Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

The two of them slowly came to Xingnan Temple and came to the main hall.

Standing at the foot of the steps, after offering incense, Chu Xiong turned to look at Fakong and said calmly: "Xingnan Peak has been well taken care of by you. It can be said to be a true Buddhist dojo."

Fakong smiled.

Chu Xiong looked around and sighed: "When I gave this mountain to you, I knew you would run it well. After all, this is not Lingkong Temple."

Although Lingkong Temple was given to Fa Kong, Fa Kong did not try his best to strengthen Lingkong Temple. Instead, it seemed to be vacant. Apparently it was limited by its location and was too close to the palace to use its skills.

There is not much difference between the existence and non-existence of Lingkong Temple. It is just a place for the Queen and Leng Feiqiong to rest and get out of the palace to breathe.

Therefore, Lingkong Temple is very important to the Queen and Leng Feiqiong, but not so important to Fakong.

Fakong was indeed sensible in handling this matter, and he still knew how to act appropriately.

Normally, he does have a good sense of propriety, but when it comes to important matters, he loses all sense of propriety and completely changes his expression, becoming unbridled and bold.

Respect is just a pretense, and deep down, you don't take yourself seriously at all.

Thinking of this, Chu Xiong hummed: "I just didn't expect you to take care of this place so well, it's far beyond imagination!"

He showed emotion as he spoke.

When it was first built, it was still a royal craftsman dispatched by Ling'er. But now, it doesn't have the aura of royal craftsmen, and there is no sense of magnificence. Instead, it is simple and natural.

There is no luxury anywhere, everything is harmonious, as if it were made in heaven.

This is obviously not the true skill of those royal craftsmen. If they were really capable, the palace would not be what it is now.

Fakong smiled: "It's the work of Qingluo and the four of them."

"The four of them are powerful now, but they are not this powerful yet." Chu Xiong disagreed and said calmly: "Fakong, do you want Xingnan Peak to become the Great Miaolian Temple?"

Fakong was startled, then shook his head.

Chu Xiong said: "Now there are signs of this. Once the Taoist temple is completed, it will become famous far and wide, and then it will gradually win people's hearts and promote Buddhism and the world will believe it. By then, although you are not the emperor, you will not be far away."

Fakong laughed and said: "The emperor always thinks the worst about me, as if he wants to shake the country of Daqian at every turn."

Chu Xiong said: "It is impossible for others to shake the country and the country. You, how can I not guard against something that happens in a moment of thought?"

Fakong nodded: "The poor monk understands His Majesty, so he has never been upset and tried hard to dispel His Majesty's suspicions. So far, he has done quite well."

Chu Xiong asked: "What will happen to Xingnan Peak in the future?"

Fakong pondered for a moment and nodded slowly: "Your Majesty thinks too big. According to the poor monk's idea, I just want to build it into my dojo so that the world can truly see what the Western Paradise is like."

"Western Paradise?" Chu Xiong frowned: "Buddha Kingdom? Do you want to build a Buddhist Kingdom on earth?"

He has been reading Buddhist scriptures a lot these days.

Wanting to gain a thorough understanding of Dharma Kong and find its weaknesses, he felt that starting from Buddhist scriptures was the way to go, so he bit the bullet and studied Buddhism intensively.

For this reason, he even invited several eminent monks from the Snowy Mountains to come over and explain Buddhism to him.

As soon as Fa Kong said this, Chu Xiong immediately understood what he meant. The Western Paradise is the Buddha's kingdom in the sky and the place where the Buddha lives.

And to see the Western Paradise, that is to build a Buddhist kingdom on earth.

Several eminent monks from Daxue Mountain once said that there is only one person in the world who can be called a divine monk, and that is Fakong.

Dharma Kong has the qualifications to become a Buddha and become an ancestor. Once the causes and conditions of the great events are completed and the dharmas associated with this whirling world are extinguished, he will surely become a Buddha and return to establish a Buddhist kingdom on this level of heaven.

But now, Fa Kong’s idea is to establish a Buddhist kingdom!

This is never allowed.

A country within a country, what have you become?

There are no two days in the sky, and there cannot be two masters in the country!

Fakong shook his head and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, it is impossible to build a Buddhist kingdom. I have not cultivated to that level yet. I am just trying to imitate the Western Paradise and build a small Western Paradise."

Chu Xiong said in a deep voice: "Is it completed now?"

Fakong nodded slowly: "It has been completed. Although it has not reached the monk's wish, it is already the limit. It is almost the same as experiencing the Paradise."

Chu Xiong's face darkened.

Fakong smiled: "Why do you need to worry, Your Majesty? Xingnan Peak is just a mountain peak. It's not the Snow Mountain, it's not the Tianhai Sword Sect, it's not the Holy Sect of Light, it's totally different."

"Huh, I'm not worried about them, but I'm worried about you!" Chu Xiong snorted.

The size of Xingnan Peak is indeed not worth mentioning compared to the three major sects of Daxue Mountain, but in terms of popularity, Xingnan Peak's reputation in Shenjing is far better than that of the three major sects.

Fakong said: "The majority of people in Xingnan Peak so far are masters from various sects. They do not belong to Xingnan Peak, and they will not belong to Xingnan Peak. Your Majesty must know that there are more than a hundred masters from Ye Ming Division, right?"

Chu Xiong said coldly: "More than a hundred great masters are too amazing."

Fakong smiled and said: "Your Majesty, you are overly worried. What difference does it make to a poor monk if there are more or less great masters?"

Chu Xiong immediately shut up.

There was nothing to say.

Fakong is right. If you really want to harm yourself, it really makes no difference whether you have more than a hundred great masters or not.

No matter how powerful the more than a hundred grand masters are, they do not pose a threat to themselves and they can escape. However, if Fakong takes action, he can still be solved without these grand masters.

Fakong said: "Your Majesty, if I become emperor, everything will be destroyed. All my cultivation and reputation will be in vain. It will not only be useless but also cause endless troubles."

Chu Xiong smiled.

Everything is destroyed, but it can be rebuilt slowly.

Fakong said: "What's more, I'm already well now, why should I go further and cause trouble for myself? Isn't it good to be free and easy?"

Chu Xiong shook his head slowly.

Being free and easy is good, there is nothing in the world that can threaten him, but for a man, being powerful is the real life.

Of course, Fakong is also powerful now.

Fakong smiled and said: "Your Majesty, don't you want to experience the rejuvenation spell?"

He was too lazy to say more about these words. He had said enough, and it was useless to say more. Chu Xiong was a very firm and stubborn person, and it was difficult for outsiders to convince him.

"I'll try it." Chu Xiong nodded.

Fakong said: "Your Majesty must have unshakable faith in the poor monk's Buddhism before he can really perform it. Sincerity makes it work, and faith makes it work."

Chu Xiong closed his eyes.

He recited the rejuvenation spell silently in his heart. He didn't feel anything after one time, and the same thing happened after two times. He frowned secretly, knowing that he had to believe in Fakong.

He was half-believing and half-doubting Fakong's ambition, but he still believed in Fakong's Buddhist teachings.

With this thought, he unconsciously devoted himself to the rejuvenation spell, forgetting himself, and only the Buddhist spell, in the whole body, the sweet rain fell from the sky, fell on the Baihui acupoint, and then flowed through the five internal organs.

He was drunk, his whole body was light and beautiful.

When he woke up, he looked at Fakong in surprise.

Fakong smiled: "Your Majesty, how is it?"

"What a rejuvenation spell!" Chu Xiong nodded slowly, but his heart was heavy.

It was so magical, more shocking than the manifestation of supernatural powers. Which believer who felt this kind of Buddhist spell would not be devoted to it?