Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong glanced at her.

Xu Qingluo smiled and said, "Master, don't worry. I will never do anything wrong."

"If he is disrespectful to me, you have to endure it." Fakong said.

Xu Qingluo's bright eyes suddenly burned, and she lowered her flower-like face and frowned, saying, "Is he disrespectful to you, Master?"

"He has his own ideas." Fakong said, "He doesn't believe in things that others say."

"He doesn't believe in your Buddhist teachings and supernatural powers, Master." Xu Qingluo sneered, "Ridiculous!"

If there were doubts before the Master held the Resurrection Ceremony, it would not be a big deal. After all, praying for rain could be a coincidence, and the blessing ceremony could also be an illusion.

But what about the Resurrection Ceremony?

Is the resurrection of the dead also an illusion, a trick?

Fakong said: "Hearing is false, seeing is true. It is not wrong to have such independent thoughts."

"...Okay." Xu Qingluo suppressed her reluctance and nodded: "If he doesn't go too far, I will tolerate it."

"This kid is really crazy!" Lin Feiyang said: "Abbot, forget it."

I have seen many people who don't believe in the abbot, but I am not very excited. After all, it depends on the individual whether to believe or not, and you can't force them.

This is also their blessing. They don't have the opportunity to experience the abbot's magical powers.

Once you experience the abbot's magical powers, it is often a matter of life and death, or dying, or coming back to life.

This kid doesn't believe it now, but when he really needs to use the abbot in the future, he will know how powerful he is, and then he will know how self-righteous he is.

Fakong smiled and said: "It's good to meet him."

He was not very interested at first, but seeing that he was so persistent in not believing, he became interested instead.

"......Yes." Lin Feiyang said, "Bring him here after dinner."

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Duan Hu heard Lin Feiyang's words and said in surprise, "Meet the Divine Monk Fakong?"

They were in Lin Feiyang's mansion, in a guest house.

After Zhu Ni got engaged to him, she often came here and had managed the whole mansion in an orderly manner.

The servants and maids each had their own duties and clear responsibilities.

As a Sima, she was more than capable of managing a small mansion, a piece of cake, and the whole mansion was already extraordinary.

"Why, you don't want to meet the abbot?" Lin Feiyang snorted.

Duan Hu waved his hand: "No, no."

Lin Feiyang said: "Then do you want to meet or not?"

Duan Hu smiled and said: "It would be great to meet the Divine Monk Fakong. I have heard of your great name for a long time and it is well-known."

Lin Feiyang said: "Then follow me."

"Shall we go directly there?"

"Yes." Lin Feiyang nodded.

Duan Hu hesitated and finally nodded.

He didn't really believe in Fakong's miracles. The rumors were too miraculous and could bring people back to life.

In his opinion, this broke the order of heaven and earth. How could the heaven and earth allow it to exist?

Fakong was alive and well, so this must be fake.

But with so many people watching, it was impossible that no one would doubt it, but no inside story was exposed. I'm afraid the means were extremely clever.

Can I see through this means?

He didn't have the confidence to expose it, but he wanted to see it with his own eyes.

Lin Feiyang shook his head and said, "You..., you are too shallow, you think the abbot is a liar?"...

"Hehe..." Duan Hu scratched his head embarrassedly: "I just think that there shouldn't be such a powerful person in the world."

"So you don't have much experience," Lin Feiyang said: "There are many powerful people in the world, you just haven't seen them,... Forget it, there's no point in talking more, let's go."

"Then..." Duan Hu looked down at himself: "Do you want to bring some gifts?"

Lin Feiyang laughed.

Duan Hu said embarrassedly: "It's too rude to go there empty-handed, isn't it?"

"Let's go!" Lin Feiyang pulled his sleeve unhappily, and the two floated out of the Lin Mansion.

Shuttled among the noisy crowd, Duan Hu looked around curiously.

Compared with Shenjing, his city was a million miles away, and the noisy crowd around him excited him.

He liked to join in the fun by nature.

He was intoxicated after seeing the prosperity of Shenjing.

When he stayed in Lin Mansion before, he was already eager to run out and enjoy it.

At this time, he was finally in the prosperity again, and every cell in his body was excited, and he wanted to laugh up to the sky.

Lin Feiyang smiled: "How do you feel?"

"Too prosperous, too lively!" Duan Hu sighed: "Brother Lin, Shenjing is indeed worthy of being Shenjing!"

"Yeah..." Lin Feiyang shook his head and said: "Shenjing was not so lively half a year ago, but now it's incredible."

Today's Shenjing is no longer the Shenjing half a year ago.

All the rich people in Daqian desperately try to get into Shenjing, wishing to live in Shenjing and never leave.

The richer you are, the more you cherish your life.

Staying in Shenjing can prevent death from illness and sudden death, and you will only die of old age.

What a blessing and luck.

"Why is it so?" Duan Hu asked curiously.

Lin Feiyang snorted and said, "Isn't it because they are afraid of death?"

Duan Hu became more and more curious.

Lin Feiyang said, "With the abbot here, how could they not come over? Not only do they come here themselves, but they also move their whole family here."

The old are afraid of getting a serious illness, and the young are afraid of dying young and getting into danger. All the rich families desperately try to get into Shenjing, and they have to squeeze their heads in to get in.

The price of houses in Shenjing City is rising day by day. Now, the price of his three houses has tripled.

If this continues, ordinary people really can't afford to live here.

Some people are talking about moving outside the city.

Outside the city of Shenjing is the military camp, and some ministers in the court have begun to suggest that the military camp be pushed out ten miles.

Some court officials suggested building an outer city within ten miles to alleviate the crowding and noisy chaos in the city of Shenjing.

If this continues, the city of Shenjing will only become more and more crowded and noisy, which is too unfair to the current residents of Shenjing.

Duan Hu smiled and said, "Brother Lin, is the monk Fakong really so magical?"

"You don't believe it?"

"After all, I have only heard about it, and I haven't seen it with my own eyes."

"I haven't seen it, so I don't believe it."

"You have to see it with your own eyes to judge, to say whether you believe it or not, right?" Duan Hu said embarrassedly: "I think it's too stupid to believe it just because others say so."

"...That's right." Lin Feiyang felt that he had nothing to say.

This is absolutely correct.

The two shuttled through the crowd. …

Lin Feiyang's Qinggong is superb, and he doesn't care about the crowds around him. He is at ease, but Duan Hu can't do this.

He had to go all out to avoid bumping into people when he was moving through the crowd. Moreover, there were many martial arts masters in this noisy crowd. If he ran into someone, he had to avoid them in advance to avoid misunderstandings and fights.

He gradually felt exhausted, and sweat had already appeared on his forehead unconsciously. The dense beads of sweat shone in the sun.

"We're here." Lin Feiyang suddenly spoke.

Duan Hu was relieved and looked around with a sigh of relief, but he didn't find that he had arrived at the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

Lin Feiyang pointed to a figure in the distance: "That's the abbot."

Duan Hu looked over and saw a purple-gold cassock shining in the sun, as if covered with a layer of rosy clouds.

Under the purple-gold cassock, a thin figure was standing in front of a stall, looking at the ornaments on the stall.

He suddenly turned his head and looked over.

Lin Feiyang clasped his hands together in salute.

Fakong's eyes fell on Duan Hu.

Duan Hu was suddenly dazed.

He felt as if he had instantly left the hustle and bustle and arrived at a quiet place, as if he was standing in a bamboo forest, with Fakong standing opposite him.

Fakong clasped his hands together.

Duan Hu hurriedly clasped his hands together in return.

"Let's go, go over there." Lin Feiyang turned his head and glanced at Duan Hu.

Duan Hu nodded solemnly.

As the saying goes, it's better to meet someone in person than to hear about him. Before he met the monk Fakong, he had always been unconvinced and skeptical.

Supernatural powers are illusory, and Buddhist mantras are even more so. It is very likely that those believers are self-glorifying and intoxicated.

Is there really a Buddhist mantra in the world that can bring the dead back to life?

But after looking at it, his thoughts suddenly wavered.

It seems that the monk Fakong is indeed different from the martial arts masters. Is everything true, not just a rumor?

After he had doubts in his heart, more rumors would not only not change his mind, but would increase his doubts.

The more Fakong's deeds were spread, the more he felt that the world was drunk and he was the only one awake, and he felt that he was the most correct.

But he wavered when he made eye contact with Fakong for the first time.

The two came closer.

"Abbot, this is Duan Hu." Lin Feiyang said.

He glanced at Duan Hu.

Duan Hu was not smooth enough, and he was also a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers. Who knows what he will do.

Duan Hu clasped his hands and said, "Meet the master."

Fakong clasped his hands and smiled, "No need to be polite, Mr. Duan has worked hard all the way."

"I have to thank Brother Lin for saving me, otherwise I would have died." Duan Hu said solemnly, "Thank you for your help, Master."

Fakong smiled and shook his head.

Duan Hu said, "If it weren't for the master's reminder, Brother Lin would not have been able to save me. I am very grateful."

Fakong smiled and said, "What are Mr. Duan's plans?"

It seems that he knew that he had seen his calamity, so he asked Lin Feiyang to go over and protect him secretly, but even so, he still didn't believe in his magical powers.

Duan Hu is really stubborn.

"Stay in Shenjing for the time being." Duan Hu said, "I believe that if I stay in Shenjing, no one will dare to harm me."

Lin Feiyang snorted, "You think too much."

Shenjing is safer, but it is too naive to say that staying in Shenjing can avoid the entanglement of Shenjian Peak.

The tentacles of Shenjian Peak may not be unable to reach Shenjing.

If he is not protected by himself and others, he will not be able to hold on at all.

Fakong glanced at Lin Feiyang: "Send the Buddha to the west, then help Mr. Duan stay in Shenjing."

"Abbot, where you live now..."

"Don't you have another house? Let Mr. Duan stay first." Fakong said, "I will slowly look for it later."

"It still depends on Brother Lin." Duan Hu was not polite.

The treasure he provided can buy ten or a hundred houses, let alone one house.

So there is no need to thank him, it is too formal.

Lin Feiyang said, "Okay, let him choose a place to live."

Duan Hu said, "Master, I should be able to stay in Shenjing without any worries, right?"

Fakong smiled and said, "Good people will be blessed by heaven."

"Thank you for your good words, Master." Duan Hu smiled.

He actually wanted to see Fakong's magical powers, but looking at Fakong's appearance, he had no intention of using his magical powers at all.

"See you later, I'll take my leave now." Fakong clasped his hands together and disappeared in a flash.

Duan Hu was startled and turned his head around to look for Fakong's figure.