

The wingspan is about ten meters, and the body is about the same as a human. They hover and fly lightly and freely, leisurely and proud.

Fakong deduced that this should be a mutant eagle. The wingspan of the most ferocious golden eagle he had seen in his previous life was only two or three meters.

The two white eagles are huge and powerful. When they are scanned by their eagle eyes, Fakong will have a warning sign in his heart.

When the two white eagles flew over Xixin Peak as usual, he locked his mind on one eagle and cast a spell to fix his body.

This spell has only sixteen short words, and you can even recite these sixteen words quickly and read them as one word.

This requires a long period of hard practice, recite it fluently, and output it crazily in an instant.

Not only is it as fast and accurate as a tongue twister, but it also needs to keep up with its true meaning, and the thinking should speed up along with it.

He specially chanted in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda for ten days, reaching instant output, and folding into a word.

The left hand made the immovable mountain seal, which is the hand seal made by the statue of Vairocana Buddha, which has the effect of clearing the mind and calming the spirit.

When he was studying in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda, he found that using this seal to replace the seal of the fixed body mantra was more effective.

In terms of hand seals, the immovable mountain seal is far better than the fixed body seal, after all, it is the hand seal taught by Vairocana Buddha himself.

"Ding!" Fakong shouted softly.

The sixteen words are combined into one sound, and the sound of the word "Ding" is pronounced.

There is a slight difference from saying "Ding" directly.

But without these sixteen words, it is almost impossible to figure out the difference between the pronunciation of this "Ding" and the pronunciation of the word "Ding".

The difference is very slight, so it is even more difficult to distinguish.

A white eagle swooping in the air suddenly shook, its wings froze, and it fell straight towards Fakong like a kite that had lost its line.

Fakong jumped up, flew a hundred meters, and flicked the sleeves of his monk's robe.

Suddenly, a strong wind whistled and blew towards the white eagle.

He was extremely powerful, and with the help of his true energy, the strong wind raised by his sleeves was fierce and overbearing.

The white eagle was blown by the strong force, and its falling momentum slowed down, and then continued to fall.

"Bang!" It fell heavily to the ground.

Seeing this, another white eagle in the sky let out a sharp "cry" and dived down.

It dived faster and faster, its beak flashed with cold light, and its claws spread out, grabbing him on the head.

"Stop!"

The white eagle's diving momentum did not decrease, but its eyes changed, becoming a little panicked and a little puzzled, very similar to the expression of a human.

Fakong jumped a hundred meters again and flicked his sleeves in the air.

"Bang!" The strong wind hit the white eagle accurately.

It slowed down its dive, then floated up one foot, and then fell straight down again.

"Bang!" It fell on the white eagle in front.

The immobilization spell lasted for a very short time. After the first white eagle fell, the immobilization spell became ineffective. It was hit again when it was about to flap its wings and fly away.

The two eagles hit each other, and several feathers flew up.

Eight or nine feathers fluttered in the air, shining like silk in the sunset.

Fakong cast the rejuvenation spell.

The two eagles were injured, and they were cured by the rejuvenation spell. The injuries were greatly relieved, and then they jumped up and spread their wings.

"Immobilize!"

"Immobilize!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

...

As soon as the two eagles fell, the rejuvenation spell came to them.

His rejuvenation spell can now be cast on two targets at a time, and it is no longer necessary to stick to a single target. Of course, the effect is also weakened by half.

The two eagles were injured and cured, flew up unyieldingly, and were immobilized and injured again, and then treated by the rejuvenation spell again.

As soon as the rejuvenation spell was cast, a pure bottle in the void tilted down nectar, and when it poured on the body, the whole body was ironed, and all the pores on the body were stretched, which was really a great enjoyment.

The two eagles were panicked when they were fixed, angry after being injured, and comfortable after being treated. The three emotions cycled back and forth.

Later, they knew that they would be thrown if they flapped their wings again, so they simply stopped on the ground and looked up at Fakong.

Fakong sat on the black stone pillar. The ten-story black stone pillar was only a flap of wings for them.

But now it has become a natural barrier.

When they looked up at Fakong, Fakong cast the rejuvenation spell, making their bright eyes narrow.

Fakong knew that the two white eagles were arrogant and strong, and would never give in easily, so he did not force them too much. After more than twenty rounds, they floated away.

The two eagles flapped their wings and flew up when they saw him leave. In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the sky and disappeared into the clouds.

Fakong had already returned to the temple, and stood on the roof of the temple, watching them disappear into the sky, with a satisfied smile.

He had cast the immobilization spell forty times, and his proficiency had greatly increased. His speed had become faster and his power was much stronger.

He estimated that the master who could control the Diyuan realm was at his level.

He might not be able to reach the Tianyuan realm yet.

So he had to continue practicing.

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The sun had already set, and dusk enveloped the Great Leiyin Temple and several monasteries.

Fakong pushed the door into his own courtyard. Just as he was about to close the door, Chu Yu's voice came from behind him: "Fakong, come here."

Fakong looked over and saw Chu Yu waving at the door of his own monastery. Seeing him looking over, he waved again: "Hurry up!"

Fakong made a tenth salute and came to Chu Yu's courtyard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, it was warm as spring.

In the brightly lit courtyard, there were four red sandalwood boxes on the stone table in the pavilion, all one foot square.

Chu Yu sat down with a smile and pointed at four red sandalwood boxes: "Fakong, what you want, open it and have a look."

Fakong looked at him, then at Zhao Huaishan and Lu Xuanming standing outside the pavilion, and at the other two ugly middle-aged men who looked exactly the same, and the tall, thin and smiling Meng Chaoyang.

"It's okay to look." Chu Yu smiled lazily.

Fakong opened the four red sandalwood boxes, which contained two Xijia palm leaf sutras and two brand new thin books.

He recognized the Xijia palm leaf sutras at a glance, suppressed his excitement, and calmly reached out his hand to read them.

"Amitabha Sutra"

"Yuanjue Feitian Sutra"

...

After a cup of tea, he slowly put down the two Buddhist scriptures, his expression solemn and solemn.

The empty lotus seat in his mind became eight layers.

The Amitabha Sutra added two layers of lotus, just like the Mahavairocana Tathagata Immovable Sutra, and the Yuanjue Feitian Sutra added one layer.

The eight-layer lotus seat is eight drops of nectar, which can add 192 days to one's lifespan, 16 years to one's lifespan, and 192 years to one's lifespan. It is amazing.

He carefully put the two Buddhist scriptures back into the red sandalwood box, closed the red sandalwood box and slowly pushed it to Chu Yu: "Please keep it."

Chu Yu winked.

Zhao Huaishan stepped forward with a red sandalwood box in each hand, and returned to the house after leaving the pavilion.

Fakong picked up two thin books again, flipped through them casually, and rubbed them lightly, and the two thin books turned into powder.

The next moment, one year of lifespan burned, and the Prajna Wheel of Time Tower opened. He entered the tower and began to comprehend the Taiye Bu Tian Jue and Leiyin Xi Sui Jing.

One year later, he left the Prajna Wheel of Time Tower and returned to the original timeline.

The powder turned into powder by the thin books fluttered and fell slowly on the blue bricks of the pavilion, like a layer of frost.

Chu Yu looked at him with a smile: "Fakong, it's up to you."

"Amitabha!" Fakong solemnly chanted the Buddha's name, then formed a seal with his hands, moved his lips, and cast a rejuvenation spell.

Lu Xuanming glanced at Fakong indifferently.

He had already concentrated his mind and adjusted his perception to the most sensitive state, wanting to find out the truth about Fakong and what the so-called effective Buddhist spell was all about.

He had always been skeptical about the effectiveness of Fakong's Buddhist spell.

But he was indifferent and detached, just watching coldly to see if Chu Yu would make a fool of himself.

In his opinion, Chu Yu, the little prince, was a strange person, who was both meticulous and generous. He believed in intuition very much and liked to act on his intuition.

This was too emotional, not a good habit, and should be changed.

This time, he wanted to see if Chu Yu's intuition would be wrong.

"Bang!" Chu Yu slammed the stone table.

The two empty red sandalwood boxes left on the table suddenly jumped.

Everyone's heart jumped with it.

Fakong spread out his hand seals and smiled, "Mr. Chu, goodbye."

"Yeah." Chu Yu responded nonchalantly, squinting his eyes as if he was slightly drunk.

He was immersed in the wonderful feeling, every pore was stretching, every piece of skin was cheering, as if a long-drought land met with sweet rain, and the dead body came back to life.

Zhao Huaishan quickly came out of the main room and stared at Chu Yu worriedly.

Lu Xuanming stared at Fakong's back thoughtfully, his eyes locked until Fakong disappeared at the gate of the courtyard.

The tall and thin Meng Chaoyang smiled and sent Fakong out, respectfully put the tenth together, closed the door and came back.

If it were normal, Zhao Huaishan would make a sarcastic remark about him, but now he didn't care, just stared at Chu Yu.

Chu Yu looked drunk.

Suddenly, he began to cough violently.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

He leaned over the stone table and coughed desperately.

Lu Xuanming took a step forward and put his hands on his back, and passed a gentle breath like a spring breeze into his left palm to help him.