Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The setting sun shines obliquely on the West Secretary's courtyard of the Green Outer Division.

After dinner, Ning Zhenzhen returned to the Sicheng courtyard and found Sima Xun, Huang Yufeng, Wang Qingshan and eight others waiting in the courtyard.

They were bathed in the sunset and were looking at her with a smile.

Even though I can see her every day, every time I see her, I still marvel at her beauty.

Coming to Xicheng every day is a pleasure.

Ning Zhenzhen glanced at them lightly: "What's the matter?"

"Sicheng, have you heard?" Zhao Zhihua asked with a smile.

Ning Zhenzhen snorted, "It's inexplicable!"

"About the rain in the Vajra Temple." Zhao Zhihua sighed, "This is absolutely correct. Many people saw it. It really rained."

"Some people said that the Buddha of the Vajra Temple blessed and sent down the rain. Some people said that the abbot Master Fakong cast a Buddhist spell to rain." Huang Yufeng said, "In short, people are talking about it like crazy. There are all kinds of things. Now the Vajra Temple has closed its doors and does not allow pilgrims to enter. Otherwise, the threshold will be broken!"

Ning Zhenzhen's eyebrows moved slightly.

"It seems that Si Cheng, you haven't heard about it yet." Zhao Zhihua smiled and said, "But Si Cheng, you have a close relationship with Master Fakong, so you should know the real news, right?"

Ning Zhenzhen snorted, "What does it have to do with us whether it rains in the Vajra Temple? Do you think you are too idle? Have you found out the matter in Tianhe Alley?"

"This..." Everyone hesitated.

They really didn't find out.

There is a wealthy businessman in Tianhe Alley. They suspect that he is a spy of Dayong, but this kind of thing still requires evidence.

The Green-robed External Secretary has a transcendent status in the court, but it is still within the court system. It cannot act recklessly and must still act according to the rules.

This rich businessman is not without roots. If there is no sufficient evidence, the people behind him will never give up.

"The matter is not done yet, and you still have this leisure time!"

"This matter is very serious, Si Cheng." Zhao Zhihua laughed and said, "If it is really Master Fakong who made the rain, we must see it."

"What is there to see about the rain? Go and do your work!" Ning Zhenzhen waved her jade hand and entered her main hall.

Others were discussing in the yard.

Zhao Zhihua found Sima Xun a little strange.

In the past, Sima Xun tried his best to show himself in front of Ning Zhenzhen and was very active, but now he has no energy at all, like an eggplant hit by frost.

"It is said that this Master Fakong has supernatural powers, so he was named the master of the law."

"What supernatural powers does he have?"

"I don't know."

"Could it be that the emperor needs his help to bring rain to alleviate the disaster? Haha..."

He laughed after he finished speaking.

This is indeed a bit unreliable.

"This may not be impossible..." Huang Yufeng said.

He personally experienced the Fakong Rejuvenation Mantra, which was really magical and unimaginable for ordinary people.

It is just a string of Buddhist beads, but it has such magical power just because it is blessed by Master Fakong's Buddhist mantra.

It may not be impossible for Master Fakong to use supernatural powers to bring rain.

"Old Huang, you are now fascinated by Master Fakong's life-saving grace and think that Master Fakong can do everything."

Huang Yufeng smiled.

Let's just do as they said.

They have never seen the magic of Master Fakong, so it is understandable that they don't believe it, and there is no need to force it.

Because if I were them, I would have the same idea.

What you hear may not be true, what you see may be true. You can never listen to everything others say.

Zhao Zhihua saw that Sima Xun had been silent and worried, so he couldn't help but whispered, "Brother Sima, what's wrong?"

Sima Xun shook his head.

Zhao Zhihua said, "Did you have a quarrel with Si Cheng?"

He thought that this was the only reason.

Sima Xun was usually a man of firm will, confidence and even arrogance, and he would not be hit by others.

The only person who could hit him and make him depressed was Si Cheng.

"It's none of Si Cheng's business." Sima Xun waved his hand: "Don't talk about me. Since you are curious, why don't you go and have a look?"

"I can't see it." Zhao Zhihua said in disappointment: "The Vajra Temple has been closed. Alas..., too lazy, it's earlier than our shift."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence."

"It can't be a coincidence, because it's too accurate. There is no rain outside the wall of the Vajra Temple, only inside the wall. You know, the Vajra Temple is not square!"

"If between the appearance of Vajra Buddha and the supernatural power of Master Fakong, I'm afraid I really have to choose the latter."

"Yeah, it makes sense."

"There is another possibility..." someone said.

"What what?"

"Is there any treasure?" The man said excitedly with his eyes sparkling: "A treasure that can condense water vapor, such as water beads."

"Haha!" Everyone laughed.

This is just a legend, a fiction.

"Anyway, I think it's impossible for a human to have such magical powers. If he can control the clouds and rain, wouldn't he be a god?"

"Old Jiang, what is a magical power?" Zhao Zhihua shook his head: "That's the power of communication with gods, do you understand?"

"You are so talkative and you don't do anything?!" Ning Zhenzhen's voice came from the main hall, which made their ears numb.

Everyone scattered and returned to their rooms.

Ning Zhenzhen was in her room, holding her chin and thinking, and she felt vaguely that this must be caused by Fakong's Buddhist mantra.

It seems that my senior brother has learned a new Buddhist mantra.

"Master Fakong!"

"Master Fakong!"

"Hello, Master Fakong!"

"Good morning, Master Fakong!"

"Master Fakong!"

……

The Suzaku Avenue was covered with mist in the early morning, and the sun had not yet come out.

The fresh air mixed with the mist, and mixed with various aromas, forming a unique fireworks atmosphere in the early morning.

The streets were already bustling, and people were eating breakfast in groups of three or two.

Wherever Fakong passed, people clasped their hands together and saluted, with solemn and respectful expressions.

Fakong wore a purple and gold cassock, clasped his hands slightly and nodded in return.

Lin Feiyang and Faning Zhouyang followed him, lagging behind half a body, so as not to block people's sight and cause disgust.

When they arrived at Guanyun Tower, the guests still clasped their hands together and saluted.

When they sat down, people stopped, and occasionally glanced over, showing curiosity and exploration.

"Huh!" Lin Feiyang breathed a sigh of relief: "Finally it's quiet!"

Fa Ning smiled and said: "Senior Brother's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, especially this time when it rained, everyone recognizes Senior Brother."

Lin Feiyang chuckled: "This time they are much more respectful, not as perfunctory as before."

Fa Kong smiled and shook his head: "These are all temporary, don't take it too seriously."

In fact, he felt very happy.

But he also knew that these people were not believers and could not provide him with the power of faith. They followed the trend for a while and soon recovered as before, so he didn't take it too seriously.

What really matters are the believers.

At this time, an old man with white beard and eyebrows stood up, hesitated for a moment, came to Fa Kong, and bowed with his hands together.

Fa Kong saw that he had white beard and eyebrows, ruddy face, delicate skin without wrinkles, like a baby, but his cultivation was only at the Tianyuan realm.

It was obviously a miraculous skill of health preservation. He put his hands together and bowed, smiling, "What can I do for you, donor?"

"I am Zhu Xianzhi, and I would like to ask Master Fakong."

"Please go ahead, donor Zhu."

"Was the heavy rain in the Vajra Temple caused by the master?"

"...Yes." Fakong nodded slowly.

"Does the master have the ability to make rain?" Zhu Xianzhi was surprised and said, "Can he make rain like a dragon?"

"Buddhism is boundless." Fakong put his hands together and bowed to the west, and slowly said, "This cloud-making and rain-making mantra is just a kind of Buddhist mantra."

"Amitabha!" Zhu Xianzhi put his hands together in surprise and chanted the Buddha's name, praising, "The master has such a magical power, it is really a blessing for us!"

If it could rain in Shenjing, everything would be solved.

"I'm sorry to disappoint Mr. Zhu," Fakong shook his head and said, "This mantra cannot be relied on. It is only a temporary convenience. Not to mention that the range of rain is limited, and there are many restrictions on its use. It is difficult to use it."

"I see..." Zhu Xianzhi said with regret, but with a smile.

This cloud-making and rain-making mantra is a difficult Buddhist mantra to use. It is impossible to use it casually.

But it is difficult to use, not impossible to use.

As long as a certain price is paid, it can still be used.

Fakong smiled and clasped his hands together and sat down again.

"Eat, eat." Lin Feiyang said loudly.

Zhu Xianzhi clasped his hands together and returned to his seat.

People's discussions buzzed, and glances came one after another.

Fakong pretended not to see it and didn't care.

Even after saying this, the power of faith did not increase.

People still believe what they see with their own eyes, not what they hear. In the end, their faith is still not enough.

But faith comes step by step.

Just like the embroiderers in Mingyue Embroidery Tower, even though they had never seen him, Cheng Jia and the others praised him over and over again, and the other embroiderers were also influenced and had faith in him.

Belief, according to his previous life's theory, is brainwashing.

When someone is in despair, it is a time of psychological collapse. At this time, it is easiest to take advantage of the opportunity to penetrate into his heart and make him believe.

But in normal times, it is not so easy to penetrate into his heart.

People around were talking in low voices.

It was just speculation before, and they were extremely curious.

Now that Fakong admitted that he cast a Buddhist spell to make the heavy rain, people are more curious and want to see what kind of Buddhist spell can do this.

Rainfall is the work of gods, but it is actually controlled by mortals. It feels magical and incredible to think about it.

Even if people heard that Fakong had supernatural powers, they were not so surprised and shocked compared to this cloud-making and rain-making spell.

After breakfast, when Fakong and his party returned to the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, they found a long line of pilgrims from afar.

This time, the team stretched directly to a distance of 100 meters on the Vermillion Bird Avenue, like a long dragon, which was spectacular.

Lin Feiyang smiled immediately.

Faning shook his head.

Zhou Yang exclaimed: "Master, there are so many pilgrims, are they all here to see you, Master?"

Fakong smiled and said: "They are not here to see me, but to see the rain. Unfortunately, there is no rain today."

More than 100 faiths can be used more than 100 times, which is too much consumption.

"Master Fakong!"

"Master Fakong!"

"Master Fakong!"

...

The pilgrims who were excluded saluted with their hands together, and the people on the roadside also saluted.

Fakong kept saluting, nodded to the left, then to the right, and walked slowly.

Lin Feiyang followed with a smile on his face, feeling proud of it.

Faning and Zhou Yang left first, and they felt uncomfortable following behind, as if they were taking advantage of others.

"Master, I want to be like my uncle in the future." Zhou Yang walked away more than 20 steps, turned his head and looked back, saying with longing.

"It's not easy to be like your uncle." Faning shook his head: "But as long as you practice hard, there is always hope."

"Master, don't lie to me." Zhou Yang said, "No matter how strong my martial arts are, I can't be like my uncle."

Fan Ning looked at him.

Zhou Yang said, "Martial arts can't do this. You have to learn the Buddhist mantras of your uncle."

"You can't learn the Buddhist mantras of your uncle." Fan Ning shook his head, "It's not that he doesn't teach, but that others can't learn it."

"I can learn it!" Zhou Yang was full of confidence.

Fan Ning smiled and didn't hit him.