Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"In addition," Hui An said: "How do you plan to arrange the four people in the other courtyard?"

Fakong said: "Everyone is doing their job, it's just me and Lin Feiyang. Life is as usual."

"Aren't you going to get some of your own people to go there?" Hui'an said with a smile: "Like Faning Fawu, they should be willing to go with you, and they have cultivated enough."

Fakong shook his head: "Fan Ning still has to take care of the medicinal materials. If Fa Wu's ambition is not here, just keep the original people. Which one is the first grade?"

"Senior Brother Huiling, who is ringing the clock, and the remaining three are all honest and responsible. Even if you are young, you will obey orders."

The dharma is empty and tithes are combined.

Hui'an stepped forward and patted Fakong on the shoulder and said with a smile: "If you want to step into the first rank, you have to understand your heart and see your nature. And if you want to understand your mind and nature, you can't restrict yourself too much. Otherwise, you will never be able to see the true nature." of myself.”

Fakong smiled and said, "The abbot is saying that I don't have to keep the precepts?"

"Yes." Hui An nodded slowly: "Second-level disciples of the Vajra Temple can make an exception and break the precepts in order to find spiritual light."

Fa Kong was surprised.

He didn't expect this one.

Hui An smiled and said: "Is it unexpected?"

"...Yes." Fakong nodded slowly.

When he first learned that a certain Patriarch had been in and out three times, he realized that the Vajra Temple was quite tolerant of second-grade disciples breaking the first-grade.

If it were another temple, it would be impossible to allow such nonsense.

However, Vajra Temple allows it.

He also heard a lot of ridiculous things, such as some disciples of Kongang Temple who lived in a brothel for a year, some disciples of Kongang Temple who went out to be actors and actresses, and even some disciples of Kongang Temple who were beggars.

These records are not available in the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Kongang Temple, but there are many records in the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Daguangming Peak.

There was a sense of sarcasm and joking in the writing of these records. I originally thought that they were using the pen as a knife to deliberately take revenge on the Vajra Temple.

That doesn't seem to be the case now.

"I don't think you agree with Fakong?" Hui An stared at Fakong and said with a smile.

Fakong nodded.

He felt that this method was similar to the Demon Sect.

"Haha..." Hui An said with a smile: "Many people have the same idea as you, but after being trapped in the second level for a long time, they feel that they can give it a try. Many people have it right."

Fakong pondered.

Hui'an said: "If you are a disciple below the second level and have an unstable mind, such random behavior can indeed damage your cultivation and damage your Buddha's heart. But when you reach the second level, your heart is like a rock, and you can recover quickly even if you are occasionally hit by a strong shock. "

"What about those who return to secular life and never come back?"

"They..." Hui An said with a smile: "Maybe they have really thought about their pursuits. People's thoughts will change."

"This is the Buddha's heart being broken."

"It should be said that they were not Buddhists in the first place. They just entered Buddhism by mistake. After all, they are passers-by in Buddhism."

"...Abbott, I understand." Fakong said slowly: "I will give it a try."

"Target yourself in one place. If you search carefully everywhere and still can't find it, you might as well break out of your own shackles. You might gain something."

"yes."

"That's all. Having said that, I've already explained everything that needs to be explained. Just go ahead with confidence."

"Disciple, please retire." Fa Kongheshi said.

Hui'an took out a jade tablet from his arms and threw it to Fakong: "The jade certificate of identity of the abbot of the other courtyard."

Fakong took it.

The tentacles are warm, and there seems to be a layer of emerald green circulating in the delicate jasper, making the jasper even greener.

This piece of jasper is extraordinarily emerald green, far better than ordinary, and very eye-catching.

In the early morning, Fakong donned his cassock and appeared outside Shenjing City with Lin Feiyang, slowly walking inside the city gate as everyone lined up.

The guard is checking them one by one and letting them go one by one.

People queuing up to enter the city formed a long queue, queuing from the city gate along the straight and wide avenue for two hundred meters.

Some people were carrying large and small bags, some were driving bullock carts and horse-drawn carriages, some were holding children in their arms, and the corners of their clothes were grabbed by two children, and some were supporting the old man.

The last time Fakong came to Shenjing, he was accompanied by Chu Yu, and the group entered the city directly without queuing up.

Now that Chu Yu doesn't have the Xinwangfu waist card, he will naturally have to queue up.

Lin Feiyang muttered: "Why bother? Just climb over the wall and get in."

No one complained about such a long queue. Only Lin Feiyang complained. He was really not used to lining up to enter the city.

It always flashed over the wall, and the city guards patrolling the city couldn't even notice it.

Fakong had to queue up to enter the city, which made him very dissatisfied.

We have been waiting in line for a quarter of an hour and are still twenty meters away from entering the city.

Lin Feiyang guessed that it would take another quarter of an hour.

This is simply a waste of time. With this skill, you can make a plate of exquisite dim sum and a plate of solid dishes.

He poked his head in front of him from time to time to see how many people were there and how long it would be.

Fakong was too lazy to listen to his mutterings, and felt that he kept poking his head behind him, so he asked him to come in front of him.

Lin Feiyang was not polite and stood in front of Fa Kong.

Fakong stood in the crowd, his cassock shimmering with golden light, which attracted people's attention. If he hadn't seen him young, he would have walked up to talk and ask for advice.

Dharma holds the wordless Buddhist sutra in his empty hand, thinking deeply.

He just saw three words in the wordless Buddhist scriptures.

These three words were so strange and complicated that he didn't even recognize them.

Fa Kong is very strange.

Thanks to the memory of those people, I can now be regarded as having a thorough understanding of ancient and modern times. The Buddha Dharma is profound and I can almost understand all the ancient texts of the past dynasties.

But he didn't even know the word, and had no impression at all.

Obviously, I have never seen this text in my many memories.

"This master..." The woman holding the child suddenly spoke, embarrassedly: "Which temple is the master from?"

She was about twenty years old, with a sweet and delicate appearance, wearing a dark green Luo shirt and a white pleated skirt, simple and elegant.

There were two strong male servants around her, with bulging temples, both servants and guards. It was obvious that the woman came from a wealthy family.

But her beautiful face was filled with anxiety and worry, and she looked haggard like a gradually withering flower, and she looked down at the child in her arms from time to time.

There were also two children wearing brocade clothes at her feet, about six or seven years old, delicate and jade-like, with silver bracelets on their wrists and silver necklaces around their necks, exuding a sense of wealth.

"I am Fakong from the Vajra Temple."

Fakong clasped his hands lightly and looked at the child in the young woman's arms.

The three-year-old girl, with an oval face and big eyes, exudes a spirit of wisdom, but her face is pale and yellow, and her big eyes are dull and lifeless. She is lazily lying on the young woman's shoulder.

Her dull eyes are curiously staring at Fakong, and suddenly she reaches out to touch Fakong.

She is wearing a thin glove on her little hand, made of white satin, wrapped tightly.

Fakong smiled at her.

This woman must have not slept all night, and is tired and worried, exhausted both physically and mentally.

"Master Fakong, I have something to ask for."

"Please go ahead, female donor."

"My child is sick. I went out of town to find a famous doctor yesterday. I traveled all night and want to go into the city to rest early. I wonder if I can go to the front of the master?"

"Please." Fakong nodded: "Lin Feiyang."

"Oh, come here." Lin Feiyang pointed in front of him.

The young woman showed a sweet smile, nodded gratefully, and walked to the front with a child in her arms and two children.

The two guards stood behind and did not follow.

Fakong took a look and nodded secretly.

He seemed to be a well-mannered person with strict family education, which was rare.

The little girl kept staring at Fakong through Lin Feiyang, and stretched out her gloved hand, wanting to touch Fakong.

Fakong smiled and nodded, then lowered his head to look at the wordless Buddhist scripture.

The words on it were looming, and at first glance there was nothing. Only by concentrating on it could you vaguely see it, as if it was floating and rotating.

The more he looked at it, the more complicated he felt that these three words were, as if they had become countless small words entangled together.

He looked at it for a while and then relaxed his mind.

No matter how much he looked at it, he couldn't recognize it.

He still went into Shenjing City to find a learned person and get to know him and ask him a question.

As the abbot of the Vajra Courtyard, his status was still enough even though the Vajra Courtyard was not popular.

Those learned people still liked to associate with monks.

"Ya Ya!" The delicate young woman suddenly said coquettishly.

The little girl in her arms was struggling, her hands kept reaching out to Fakong, trying to touch Fakong.

There was Lin Feiyang in between.

Lin Feiyang made a face at her, but the little girl ignored him and insisted on touching Fakong.

The delicate young woman was shaken by her and couldn't stand steadily, so she was a little angry.

Yaya was weak and couldn't use so much strength. This would easily make her sweat and aggravate her condition.

Lin Feiyang dodged behind Fakong.

Fakong was putting away the Buddhist scriptures and looked up at the little girl Yaya.

Yaya saw that Lin Feiyang didn't stand in front of her, and she smiled immediately, reaching out to touch Fakong.

Lin Feiyang leaned over and smiled, "The little girl is looking at your cassock for fun, why not let her play with it."

The delicate young woman smiled at Fakong apologetically.

Fakong said in a gentle voice, "It seems that the little donor has a predestined relationship with this poor monk. If there is a predestined relationship, then we can cross it. Amitabha."

He stretched out his right palm.

The little girl Yaya smiled happily, suddenly threw off her white satin gloves, and put her little hand on Fakong's big hand.

Because Fakong practiced Taiyin Xiaolianxing, his palms were slender and white, like a piece of white jade.

The little girl Yaya's hands were full of wrinkles, her skin was wrinkled, withered and thin, like an old lady's hand.

The people watching on the side were shocked.

They talked about it immediately.

"What's wrong with this child?"

"Is she suffering from some strange disease?"

"It's scary."

"Alas..., premature aging, I'm afraid she won't..."

"Hush! Be careful of what you say!"

The young woman smiled awkwardly, and smiled at Fakong embarrassedly, afraid that Fakong would dislike Yaya's strange hands.

Fakong smiled and looked at Yaya: "What's the name of the little donor...?"

"Oh, Qingluo, Xu Qingluo." The young woman said hurriedly.

She signaled to a child at her feet to pick up the gloves quickly.

"The little donor and I have a connection, so let's make a good connection." Fakong smiled, formed a hand seal with his palms, and cast the Rejuvenation Mantra.

He cast the Rejuvenation Mantra at an incredibly fast speed now.

People only felt that his palms conjured up a shadow, and in the blink of an eye, the phantom disappeared, and his right palm was holding Yaya's palm again, as if it was an illusion just now.

People suddenly widened their eyes.

Yaya's originally skinny and wrinkled little hand suddenly changed its appearance and became like a piece of white lotus root.

"Ah!"

"What's going on?"

"Is it a magic trick?"

People exclaimed immediately.

Yaya clapped her hands and showed a sweet smile, but no sound came out.

Lin Feiyang was immediately disappointed, knowing that the little girl was deaf and dumb.

PS: The second update will be later.