Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong told Faning privately.

The disciples of Mingyue Temple are not ordinary women.

Especially Ning Zhenzhen, who cultivates the most profound wisdom of Mingyue Temple and has achieved success.

The heart is like the bright moon, observing everything, not shining in the heart, and will never fall in love with a man.

No matter how much he likes her, it is destined to be a false joy.

Faning said frankly that he liked Senior Sister Ning not because of a love affair, but simply felt that she was like a fairy in the sky, so beautiful that people dared not blaspheme, and they were satisfied just by looking at her from afar.

Fakong said no more.

Persuasion is useless.

When he liked a woman, his friends around him tried to persuade him, but he just listened to her. After his friends persuaded him several times, he felt disgusted and even suspected that his friends also liked the other person.

This is human nature.

The two walked around the lake and returned to their residences. Fakong went to the small courtyard of Huinan in Prajnayuan, and Faning went back to his master.

In Lianxue's wooden house, under the soft light, the two girls' faces were as beautiful as lotus.

Lianxue said angrily: "Zhenzhen, don't be willful. Why offend Fakong?"

"Uncle Master, why can't we offend him?" Ning Zhenzhen curled her red lips.

"He has done us a great favor. This is not the attitude you should take towards a benefactor."

Ning Zhenzhen didn't want to debate this with Lianxue: "Uncle Master, how is your injury?"

Favor is favor. Find a chance to return the favor. There is no need to greet with a smile.

"It's getting better." Lianxue smiled and said with emotion: "The Rejuvenation Mantra is indeed incredible."

Ning Zhenzhen said: "How long will it take?"

"It can't be rushed." Lianxue said: "My injury is too serious. It will take a year and a half."

"So long?" Ning Zhenzhen frowned.

Lianxue laughed.

Ning Zhenzhen said embarrassedly: "As long as it can be cured, it doesn't matter if it takes a little longer... I'm just anxious."

Since she entered Mingyue Temple, she has been taken care of by Lianxue, who is her teacher, sister, and mother. When Lianxue suffers, she wishes she could take her place. When she sees that Lianxue is getting better, she wishes she could recover immediately.

"Zhenzhen, to be honest, you should be more polite to Fakong. The Rejuvenation Mantra is magical. Maybe you will have to ask him for help in healing in the future?"

"Ask him?" Ning Zhenzhen chuckled.

Asking him to heal Taiyin Baoshu and Lianxue, both times were not for her.

If she was seriously injured, she would never ask him!

Seeing her like this, Lianxue shook her head helplessly.

——

The next morning, the sky was gloomy as if it was going to snow.

When Fakong returned to Medicine Valley from Prajna Courtyard, Ning Zhenzhen said goodbye to him directly.

Under Lianxue's gaze, she smiled brightly, and her white clothes reflected her bright smile and radiant appearance.

Faning happened to come from his residence. Seeing that she was leaving without breakfast, he hurriedly asked her to stay and eat before leaving.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled and shook her head, and floated away.

"Fakong, what is the conflict between you and Zhenzhen?" Lianxue couldn't help asking Fakong.

The three of them were sitting on the pine wood square table by the lake to eat breakfast.

The gloomy weather made the valley clearer and greener.

The breeze, with the fresh air of the lake, gently brushed their faces.

When Faning heard this, his eyes widened, and he looked at Fakong with doubts with a bun in his mouth.

He really didn't see the undercurrent between the two.

On the contrary, he thought the two had a good relationship, both smiling, and even bitterly suspected that there was a secret love between them.

Fakong smiled and said, "There is no conflict, maybe it's because of incompatibility of temperament."

Lianxue had a headache.

She understood that some people just hit it off at first sight, while some people just didn't match their auras, and it was awkward to get along with them no matter how they got along.

"Is she really not beautiful?"

"She is beautiful, but she is too smart."

"What's wrong with being smart?"

"Sister Ning has become very wise, right?" Fakong said with a smile, "Aren't you scared when facing someone who can see through your thoughts?"

Lianxue chuckled and shook her head.

It's because both of them are very smart. It's really troublesome for two smart people to get together.

——

After dinner, Lianxue continued to plant flowers on the cliff.

She wanted to plant flowers all over the stone wall of the valley, and all the flowers were swaying, which was beautiful.

Some flowers were delicate and difficult to survive if they were moved, so Fakong cast a rejuvenation spell.

In just seven or eight days, Lianxue had planted the top ten-meter area and gradually expanded downwards.

Fan Ning was busy stirring the mud and mixing the soil from time to time, preparing the flower soil.

While the three were busy, the handsome young monk Faen came quietly to the stone wall, approached Fakong, clasped his hands and said, "Brother Fakong, the master wants to see you."

Fakong took his eyes off the flowers on the stone wall: "Am I going to be scolded?"

"No, no." Faen smiled and shook his head: "Brother, we have to go quickly."

Fakong did not ask any more questions.

It was useless to ask, he had to go even if he was scolded, and he had to go for other things.

He followed Faen directly to the pagoda forest behind the Vajra Temple.

The stupas spread out like a forest, extending to the top of the snow-capped peaks in the distance.

In front of the pagoda forest was a three-story altar, built of bluestone, simple and vicissitudes.

On the top floor stood six old monks, as majestic as a deep abyss and a towering mountain.

They all had white beards and eyebrows, and their expressions were solemn.

A Luohan bed was placed in the center of the altar, and an old monk with a solemn appearance sat cross-legged on the bed.

The old monk seemed to be in a trance, but Fakong knew at a glance that he was dead.

Huinan slowly came down the steps, stood in front of Fakong with his hands behind his hands, and said calmly: "The beauty is by your side, are you ready to move?"

Fa Kong He Shi: "The heart is like an ancient well."

"Duplicity!" Huinan snorted: "Red pink skull, red pink skull, it sounds nice, but how many of them can really do it? We old men can't do it, let alone you, a hot-blooded person!"

Fa Kong smiled and said nothing.

Huinan said: "It doesn't matter to you, don't hurt Faning!"

"Master can't trust me, nor can he trust Uncle Lianxue?"

"That's true." Hui Nan nodded: "Ming Yue An... try your Great Light Spell and see if it can help Senior Brother Hui Wen."

Fakong looked at the remaining five old monks.

Huinan said: "They are all from Prajna Academy...you have to show your ability, otherwise, where will you get freedom?"

Fakong took in a beautiful woman in Medicine Valley.

Although the woman is a talented disciple of Mingyue Temple, and although Yao Valley is Fakong's territory, Fakong belongs to Kongang Temple.

Many old guys couldn't stand it and complained in front of Huinan.

If Fakong exerts the true power of the Great Light Spell, he can stop the mouths of those old guys.

"Yes." Fakong heard something different.

No matter in the previous life or in this world, it is human nature to respect the strong. The strength in the previous life was power and money, and the strength in this life is martial arts.

If he has poor martial arts skills and extremely poor qualifications, then he has a bright future and is a loser.

It’s not enough to be good at medicinal herbs.

"Haha..." A chubby old monk walked down the altar and came to Fa Kong with a kind smile on his face: "Little guy, your master blows you to the top."

Dharmakong combined with the tithe: "Uncle Huikong Master."

Huikong smiled and returned the favor: "How unbecoming is it for a young woman to stay around for a long time...Don't forget your identity. No matter how poor your qualifications are, you are still a disciple of the Vajra Temple!"

At the end of the sentence, his smile disappeared and he became serious.

Fakong was silent and silent.

He felt like a hill was pressing down on his head.

This Huikong should be at the third level, or even the second level, a first-generation master in the realm of Shenyuan, who can call upon spiritual power.

It's a pity that this spiritual power crushes others, but it is useless to him.

The empty Medicine Buddha in his mind flashed, turning it into nothingness.

"Huh——?" Huikong frowned.

"Uncle Huikong, my disciple understands." Fakong said calmly.

Since you agreed and accepted the thank you gift, you have to cure it and send it back halfway?

Obsessive-compulsive disorder makes it difficult to sleep well.

"Senior brother, you are so majestic!" Huinan snorted and sneered: "If you want to keep a disciple of Mingyue Temple by your side, you must have that ability. He is asking for Fa Kong to heal his wounds. Who can make Fa Kong's Buddhist mantra magical? Na! ...Why, the rules of our Vajra Temple are stricter than human life?”

"Haha..., wonderful?" Huikong smiled and shook his head.

"If you can't use it, it doesn't mean that others can't do it either!" Huinan said proudly: "Don't sit in a well and look at the sky, because your mind is blocked and you are confused!"

"Huinan, it's best not to let Fa Kong go the same way as his master." Huikong said with a smile.

Huinan shouted: "Fart!"

Huikong shook his head and laughed: "Junior brother, I know that your guilt for Yuan Zhi has been transferred to this little guy, so you dote on him even more, but no matter how much you dote on him, you must do it in a moderate way. If you dote on him too much, it will harm him!"

Huinan suddenly became furious, and the drooping white eyebrows at the corners of his eyes suddenly raised and floated to his temples.

This time his scars were revealed.

Fakong shook his head secretly.

It seems that the master has indeed blocked a lot of pressure for himself.

Could it be that the master's dismissal of martial arts was related to women?

The original owner didn't have the guts to ask this. Every night, when the moon was in the sky, Yuan Zhi would sit under the moonlight and look up with a strange look on his face.

The original owner didn't know what this look was like.

Fakong analyzed it now, and it should be both painful and sweet.

A tall and burly old man on the altar shouted: "You two! You are noisy all day long. What kind of place is this? Be quiet!"

Huinan wants to say more.

A middle-aged monk rushed in from outside, came closer, and said, "Several elders, when will the Dharma meeting start? Everyone has already gathered."

"Wait a minute." Huinan said impatiently, "Can't wait even for a while?!"

The middle-aged monk looked troubled.

The Salvation Dharma Conference gathers the power of hundreds of monks to recite the Purana Sutra together to help Master Hui Wen to be reborn in bliss. The earlier the better.

The longer the delay, the weaker the soul becomes.

"Huinan, otherwise, let them come in and recite the Great Light Mantra together, which can be regarded as a helping hand to Fa Kong." The tall and burly old monk said slowly.

Huinan frowned: "Senior brother Huitong, you don't believe in dharma emptiness either?"

"No matter whether his Great Light Spell is that magical or not, it's always good to have someone to help, right?" Hui Tong said peacefully: "This involves the afterlife of Junior Brother Huiwen, so it's not advisable to take risks."

Huinan's face was ugly, her eyes were slightly narrowed, and she was about to curse.

Fakong made a seal with his left hand, raised his right palm, closed his eyes, and moved his lips slightly.

The raised right palm gradually brightened, attracting everyone's attention.

A ball of bright light slowly emerged from his right palm, shining like a bright moon reflecting in the spring water.

It gradually intensified and turned into a bright moon. The bright and flawless white light shot towards Hui Wen on the Arhat's bed, condensing into a palm-thick beam of light in the sky.

Everyone's eyes widened.

This scene was beyond their imagination.

Although it is said in the Buddhist scriptures that a certain Bodhisattva cast the Great Light Mantra, emitting great light, transcending the dead and reborn in the Western Paradise.

Everyone thought that this was the great light seen in the inner world, which was visualized in their own idealistic world, not the outer world.

And the great light they imagined was not like this, and they had never thought of it like this.

A ball of light slowly condensed on Huiwen's head, round and flickering, and after a moment it turned into a palm-sized Huiwen.

He looked calm, clasped his hands together and bowed to Fakong, then turned into a white rainbow and soared into the sky, breaking through the thick clouds and disappearing.

They couldn't help but look up, and saw the golden light and the rosy glow through the small hole that broke through the thick clouds.

The small hole quickly closed, and the strange phenomenon disappeared.

Fakong made a hand seal, put down his palm, opened his eyes and showed a thoughtful look.

The six old monks looked at him in amazement.

It was precisely because of the profoundness of Buddhism and the intensive practice and research of Buddhism in his later years that the scene before their eyes had a greater impact on them.

"Haha..." A loud laugh broke the silence.

Huinan laughed and patted Fakong on the shoulder: "Good boy, you have led Brother Huiwen to the Pure Land, and you have done me great good deeds!"

He glanced at Huikong, then at Huitong, snorted heavily, pulled Fakong up and flew away from the tower forest.

Huikong, Huitong and the other five were still in shock.

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