Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Bring her to Yongkong Temple."

"Take him there?"

"Only in my Little Western Heavenly Paradise can she return to the sun." Fakong shook his head and said, "There is nothing I can do here."

"Okay." Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "If you let them see it..."

"It doesn't matter."

"Senior brother, are you not afraid of trouble?" Ning Zhenzhen said.

Fakong shook his head: "It is also good for them to boost their confidence."

"I'm afraid that after they know what you are capable of, senior brother, they will stop working hard." Ning Zhenzhen said, "Anyway, you can still live after death."

"They may not be willing to live for only sixty years." Fakong said: "But if you have confidence in your heart, your cultivation will be faster."

"...That's right." Ning Zhenzhen thought for a while and finally agreed.

When your mind is fixed, it is easy to be calm. Once you are calm, your cultivation will be faster. This is indeed a good thing.

"If they spread the word, senior brother, you will be hurt." Ning Zhenzhen said: "Everyone will ask for help."

"Just hide." Fakong smiled.

Dayong and Daqian are not close to each other, so it is not easy to find him in Daqian. More importantly, even if he gets to Daqian, if he wants to hide, he can't find him.

Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "Okay, let them go over and see it."

Fa Kong disappeared in a flash.

Ning Zhenzhen called Ding Xingqing and gave some instructions.

A moment later, twelve disciples followed Ning Zhenzhen, carrying Zhou Jingjing's coffin, out of the Jade Butterfly Sect's outer courtyard, walking through the alley, and heading to Yongkong Temple.

Under the night, the twelve Jade Butterfly Sect disciples were all dressed in white, with long swords hanging on their waists, and their bodies were spotless.

Their beautiful faces were tense and solemn.

There are lanterns hanging high in the alley. Although it is not as bright as during the day, it is not dim.

They were all silent, and amid the sound of their footsteps, the noise on the street seemed far away.

The Jade Butterfly Sect's annex is not far from Yongkong Temple. They walked through three alleys and arrived outside Yongkong Temple.

They were twelve beauties, carrying a coffin, which attracted great attention.

People passing by outside Yongkong Temple immediately looked over curiously, asking who these beauties were and how they got into Yongkong Temple.

Most people in Tianjing now know that Yongkong Temple is now the temple of Fakong Divine Monk.

Unexpectedly, a group of beauties would come in in the middle of the night, which is very imaginative.

Hehe, could it be that this holy monk Fakong doesn’t observe the sexual precept?

But when this group of beauties carried the coffin in, it became less charming and glamorous, and more strange.

Some of them stopped and stared curiously at the gate of Yongkong Temple. They saw that the gate was always open and had no intention of closing it.

This obviously means not to bully the darkroom and to be aboveboard.

Ning Zhenzhen led them into the temple and then went straight to the pagoda garden at the back.

In the southeast corner of the pagoda garden is an altar.

On the five-meter-high altar, Fa Kong stood with his hands behind his back. Under the moonlight, he actually felt like he was standing on a towering peak.

Ding Xingqing and the others did not cheer up, they just tithe.

They didn't know what Fa Kong was going to do, they just thought that Fa Kong was going to give Zhou Jingjing a salvation.

With a heavy and solemn mood to bid farewell to Zhou Jingjing, they titheed to Dharma Kong without saying a word, thanking him for his salvation.

Fa Kong waved.

Ding Xingqing understood what he meant and directed the women to carry Zhou Jingjing's coffin to the center of the altar.

They reluctantly stood around the coffin and took a look at Zhou Jingjing in the coffin. Inexplicable sourness and anger surged in their hearts.

Everyone's eyes were red.

The usual scenes with Zhou Jingjing began to emerge.

They resisted crying, and tears accumulated in their eyes and slowly fell down.

On the spotless white stone of the altar, strings of tears fell and broke into several petals.

Fa Kong looked up at the sky.

The night sky is deep and boundless, and the crescent moon hangs slantingly on the horizon, as if smiling eyes are looking down at the joys and sorrows of the world.

Fakong was thinking about how to complete it as quickly and best as possible.

If the person is not dead after death, or even within two hours, the Rejuvenation Spell can directly bring the person back to the world.

But three days after death, the rejuvenation spell will not work.

What I want to use this time is the Great Vow Mantra, which is the Buddhist mantra contained in the Wordless Heavenly Book and the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra.

This mantra requires a will to be realized.

This wishing power may not be people's wish to return her, he can already transfer the wishing power, as if driven by faith.

He recalled the many key points of the Ksitigarbha Dakini Mantra in his mind and derived simulations.

If you are outside the Xiaoxitian Paradise, you are not sure to successfully cast this spell, but it will be much easier inside the Xiaoxitian Paradise.

He simulated and deduced over and over again.

The girls wept silently, and the air was filled with sadness and reluctance, anger and murderous intent.

Although they killed the six murderers, they could not forgive their hatred, and their hatred led to the unwilling Jinghua Sect.

The Mirror Flower Sect is such a scourge and should be eradicated completely. Otherwise, I don’t know how many innocent people will be harmed by them.

If we don’t want Junior Sister Zhou’s tragedy to happen again, we should eradicate the Mirror Flower Sect!

Their hearts were burning with murderous intent.

Ning Zhenzhen felt their murderous intent, shook his head and said: "Don't think about Jinghua Sect, think about Jingjing."

"Sect Master, shouldn't a sect like the Jinghua Sect be abolished?" Ding Xingqing said softly, "What are we still doing with them?"

Ning Zhenzhen looked at her.

Ding Xingqing said: "Is it because they have the support of Shenjian Peak behind them that they are so unscrupulous and lawless?"

"What do you want to say?" Ning Zhenzhen frowned slightly.

Ding Xingqing said: "So, in the final analysis, it is still the Divine Sword Peak. Without the Divine Sword Peak, the Jinghua Sect would not dare to be so unscrupulous. We should abolish the Divine Sword Peak!"

Ning Zhenzhen said: "Who doesn't want to abolish the Divine Sword Peak, but the Divine Sword Peak is so powerful that we can't compete with it now."

Another woman whispered: "Master, don't we still have the Great Miaolian Temple?"

Ning Zhenzhen said: "The Great Miaolian Temple will not help us abolish the Divine Sword Peak, but just prevent the Divine Sword Peak from destroying us."

The third woman said coldly: "The Divine Sword Peak doesn't take the Great Miaolian Temple seriously at all. Isn't the Great Miaolian Temple angry and doesn't want to abolish the Divine Sword Peak?"

Ning Zhenzhen said: "The Great Miaolian Temple will not act so impulsively, but will be cautious and weigh repeatedly. Don't rely on others. We should work hard on our own."

She swept her clear eyes over the twelve women and whispered: "In this world, no one can be relied on. Only one's own strength is the foundation."

"Yes!" The women nodded solemnly.

The incident at Shenjian Peak this time made them deeply understand the importance of strength, and beauty alone cannot be relied on.

No matter how well a sect disciple marries, it cannot really replace one's own strength at a critical moment. External forces are external forces after all.

Ning Zhenzhen whispered: "This time, please ask Master Fakong for help to prepare for the return of Junior Sister Zhou."

The women were stunned.

They originally thought it was a salvation, but what they heard was return to life.

"Master, can Junior Sister Zhou come back to life?" Ding Xingqing hurriedly said: "Resurrection from the dead?"

Ning Zhenzhen nodded slowly.

Twenty-four eyes immediately cast at Fakong, staring at Fakong for a moment, trying to see through the fog on him.

Although he was standing in front of them, Fakong was calm and composed, like a deep and bottomless ancient well, making people want to see, but they couldn't see clearly.

The more unclear it was, the more they wanted to see.

He firmly absorbed their minds.

Fakong nodded slightly, facing their gentle, clear, and bright eyes, and smiled: "I will do my best."

"Thank you, Master." Ning Zhenzhen clasped his hands together solemnly.

"Thank you, Master!" The women followed suit and clasped their hands together solemnly.

Fakong clasped his hands together in return.

He had already deduced and was more confident: "Move Miss Zhou out."

Ning Zhenzhen came to the coffin, put his hand on Zhou Jingjing's shoulder, and the invisible force lifted Zhou Jingjing up and slowly landed on the spotless white stone ground.

Zhou Jingjing lay on her back, her whole body was green, and there was no sign of life.

Although she was not a great master, she was already a master of the spirit realm, and her body was still active.

Fakong clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and began to mutter the Buddhist mantra.

The sound of the Buddhist mantra was strange, as if it came from the distant sky, slowly coming over. The sound was clear, but it was unclear what the sound was.

Every word was inaudible, only the murmur of chanting could be heard, as if one was in an empty and high grassland, boundless and vast, and one was the only one alone in the vast and high world.

Slowly, the sound moved from the sky to the ground, as if it came from the netherworld, from the soles of their feet to their bodies and then to their ears.

They had a feeling that there seemed to be someone under their feet, and they were standing above the noisy crowd.

They couldn't help but look down.

The ground was still white stone, spotless, and the entire altar seemed to be carved from a white boulder, with no joints.

Fakong's voice became louder and louder, more and more magnificent, as if standing in the distant sky, and also as if standing in the distant underground.

Sometimes in the sky, sometimes in the underground, changing constantly.

They stared with their bright eyes, watching Fakong's body gradually emit light, and his body was gradually enveloped and wrapped by the soft light, and finally submerged, and his figure could no longer be seen, only a ball of soft light.

Gradually, the soft light expanded, enveloping Zhou Jingjing, wrapping her, and drowning her.

Both of them disappeared in the white light.

The murmuring and chanting continued, lingering in their ears, distant, high, desolate, as if a person was walking alone in the vast grassland.

"Boom!" Thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.

The women looked up.

The night sky was still dotted with stars, the crescent moon was like a hook, and the clear light slowly fell between heaven and earth.

Fakong's chanting began to become urgent. It was distant and calm before, but now it became urgent.

"Kacha!" The women's eyes suddenly brightened.

Ning Zhenzhen suddenly flicked her sleeves.

The women retreated involuntarily.

A lightning bolt drew a huge "Z" shape, like a silver sword stabbing fiercely at the soft light where Fakong and Zhou Jingjing were.

The soft light shook.

"Kacha!"

The eyes of the crowd suddenly lit up again, and lightning struck Fakong and Zhou Jingjing fiercely again. The soft light shook and seemed to be shaky.

"Kacha!"

The lightning struck again.

...

A total of six lightning strikes struck, and the soft light remained strong.

There was no more lightning after that.

The soft light quickly converged and finally all penetrated into Zhou Jingjing's body. Her body had changed.

She seemed like a sleeping beauty, with fair skin, rosy and shiny, and her breath was light and long, continuous.

The women widened their eyes.

Zhou Jingjing's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.