Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Brother..." Faning landed in front of him and looked at him in confusion.

Under normal circumstances, after returning, the senior brother would go directly to sleep in the house and would not make such a big noise.

This shows that the senior brother is very restless and something is wrong.

Fakong looked at the fish tumbling on the lake, shook his head and smiled: "Just bored."

Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Faning did not force him to ask, and nodded and stood by to accompany Fakong.

Fakong watched the lake surface slowly calm down, and his heart also calmed down. He smiled and said: "Junior brother, go back to sleep."

"Is it okay, senior brother?"

"It doesn't matter." Fakong smiled and said: "You will go back to Shenjing tomorrow?"

"Well, I've packed it up today and will go back tomorrow." Faning said: "The vegetable garden and medicinal garden in the outer courtyard can't be left uncultivated."

Because of the blessing of the rejuvenation spell, the medicinal herbs and vegetables are thriving, and the weeds grow faster. If they are not weeded for two days, they will grow a lot taller.

Fakong nodded.

Faning looked at him again: "Brother, is nothing wrong?"

"Don't worry." Fakong smiled: "With my current cultivation level, I can't beat him, but I can still escape..."

Faning's heart skipped a beat.

It is indeed dangerous.

There are not many people in the world who can threaten my brother. Could it be the emperor?

Fakong smiled: "It is a master of Dayong, but it doesn't matter. I will be sure in a few days."

The key is to understand the old man Jiuyuan. Now I don't know enough. The old man Jiuyuan hides too deep.

The Little Western Paradise has been set up in that small village. Now it seems that the old man Jiuyuan has not found it.

In the Little Western Paradise, I can play a level beyond the Eight Extremes, and I still have some confidence.

But for safety, I still have to further strengthen the Little Western Paradise. It's not too late to take action when I have a greater confidence.

Faning frowned.

That is, I am not sure now.

This is very rare for my brother. He often doesn't provoke others if he is not sure. Could it be that the other party took the initiative to bully him?

Fakong smiled and said, "Go to sleep."

"...Okay." Faning nodded slowly.

"Master, these two Xijia Palm Leaf Sutras are the only two in the secret library."

Cao Jingchun held a red sandalwood box in one hand, put it on the stone table in the abbot's courtyard of Yongkong Temple, and gently pushed it forward: "It is absolutely forbidden for outsiders to touch it. Master asked, and the emperor agreed."

Fakong smiled and nodded: "Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, Your Highness."

His eyes fell on the two red sandalwood boxes, gently opened one, took out a Xijia Palm Leaf Sutra, and quickly flipped through it.

Then put it back in the box, opened the second red sandalwood box, took out the Xijia Palm Leaf Sutra, flipped through it, and put it back.

He remained calm, as if he was just browsing to find something, but nothing came of it.

He closed the two red sandalwood boxes and pushed them back to Cao Jingchun, smiling, "That's it."

"Is that all?" Cao Jingchun smiled, "Master, you can play with it for a while, don't rush to return it."

Fakong shook his head, "I just heard about the Xiga palm leaf sutra, and I want to see it a bit, to see if it is the Buddhist sutra I have read, and to see if there are any errors in the Buddhist sutras I have read."

"I see." Cao Jingchun said, "I wonder if the master has gained anything?"

"A lot of gains." Fakong said.

Cao Jingchun felt that Fakong's words were insincere and were just polite. With such a calm expression and even no strangeness in his eyes, it was obvious that he had gained nothing.

It should be that the Buddhist sutras he had read were no different from the Buddhist sutras recorded on the Xiga palm leaf, so it made no difference whether he read it or not.

He shook his head secretly.

This was equivalent to not helping Fakong and not making him owe a favor.

Cao Jingchun took the red sandalwood box to his side and said with a smile: "I heard that the master helped the national master and prolonged his life."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

This matter should not be leaked.

Only himself, Monk Yuande and Old Monk Benyin knew about it. How could it be known by outsiders and even spread to the ears of Prince Chun?

It is impossible for Cao Jingchun's spies to touch this secret.

Then there is only one possibility: Old Monk Benyin leaked it deliberately.

Is it to provoke the relationship between himself and Prince Chun?

The relationship between Prince Chun and Old Monk Benyin is delicate, both competitive and cooperative. If he chooses to stand on one side, it will seriously affect the balance between the two.

Fakong smiled and nodded.

Cao Jingchun looked at him puzzled.

Fakong said: "The national master is the pillar of Dayong. If he dies, the impact on Dayong will be huge."

"...Yes."

"Dayong's martial arts world may be ready to move, and may even make some small moves to cause chaos."

"Master, you are worrying too much. There is still the next national master."

"Although Master Yuande has a good reputation, he is not Master Benyin after all, and the situation is complicated now," Fakong said: "I believe Dayun will never miss this opportunity to stir up trouble. Once Dayong has troubles..."

He shook his head: "Dayong will definitely be weak by then. If Dayong is weak, Daqian will be weak, so it is best to avoid this situation."

Cao Jingchun frowned and thought for a while, nodded after a while, and said with emotion: "Master, you are very thoughtful."

Fakong shook his head secretly.

This truth is not difficult to understand.

With Cao Jingchun's wisdom, he must have thought of it.

But the so-called butt determines the head. Wherever you stand, your thoughts will be biased. It is difficult to be absolutely calm and objective.

For Cao Jingchun, the death of Master Benyin would definitely give them an advantage, which would be more conducive to controlling the court, suppressing the Great Miaolian Temple and Buddhism, and promoting their own ideas.

Cao Jingchun said, "I wonder how many years the national master has left to live?"

Fakong shook his head and said, "It's hard to say."

"It seems that his life span is not short." Cao Jingchun smiled and said, "Then I'm relieved."

Fakong smiled and nodded.

He smiled secretly in his heart, Cao Jingchun was too hypocritical.

It can be seen that Cao Jingchun's attitude towards the death of Master Benyin was contradictory. He was eager for Master Benyin to die quickly so that he would have a chance to overwhelm the Great Miaolian Temple, but he was also worried that Master Benyin's death would cause changes in the martial arts world and civil strife in Dayong.

"Then Master, I'll take my leave." Cao Jingchun stood up, clasped his hands and smiled, "If you have anything, Master, just come to me."

"I don't know how to be polite." Fakong smiled.

Cao Jingchun clasped his hands.

He walked out while sighing secretly.

No matter what, Master Fakong cannot turn against him as long as he does not go too far. Who does not want the method of longevity and longevity?

Since he can extend the life of the national teacher, how can he not extend his own life?

Even the emperor's brother tried not to turn against Master Fakong, and he also hoped that he would help extend his life.

Fakong sent him to the outside of Yongkong Temple, and after clasping his hands, he returned to his yard and paced in the yard with his hands behind his back.

The sky above Yongkong Temple was slowly covered by dark clouds, and then there was a muffled "boom", lightning flashed, and it was like several silver snakes jumping around between the clouds.

"Hua..." Heavy rain poured down.

The rain fell like a curtain of water, covering the entire Yongkong Temple. The rain kept washing and washing the Yongkong Temple.

Outside Yongkong Temple, not a drop of water fell.

One step away, there are two worlds.

People around Yongkong Temple looked up, and even the worshippers in the palace and Emperor Cao Jingyuan who heard the noise ran out to see this strange scene.

Cao Jingchun has returned to the palace.

He moved very quickly, and soon arrived in front of the Chongwen Hall where Emperor Cao Jingyuan was.

He found that Cao Jingyuan was already standing on the city wall and looking into the distance, so he floated up and landed beside Cao Jingyuan.

Cao Jingyuan turned his head to look at him and said curiously: "Look, is it Master Fakong's Yongkong Temple?"

Cao Jingchun looked at it intently and nodded: "It is Yongkong Temple for sure."

"What's going on?" Cao Jingyuan said.

Cao Jingchun smiled: "Royal brother, this is nothing surprising. Master Fakong can pray for rain. He prayed for rain twice in Shenjing. It is extremely effective. It is also a Buddhist mantra, like a prayer mantra."

"That's right." Cao Jingyuan nodded suddenly.

He also remembered this news.

Several worshippers around him looked at this scene intently, with solemn expressions.

Hearing is false, seeing is true.

The surroundings were clear and bright, but there were dark clouds and heavy rain over the Yongkong Temple.

This scene was too shocking.

They were like this, not to mention the people around the Yongkong Temple.

People coming and going saw this strange situation, looked over, then clasped their hands together and saluted, muttering Amitabha.

Fakong stood in the heavy rain.

The rain avoided him for one zhang, and turned to other places when it was one zhang away from him. The area within one zhang of his area was clean.

He stood in the rain and pondered.

After reading the two Xiga Baye Sutras, he had a deeper understanding of the operation of the entire world, and verified this understanding through the Little Western Paradise.

He became more and more comfortable in controlling the Little Western Paradise.

With one thought, the clear sky turned into heavy rain, and even one thought would turn into heavy snow.

The mind was empty, the lotus seat of Medicine Buddha still had nine layers, but the nectar dripping from the void was much denser and continuous like a drizzle.

These nectars fell on the lotus seat, lighting up the entire lotus seat, and the nine layers of lotus radiated a soft glow, like a dream, making the Medicine Buddha sitting on it more majestic.

The nectar continued to fall, no longer injected into the lotus, and fell under the lotus, forming a shallow layer of small pools.

The pool water was much clearer than the lake water in the Medicine Valley, like mercury, clear and bright, and a shallow layer held up the nine layers of lotus.

At this time, he had some inexplicable insights.

These pools of water were his own life pools. No matter how seriously injured he was, as long as the life pools did not dry up, he would always be alive and would not die.

More importantly, the life in these pools could be transferred to others!

If you want to save someone, even if the other person's life span has ended, you can still transfer part of the life span to the other person, thereby extending the other person's life span.

But I don't know if there is a limit to this kind of life extension. Can you extend the other person's life span forever, or even make the other person immortal, as long-lived as yourself?

I'm afraid it may not be the case...

Fakong looked up at the sky.

A thought came to his mind.

The dark clouds quickly broke away, as if fleeing in a panic.

In the blink of an eye, the sky cleared up again.

The heavy rain just now seemed to be an illusion.

The sun shone on Yongkong Temple washed by rain again.

All the leaves and flowers in Yongkong Temple became unusually fresh.

The air became fresh and moist, refreshing.

Fakong smiled.

This time, he was more confident in dealing with Old Man Jiuyuan.

With a thought, not only the weather changed, but everything else could change.

PS: Update completed.