Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Alas..." Xu Zhijian sighed: "People's hearts are fickle, I really don't know what to say."

Fakong said: "People's hearts are fickle, and people are hard to predict. Brother Xu, think about it. We can't do everything perfectly, and there can't be only light and no darkness in this world."

This world does not revolve around me. I am just an insignificant member, not the master.

This mentality must be corrected, otherwise, there will be endless troubles.

Xu Zhijian nodded slowly.

Fakong smiled and said: "How is your junior brother Chen recently?"

Xu Zhijian was stunned and didn't quite understand.

Fakong said: "Where is Miss Chu?"

Xu Zhijian shook his head and sighed.

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Xu Zhijian said: "Junior sister Chu has been in seclusion."

"Oh——?" Fakong was thoughtful.

It seems that Chu Xiuxiu was still stimulated by me. The humiliation she suffered last time made her work harder.

Fakong smiled and said, "Then Brother Xu should stay for a few more days to see the disciples Faning has accepted."

Xu Zhijian looked at Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu in the distance.

With Zhou Yu by his side, Zhou Yang's little face was full of smiles, a smile from the heart, sunny and bright, like a real child.

Without Zhou Yu, Zhou Yang was a little adult, his little head was turning, constantly testing Faning's bottom line.

Faning always put on a serious look in front of him, adhering to the principle that strict teachers produce good students, just like Yuanhua in front of him.

He was sturdy and huge, like a giant bear, and with a tight fat face, his momentum was really powerful and scary.

But Zhou Yang found out Faning's details in two or three days, and kept testing the bottom line. Faning was not cruel enough after all.

Raised high and put down gently, it looked scary, but in fact his heart was too soft.

Lin Feiyang shook his head and sighed in front of him, saying that Faning couldn't control this kid at all, and he was played around by this kid, so he should help him.

Fakong stopped him.

He told them not to interfere in the master-disciple relationship and let them do it themselves.

This is actually in line with the current situation.

If he was always strict, Zhou Yang, who had just lost his parents, was traumatized, and was alone and helpless, would become more lonely and dark.

After all, he was a precocious person with a sensitive mind, and he could feel Faning's pity and care for him.

There was no need to worry about Zhou Yu.

Lianxue was as gentle as water, the same inside and outside, and she had a clear mind and could sense Zhou Yu's changes in state of mind.

Xu Zhijian stared at Zhou Yang, and after a moment, he nodded: "You are intelligent and pure in mind, and you are indeed a good candidate."

Fakong smiled and nodded: "Brother Xu, I will go to Shenjing in a while to be the abbot of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple."

He wanted to see if he would have any merits by being the abbot of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple.

If it weren't for this, he would not easily agree to this troublesome thing.

Xu Zhijian looked at him in surprise.

Fakong smiled and said: "Next time we meet, Brother Xu, you have to call me Master. The abbot can be called a master."

Xu Zhijian smiled: "Fakong, you want to be the abbot?... Too young, right?... I'm afraid you can't convince the public."

He didn't know about the Vajra Temple branch, but Fakong was so young to be the abbot, it was impossible for him to convince the public.

Monks are like doctors, the older they are, the more popular they are.

People usually think that even if old monks don't get wisdom from Buddhist scriptures, they can get wisdom from years.

If Fakong were the abbot, I'm afraid no one would go to the Vajra Temple to burn incense. Even if there were pilgrims, they would leave and go to other temples.

It has to be said that Vajra Temple made a stupid move.

Lin Feiyang came over with snacks in his hand. He shook his head and said, "Old Xu, this is absurd!"

Xu Zhijian smiled and looked at him.

Lin Feiyang turned his eyes away from Xu Zhijian's smile, not to let his eyes suffer, and said proudly, "Once the monk's Buddhist mantra came out, he would not become famous and immediately become a world-famous monk?"

Xu Zhijian smiled and shook his head, "No."

Lin Feiyang was puzzled: "Who in the world can cast Buddhist mantras?"

"They don't know Buddhist mantras, but many monks have excellent medical skills." Xu Zhijian said, "Often a few needles can be effective, and the disease will be cured."

Lin Feiyang frowned and looked at Fakong.

Fakong said, "This is also natural."

Medicine and martial arts are originally inseparable.

When martial arts are practiced to a certain level, they can see inside and outside when they reach the Shenyuan realm.

Shen Yuan has spiritual attributes. When it enters your body, you can see the body clearly. When it enters other people's bodies, you can also feel it vaguely.

Finding the lesion is the first step to success. Then learn a healing method and you can almost become a good doctor.

For ordinary sects, it is difficult to reach the Shen Yuan realm. For sects like the Great Snow Mountain Sect, it is not that difficult.

There are even some strange mental methods that specialize in healing.

Although their medical skills are not much worse than the Rejuvenation Mantra, they are not that different for general diseases.

The difference is in those difficult and complicated diseases or terminal diseases.

But there are too few people with strange and terminal diseases.

"Monk," Lin Feiyang showed a worried look: "What should I do?"

He knew that Fakong had four great Buddhist mantras.

Among the four great Buddhist mantras, the Rejuvenation Mantra, which is related to life and death, is the most important.

For ordinary people, the Heart Purification Mantra is not important whether the heart is clear or not. The Body Fixing Mantra is also the Great Bright Mantra, which is not used even if you are not dead.

In the end, the Rejuvenation Mantra is the most important.

He thought that Fakong could quickly become famous throughout the world and famous in the capital with this mantra, and become a great monk.

Xu Zhijian poured a bucket of cold water on him.

Fakong said: "No hurry."

Lin Feiyang scratched his head and tried hard to think of a way to break the impasse.

He wanted Fakong to become a famous monk in the world more strongly than Fakong, and he wished that Fakong would become famous all over the world and become a divine monk.

Fakong didn't think about fame. His goal of going to Shenjing was very clear, which was merit.

Huian could gain merit as the abbot of the Vajra Temple, but wouldn't he have merit as the abbot of the other courtyard?

So he could figure out what merit is.

As for the first rank, it might not be that easy. After all, it would be difficult for him to achieve it if his dust roots fell off.

The dust roots often fall off when he realizes that life is impermanent, life and death are very fast, and all kinds of things in the world are like a big dream. If you are too obsessed, you will only find troubles. In the end, you will have to let it go after death. Since you can't have it after all, why bother to cling to it.

But his life span is infinite, and all kinds of things in the world are not a big dream to him, not a dream bubble or morning dew.

After all, he can't be liberated.

There is no way to see the truth.

The road to the first rank is destined to be difficult, or even impossible.

Only merit is what he can pursue. He can use his merit to push the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, and then practice it to perfection and achieve Vajra.

He doesn't believe that Vajra can't beat the first-class.

Xu Zhijian said: "Fakong, there are many temples in Shenjing, and the competition is fierce. If you want to become famous, you still have to rely on Buddhism. Others are all heterodoxies and it is difficult to convince people."

"Buddhism..." Lin Feiyang looked at Fakong.

He shook his head.

Buddhism?

It seems that there is no such thing as Buddhism in the Vajra Temple. Only those old monks will study Buddhism when they have nothing to do.

Usually, the monks in the Vajra Temple do morning classes and recite scriptures, and then throw the Buddhist scriptures aside to practice martial arts.

Fakong usually enjoys flowers, feeds fish and teases eagles, and plays along the lake. What he holds in his hand is not a Buddhist scripture, a book without words.

How can he understand Buddhism, let alone the profoundness of Buddhism.

"Alas!" Lin Feiyang suddenly became gloomy.

Fakong smiled and said, "Just follow the flow."

"Okay, follow the flow." Lin Feiyang sighed, "Why should I bother? Let's go."

He disappeared in a flash.

——

For the next three days, Xu Zhijian stayed in the Medicine Valley, chatting with Fakong and exchanging martial arts.

Xu Zhijian had already reached the second rank, which was a brilliant talent, and his status in the Holy Church of Light was suddenly different.

But his alienation from his fellow disciples did not change. He still felt comfortable staying with Fakong and did not want to leave.

In the early morning of the third day, Fakong went to the Prajna Courtyard, where Huinan was practicing boxing slowly.

Seeing him coming, he snorted.

Fakong smiled and sat in a small pavilion nearby.

Faen made tea and brought it over, and Fakong asked for a plate of snacks: "Since I am going to the other courtyard in Shenjing, I have to ask the master for some Buddhist teachings, so as not to lose face for the Vajra Temple in Shenjing!"

"Yes." Faen smiled and nodded.

Huinan suddenly stopped punching, turned his head and glared at him: "Boy, what do you mean?"

Fakong smiled and said: "Master, don't you want to teach me Buddhism?"

"Must it be today?" Huinan snorted coldly: "Are you here to watch me? Are you afraid that I will go over to help?"

Fakong smiled and said: "Master, let's talk about Buddhism. What is Buddha? What is self-nature?"

"Go read the Buddhist scriptures yourself!"

"I am confused even when reading the Buddhist scriptures. I still need Master to solve my doubts."

"Buddhism is not to be talked about, but to be realized." Huinan said coldly: "No matter how much and how exquisite you talk, if you can't understand, it's just flowery words and useless!"

"But if you can't understand people's hearts, it won't work." Fakong smiled and said: "You still need to have enough exquisite principles."

"...Your eloquence is enough to be the abbot of the other courtyard!" Huinan said unhappily.

Fakong clasped his hands together: "Master, please preach."

"Okay, then listen!" Huinan glared at him and began to talk about the Buddhist scriptures.

He was actually worried that Fakong was too young and that if he didn't know anything about Buddhism, he would be laughed at and lose face for the Vajra Temple.

Although the Vajra Courtyard had lost all its face, he still held a glimmer of hope, hoping that Fakong could help pick it up and revive the prestige of the Vajra Temple.

Time passed slowly.

Fakong looked up at the sky and saw that the sun had passed the zenith.

Huinan was talking until his mouth was dry and his tongue was dry. Seeing that he was distracted, he suddenly became angry and was about to curse.

Fakong interrupted him: "Master, it's over there. I'll go and see."

"Where? Oh, Mingyue Temple?"

"Yes." Fakong's eyes were as deep as an ancient pond, mysterious and unpredictable, which made Huinan slightly awed.

He couldn't spit out the curse, and turned it into depression. He snorted: "If you go now, people will laugh."

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

He disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, he appeared in front of the glacier of Mingyue Temple.

In front of Mingyue Temple, there was a mess.

The water of the glacier splashed and wet the surroundings.

The grass around the glacier seemed to have been plowed hard several times, the soil rolled up, and the green grass was gone.

It was watered again, becoming soft, and then there were mud pits, and it was easy to sprain your ankle if you stepped on it.

More than 20 disciples of Mingyue Temple were either lying on the ground or sitting cross-legged to practice.

Their originally snow-white clothes were stained with yellow mud or green grass juice, becoming messy and embarrassing.

Among them was Lianxue, who was sitting cross-legged, with a pale face like paper and blood at the corners of her mouth, and she was seriously injured.

Fakong stood in front of her, but she didn't notice it. Her whole body and mind were dealing with the violent power in her body.

Fakong directly activated the rejuvenation spell.

Lianxue noticed something strange, opened her eyes, and whispered: "Fakong?"

Fakong clasped his hands together: "Uncle Master, heal your wounds."

Lianxue nodded gently: "Thank you."

Fakong smiled and continued to cast the Rejuvenation Spell.