Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"What a divine monk!" Mr. Ding sighed with trembling emotion, shook his head and said again: "He is truly a divine monk!"

"Father, are you feeling better?" Ding Guangchang asked hurriedly.

Mr. Ding glared at him: "You think I'm feeling better? Do you think I died too slowly?!"

"You old bastard!" Old Mrs. Ding immediately refused. She felt that the old man had scolded her precious son: "Without Guangchang's insistence, you don't know how many days you can last!"

Mr. Ding immediately lowered his eyebrows and snorted: "It's all thanks to the divine monk for saving me. What's wrong with him!"

The old lady pointed at his nose and cursed: "It wasn't because Guangchang finally found out about this holy monk after all the hard work and went against our wishes and brought you here. How can you be okay? Be your spring and autumn." Dream big!”

Mr. Ding hummed twice, raised his head and titheed at the gate of the other courtyard: "What a divine monk!"

He turned to look at Ding Guangchang: "Boy, do you think this holy monk has so many magical powers, why doesn't he have such a reputation?"

"Father," Ding Guangchang said with a smile, "such holy monks regard fame as a floating cloud. They may also think that fame is a drag, preventing them from being free and easy. Otherwise, this temple would not treat pilgrims like this."

They were turned away just because the abbot was not there.

When the abbot came, he had no intention of welcoming them into the hall to offer incense. He showed no concern at all.

On the other hand, for those who have no magical powers, they have some smug people who brag on their behalf. One says they have supernatural powers, another says the Buddhism is profound, another says the medical skills are miraculous, and the other talks about the flesh and bones of the dead.

If you really listen to their boasts, you will only be disappointed in the end. These so-called famous monks are just people who are just trying to gain fame.

As for Master Fakong, he is young but has a majestic appearance, a calm and calm demeanor, and an air of indifference.

Stepping in the rolling world of mortals, yet not touching a single speck of dust.

"This is the true divine monk!" Mr. Ding sighed with emotion.

Old Mrs. Ding snorted: "How can we repay the favor given by the divine monk? Guangchang, do you have any ideas?"

"Mom, let me think about it." Ding Guangchang pondered.

"What's there to think about!" Mrs. Ding curled her lips and said, "You just preach to the holy monks."

"This..." Ding Guangchang hesitated.

"What about this and that!" Old Mrs. Ding said: "The holy monk is so powerful, can't he talk about it?"

"If Master Fakong doesn't like anyone knowing about him, then..."

"Hmph, how can there be such a person!" Mrs. Ding waved her hand: "Just listen to me and preach it to the holy monk!"

"...I'll discuss this with Brother Jingyuan." Ding Guangchang was promoted to the third rank because of his stability.

Don't act casually, but seek no faults without seeking merit. It is better to do less than to do more, and it is better to do nothing than to do less. Once you do, you will easily make mistakes.

"You have such a slow temper!" Mrs. Ding was so angry that her teeth itched with hatred, but she had no choice but to glare at Mr. Ding fiercely.

They are all this old breed, with bad roots!

Everyone titheed to the King Kong Courtyard again, then entered the sedan chair and left slowly.

Lin Feiyang flashed back to Fakong and said dissatisfied: "Monk, you can tell he is a high-ranking official at a glance, why don't you welcome him in?"

Fakong was studying the wordless Buddhist scriptures and said casually: "They are here to treat illnesses, not to offer incense."

"After treating an illness, shouldn't it be appropriate to offer incense and say thanks?" Lin Feiyang said angrily: "There is also Monk Yuansheng, there is no reason to push the pilgrims away!"

He raised his head and looked at the old monk Huiling, who was lying on the wooden bell with his legs crossed, and said loudly: "Old monk, it's not that I don't do my best, I have some hindrances. Why should I let monk Yuansheng be the gatekeeper?" Na!"

He now only wants to get the secret book of the old monk Huiling, so he wants to expand the number of pilgrims, so he is particularly displeased with Yuansheng.

In his eyes, Yuan Sheng is just relying on his old age to show off his skills, being lazy and slippery.

You can't smile at each other, there's nothing you can do about it, your face is frozen because you've gone too far in practice, but chasing the pilgrims out would be too much. I just don't think it's troublesome to clean up, so I think I can clean less if there's no one around.

Such a lazy person should not stay in the outer courtyard, but should be directly driven back to the Vajra Temple.

Unfortunately, his words could not reach Fakong's ears at all. Fakong took a deep look at him and asked him, "Is it possible for you to guard the gate?"

He suddenly became honest.

He has an active nature, and making him guard the door is tantamount to torture.

Old monk Huiling chuckled: "You stupid monk Yuansheng, you don't want to watch the door. Fortunately, they have a moonlight once a month. Yuansheng is almost one month old, so he will change it to a round lamp soon."

"Yuan Deng? Monk Yuan Deng is good." Lin Feiyang suddenly laughed.

Monk Yuandeng smiled at everyone, was easy-going and amiable. Among the three monks, Lin Feiyang liked Monk Yuandeng the most.

Fa Kong said: "It will be better when Junior Brother Faning comes over."

Lin Feiyang was immediately overjoyed and quickly asked Faning when he was coming. Is he really coming? You won't change your mind, right?

Then he showed off Zhou Yang's cleverness to the old monk Huiling. He is a little kid but full of evil ideas, which is absolutely fun and interesting.

The old monk Huiling suddenly became very interested and hurriedly asked what happened. The two got together and talked passionately.

Fa Kong sat in his small pavilion, closed his eyes, and began to search memories one by one, looking for the martial arts in these memories.

Among the memories he got, there were many adventures, especially Jiang Feng who rode the Great Cloud Divine Wind.

The luck is astonishing and the adventures come one after another. Many of them are not even used and can only be left idle.

Fakong searched through his memories carefully, and experienced Jiang Feng's life again, and his mood became inexplicably angry.

He hated the heavens, the earth, and Dayun, and hated himself for having a poor background, which led to him trying hard to catch up in the future, but he was still one step behind in everything.

Fakong rubbed his eyebrows.

Fortunately, he had the Medicine Buddha statue to guard his mind, otherwise, he would have gone crazy long ago.

The influence of these memories was too strong, and it was difficult to eliminate them without the Medicine Buddha statue.

Lin Feiyang and the old monk Huiling were still talking enthusiastically.

Fakong stood up and walked out of his yard with his hands behind his back, and came to the lotus pond where the Sutra Pavilion was located next to him, and walked slowly on the corridor on the lotus pond.

The surroundings were quiet.

A bright moon hung in the sky.

The moon shadow was cast on the lotus pond, swaying gently.

The cold moonlight made the surrounding air even clearer, mixed with the moisture of the lotus pond, and more refreshing and pleasant.

The chirping of insects.

There was a faint sound of chanting in the air, and he recognized that it was Yuansheng who was chanting.

From afar came the sound of stringed instruments and melodious songs, which were soft and charming, and moved people's hearts.

This was the sound coming from the third floor of Guanyun Tower, which was slowly brought over by the night wind.

If you listen carefully, the noise of the crowd, the sound of children playing, and the sound of adults beating and scolding also drifted over with the night wind.

After all, it was very close to Zhuque Avenue.

The city of Shenjing at night is a city that never sleeps, and it is more extravagant than during the day.

Fakong was as calm as water, thinking about Jiang Feng.

After so many adventures, he was still not satisfied and resentful. It seems that human desires can lead to an imbalance of mind.

If his mind was pure, with his adventures, he would have surpassed Song Qiwen in cultivation long ago, and he would not have been suppressed by Song Qiwen all the time.

The more anxious and eager you are, the less likely you are to succeed. Things in the world are often like this.

He suddenly stopped.

Two years of life burned, and the Prajna Wheel of Time Tower opened.

The next moment, he entered the Prajna Wheel of Time Tower and began to practice.

Half of the time was spent in meditation, deep into the state of concentration, and half of the time was spent practicing the Piyuan Divine Needle that Jiang Feng had obtained by chance.

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Early morning

"Dangdangdang..."

The bronze bell of the Vajra Temple Branch rang, and fifty-four women in white clothes as white as snow appeared outside the temple gate.

The wide Luo shirts could not completely cover their graceful figures.

Each face was covered with white gauze, revealing beautiful facial features vaguely, but it was not clear, and the watery eyes on the white gauze were particularly moving.

The light was flowing and charming when looking back and forth.

Not far behind them, more than a hundred male pilgrims were waiting in line without looking away, trying not to look at them, so as not to make themselves look sneaky.

The queue of pilgrims extended far to Zhuque Avenue, which made people who were eating breakfast curious, why was the Vajra Temple Branch so prosperous?

So someone asked.

Of course, those pilgrims in line would not say that they wanted to see the beauty, or even just want to smell the beauty's scent.

So they said that although the new abbot Master Fakong was young, he was profound in Buddhism and was an enlightened monk.

They didn't know Fakong's reputation at all, but they knew that the princess of Prince Xin's mansion came to visit and burn incense in person.

People around thought that it was not surprising that the princess of Prince Xin believed in a monk.

There were many princes in Shenjing, many princesses, and many people who believed in Buddhism. They often had monks they trusted, and these monks had outstanding qualities.

But things are precious because they are rare, so it is not surprising to have many famous monks.

But the Prince Xin's mansion was obviously different.

What Prince Xin did was so amazing that the princess of Prince Xin actually trusted such a monk, and she was so young.

So they became curious and lined up at the back of the line to take a look at the young abbot.

But when they came in, they didn't see Fakong.

Fakong was in his own yard, and opposite him were Cheng Jia and the other fifty-four people, two more than before.

Fakong stood in front of the steps of the main hall, looked at the women, and said in a gentle voice: "I found a unique skill that is suitable for you to practice."

"Master, what is the unique skill?"

"Piyuan Divine Needle." Fakong said: "You usually use needles, which just fits this acupuncture method, and you are practicing it all the time."

Someone asked: "But can the power of acupuncture be achieved?"

A small embroidery needle may not hurt when it falls on the body, and it cannot be compared with the damage caused by swords.

"Piyuan Divine Needle, break all kinds of Gangqi, extremely fast, without a trace, and can break everything." Fakong smiled and said: "If you can practice to the right level, it will be easy to kill masters of the Divine Yuan Realm!"

"Is it so powerful?"

"But... can we practice it?"

"I will use the technique of initiation to directly infuse you with the practice experience." Fakong smiled and said: "Don't worry about whether you can practice it or not, just think about how to practice it well."

"Thank you, Master." Cheng Jia clasped her hands.

All the women clasped their hands.

Fakong smiled and said, "Let's start now, Cheng Jia."

Cheng Jia came close to him.

Fakong's left hand's fingers were like arrows, and his index finger gently touched her distant black eyebrows.

Cheng Jia did not dodge or evade, and stood still like a statue.

Fakong glanced at Meng Qiaoer.

Meng Qiaoer also came forward, and was gently touched by him, turning into a statue.

The remaining women came forward one by one.

...

When Fakong touched the eyebrows of all fifty-four people and performed the initiation technique, Cheng Jia and the others had already woken up.

They looked at Fakong excitedly with eagerness in their eyes.

Fakong practiced in the Prajna Wheel of Time Tower for two years, and practiced the Piyuan Divine Needle to the Divine Yuan Realm in one breath, and passed on all the experience to them.

They only need to practice step by step, like climbing stairs, without any obstacles. As long as the time for practice comes, they will naturally reach the Shenyuan realm.

"Thank you, Master!" The women clasped their hands together.

Fakong smiled.

He suddenly raised his eyebrows and found something strange about himself.