Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Hey, isn't this Song Lao San?"

"Li Da is still alive? Still jumping around?"

"I thought they were all dead, how could they all be alive?"

"Isn't this disease fatal once contracted?"

"Have they found a cure?"

"Thank God!"

Seeing those who had been cured on the stage, their acquaintances began to talk about it, arousing the curiosity and inquiries of the people around them.

The person being questioned immediately talked endlessly, saying that someone had contracted the disease and was carried away, and they thought they were left to die or burned somewhere.

Unexpectedly, they were full of energy and had been cured!

It seems that the prince has found a miracle doctor!

There was a ray of hope in their numb eyes.

Chu Xiang's voice resounded in everyone's ears: "They were all infected with the disease, why are they fine now?"

His eyes were like lightning, scanning the surroundings.

People felt that they were seen by him.

Chu Xiang said in a deep voice: "Because this king invited a great monk, Master Fakong!"

He said slowly: "Master Fakong is the abbot of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple. He has profound Buddhist teachings and great magical powers. He cast a Buddhist mantra to cure them!"

Although Chu Xiang is upright, he is not ignorant of the ways of the world. He just disdains to succumb to the ways of the world.

In his opinion, Fakong did not hesitate to help in the face of the plague and saved so many people.

This character is enough to make people respect, and this kindness is enough to make people grateful.

There is really not much I can do.

There is only fame and profit in the world. If I can't give too much profit, then give fame.

Improving the reputation of Master Fakong can also make the victims more confident, and their spirits will be lifted, and they will have fighting spirit, so that they can stop the plague.

"Master Fakong? I haven't heard of him."

"Is it that young monk?"

"Master Fakong...?"

"The abbot of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple? Too young, isn't he?"

"Is it true that Buddhism can cure diseases?"

"I thought it was a miracle doctor, but it turned out to be a great monk."

...

The buzz of discussion spread.

Chu Xiang let them discuss.

More than a hundred people on the stage bowed to Fakong.

After a night, they woke up.

They were not dreaming, they were not dead, but they were really alive and saved by Master Fakong's Buddhist mantra.

Thinking about the despair and unwillingness at that time, and thinking about it now, it was just a nightmare, and the happiness of surviving a near-death experience was indescribable.

They were so grateful to Fakong that they wanted to repay him with everything they had.

"Bang!" Suddenly, an old man fell to the ground, put his palms together, and touched the ground with his head as a salute.

The older you get, the more afraid you are of death, and the more you desire life.

He was the sickest, dying, and about to die. At the moment of death, he was still full of reluctance and desire for life.

He had been praying for someone to save him. If someone could save him, he would repay him even if he had to work like a cow or a horse.

Fakong shook his head and brushed the sleeves of his cassock.

The old man was lifted up by an invisible force and could no longer kneel down. He could only clasp his hands together and bow deeply: "Divine monk, I can't repay your great kindness. I am willing to be a slave and servant and serve you!"

Fakong smiled and clasped his hands together: "No need to do that."

He glanced at more than a hundred people and said in a gentle voice: "Buddhism pays attention to fate. Since you have met me, it is fate. Buddha saves those who are destined to be together. Don't be too polite."

These more than a hundred people provided more than two hundred people's faith.

His speculation was correct. Only when you are in the abyss of despair can you more easily have faith.

People like Lin Feiyang who are heartless will never despair, so they can't have faith.

But Faning is different. There should be another situation for the generation of faith, like the embroiderers in Mingyue Embroidery Tower and Cheng Jia.

Fakong's gentle voice spread all around, clearly ringing in everyone's ears: "The rejuvenation mantra in your hands is the Buddhist mantra I cast."

He used the Great Heavenly Dragon Chant.

When everyone heard it, they couldn't help but feel refreshed.

They all looked down at the plain paper in their hands. Some had already thrown it away, and immediately regretted it and turned to look at the people around them.

Fakong said: "I will explain the method of chanting this mantra one by one. When the time comes, you will chant with me, and it will definitely have a miraculous effect."

After he said that, he began to explain the method of chanting the rejuvenation mantra. How to make a hand seal, how to pronounce, how to break the word.

He floated into the air, floating slowly above everyone as if someone was holding him up, showing the method of making a hand seal.

Everyone looked up at his hands, then tried to learn, or learned from the people who learned faster next to them, pointed each other, and soon learned the hand seal of the rejuvenation mantra.

Then there was the chanting of the method.

Fakong said it ten times in one breath, and then led everyone to chant, and the voices gradually merged together, in unison.

At this time, there was already a sporadic power of faith.

Fakong finally landed on the high platform, formed seals with his hands and began to cast the Rejuvenation Mantra.

There was a huge jade bottle in the sky, slowly pouring out the nectar.

The nectar fell like a waterfall, turning into streams.

These streams turned into drops of water, dripping on everyone like sweet rain.

The raindrops of this Rejuvenation Mantra were invisible, but they felt tangible, and they all looked up in surprise.

But the sky was clear, and there were no clouds.

Fakong kept casting the Rejuvenation Mantra, over and over again.

The sweet rain fell drop by drop, from scattered raindrops to drizzle, then to moderate rain, and finally to heavy rain, which completely washed away their despair and also removed their original sickness.

As the sweet rain fell, the power of faith gradually increased.

Ten points, twenty points, thirty points... one hundred points... one thousand points...

The halo in the empty space of the mind began to become warm, like a soft white jade light, and no longer as clear as before, with a stronger texture.

Bright and flawless, warm and soft.

More than 10,000 power of faith made Fakong feel rich overnight.

After an hour, when Fakong stopped the rejuvenation spell, all the victims were rosy-cheeked and full of energy.

The rejuvenation spell made them completely healthy.

Originally, they fled all the way, were nervous, physically exhausted, and ate poorly, so they were prone to illness.

Many died on the way. Those who survived had great luck, but they also had some problems, which was unavoidable.

Under the rejuvenation spell, all their hidden dangers and dangers were eliminated, and all evil spirits disappeared, leaving only righteousness to protect their bodies.

Including the armored soldiers around them, all were washed by the rejuvenation spell and became extremely healthy, and their bodies returned to their peak state.

Fakong said to Chu Xiang: "Your Majesty, I have done what I can do."

Chu Xiang looked at the state of the disaster victims below, and his heart was shocked beyond words. He saw that Fakong wanted to leave, and hurriedly said: "Master, please excuse me for a moment."

Fakong nodded slightly.

When the two floated down the high platform, everyone had not yet recovered and was still in a trance.

The two returned to their big tent on the mountainside.

"Master..."

The two sat in the tent, and someone served tea. After the two took a sip, Chu Xiang hesitated and spoke.

Fakong said, "Your Highness, are you worried about the city?"

"Yes." Chu Xiang nodded hurriedly, his face solemn, and said slowly, "I really don't know if the city has been infected with the disease."

Fakong nodded, "I am also worried about this."

"Your Highness, then..."

Fakong's eyes suddenly became deep and mysterious, and his eyes were strange.

Chu Xiang was stared at by him.

Fakong retracted his gaze thoughtfully and shook his head gently: "Now it seems that luck is really good, there are no infected people in the city."

"Not a single person was infected?" Chu Xiang said in surprise.

Fakong nodded slowly.

He looked at Chu Xiang's future through the Sky Eye to see if the plague had broken out, and it showed that there was no outbreak.

The plague stopped here and did not continue to expand.

Once there are infected people in the city, according to the density of Shenjing City, it will spread rapidly within a few days, and then the whole Shenjing will be shrouded in fear.

This kind of thing cannot escape the observation of the Sky Eye.

"Ancestors bless you!" Chu Xiang sighed.

In fact, he had secretly checked which soldiers had returned to the city within the past ten days, and where they went after returning to the city.

Fakong smiled: "It is indeed the blessing of our ancestors that the country is prosperous."

"It is also all thanks to the master's magical powers." Chu Xiang shook his head and sighed: "To be honest with the master, before my wife recovered, I never believed in magical powers or Buddhism."

Fakong smiled: "What you hear is false, and what you see may not be true. Your Highness is right to think so."

"Master, have you ever thought about entering the palace?" Chu Xiang said.

Fakong raised his eyebrows slightly.

Chu Xiang said: "I have already reported the matter here to my father. My father also knows that the master showed his magical powers to cure the plague."

Fakong pondered.

This is also natural.

He didn't believe that Chu Xiang would dare to conceal such a big thing.

Chu Xiang said: "If you want to enter the palace, you can directly become a worshiper and enjoy the first-class salary."

Fakong smiled: "I still feel more comfortable staying in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, so I won't go to the palace."

"That's right." Chu Xiang smiled and said: "I also said this to my father, and my father didn't force you."

"That's great." Fakong nodded.

Chu Xiang said: "Your merits are immeasurable, and your father will reward you."

Fakong smiled and nodded, without refusing.

It is natural to be rewarded for merit.

I am mainly for these believers, and these believers are also the greatest benefit I have received, but there are additional rewards, which is even better.

Double rewards are more pleasing.

"Your Highness, there is one more important thing."

"What is it, Master, please tell me."

"About the origin of this plague." Fakong said slowly: "After a disaster, there is a big plague, but this disaster did not cause too many deaths. How could there be such a big plague?"

The emergence of plague is unpredictable. Sometimes because of the large number of dead people, the corpses will cause plague, and sometimes it is plague or something like that.

Sometimes it is even caused by weather changes.

He felt that this plague was a bit strange, and the death energy was too strong.

"I have been thinking about it, but unfortunately, the Imperial Hospital can't find the source." Chu Xiang shook his head and said, "I am afraid it will be difficult to figure it out."

"Are the first batch of corpses with the disease still there?"

"They have been burned."

"..." Fakong showed a helpless look.

Seeing this, Chu Xiang hurriedly said: "At that time, they were afraid of infection, so they could only burn them all, and then dug a deep pit to bury them, and even their belongings were burned to ashes, leaving nothing behind."

Fakong frowned and said, "Nothing was left behind?"

"Completely." Chu Xiang nodded.

Their tents, sleeping boards, bedding, daily utensils, everything was burned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

Because of their illness, others did not dare to hide their things, for fear of contracting the disease and losing their lives.

Fakong pondered.

No matter how powerful he was, he could not create something out of nothing.

He finally did not give up: "How about going to dig it?"

"No problem." Chu Xiang agreed readily.

Chu Xiang called Yue Minghui and nine armored soldiers, and came to the foot of a mountain opposite with pickaxes and shovels.