Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Thank you, Master——!"

"He really is a divine monk!"

"Sister Cheng, you are absolutely right!"

"We unexpectedly met such a divine monk!"

Fakong scattered his handprints.

"Okay, let Master talk to Sister Cheng and the others alone. We don't want to stay here."

"Then let's go."

"Master, farewell."

As they said this, they quickly went downstairs with light steps.

In the blink of an eye, only Fakong and Cheng Jia were the only eighteen people left on the empty third floor.

"Master..." Cheng Jia and the others looked at Fakong with wet eyes.

For them, Fakong is a spiritual support and a support in their hearts.

Although it wasn't long ago, to them, it was already a long time.

Especially if they enjoy their stay here, the more comfortable they are, the more they will miss the dharma space that gave them all this.

Fakong felt their admiration and said warmly: "I will be the abbot of the outer courtyard of Vajra Temple from now on, and I will always live in Shenjing. You can go there at any time to offer incense."

"real?!"

"The master actually became the abbot!"

The girls were immediately overjoyed.

Fakong said: "Is it hard to work here?"

Hearing Ning Zhenzhen say that it must be very hard at Mingyue Embroidery Tower, he understood after seeing Mingyue Embroidery Tower.

After all, it must take a lot of hard work to sell so many brocades every day.

"Although we are a little tired, we are very happy." Meng Qiaoer smiled playfully: "Everyone was laughing and joking, it was so lively."

Cheng Jia nodded slightly.

All the girls smiled.

People who have survived a catastrophe have taken everything in the world lightly. They don’t have so much concern for gains and losses, so they don’t have so much intrigue. They just want to be happier in the rest of their lives.

Fakong looked at Cheng Jia and the others, smiled and said: "But you are still not satisfied, are you?"

The girls fell silent immediately.

Fakong nodded slightly and said, "Do you want to practice martial arts?"

"...Yes!" Cheng Jia nodded slightly and admitted: "Master, we feel that we are redundant."

"Even if you work so hard, do you still feel like you are redundant?"

"Yes." Cheng Jia said: "Although embroidery makes you feel peaceful, you will still feel empty after you are free. We earn a lot of money, but we don't want to spend it. Why do we think we have to come to this world? Is it just to suffer?"

Fakong nodded slightly.

I can't find the meaning of existence, the meaning of living.

"Then why do you need to practice martial arts?"

"When I encounter danger again, I think I can save myself. When I see other women in danger, we can save them!" Cheng Jia said softly: "In this way, we will feel that our life has not been in vain."

Fakong glanced at the others.

Even the lively Meng Qiaoer looked at him seriously.

Fakong said: "Ming Yue'an should have martial arts skills, right?"

"We can't practice Mingyue'an's mental skills." Meng Qiaoer said helplessly: "The threshold is too high."

"Yeah, too."

"Those who don't have a high threshold, it's useless if we practice them. They just strengthen our bodies. We can't beat others."

"You want something that doesn't have a high threshold but is incredibly powerful."

"...Are we too greedy?" Meng Qiaoer spat out her tongue in embarrassment: "We dare not mention these words to others. Master, you are not an outsider, so I can only tell you."

"Let me think about it." Fakong nodded.

They immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

They also felt that their demands were excessive.

There is no such good thing in the world. The threshold is low and the power is strong. Even though the magic skills are famous for being quick, in order to be really powerful, you still need to practice them to a sufficient level.

The magic power is fast in the early stage, but it will not be successful in the later stage.

So it doesn't meet their requirements.

"I'll go back and look for it." Fakong nodded and said, "Let's see if there is such a miraculous skill."

"master……"

"It doesn't matter." Fakong said with a smile: "But you must also understand that people who practice martial arts are prone to death. If you only practice some physical fitness, you can live peacefully in Mingyue Xiulou and live for a long time. But if you practice If you don’t do that, it’s too easy to die.”

"Master, we have gained a huge advantage by being able to survive until now. Even if we die now, it doesn't matter."

"...Well, now that I've thought about it, I'll go back and look for it." Fakong nodded.

"Ah, after talking for so long, I haven't made tea for Master yet." Meng Qiaoer clapped her hands and went to make tea as busy as a butterfly in a flower.

Fakong waved his hand: "That's it for today. I just came to see you. Since you are fine, I will go."

"Master, why are you leaving in a hurry? Come and have dinner with us."

"There's something else." Fakong smiled.

He titheed all the girls and drifted away.

——

After leaving the Mingyue Xiu Building, he turned around and saw that the windows on the third floor were open. Cheng Jia and the others were standing behind the windows, looking at him earnestly, their eyes full of nostalgia.

Fakong smiled and turned around and walked away.

Strolling leisurely through the streets of Shenjing, he enjoyed the fireworks and bustle of this world. He looked at the stalls or shops on both sides and occasionally walked over to ask.

When we returned to the outer courtyard, it was already half an hour later.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard crisp laughter. Xu Qingluo was lying next to the release pond, teasing the turtle.

Hearing the footsteps, Xu Qingluo looked up and rushed over in surprise: "Master."

Fakong looked at her and touched her head.

Xu Enzhi and Mrs. Xu came out of the main hall, titheed each other from afar, came closer and said with a smile: "I'm bothering you, Master."

Fakong laughed and said it was okay.

"Master, my mentor is good at metal and stone, but his temperament is extremely stubborn, and I have offended my mentor again." Xu Enzhi said helplessly: "I went to Weng's Mansion yesterday and was rejected. I'm really ashamed."

Fakong said: "Your surname is Weng?... Could it be that he is the Minister of Rites?"

"Yes, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites."

"It is indeed Mr. Weng." Fakong nodded.

Uncle Zu Huiling also talked about this Mr. Weng.

"I thought about it and thought of a way."

"What method?"

"My mentor is a person who is extremely filial to his mother. Because his father died when he was six years old, he was raised by his mother. The old lady worked hard and became ill due to overwork. She has been in poor health. She had a strange illness two years ago. In order to invite her to The famous doctor even sold his mansion, but it's a pity..." Xu Enzhi shook his head helplessly: "Every doctor said that the old lady had suffered from excessive consumption in her early years, and she was already weak and could not be treated with medicine and stone. "

"Mr. Weng, please bring the old lady over and wait for me to take a look."

"...I'm afraid it won't work." Xu Enzhi showed a helpless look: "At first, eminent monks from several monasteries treated the old lady, but unfortunately it had no effect, and my mentor also had great opinions on the martial arts sect."

Fakong raised his eyebrows.

Xu En knew: "My mentor was working in the local area and saw many martial arts sects committing evil acts, so he hated the martial arts sects deeply."

"Buddha is destined to meet someone..." Fakong sighed: "In this case, we can only go to his house to have a look."

In order to understand the words in the unnamed Buddhist scriptures, it is not impossible to go to the doctor's home for treatment. Face is more important than losing face.

Xu Enzhi nodded slowly: "Then let's go over and take a look."

Fa Kong stretched out his hand.

Xu Enzhi turned around and told Mrs. Xu, Xu Qingluo and their two sons to stay in the other courtyard until he came back, and then go back together.

Mrs. Xu agreed softly and told him to restrain his temper and not to quarrel with his mentor.

Xu Enzhi nodded solemnly.

But Fakong didn't feel relieved when he saw Mrs. Xu's appearance.

It seems that Xu Eunzhi has had more than one quarrel with his mentor.

Fakong didn't let Lin Feiyang follow him to avoid bad things.

Although Lin Feiyang listened to himself, he was easily impulsive. Last night, he secretly killed the four young people who were talking nonsense in the restaurant.

The two of them walked west along Zhuque Avenue. After walking two miles, they turned right and entered a residential area.

Shenjing is a big place and it is not easy to live there.

Ordinary common people live outside the city, while those with money and accumulation over generations live in ordinary courtyards within the city.

The larger houses around them are not affordable for ordinary people, but for big businessmen and wealthy people.

As for the largest one, it is where officials live.

Fakong saw that the houses around him were obviously occupied by wealthy businessmen. Living here, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites, had obviously lowered his status.

Arriving outside a simple house, Xu Enzhi stepped forward, pulled up the copper ring, and knocked gently on the door.

A small hole opened in the black door, and a pair of eyes appeared behind the hole. Seeing that it was Xu Enzhi, he hurriedly said: "Master Xu, spare the little old man."

"Uncle Jing, open the door." Xu Enzhi said in a deep voice.

The voice inside the door was pleading: "If I open the door for you, I will be punished by copying books again. It's better to spare the little old man. I won't let you open the door."

"I have invited a famous doctor to come over and report to my mentor."

"……Hold on."

Footsteps sounded, getting farther and farther away.

Fa Kong looked at the house and then closed his eyes.

Open your mind.

A thin old man walked quickly to the front yard of the courtyard with brisk steps.

There were three people in the vestibule, bathing in the bright sunshine.

An old lady was lying on a low couch, her eyes closed and dozing off.

She had white hair and chicken skin, and her skin was covered with a layer of gray, as if she was dead.

There were two people sitting at her feet, one on the left and one on the right.

A handsome middle-aged man with a flowing beard and good looks was squeezing the old lady's feet.

On the other side sat a beautiful middle-aged woman, who was also holding the old lady's feet. The two were communicating with each other through their eyes.

The thin old man walked softly to the handsome middle-aged man and lowered his voice to report.

"Famous doctor?" Weng Jingyuan sneered.

The beautiful middle-aged woman said softly: "Sir, what kind of famous doctor is this?"

"Xu Enzhi brought a famous doctor here." Weng Jingyuan sneered: "Can a dog spit out ivory from its mouth? Let him go!"

"Master." The middle-aged beautiful woman said softly: "This is also Enzhi's intention. Since he is a famous doctor, it doesn't hurt to take a look, old lady..."

"Which miracle doctor hasn't seen it all? The old lady deserves this name, who can survive?!" Weng Jingyuan said solemnly.

Even though the two of them were talking like this, the old lady still fell asleep and did not wake up.

As Fakong watched with his inner eye, her energy and energy were almost completely exhausted, and the fire of her soul was like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time.

"Old Jing, let Enzhi come in."

"Yes, ma'am." The thin old man hurriedly agreed, turned around and left, not giving Weng Jingyuan a chance to speak.

"Squeak..." When the door opened, Xu Enzhi breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said to Fukong: "My teacher still gave me some thin noodles."

Fakong smiled.

Xu Enzhi didn't know why he was laughing. He took a deep breath, straightened his chest and stepped into the door with big steps.

He waved his hand and told Lao Jing to do his own thing and not lead the way.

He brought Fakong to the vestibule, clasped his fists and said, "Student, I have met my teacher, my wife,... my ancestor, how are you doing?"

Weng Jingyuan stroked his beard and said coldly: "Master Xu is coming here, it's really brilliant! ... Do you think others don't know that you have a loud voice?"

Xu Enzhi said with a smile: "Master, Master's Wife, this is Master Fakong, the new abbot of the Vajra Temple Branch. He has profound Buddhist knowledge and great magical powers... Qingluo has recovered and can speak. When I brought Qingluo here yesterday, Master didn't open the door, otherwise, Master would have heard Qingluo calling Master."

"Is Qingluo okay?" The middle-aged beautiful woman was surprised.

Xu Enzhi said with a smile: "Master's Wife, Qingluo was clamoring to come to see Master's Wife. When she was queuing outside the city to enter the city, she met Master Fakong and was cured by Master Fakong's magical powers."

"Hey, magical powers!" Weng Jingyuan glanced at Fakong.

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