Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

In the bright sunshine of the early morning, the green tiles and red walls of Yongkong Temple were filled with the sound of chanting and wooden fish, solemn and sacred.

Outside Yongkong Temple, it was crowded.

Outside Yongkong Temple was a main road, Fengming Avenue.

Fengming Avenue was paved with white stones, clean and wide, similar to the ten-lane road in his previous life.

There were shops on both sides of Fengming Avenue, and occasionally a few empty areas could be used to set up small stalls.

Each shop was responsible for cleaning in front of its own door, and the shop assistants used clean water to clean it every day.

Outside Yongkong Temple was a flat land about the size of a football field, open and wide, to facilitate the pilgrims to line up.

At this time, this open flat land was already overcrowded, people squeezed people, coffins squeezed coffins, and even lined up a hundred meters away from Fengming Avenue, squeezing out pedestrians and affecting the business of shops on both sides.

The owners of these shops are all locals. They are very friendly to customers who come to their door, but they are very angry with their peers or those who affect their business.

But at this time, they are very reasonable, without a single complaint, and they are honest and silent.

They know that these coffin bearers are not to be trifled with. Everyone is in a state of intense emotion, and a little stimulation will lead to a conflict.

And if they make a fuss at this time, it will be asking for trouble. Didn’t you see that the city guards are watching covetously?

In Tianjing City, many people doubt the authenticity of the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra.

But there are more people who believe that the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra can bring the dead back to life, and there are more people who want to give it a try, and they will never give up as long as there is a glimmer of hope.

With a glance, Fakong can judge that there are a total of 223 coffins.

There are at least eight or nine people next to each coffin, which shows how many people are crowded outside Yongkong Temple.

In addition to these coffins and their family and friends outside the temple, there are also groups of city guards and a group of monks.

Monk Yuande is standing at the gate of the temple waiting.

As soon as he sensed Fakong's appearance, he took a step forward.

The temple gate opened wide.

Monk Yuande entered the temple and came to the main hall. He clasped his hands to Fakong, who was bowing and offering incense.

Fakong turned around and clasped his hands with a smile.

Monk Yuande clasped his hands and said, "Almost everyone outside has come. With so many people, can the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra save them all?"

Fakong smiled and said, "No problem."

The Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra is actually a group mantra, not a single-person Buddhist mantra. Once it is cast, it will cover a large area, and everyone in the area can be saved.

Monk Yuande said, "Will you continue to cast this mantra in the future?"

After casting it this time, people will definitely ask him to continue casting it, otherwise they will resent him. This is human nature.

Fakong said, "I plan to cast it once every seven days."

Monk Yuande was surprised.

Fakong sighed, "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless. I will save as many people as I can. I will do my best."

Monk Yuande nodded solemnly.

Fakong smiled and said, "Thank you for your help, everyone at Da Miao Lian Temple."

"It's just a small favor, insignificant." Monk Yuande shook his head.

Compared to his resurrection, the monks at Da Miao Lian Temple only did superficial things, preventing the surroundings from getting in chaos and preventing people with ulterior motives from taking advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble.

Fakong smiled and shook his head, looking up at the sun.

Monk Yuande said solemnly, "Shall we start?"

"Everyone who can come should have come, so don't waste time." Fakong smiled and said, "Let's start now."

"Please!" Monk Yuande put his hands together.

Fakong disappeared in a flash, and the next moment he appeared above the people, standing in the air, putting his hands together and chanting a Buddhist name.

The bright sunlight shone on his purple and gold robes, and the golden light flashed, and his head also shone brightly, as if a god had descended.

The noisy scene suddenly became quiet.

Fakong stood in the void, his feet were clearly empty, but people felt that he was stepping on an invisible altar.

Fakong stood on the empty altar, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name. He first announced the news that a ceremony of resurrection would be held on the seventh day.

Within a sixty year or seven days, all people can be resurrected, but those who are more than a sixty year or more than seven days cannot survive.

He had just practiced the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra two days ago, and there was no guarantee of 100% success, so he could only do his best.

Then, he began to clasp his hands together and chant the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra.

A quarter of an hour later, the white light converged, and most of the people in the coffin stood up.

Fifteen people did not survive.

This group of people were over a sixty year old, or had died more than seven days ago, and they came to try it out without believing in evil.

In the end, they still could not be saved.

Their family and friends shook their heads in disappointment, looking at the people crawling out of the coffins around them, some of them were young people, and some were still children. Their parents and relatives held them in their arms and cried bitterly. The grief of death and the joy of recovery could only be expressed and vented through crying.

Among the fifteen dead, ten were more than sixty years old and wanted to try their luck. Five were young but had been dead for more than seven days and wanted to try.

But they were not saved in the end.

Seeing the people around them come back to life, their relatives and friends were more and more miserable and felt very unbalanced.

Some accepted their fate and thought that this was fate.

Some resented Fakong and thought that he should have held the resurrection ceremony earlier, even three days earlier, and they could have saved their children.

They also cried bitterly, resenting the unfairness of fate and Fakong's slow movements. Why didn't he practice the Ksitigarbha Vajrayana Mantra earlier, delaying the time to save lives.

The cries and laughter made the outside of Yongkong Temple very lively.

The city guards patrolled in groups, all with wide eyes to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to cause trouble.

They witnessed the miracle with their own eyes, and the shock they endured was no less than that of the families of the deceased.

Monk Yuande did not leave the temple. He stood on the steps of the main hall and saw Fakong standing in the void and performing the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini mantra.

Every time he saw it, he was filled with emotion.

His previous concept was that the Buddhist mantra was an internal scene, and he never thought that it could really manifest externally. Fakong broke his concept.

But every time he saw it, he still felt amazed at the immeasurable Buddhist Dharma.

Seeing Fakong coming back, Monk Yuande stepped forward and clasped his hands together and bowed: "Master, your merits are immeasurable."

Fakong's face was pale, but there was joy between his eyebrows.

In Monk Yuande's view, it was the joy after saving people. Obviously, Master Fakong was a compassionate person in his bones.

It's just that he doesn't show it normally, which makes him look unkind.

"Master, can you handle it once every seven days?"

"Yes."

Monk Yuande said: "Saving people is important, but if you hurt yourself and can no longer perform the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra, it will be counterproductive."

Fakong smiled and said: "Once every seven days is still okay."

"But what about Daqian? And Dayun..." Monk Yuande asked the same question as Ning Zhenzhen.

It is certain that all three families will perform the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra, not to mention Daqian, even Dayun is the same.

There are disputes between the courts, but it has nothing to do with the people.

Fakong smiled and nodded, indicating that it is okay.

The harvest today is huge, beyond my imagination, not only the merits and faith, but also the expansion of the Little Western Paradise by a hundred meters, and my own cultivation has also improved.

Monk Yuande talked for a while and said goodbye.

Monk Yuande was surprised when he came out.

The crowd outside had not yet dispersed, and people were so grateful to Fakong that they could not express it in words, and they knelt down and kowtowed.

When they saw that it was Monk Yuande, they all clasped their hands and saluted.

Monk Yuande clasped his hands and saluted in return, and then quickened his pace to leave so as not to be an eyesore. Now the people in the field only had Fakong in their eyes.

When Monk Yuande walked a hundred meters, he turned into the alley.

There were two middle-aged men in the alley, slowly approaching Monk Yuande.

Monk Yuande turned his head and looked behind him, and the two middle-aged men also walked slowly.

There were two middle-aged men at both ends of the alley, approaching Monk Yuande slowly, and the aura on them was like that of people who did not know martial arts.

Monk Yuande frowned, strode towards the opposite side, and took the initiative to meet the two middle-aged men.

The two middle-aged men behind him hurriedly accelerated to keep up with Monk Yuande.

Monk Yuande punched out, and the punch accelerated him forward like a meteor, constantly accelerating, faster and faster.

There was a faint roar of wind and thunder in the fist.

The two middle-aged men in front of them each slapped their palms, and there was a faint white light in their palms, a bright and flawless white light.

It was like the appearance of Fakong at the beginning of performing the Great Light Mantra, and also like the light of the Great Light Fist of the Holy Light Church.

"Boom!" With a muffled sound, the two palms collided with the fist of Monk Yuande, and each flew backwards.

Monk Yuande flew three feet in the air and landed gently. The two middle-aged men behind him had caught up and slapped him on the back.

The two middle-aged men in front of him sprayed a stream of blood in the air, slid ten steps and staggered to the ground, hitting the wall heavily.

"Bang!" The wall shook.

"Pah-pa" Two pieces of black tiles fell from the top of the wall.

Monk Yuande twisted his waist and spun around, punching out, and a golden lotus faintly appeared in his fist, slowly blooming.

"Bang!" The two middle-aged men flew out of the alley and landed on Fengming Avenue, almost being stepped on.

People dodged him, causing partial chaos on Fengming Avenue.

Monk Yuande also flew into the air, passing more than ten meters away. He used the force to swoop down towards the two middle-aged men who had just stood firm. The golden light attached to his fist became more and more condensed, turning into a golden lotus.

The two middle-aged men gritted their teeth, their palms became bright and shining again, their eyes were scorching, and they met Monk Yuande's fist.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the two middle-aged men slid more than ten meters on the ground, plowing four half-foot deep grooves on the blue bricks.

Monk Yuande was in a dominant position and chased after him with another punch.

The two middle-aged men had not yet been able to stand firm, with blood flowing from the corners of their mouths, so they hastily blocked with their palms, otherwise they would have been killed directly with a solid punch.

The momentum of Monk Yuande's punch was more amazing than before.

When the two men gritted their teeth and held on to their palms, Monk Yuande flashed and passed them and went to the far end of the alley, and actually took the initiative to withdraw.

They were startled, turned their heads in surprise, and did not chase after him.

They were assassinating, but they were almost killed in return. The sect seriously underestimated the cultivation of Monk Yuande.

If they chased him, the result would be death.

The other two middle-aged men who ran over from Fengming Avenue rushed over. The four looked at each other helplessly.

The intelligence was so outrageous that they almost lost their lives in vain. It was simply harming others.

But Monk Yuande had the opportunity to kill the four of them, so why did he let them go? Monk Yuande was not kind and soft-hearted.

There must be a reason!

He was indeed possessed by the devil and his cultivation was greatly damaged. He should have used the secret technique to stimulate his potential just now, and he was about to collapse!

They shook their heads.

They should have chased him just now.

Monk Yuande looked at the figure standing at the end of the alley with a solemn expression.

This person was hazy as if standing in the fog, and his face could not be seen clearly. Monk Yuande could not see clearly even if he focused his eyes.

More importantly, he was clearly standing there, but he could not sense it at all.