Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

"Hey!" Lin Feiyang curled his lips and said: "Just staring at such a golden bowl, can you become a first-class person?"

Fanning also looked unbelieving.

But he was kind enough not to say it out loud.

Lin Feiyang didn't care: "Old monk, you can really deceive me. If you can become a first-class master just by looking at such a golden bowl, then why do you practice it? Then how did the owner of this golden bowl lose the golden bowl? It's first-class!"

"What do you know!" Old Monk Huiling said angrily: "Xiao Linzi, you are just a frog in the well. You don't understand anything, and you think you do."

"Tell me, old monk, how can you become a first-class person?"

"If Yipin can explain clearly, then he is not Yipin!" Old monk Huiling said proudly: "It can only be understood, not expressed in words. Do you understand?"

"don't know."

"Kuchiki!"

"Old monk, you are just talking nonsense." Lin Feiyang was unconvinced: "Tell me, if I stare at this golden bowl, can it become a first-class product?"

"The things you practice are not the same as ours." Old monk Huiling waved his hand: "It's better for you to comprehend it yourself. I guess you have no hope in this life, so you should give up!"

"Old monk, you are holding a grudge and deliberately hitting me, aren't you!" Lin Feiyang snorted: "Little belly chicken intestines!"

"It doesn't matter if I have a small belly chicken intestine or not, you don't want to be a first-class person anyway!"

"Just holding a grudge!"

"Can't get into the first grade!"

"Hold a grudge!"

"Can't get into the first grade!"

The two of them stared at each other, saying something to each other.

Fa Kong stared at Jin Bo, Xu Qingluo also stared at it, and Master and Disciple Fan Ning and Zhou Yang also stared at it curiously.

Want to see what the mystery of this golden bowl is.

The old monk Huiling is not very reliable in his work, but he has a high cultivation level and a sharp vision. There is no way he would praise a golden bowl like this for no reason.

But they just can't see the beauty of it.

Xu Qingluo simply visualized it in her mind, but she couldn't figure it out. She blinked her big eyes and said, "Master, there is indeed something weird."

Fakong looked at her.

Xu Qingluo said: "I can't imagine it in my mind."

Fakong closed his eyes and tried to visualize, but he visualized it without any hindrance, but he felt a vague charm.

Xu Qingluo noticed that Fa Kong had kept his eyes closed, and thought that Fa Kong was meditating reluctantly, so she asked softly: "Master, right?"

"Take a closer look and try visualizing."

"Okay." Xu Qingluo agreed, staring at the golden bowl carefully, from top to bottom, left to right, then got up and lay down on the mouth of the bowl, saw the prayer inside, and couldn't help but whisper. : "Rebirth Curse..."

She also knows how to pray.

Fakong taught her by the way, and she remembered it with a photographic memory. When she saw the prayer above, she read it out.

But after reading the name, the rest could not be read, as if there was an invisible force stopping her.

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Fakong closed his eyes and said: "You are still weak, so don't force yourself to read, otherwise you will hurt yourself."

"Yes, Master." Xu Qingluo agreed.

She could now conclude that this golden bowl was truly extraordinary.

There are actually prayers.

Is this considered an ancient thing?

No wonder our ancestors cherished it so much.

She glanced at the old monk Huiling who was still stumbling over Lin Feiyang, and said with a smile: "Ancestor, do you recognize the words on this?"

"Do you recognize it?"

"Hehe..." Xu Qingluo chuckled, closed her eyes and stopped talking.

Old monk Huiling immediately stopped quarreling with Lin Feiyang and stared at the prayers, and finally shook his head.

He remembered the words that Fa Kong had written to him. They were very similar to these words. He recommended Weng Jingyuan, and Fa Kong had gone to see Weng Jingyuan.

It seems that the character has been learned and passed on to Xiao Qingluo.

His heart was itching like a cat scratching.

He looked at Xu Qingluo from time to time.

But Xu Qingluo closed her big eyes and remained motionless, as if she had fallen into a trance, and he could not be disturbed.

Zhou Yang felt bored after watching it for a while, so he simply stopped watching.

Fanning didn't think there was anything mysterious about it.

Although his qualifications are high, his cultivation is not enough and he cannot touch the mysteries. It takes time to accumulate.

The reason why Fakong reached such a level at such a young age and was almost on the verge of reaching the first level was because he had accumulated enough wealth.

The rich accumulation comes from the pearls of memory he obtained and experienced too much life.

The normal age for entering a Grand Master and entering the First Rank is usually around sixty years old. Only after a period of sixty years can one have a truly clear understanding of life.

In Xu Qingluo's mind, a golden bowl loomed, like a candle in the wind that would be extinguished at any time.

She tried her best not to let it disappear. She kept stimulating her mental power and visualized the appearance of the golden bowl.

But Jinbo's visualization was too energy-consuming, and she gradually felt powerless, watching it gradually blur.

Fakong suddenly opened his eyes and gently touched her eyebrows with his left index finger.

Xu Qingluo's spirit suddenly revived, and the golden bowl that was about to collapse suddenly became clear and real.

A clear "ding" sound suddenly sounded in her mind, as if someone was striking a golden bowl.

Then my mind became clear.

The Dharmakaya, which had been sitting quietly cross-legged in the void of my mind, suddenly became slightly brighter.

This little Xu Qingluo has always been condensed but not solid. It is clear, but it is not strong enough.

The golden bowl slowly floated towards the Dharmakaya, and then slowly integrated into the Dharmakaya.

Suddenly, she inexplicably felt a sense of solidity, as if the Dharmakaya and herself had completely merged into one.

She is the Dharmakaya, and the Dharmakaya is herself.

She immediately knew that she had completely mastered the first step, and her Dharmakaya was solid.

The next step was to begin to condense the fetal breath!

She opened her eyes excitedly, her big eyes shining brightly, and said excitedly: "Thank you, Master, Master, I have completed the third level."

Fakong nodded with satisfaction.

"What third level?" Zhou Yang asked.

Xu Qingluo glanced at him: "Junior brother, work hard, you will be surpassed by me soon!"

"Humph." Zhou Yang disdainful.

With her lazy spirit, how could she surpass herself!

Fakong looked at Monk Huiling: "Master, you have indeed gained a lot."

He caught the invisible wonderful rhythm, as if it contained the truth of heaven and earth, and the world in front of him suddenly became different.

Monk Huiling said, "This shows that you have extraordinary comprehension. You will be almost there after watching it for a while."

"Master, please put it away. I have memorized it. Just look inside."

"Okay." Monk Huiling agreed happily, picked it up, jumped into the air, sat on the crossbar of the bell, and carefully admired and played with it. He was overjoyed and gradually showed an intoxicated look.

Daqian Forbidden Palace

Lingyun Palace

Prince Xin Chuxiang hurried to the outside of Lingyun Palace.

Two colorful palace maids were guarding the palace gate. When they saw Prince Xin, they hurriedly bowed.

"Is the fifteenth sister in the palace?"

"Your Majesty, the princess is here."

"I'll go in and see." Chuxiang waved his hand: "No need to report."

"Yes." The two palace maids bowed again.

Chuxiang suddenly looked up at the sky.

The sky was gloomy and no longer blue.

It was late autumn, and the autumn wind was blowing.

Although he was a great master and was immune to cold and heat, he still felt the chill.

Especially the buildings in the palace are square and neat, and there is no obstruction between the palace and the wall, but instead a series of wind channels are formed, making the autumn wind stronger.

The late autumn in the palace is a bit more bleak than outside.

He shook his head and thought of what Xu Yuyi said.

Xu Yuyi was very familiar with him. He was responsible for treating Princess Xu Miaoru at the beginning. Although he failed to cure her, he had always relied on his medical skills to maintain her health, which was also a great contribution. Chu Xiang was deeply grateful and thanked him many times.

The two of them had an excellent friendship unknowingly.

So this time, Xu Yuyi told him the truth.

The fifteenth princess might not survive this winter and the New Year.

Chu Xiang felt more and more depressed when he thought of this.

He stepped into the palace gate slowly with light steps, turned around the screen wall and came to the front yard. He saw a Luohan bed in the front yard, and a slender and graceful beautiful woman was lying on it.

She was wearing a moonlit white dress, her beautiful face was as pale as paper, and her slightly frowned eyebrows were dim and haggard.

Even in late autumn, the place is still green, with precious exotic pine trees planted here, evergreen all year round.

She doesn't like flowers and plants to wither, so she keeps planting pine trees, all kinds of pine trees.

Two colorful palace maids sat beside her.

They were both fourteen or fifteen years old, with childishness still on their faces, fanning her gently.

In this late autumn, the chill was chilly, and the beautiful woman felt like she was in the scorching summer, but still felt hot.

"Ninth brother." She nodded gently and said lazily, "I won't get up to salute."

"You, just talk about this." Chu Xiang said unhappily, "Why are we brothers and sisters saluting? Did you just get sick?"

"Well, I just got sick." Fifteenth Princess Chu Ling said lazily, "I'm used to it."

"Look at this." Chu Xiang carefully took out the rejuvenation spell from his arms and handed it to Chu Ling.

Chu Ling waved her hand.

A little palace maid beside him put down the fan, took the rejuvenation spell and handed it to Chu Ling.

Chu Ling held out her slender hands to receive it, and glanced at it: "Is it a Buddhist mantra? Um, the Rejuvenation Mantra?"

"Fifteenth sister, you actually know the Rejuvenation Mantra."

"It is said that the Rejuvenation Mantra of the monk Fakong is extremely magical and can cure serious illnesses." Chu Ling smiled lightly and said lightly: "You have done a great service to your ninth brother."

"You also know this?"

"I heard it when my father and mother were chatting casually." Chu Ling said: "I am a dying person, what can they hide from me."

"Don't talk nonsense, what about death!" Chu Xiang felt a little sour in his heart, and glared at her angrily: "Since you know the Rejuvenation Mantra of Master Fakong, it will be easy. Recite this mantra well, or it may have miraculous effects."

He glanced at the two little palace maids.

Chu Ling waved her white hands lightly: "Xiaoxing and Xiaoyue, you can leave."

"Yes, Princess." The two little palace maids retreated respectfully.

Suddenly, only Chu Xiang and Chu Ling were left in the front hall.

Chu Xiang came closer and lowered his voice: "Fifteenth sister, Master Fakong's blessing ceremony will be held in three days. I will take you there quietly. Master Fakong will definitely cure your illness."

"Ninth brother..." Chu Ling showed a hint of mockery, as if mocking his own fate: "I am not sick, but seriously ill and seriously injured. It is not just a demonic possession. In short, it is a mess. I am already incurable and incurable."

"Hush! Keep your voice down!... Haven't you heard of Master Fakong's rejuvenation spell?" Chu Xiang lowered his voice: "You should know that Master Fakong's rejuvenation spell is magical. Whether it is illness or injury, it can be cured."

"Rejuvenation spell can cure illness, I know this, and healing injuries..."

"Fifteenth sister!" Chu Xiang was anxious: "Will you listen to me?"

"Of course I have to listen to what Ninth brother says."

"Then do as I say!" Chu Xiang lowered his voice and said: "I guarantee that I can cure you!"

"Ninth Brother..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Chu Xiang said, "At the beginning, your ninth sister-in-law's illness and Princess Jingbei's illness were both incurable, but Master Fakong was not a problem! Your illness is the same, Master Fakong can cure it!"

"Okay." Chu Ling saw that he was anxious and knew that he was angry. He couldn't resist at this time.

"Okay, it's settled. Recite this rejuvenation spell according to this. Don't throw this piece of paper away."

"Ninth Brother, I have memorized the rejuvenation spell."

In order to cure the disease, I have thought of various methods. When I heard that Fakong's rejuvenation spell was magical, I also found this spell and recited it for more than ten days.

Unfortunately, it has never worked, so I gave up.

"This piece of paper is very important." Chu Xiang lowered his voice: "Don't throw it away, it's a talisman."

"Yeah." Chu Ling responded lazily.