Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Twenty-five people, twenty-five rejuvenation spells were cast in the blink of an eye.

Fakong cast the Heart-Clearing Spell again.

Their languid spirits were lifted. They had originally despaired of the power in their bodies and felt that they would not be able to escape death today. When the masters came back, they would see their corpses.

As soon as the Heart-Clearing Spell fell, their fighting spirits suddenly soared, their spirits were high, and they focused their minds to deal with it again.

The Rejuvenation Spell turned into a continuous vitality that constantly restored their bodies and weakened the violent force in their bodies.

While destroying, it was also recovering.

It was not yet completely balanced, but it was far better than before, and the injuries did not worsen so quickly.

Fakong frowned and thought.

He had seen through his mind's eye that there was a white light lingering in the bodies of these twenty-five people. Wherever the white light passed, their internal organs were injured and their meridians were damaged.

And their strength could not stop this power.

This white light was very similar to the light of the halo behind the head of a first-class master. He judged that they were all injured by a first-class master.

No wonder he was so badly injured.

The Rejuvenation Mantra is really useless against the power of a first-class master. The Rejuvenation Mantra cannot attack, it is only righteousness, it is only vitality, it restores disease and evil, and restores the body, and the power of a first-class master is not disease and evil. ?

The spiritual power of a first-class master cannot be eliminated by the spiritual power of a first-class master, and the divine essence cannot be blocked. Only his Vajra Indestructible Divine Art...

He suddenly stretched out his palm and pressed on Lianxue's back.

Lianxue's back was straight, like a whole piece of white jade, and it could feel smooth and flexible even through the clothes.

"Puff!" Lianxue sprayed a stream of blood.

She frowned slightly, looked inside her internal organs, and found that a strange power came in, mellow and continuous, warm and soft, swallowing up the violent and pure power.

After this mellow and warm power swallowed up that power, it slowly retreated, retracted to the back, and drilled back into Fakong's palm.

She opened her eyes and smiled softly: "Fakong, Vajra Indestructible Divine Art?"

Fakong nodded slightly and looked at the other 24 Mingyue Temple disciples in embarrassment.

Each of them was beautiful.

Time seemed to have no impact on them, and could not leave a trace on them. Each of them looked like they were about 20 years old.

But since they have all reached the second level of cultivation, they are probably no less than 30 years old.

"It's okay." Lianxue said.

Fakong nodded.

He stretched out his palms and pressed on their pink backs one by one, saving the 24 Mingyue Temple disciples one by one.

The 24 Mingyue Temple disciples opened their eyes, clasped their hands together, but did not say much. They sat up straight and began to heal their wounds.

Fakong returned to Lianxue.

The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art had made a big improvement, which was equivalent to two years of practice.

The power of a first-level master was so great for the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art that it pushed his Vajra Indestructible Divine Art to the third level of perfection.

This was an unexpected surprise.

Through these swallowed white lights, Fakong analyzed that there were twelve first-class masters in total.

Dayong mobilized at least twelve first-class masters this time, which is enough for any temple.

Twelve first-class masters' surprise attack, let alone against Mingyue Temple, is probably foolproof even against the unprepared Leiyin Temple.

"Uncle, how many first-class masters are there?"

"Twelve." Lianxue said softly: "They almost defeated us right at the start. If we hadn't been prepared in advance, Mingyue Temple would have been destroyed this time."

Fakong frowned: "How could you do it?"

The first-class masters have a strong sense of each other, just like what they saw in their hearts at the beginning. Even if they didn't see each other, they could sense each other a mile away.

Once the first-class masters in Mingyue Temple sensed something, how could they let their disciples go to die?

"..." Lianxue smiled helplessly.

Fakong seemed to be thinking about something, nodded and stopped asking: "It's okay now, a blessing in disguise."

"The masters have already chased them." Lianxue said softly: "This time they will not be allowed to escape unscathed."

Fakong said: "Can you find out why they want to attack you?"

"..." Lianxue hesitated and shook her head gently.

Fakong also understood.

She knew it, but it was not appropriate to say it out loud, especially with so many fellow disciples around her, so she could only remain silent.

Fakong said: "Then I will go, uncle, Yu'er will stay there for the time being, and you can pick her up after you recover from your injury."

"Yes." Lianxue nodded gently.

Fakong found that Lianxue's belief in himself actually increased, and it suddenly became two points.

This time he should have completely believed in his magical powers.

He disappeared in a flash.

The disciples of Mingyue Temple, who were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, with solemn and sacred appearances, like Guanyin Bodhisattva, suddenly opened their eyes.

They gently lifted their silk clothes.

There was a "bang bang" sound, and invisible white gas poured out.

The messy white shirts were restored to a spotless state, white and flawless.

They came over in a hurry, surrounded Lianxue, and stared at Lianxue with bright eyes.

"Junior sister, is this the famous Fakong?"

Lianxue smiled and said, "It's him."

"He is so powerful at such a young age. He is a genius. No wonder he caught the eye of Junior Sister Ning."

"I thought he was very powerful, but I still underestimated him. He is a hundred times more powerful than I imagined!"

"He can actually break the power of a first-class master."

"Alas... we are not as good as him."

"Junior sister, it is said that he has a clairvoyance. Is it true?"

"... Yes." Lianxue hesitated, not knowing whether to spread it.

"Don't worry, we won't publicize it, we just know what's best."

The girls were all talking at once, and they were talking very fast.

"If it weren't for his clairvoyance this time, we would really be doomed. King Dayong Chun is such a bastard!"

"Hmph, the most irritating thing is that the masters don't believe what Junior Sister Lian Xue says. Are you too big a deal?"

"It's already very good. Although the masters don't really believe it, they still rushed back just in case."

"One step too late and our lives will be at stake!"

"We owe Master Nephew Fakong another favor. How can we repay this favor?" Someone shook his head and sighed.

"We are a family." A woman smiled coquettishly: "Junior sister Ning didn't enter the nunnery and married him directly."

"Nonsense!"

"Not to mention that Junior Sister Ning has perfected the wisdom and enlightenment of her heart and will no longer be emotionally involved in the relationship between men and women. She is just like Fa Kong. She is an eminent monk!"

"Alas... what a pity."

"Junior Sister Lianxue, what are your ideas?"

"Senior sisters, you are so old and you still say this!" Lian Xue said angrily: "What should I do if others hear it?"

"There are no outsiders!" the girls giggled.

Mingyue Temple is not as solemn and dull as people imagine, but is lively and lively, with everyone's mind being lively and agile.

Lian Xue shook her head and said: "You also make random jokes about my nephew, so that the masters can hear..."

"Junior sister, do you think Master and the others don't joke? When they do, we all blush!"

——

Fakong appeared in the small pavilion of Huinan courtyard.

Huinan asked quickly.

Fakong said a few words, stood up and left.

Now that the war is over, I am not afraid that Huinan will show off again.

"Get out of here, I'm upset just looking at you." Huinan waved his hand impatiently, then took out a small box from his arms and handed it to him carefully: "Hurry up and catch it!"

Fakong reached out and took it.

It is a small red sandalwood box, the size of a ring box from a previous life. It sinks heavily into my hands and I feel the weight of the years and the weight of the wood itself.

"This is the relic of a sacred monk that I obtained in my early years. I don't know its name, but it has miraculous effects." Huinan hummed, "I have been enshrining it for these years. You can take it and enshrine it."

He stared at the small red sandalwood box and suddenly fell into a trance.

In fact, this relic was originally intended to be passed on to Yuan Zhi.

Among the disciples, the one with perfect wisdom and mind is the most successful, and his achievements will be higher. With the help of this sacred monk relic, he may be able to achieve Vajra.

pity……

Thinking of this, his eyes flashed with sadness.

Fakong looked at the small red sandalwood box.

Huinan came back to his senses and hummed: "When reading Buddhist scriptures, first worship this relic."

"Then I'm welcome, take it away." Fa Kong smiled and put it back in his sleeve without opening it, and said with a smile: "Master, are you feeling distressed?"

"Get out of here!" Huinan slapped the table.

Fakong smiled and titheed, and walked away.

——

In the Huyingxin Pavilion, Fakong slowly opened the red sandalwood box and saw a pure and flawless white relic inside.

The relic of the enlightened monk last time was in the form of amber, but this time it was like crystal.

He thought for a moment and gently pressed it between his eyebrows.

"Boom!"

He felt like he was instantly blown into powder, blown into nothingness, and ceased to exist.

My mind went blank. I was in a daze, not knowing where I started or where I ended. I didn't know how much time had passed, and I didn't know who I was.

After a while, he finally remembered that he was Lingchen.

He was sitting on an Arhat bed, and dozens of disciples around him were sitting around the Arhat bed, lowering their heads and chanting sutras.

He already understood that his time had come and he would pass away and leave this whirlpool world.

A lifetime of experiences replays like a marquee.

He was born into a gentry when he was young, and his mother believed in Buddhism. Because he was smart, he sent himself to a monastery near his home, where he became his teacher.

I have a photographic memory. I can remember a Buddhist sutra once, understand its meaning after two times, and cross-reference it with other Buddhist sutras after three times.

In three years, he read all the Buddhist scriptures in the monasteries within a hundred miles, and never lost when debating scriptures with others.

His reputation as a child prodigy was known far and wide, and even the prefect of a prefecture came to pay him a visit and learn from him.

He originally wanted to continue his studies and go further to obtain Buddhist scriptures, but his master Meng Huan called him to him and asked him to start practicing closed-mouth meditation.

If you cannot understand your heart and see your nature, you cannot speak.

Only when the heart beads shine and the dust locks open suddenly can you speak.

After practicing silent meditation all his life and being unable to speak, he found that his mind had indeed become extraordinarily peaceful and he had entered a deep state of concentration. He even entered the inner courtyard of Tushita on the fourth day.

I once saw Maitreya Buddha and listened to Maitreya Buddha's teachings, but I couldn't pronounce them verbally. I could only record them in a book, which is the "Amitabha Sutra".

Now, I will finally take off my skin, leave the whirling world, and return to Maitreya Courtyard, I am really happy.

He smiled, chanted Amitabha in a low voice, and then turned into a white light and soared into the sky.

Fakong woke up suddenly.

He opened his eyes, held the relic, and thought about it carefully, but he still didn't know who this holy monk was.

The memory is only a brief moment, not the life of this holy monk.

But this person's background is too scary.

"Amitabha Sutra", which divine monk wrote this strange sutra?