Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Is this a gain?" Huinan came to the small pavilion with his hands behind his hands.

"Master, I want to study another Buddhist scripture."

"What sutra?"

"Master makes the decision."

"Hmm... then the Amitabha Sutra."

Huinan took out a yellowed Buddhist sutra from his arms and handed it to Fakong: "The fundamental sutra of our Vajra Temple is the Diamond Sutra, and other Buddhist sutras are supplemented to assist in enlightenment. Don't put the cart before the horse!"

"yes."

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Fa Kong flipped through the "Amitabha Sutra", closed his eyes, and opened his eyes after a moment: "Master, are there any other Buddhist sutras?"

"...wait." Huinan looked at him, but in the end he didn't ask anything. He turned back to the room and took out ten Buddhist scriptures and spread them on the stone table.

Fa Kong turned over a Buddhist scripture and closed his eyes. After a while, he opened his eyes again, turned over a Buddhist scripture again and closed his eyes again.

Finally, I read through eighteen Buddhist scriptures and shook my head in disappointment.

The Diamond Sutra has such miraculous effects. Is it because it is the handwriting of the Patriarch, or is it because it is Xika Beiye? Or something else?

He then asked Huinan if he still had the Buddhist scriptures recorded by Xika Beiye.

"What do you think Xijia Beiye is?" Huinan said angrily: "It's a legendary thing!"

Then he said that there are only four temples in the Snowy Mountains that have Buddhist scriptures engraved by Xika Baye, namely the Great Leiyin Temple, the King Kong Temple, the Mingyue Temple, and the Feitian Temple.

Don't even think about going to see those four temples. They are all secret. Even if he gave up his old face, it would be useless.

Fakong shook his head mockingly.

Sure enough, there are not so many beautiful things in the world, I think too beautiful.

He quickly regained his mind and corrected his attitude: one day increases his life span by forty-eight days, not bad!

Saving one hundred yuan for a hundred years in two years, gritting one's teeth, burying one's head and paying no attention to anything, and getting through it.

He regained his energy and asked: "Master, is he familiar with Buddhist mantras?"

"You want to learn Buddhist mantras."

"yes."

"Which curse?" Huinan sneered with sarcasm.

"We all want to learn!"

"..."

Fakong looked at him with a smile: "Master, do you think I can't learn it? My martial arts qualifications are not good, but I am smart enough."

"Humph, smart? Okay, let's hear it!" Huinan didn't bother to say more: "The Great Light Spell!"

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"Pure Heart Curse!"

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"The Great Ci Curse!"

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"Rebirth Curse!"

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"Rejuvenation Spell!"

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The Buddha's mantra requires the integration of body, speech and mind, forming mudra with the hands, reciting the mantra with the mouth, and visualizing the mind. The three of them work together seamlessly.

The subtle state of being able to do three things at once while also focusing on one thing cannot be taught. It is all up to one's own exploration, and some people will never be able to figure it out in their lifetime.

Buddha's mantra, Buddha's mantra, the mantra recited by the Buddha.

The Buddha's chanting and upholding can have an effect on the outside world and even the worlds in the ten directions. Unfortunately, there is no Buddha in this world.

Ordinary people recite Buddhist mantras, visualize the Buddha, and do Buddha postures, just to borrow a little bit of the Buddha's power.

For practitioners, Buddhist mantras are only self-blessing and can only be used in their own inner world and cannot interfere with the outer world.

Huinan had a photographic memory of seeing the sky, and he could master it as soon as he learned it. He passed down thirty-six Buddhist mantras in one breath without believing in evil, and put everything he had learned into practice.

There was silence in the pavilion.

The breeze blew over the wall, and the green bamboos rustled.

Huinan stared at him thoughtfully.

Fakong closed his eyes slightly, the seals made by his slender fingers kept changing, and his lips moved but made no sound.

After reciting the thirty-six Buddha mantras again, Fa Kong opened his eyes and said, "Master, there are three true mantras."

Huinan smiled: "Real spell?"

Fakong nodded slowly and seriously.

Huinan, the master, has a bad temper and a venomous mouth, but his heart is not bad. He tells the truth and faxes things. He even shows himself the extremely precious Xijia Beiye Sutra. It is obvious that he truly regards himself as one of his own.

He responded favorably and told his discovery.

Medicine Buddha chants the same mantra simultaneously with himself.

Intuition arises spontaneously.

These three spells only need to be practiced well before they can be cast, and the other twenty-nine spells are useless.

Huinan still wanted to laugh, but Fakong looked serious, swallowed the sarcastic words, and snorted: "You are indeed somewhat smart, but unfortunately, your qualifications are not good, so you should just plant medicine well!"

There was indeed a pity in his heart. It was the first time he encountered such a smart person.

It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time. In the Dharma Ending Age, Prajna Vehicle was discontinued.

Fa Kong was satisfied that today's harvest was not small, so he said: "Master, I want Junior Brother Faning to come to Medicine Valley to help."

"Fan Ning? You have such a beautiful idea, get out of here!"

"Disciple resigns."

The law and emptiness were combined, so he turned around and left.

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The sun sets in the west, and the sky and lake are filled with glow.

Fakong was bathed in the glow, sitting cross-legged on the green grass, casting a rejuvenation spell on the colorful lake water.

There was a fish in the lake with fried scales and it was floating on the shore dying, with its belly turned up.

The rejuvenation spell was repeated over and over again, and at first it was empty. After thirty times, a jade bottle appeared in the void, and only he could see the jade bottle.

The jade bottle tilted, and the water in the bottle poured onto him.

The water flow is as thin as a line.

A steady stream of water fell on him and then onto the fish through his handprints.

After five times of rejuvenation, the scales on the fish that had turned white belly faded away and the fish recovered as before.

It turned around, swung its tail and disappeared into the green water plants at the bottom of the lake.

Fakong smiled.

The Rejuvenation Spell does work, and more importantly, it becomes stronger each time it is cast.

Next time to save this fish, three times of rejuvenation spell will do.

He tried to cast the Qingxin Mantra on a fish in the lake again, and it actually worked.

The fish in the lake were not afraid of people. As soon as he approached, they gathered around to grab food.

He cast the Qingxin Mantra on a fish, and then cast it once and then on another one. He felt stronger every time he cast it.

This feeling is very addictive.

When Faning came to deliver dinner, he was smiling.

Fakong stopped chanting the Buddhist mantra, stood up and patted his monk's robe. Although the monk's robe was gray and resistant to dirt, he still made it spotless.

"Brother," Faning said happily: "Uncle Yuanming promised me to come and help!"

Fakong smiled and said: "Uncle Yuanming finally agreed. Sincerity can move mountains and open stones."

"Uncle Yuanming said it was because of the words of Master Huinan." Faning smiled and said: "Brother, you asked Master Huinan for it, right?"

"I mentioned it." Fakong admitted.

"Brother, from now on, leave all the chores in the valley to me. Now I only need to deliver meals to Wanfo Peak twice a day, and there is no other job."

"Hmm? Wanfo Peak?"

Fakong frowned.

Fa Ning smiled and said, "Brother, don't worry, nothing will happen."

"Those brothers who got into trouble all thought like you." Fakong's face sank slightly.

When he sank, he naturally felt an invisible sense of oppression.

This was not from martial arts, but from the momentum cultivated in his previous life.

Fa Ning hurriedly said cautiously, "I took the initiative to ask for it."

"Others don't dare to go, right?"

"There were also several brothers who volunteered, but they were all rejected by Uncle Yuanming. He agreed to let me go."

"...Be careful." Fakong shook his head helplessly.

It's too late to say anything now.

I'm afraid there's no way to find Master Huinan.

There are six top masters of the Demon Sect suppressed in Wanfo Peak, and it's easy to be bewitched by them when you deliver meals.

Monk Yuanming asked Faning to go, probably because he thought Faning had a pure heart and extraordinary talent, and was not easily bewitched by the magic sect's martial arts.

"Don't worry, senior brother!" Faning said with a nonchalant smile: "By the way, senior brother, there is a distinguished guest in our temple, a disciple of Mingyue Temple."

"A nun?"

"A disciple who practices with hair."

"Why are you here?"

"I haven't found out yet, I'll ask around, Mingyue Temple..."

He showed a fascination.

"Mingyue Temple, the appearance is unparalleled." Fakong smiled.

Mingyue Temple is very famous, not only because it is one of the top nine temples in the Great Snow Mountain, ranking higher than the Vajra Temple, but also because Mingyue Temple has a unique heritage.

The disciples of Mingyue Temple are all beautiful and elegant, and their temperament is extraordinary.

Even if their appearance is not so beautiful, they are pleasing to the eye with the blessing of unique temperament and beautiful skin and bones.

Faning sighed: "The relationship between our two temples is very good, but unfortunately I have never seen the disciples of Mingyue Temple. They are too mysterious and the disciples never leave the temple."

"Well, it seems that they are truly practicing asceticism." Fakong nodded.

The original owner heard about Mingyue Temple from Monk Yuanzhi.

Mingyue Temple has two parts of disciples: those who practice with hair and those who shave their heads, that is, lay disciples and monastic disciples.

The disciples who shave their heads will never leave Mingyue Temple except when ordered to travel, and they will be isolated from the secular world.

When lay disciples reach the Tianyuan realm, they will go down the mountain to cultivate their hearts in the secular world until they see through the secular world and are tired of the secular world, and then they can shave their heads and become monks.

Once they shave their heads, they will be completely isolated from the secular world and devote themselves to Buddhism.

"Junior brother, before you go to Wanfo Peak every time, you should listen to me chant the Pure Heart Mantra once, and also once after you come back."

"Ah?"

"That's it!"

"...Yes."