Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Lin Feiyang suddenly realized and nodded: "So that's it, so that's it!"

He turned to Fakong and said: "Monk, so that's the case, then we can also attract some people."

Fakong said: "Insincere pilgrims are really useless."

"To keep up the scene." Lin Feiyang said: "We can't lose the pomp, right, old monk Huiling?"

"Yes, pomp! In this damn world, being able to attract pilgrims is a skill." Monk Huiling laughed and said: "That's the respect for our ancestors."

He opened his eyes wide: "Abbot, don't be afraid of this and that, afraid of tainting the style of our Vajra Temple, and afraid of gossip. Let me tell you, our Vajra Courtyard doesn't have this rule, and female pilgrims can also enter!"

"Master uncle, I have something to ask you."

"Go on."

"Master uncle, do you recognize this word?" Fakong waved his hand, and a water line flew up from the stream leading to the lotus pond under his feet.

The water line dispersed in the air, and after landing, it formed a big word.

It was exactly the word he saw in the wordless Buddhist scriptures.

Monk Huiling's eyes turned and he looked at Fakong up and down: "The abbot has such a pure cultivation."

Fakong smiled: "Master, please forgive me."

"Well, this word..." Huiling's chubby little hand stroked his round chin, and his thin eyebrows slowly tightened.

"Old monk, it's okay if you don't know. The monk asked everyone, but no one recognized it."

"Don't talk!" Huiling waved his chubby hand and stared at the big word formed by the water mark, his two eyebrows almost gathered into one eyebrow.

Lin Feiyang pouted, he felt that old monk Huiling was pretending and it was impossible for him to recognize it.

Fakong was very happy.

"I remember it!" Huiling suddenly clapped his hands, and was overjoyed: "My memory is really amazing, I can even remember it!"

"What word is it?" Fakong asked hurriedly.

Hui Ling shook her head: "I don't recognize it."

Lin Feiyang laughed and said: "You call it remembering? Old monk, don't play tricks."

Fakong asked: "Has Master Uncle seen it?"

Hui Ling glared at Lin Feiyang and said to Fakong: "I saw it on an antique, but I don't know where it went."

"Antique..." Fakong thought for a moment and nodded slowly: "It seems that it is an ancient character."

"That's for sure." Hui Ling smiled and said: "Why did the abbot ask about this character? Did he also encounter an antique? Bring it to me for a look. I am best at identifying antiques. I can tell which dynasty it is from at a glance. I will never make a mistake!"

Fakong shook his head: "It's just I have seen it occasionally, but not on antiques."

"If you want to understand this word, go find Old Man Weng." Hui Ling said, "It's the left or right assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites. He is most proficient in the art of bronze and stone."

"Thank you, uncle."

"It's a small matter. Hey, Abbot, do you want to learn about antiques from me?" Hui Ling said with a smile, "It's so interesting. You can get a glimpse of the life of the ancients. An antique is a world. It's really wonderful!"

Fa Kong smiled and said, "If I have time, I will ask my uncle for advice."

"Your personality..." Hui Ling showed a helpless look: "You are more like my uncle."

Lin Feiyang laughed and nodded vigorously.

Fa Kong smiled but said nothing.

I was born an orphan and experienced too many hardships in the world. I can't be as lively and agile as I was when I was young.

It may also be that I have experienced too many years in the Prajna Kalachakra Pagoda. Although I can't feel it, I am actually changing myself silently.

My state of mind is becoming more peaceful and calm.

Like the lake water in the medicine valley, it is only slightly rippled, and it is difficult to stir up huge waves.

He felt that his mentality was old, but he was slowly letting himself regain youth, trying to liven up his soul and appreciate the beauty of the world.

Otherwise, even if he could eventually be invincible and immortal, a life without waves would be boring.

The Mingyue Temple Branch Courtyard is located in the southeast corner of Shenjing.

After leaving the Jingang Temple Branch Courtyard and going south along this north-south avenue for two miles, you will see the Mingyue Temple Branch Courtyard, and then the Mingyue Embroidery Building next door.

The Mingyue Embroidery Building is a three-story building located in the prosperous shops on the north-south avenue, and it is not very eye-catching among the restaurants.

Fakong stood in front of the Mingyue Temple Branch Courtyard and took a few glances. He didn't expect the Mingyue Temple Branch Courtyard to be so lively.

There was an endless stream of female pilgrims coming and going, which was several times more lively than the Feitian Temple. It seemed that there had never been a break in the number of pilgrims.

Mingyue Temple's mental method is unique and rare in the world. The most important thing is that it has the effect of keeping the face young and beautiful, which is what countless women flock to.

The neighbor of Mingyue Temple's courtyard is Mingyue Embroidery Building, and opposite Mingyue Embroidery Building is Mingyue Medicine Building. Customers on both floors are endless, which is not inferior to Mingyue Temple's courtyard.

Fakong was not in a hurry to go to Mingyue Embroidery Building, but went to Mingyue Medicine Building first.

Most of the customers who come and go in Mingyue Medicine Building are women, some of whom are gorgeously dressed, and some are simple. You can tell at a glance that they are from two classes.

The waiters in the medicine building are all women in white shirts, white clothes and white socks, spotless, about 30 years old, beautiful and gentle, with a faint smile, and friendly to look at.

As soon as you enter the first floor, there is a semicircular counter from left to right. Behind the counter stand twelve women around 30 years old, also wearing simple white shirts.

The wall behind them is framed into grids, like museum shelves, and the name of the medicine is written on each shelf.

The left half is rouge and powder, and the right half is powder.

On the left are "Peony Spring Sleep", "Cherry Pearl", "Pearl Splendor", etc., and on the right are "Taiye Condensed Frost", "Tai** Dew", "Bright Moon Without Flaw", etc.

Fakong shook his head.

He had no idea what was being sold by the name, and was completely confused.

But the customers seemed very familiar with it.

Some of the customers who came in went to the left to buy rouge and powder, and some went to the right to buy powder. They directly reported their names to the white-clothed woman behind the round platform, paid the money, and got a bamboo slip, which they took to the second floor to get rouge or powder.

Fakong shook his head and sighed, from ancient times to the present, from the previous life to this world, it was always women's money that was easy to make.

There were also male customers who could call their names skillfully, and took the bamboo slip to the second floor to get things.

Fakong turned around and left the medicine building and came to the embroidery building opposite.

Once you enter the embroidery building, it has the same structure. The semicircular high platform separates people from the clerks. Behind the clerks, there are long poles, on which hang pieces of brocade with different colors and patterns.

When he came in, a woman in white came forward and smiled, "What does this young master need?"

Fakong clasped his hands and said, "I am Fakong, a poor monk, and I am here to look for Cheng Jia and Meng Qiao'er."

"Master Fakong?" The woman in white's eyes lit up and smiled, "Are you Master Fakong?"

Fakong smiled, "Do you know me?"

"Sister Cheng and the others have been talking about it, and we all know it." The woman in white smiled sweetly, "Please follow me."

Fakong followed her to the third floor.

The second floor was busy, people paid on the first floor and went up to the second floor to pick up the goods.

The third floor was not busy, but it was very lively.

A group of women in white, about fifty people, were gathering together, talking and talking, very lively.

Fakong and the woman in white walked over, and more than fifty people were surrounding the two women.

In front of the two women was a wide support frame, the size of a couch, with snow-white silk stretched tightly on it.

They were concentrating on needlework.

A thin silver needle seemed to come alive in their hands, moving up and down, in and out, embroidering a bunch of gorgeous flowers.

Fakong stood aside and watched without interrupting.

Their hands were extremely dexterous, far beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The women around were talking about how exquisite the needle was, and they also admired not only the superb needlework, but also the profound attainments in painting.

Fakong recognized that the two women were the two women he had saved, one Cheng Jia and the other Meng Qiaoer.

Cheng Jia was charming and cold, with a calm expression.

Meng Qiaoer was charming and lively.

Among the women who were watching, one suddenly found Fakong and was overjoyed. She shouted: "Master!"

All the women looked over.

The remaining fifteen women also found Fakong and were overjoyed. They rushed over and saluted with their hands together: "Master!"

"Master!"

"Master, you are finally here!"

...

The sixteen women talked together, chirping and making a lot of noise.

The remaining women looked at Fakong in surprise.

They all knew the life stories of the eighteen women, and they also knew that it was Fakong who saved them. They had heard it over and over again from the eighteen women.

In their mouths, Fakong was the best monk in the world, with unparalleled swordsmanship and great magical powers, and no one could match him.

They were half-believing and half-doubting, but the more they heard it, the more they believed it.

After all, one person can lie, two people may be bragging, three or four people are a little credible, and eighteen people said so, it should be true.

Their curiosity grew stronger and stronger, and the entire Mingyue Embroidery Tower was extremely curious about Fakong.

At this time, they finally saw it.

Fakong clasped his hands and smiled.

Cheng Jia and Meng Qiaoer, who were embroidering, stood up, came closer, and saluted with their hands together: "Master, you are finally here."

Fakong smiled and nodded: "You are doing very well, good!"

Cheng Jia smiled on her cold face: "Thanks to the master, because the sisters are all miserable people, we help each other and support each other."

"Very good." Fakong nodded.

He found that the halo in his mind was flashing, and a large amount of faith power surged over, and there were 52 points.

Among them, there were 36 points from 18 women, and the rest were still there, obviously contributed by these women.

Sixteen people gave him the power of faith without seeing him, just listening to Cheng Jia and the others, which was really a pleasant surprise.

"Master, it is said that you are proficient in Buddhist mantras and have great supernatural powers. Show us."

"That's right, master, we have heard of your great name for a long time, let the little girls open their eyes."

Fakong smiled and glanced at Cheng Jia and the others.

They were all a little embarrassed.

Fakong's mentality has changed now. He no longer wants to hide his identity, but also wants to become famous.

So he made a seal with his hands and cast the Qingxin Mantra.

A jade bottle in the sky poured out jade juice, which fell like a waterfall and poured into their minds.

They immediately felt the cool air pouring into their minds, lingering and circling, and their thoughts became clear, all the distracting thoughts were washed away, and the unpleasant breath in their minds was also washed away at the same time.

The whole person was refreshed, as if he was alive again, and a brand new life was presented to him.

Inexplicable emotion and joy filled his chest.

"Thank you, Master!" The women put their hands together.

Fifty points of faith power were injected into the light wheel again.

Fakong smiled, made another seal with his hands, and cast the rejuvenation mantra several times.

Under the rejuvenation mantra, the minor problems in their bodies were directly cleared, which was also a reward for their faith power.