Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

After they all left, Old Lady Fan sat up.

Zhu Miaoying held her hand tightly, fearing that all this was a dream.

Old Lady Fan patted the back of her hand with a smile and said, "Girl, I am indeed well."

"We need to ask the doctors to come and take a look." Zhu Miaoying said, "If it is not completely well, go to Shenjing again."

"Well, that's fine." Old Lady Fan said with a smile, "I know my body, it is indeed well, but it's good to take a look."

If Zhu Huai said this, she would have just pouted back.

But when Zhu Miaoying said it, she accepted it.

At her age, she is more like a child's temper, just so willful.

She has always had a doctor on her side, and it is the famous doctor Ye from Changling City. He quickly diagnosed and congratulated her with praise.

After Doctor Ye left, Zhu Miaoying pulled Old Lady Fan to cry with joy. She didn't expect that she was really cured.

When she said this, her eyes couldn't help but moisten, and she felt the surging and passionate emotions she felt last night again.

"Sister Zhu, why are you so late today?" Someone asked with a smile.

Since the ancestor has been cured and is fine, why are you still so late?

Zhu Miaoying blushed with embarrassment.

"Is there anything else?" Qi Guangjie hurriedly said nervously: "Is the condition recurring?"

This made everyone roll their eyes.

He was too straightforward!

And looking at Zhu Miaoying's situation, how could it be recurring? It's really a pot that is not open.

This is the confusion caused by concern.

Zhu Miaoying whispered: "I overslept."

Everyone was stunned.

Qi Guangjie widened his eyes and looked at her in confusion.

Zhu Miaoying rolled his eyes and snorted: "I haven't slept well these days. I fell asleep completely after relaxing like this. Grandma didn't want to wake me up, so she let me sleep until now."

Everyone suddenly realized and expressed their understanding.

She had been in pain and sorrow, and couldn't sleep. Once the ancestor cured her, she relaxed and all her fatigue came up at once. It was normal for her to sleep for a day and a night.

Just think about it and you will know how tormented she was before.

If this happened to me, imagine if my parents suddenly got a terminal illness and I was powerless, that kind of feeling...

When they thought of this, their hearts sank and they were inexplicably panicked and terrified.

"Sister Yang..." Zhu Miaoying stepped forward and held Yang Shuangting's hand, staring at her with her big and round eyes: "If it wasn't you this time, my grandmother..."

Yang Shuangting smiled and said: "It's our blessing that the ancestor is safe and sound."

Zhu Miaoying's gratitude surged in her chest, but she didn't know what to say when she opened her mouth to vent it.

Yang Shuangting said: "This is also the blessing of the ancestor."

Qi Guangjie hurriedly said: "What is the relationship between Sister Yang and the monk Fakong?"

"We met once." Yang Shuangting said.

Qi Guangjie immediately showed a suspicious look.

Everyone also showed doubtful expressions.

No matter how compassionate the monk Fakong was, it was impossible for him to give the Buddhist beads just because they had met once. Obviously, it didn't matter whether the Buddhist beads belonged to Yixinzhai or whether they were his personal belongings.

It was blessed with Buddhist mantras, so it was a treasure.

How could a treasure be given to others lightly?

Yang Shuangting was introverted and calm. She probably had a close relationship with the monk Fakong, but she was just being modest and didn't want to get into trouble.

If others knew that she had a good relationship with the monk Fakong, they would ask her for help for everything, which would annoy her to death.

According to Yang Shuangting's temper, she would definitely not be able to bear this, so she downplayed her friendship with the monk Fakong.

But no matter how deep or shallow she said it was, her friendship with the monk Fakong must be unusual, and it was definitely right that she would ask her for help when she had an illness.

"I was skeptical about the magical powers and mantras of the monk Fakong, and thought that everyone might be exaggerating a bit. Now it seems that it is not exaggerated at all."

"Xiao Jing, you are the only one who is calm. Everyone is drunk and I am the only one who is sober. Don't you think about who is stupid in this world?" Qi Guangjie said with a smile.

Everyone was filled with emotion.

This time, I personally experienced the power of the monk Fakong, and I felt more deeply that I knew that his reputation was well-deserved.

Yang Shuangting sat in the carriage, listening to the sound of the jagged wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs, his eyes blurred, and fell into deep thought.

They did not bring maids when they went out to play, which was a customary rule.

They had a good time tonight, but there is no feast that will not end, and it will eventually end.

The men rode horses and the women took carriages, and went home.

The carriage bypassed the east-west, north-south and north-south avenues in the city and went back along a small road, which was both quiet and fast.

Yang Shuangting sat in the carriage, opened the curtain, stared at the bright moon in the night sky, her eyes blurred and out of focus, thinking about Fakong.

She was speculating on Fakong's behavior.

Why did he give that string of Buddhist beads?

There are too many possibilities, after all, she still doesn't know Fakong well enough.

Fakong is calm and calm, as clear as lake water, and it seems that you can see through him inside and out at a glance.

But if you look closely, you will find that he is not lake water, but water in the abyss, and you can't see the bottom.

Even if he is right in front of you, you can't see through him.

There seem to be countless mysteries about him, mysterious and profound, which makes people have an endless desire to explore and want to find out thoroughly.

In this case, it is really difficult to speculate why Fakong gave this string of Buddhist beads, because there are countless possibilities.

She thought all the way, but still had no clue. Suddenly, her heart moved, and she whispered: "Old Sun, stop the car."

"Yu!" The coachman, Old Sun, hurriedly pulled the reins and shouted, stopping the carriage.

Yang Shuangting got off the carriage with her skirt in her hand and waved her hand: "Old Sun, you go back first."

"Yes, Miss." Old Sun agreed.

"Jia Jia" shouted twice, flicked the whip, and the carriage slowly went away.

Yang Shuangting looked up at the restaurant opposite, walked out of the path, came to the surging crowd, then stepped into the restaurant and went to the second floor.

Fakong was sitting at a table by the window on the second floor. He was wearing a purple and gold cassock and had a bald head. He was smiling at her as she climbed the stairs.

She approached and sat opposite Fakong.

When she stood on the stairs, the guests of the restaurant looked over one after another, showing surprise.

Some looked straight at her, and some turned their eyes away reservedly.

But when she sat in front of Fakong, everyone's eyes disappeared, as if she suddenly disappeared and people could not see her.

She was highly skilled and extremely perceptive. She immediately sensed the change in people's eyes and understood that it must be Fakong's extraordinary skill.

Just like the extraordinary skill that trapped her in the formation, it isolated people's perception and made people unable to see her.

"Sir, here we are!" The waiter brought a tray and served four hot dishes.

They were delicious and all the signature dishes of this Tenghai Restaurant.

Fakong smiled and nodded, and the waiter stepped back with a smile.

This broke Yang Shuangting's previous guess.

It seems that his extraordinary skill is not to make others unable to see him, but to make them not notice his abnormality.

They just treat him as an ordinary guest.

This Tenghai Restaurant is not a place that ordinary people can come to. Everyone is either rich or noble, and it is impossible that they have not been to Shenjing.

And anyone who has been to Shenjing often goes to see the monk Fakong, otherwise it would be a waste of time to go to Shenjing.

Some of them have seen Fakong, but they didn't recognize him at this time. This is because he performed extraordinary skills.

It affected other people's eyes and attention, it was really amazing!

Fakong poured her a glass of wine and smiled: "How is it?"

"...It's cured." Yang Shuangting immediately concluded that the string of Buddhist beads left by Fakong was for Old Lady Fan.

She frowned and looked at Fakong: "Master, the string of Buddhist beads was not given to me."

"It's for you to borrow flowers to offer to Buddha." Fakong smiled and said: "Isn't this favor owed to you?"

Yang Shuangting stared at him thoughtfully.

She was thinking about what Fakong meant.

He actually knew that Old Lady Fan was terminally ill. Did he see it from himself or from others?

Obviously, he saw it from himself, because Old Lady Fan's illness was kept secret, and he didn't know it before.

His magical power is really amazing.

Fakong smiled and looked at Yang Shuangting.

He nodded with satisfaction.

Finally found her weakness.

She had almost no weaknesses before, and she didn't care about the life and death of the Jinghui Sect. It was useless to threaten her with the Jinghui Sect.

Even if she pretended to care about the Jinghui Sect, she didn't care at all in her heart.

This made her extremely dangerous, and the Jinghui Sect became extremely dangerous.

I have been trying to find her weakness, and now I finally figured it out. She doesn't care about anyone, but she cares about her friends and family who have been playing with her since childhood.

The Jinghui Sect is just a tool for her, a price she has to accept because of practicing the Supreme Forgetting Machine Sutra and the Supreme Pure Bright Sutra.

She has no intention of strengthening the Jinghui Sect, nor does she have the ambition to truly purify the world.

As the daughter of the prefect, she has never lacked anything since she was a child, and she doesn't care about fame and fortune.

Yang Shuangting is an indifferent person, but not a cold and ruthless person. Ruthless people can't practice the Supreme Forgetting Machine Sutra and the Supreme Pure Bright Sutra.

If you really want to be ruthless, you can practice it, and the Supreme Forgetting Machine Sutra and the Supreme Pure Bright Sutra will not be practiced by no one.

Tao is ruthless but affectionate, Tao is affectionate but ruthless. The delicate balance between them has created her unique talent, which fits the Supreme Forgetful Sutra and the Supreme Pure Bright Sutra.

All kinds of thoughts flowed through his mind in just a blink of an eye. He smiled and said, "Your father..."

"What happened to father?" Yang Shuangting's face changed slightly, and his bright eyes flashed.

Fakong smiled and shook his head: "The Zhu family and your Yang family are actually competing secretly. This time, I think I helped your father, right?"

Yang Shuangting snorted.

Fakong said: "Your father is in good health now, but your mother is not so healthy."

Yang Shuangting frowned and looked at him.

Fakong smiled and said: "Human power is limited, and fate is terrible. This time, Master Yang, you must have a deeper understanding."

Yang Shuangting was silent.

She was indeed deeply touched this time and felt her own powerlessness. If it was not Mrs. Fan this time, but her mother who was suffering from a terminal illness, could she save her?

It is impossible to rush from Changling Mansion to Shenjing City in one day, even if I have extraordinary Qinggong.

Can I control my own destiny?

Even if I can control my own destiny, what about the destiny of my parents and the destiny of the people around me?

Just like this time, I couldn't control the fate of Mrs. Fan. I worked hard with everyone to send the elixir first, and then tried my best to send Mrs. Fan to Shenjing to ask Fakong for help.

And these efforts are not as good as a string of Buddhist beads from Fakong.

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