Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

What they couldn't believe was that at this time yesterday, when the two were sparring, the junior sister's Flying Butterfly Palm was still a bit raw, and she was defeated by the senior sister in just a few moves.

Even the eldest sister did not use the most powerful flying butterfly palm at all, but only used the tiger claw hand to defeat her.

But today, it seemed that someone else was performing the Flying Butterfly Palm. In a daze, they felt that it was the sect master who was coming in person.

So graceful and exquisite!

They were fascinated by it, as if they had turned into a butterfly and danced gracefully, and their understanding of the butterfly palm advanced by leaps and bounds.

Some people couldn't help but whisper.

"Is this really Junior Sister Mo?"

"Hehe, Junior Sister Mo is possessed by the sect leader."

"This is progressing so fast."

"Junior sister Mo was possessed by a mad spirit before, so she didn't recover."

"Then it's impossible to enter the country so quickly."

"It is said that Junior Sister Mo is a martial arts prodigy, so she was accepted as a close disciple by the sect master and carefully trained. Now it seems that the sect master's vision is indeed vicious. Within one day, he suddenly understood the Flying Butterfly Palm."

"This understanding is really amazing."

"Our Jade Butterfly Sect is about to produce another genius."

"The sect leader has passed away, and we need a genius right now, but I didn't expect it would be my junior sister."

Due to her status, Mo Youlan did not dare to show up too much, lest she expose her flaws and be seen.

Therefore, as a junior sister, she has a very low sense of existence. She practices in seclusion all day and night. In fact, she eavesdrops on the discussions within the sect and obtains some information.

They stared at the two men and talked in low voices.

At the beginning, the discussion was still quiet. As more people joined in the discussion, the sound became louder and buzzing.

"Bang!" With a muffled sound, the two separated.

Ning Zhenzhen clasped her fists and smiled: "Sister, I accept the offer."

Senior sister Su Xingchen had a slender figure and bright and dazzling appearance. She smiled softly, her eyes moving, and hummed: "Little junior sister, it's okay, your understanding is high enough."

"After I went back yesterday, I was thinking hard. Suddenly I saw a butterfly flying in front of me. I had a flash of inspiration and observed the butterfly. I gained a new understanding, which was very helpful for my understanding of the Flying Butterfly Palm."

"Butterfly?"

"Yes." Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "Don't look at the movements of the butterflies, but look at the way the butterflies exert force. The root of their sudden changes is that our flying butterfly palms are exactly the same as the butterfly's power. It is easy to understand."

"It's easy for you, but not easy for ordinary people." Su Xingchen waved his hand: "Okay, you win."

"Sister, I didn't win." Ning Zhenzhen smiled and said, "We are considered a tie."

"You haven't recovered yet. If you recover, I'm no match for you." Su Xingchen said with a smile, "Junior sister, go to my yard and let's have a chat."

"Yes." Ning Zhenzhen agreed without hesitation.

Su Xingchen glanced at the girls.

Although more than a hundred women only wore short clothes and no makeup, they still looked gorgeous.

She hummed: "You guys, don't practice blindly all day long. You're like a donkey. The direction is wrong. The harder you work, the worse it will be. Learn more and practice less. Do you hear me?!"

"Yes" everyone hurriedly agreed.

If she doesn't agree quickly, she will say it again.

Su Xingchen nodded with satisfaction and left with Ning Zhenzhen.

The girls immediately started talking and were filled with emotion.

It turns out that this is how you practice butterfly palm, you have to observe butterflies.

Some people shook their heads: "I have also observed butterflies, but I have no insights and it is of no use."

"No gain at all?"

"No, I'm even more confused."

"Hehe, how can your understanding be compared with that of my junior sister? Let's go see Butterfly too."

The Jade Butterfly Sect is located in a valley, which is like spring all year round. There are many flowers and plants, attracting too many bees and butterflies.

Butterflies can be seen everywhere, whether they are white, black or colorful. They had not noticed them before. Only then did they realize that there were many more butterflies in the valley than they had imagined.

So each person observed one, chasing and observing, and some tried to catch it with their hands to see how the butterflies dodge.

I really discovered some mysteries.

The butterfly seemed to be flying slowly, but it could dodge very nimbly, and with a slow swing, it had already avoided it.

This feeling that seems slow but is actually fast is the feeling of Flying Butterfly Palm.

Once I found the feeling, I started practicing flying butterfly palm, and I made rapid progress.

All of a sudden, the disciples of the Jade Butterfly Sect all improved their flying butterfly palms rapidly.

After getting the benefit, the girls changed their attitude towards Ning Zhenzhen, who brought the benefit, and became much more enthusiastic.

Ning Zhenzhen felt that she had truly integrated into the Jade Butterfly Sect and was truly accepted by them as one of their own.

Previously, Mo Youlan had been practicing in seclusion and had indeed built up a wall. Now, this wall has finally been dismantled.

In the early morning, amid the chirping of birds in the back mountain, Fakong opened the door and left the house.

The fresh air penetrates into the nose and cleanses the internal organs. The turbid air is gone and the whole body is filled with pure air.

Fakong stretched and stood aside to watch Xu Zhijian practice Da Guangming Fist.

Xu Zhijian was wearing Fakong's middle coat and gray shorts. He looked refreshed and full of energy. Compared with the dusty days of yesterday, he seemed like a different person.

Yesterday was not just a journey, but more importantly, I was depressed, so my whole person seemed a little gloomy.

The moves of Da Guangming Fist are simple, just a few punches coming and going, it looks ordinary and boring.

The true essence of the Great Light Fist is the light of his fist. A faint white light envelopes the fist, flickering on and off.

The white light will change the speed and power of the fist.

Or the punch speed increases greatly, or the punch strength increases greatly.

A punch can be as fast as a meteor, or as heavy as a mountain.

Xu Zhijian slowly retracted his punches, his fists became brighter and brighter, and the flickering white light became more and more condensed, and finally fell on his hands like two bright moons.

"Huh!" Xu Zhijian let out a long breath, and the breath was like a stream of silk, condensed and not dispersed until it flew to the gate of the courtyard before dispersing.

The white light of his hands converged into his skin.

"I drank too much yesterday and got drunk." Xu Zhijian looked at Fakong and shook his head and said, "I can't drink like this anymore."

Fakong smiled and said, "Brother Xu, you are unhappy, and a drink can relieve your worries. Are you feeling much better now?"

"The knot in my heart has been untied, and I feel relieved!" Xu Zhijian smiled and said, "I should have reported to the other courtyard yesterday, but I got drunk here. I don't know if the other courtyard will look for me."

"I have asked Lin Feiyang to tell your other courtyard." Fakong said.

"That's good." Xu Zhijian breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let's go, come with us to Wangjiang Tower for breakfast."

"I..."

"Let's go!"

"...Okay." Xu Zhijian could only agree.

When the group left the gate of the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple, the pilgrims outside had already formed a long line, extending far to Zhuque Avenue.

"Master, please pray for rain again." Fakong smiled and saluted them with his hands. Suddenly, a pilgrim saluted and suddenly spoke.

Fakong was stunned.

This sentence was the fuse, which instantly ignited the other pilgrims.

They nodded and agreed.

"Yes, Master, please pray for rain again!"

"Yes, Master, please give me another rain."

"It's really unbearable if it doesn't rain again."

...

Everyone talked at once, asking him to rain again.

Fakong looked at the crowd and shook his head: "Donors, it's not that I don't want to perform it, but I can't perform it... I don't have enough willpower to perform it."

Someone asked: "Master, how can I make my willpower sufficient?"

Fakong shook his head and said: "The so-called willpower is the wish of all living beings. Only you donors are far from meeting the willpower requirements for performing the Cloud-Roaming and Rain-Borrowing Mantra."

"Master, how many people do you need?"

"The more the better." Fakong said: "You don't have to tell me, just have a strong desire in your heart."

"The more the better..." The pilgrims chewed on this meaning.

Fakong and Xu Zhijian walked side by side. After walking a few steps, Xu Zhijian stepped back three steps and made way to avoid receiving the gifts from everyone.

These gifts were for Fakong, not for him to enjoy.

While they were still eating at Wangjiang Tower, the surroundings began to boil, and the diners asked Fakong for rain.

Fakong smiled and shook his head, saying that his willpower was insufficient.

In fact, his willpower was enough, but he still pretended to be insufficient.

Suppressing it can not only develop believers, but also gain more faith.

Wish first and then believe. If you can stimulate the wishes of more people, it will be easier to gain faith and believers.

The more believers you have, the more merit you will gain by performing the Mantra of Cloud-Rain-Purging.

The merits of ordinary times have been continuous, but compared with a grand ceremony, or a rain-praying ceremony or a blessing ceremony, they are just a drop in the lake.

Xu Zhijian looked at Fakong.

Fakong smiled and said, "The Mantra of Cloud-Rain-Purging is a great wish mantra of Buddhism. It can only be performed with the help of the wishes of all living beings."

Xu Zhijian shook his head and sighed, "Beyond imagination, do you want to perform it?"

Fakong nodded slowly.

This is a rare opportunity to gain huge merits.

The last time it was performed, it was just to increase the number of believers.

This time is a good opportunity to harvest merits, and it can also increase the number of believers, with excellent results.

"At this time..." Xu Zhijian worried, "Will there be trouble?"

He felt that now was not a good time.

Don't forget the Southern Supervisory Department.

If you stand out at this time, it will attract the attention of the Southern Supervisory Department.

Fakong pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "No matter what, you must perform it."

"I will ask people to help." Xu Zhijian said, "You should also mobilize some masters to Beijing."

"That's right." Fakong nodded slowly.

This time, more of the first-rank officials of the Vajra Temple can come, so as to increase the deterrent effect and make Prince Duan have some concerns.

Things developed very quickly.

In the evening, more and more people came to ask Fakong to perform the Cloud-Roaming Rain Spell, surrounding the entire outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple.

If it weren't for the Infantry Department Yamen, I'm afraid that the pilgrims in the outer courtyard of the Vajra Temple would not be able to enter the temple gate.

Yuandeng stood at the door and repeated a sentence loudly: "Dear donors, the abbot is not in the temple. He has returned to the Vajra Temple in the Great Snow Mountain and will be back in two or three days."

Everyone became more anxious after hearing this, and asked him to send a message, asking Master Fakong to come back as soon as possible to pray for rain. Everyone was eager for a heavy rain.

If it doesn't rain again, all the vegetables will die.

If it doesn't rain, the well will dry up.

If it doesn't rain, even the animals in the mountains will die of thirst.

All things in the world need a heavy rain now.

And now, all hope lies in Master Fakong.

Yuandeng could only nod and agree, and replied that he would definitely send a message to the abbot.

However, the abbot was also in a dilemma. He didn't have enough willpower to cast the cloud-moving and rain-making spell, so he still had to rely on everyone. If the willpower was enough, the abbot would naturally return.

When everyone dispersed, they talked about this with the people around them.

Fakong sat in the Medicine Valley of the Vajra Temple, feeling more and more willpower gathering in the nameless Buddhist scriptures.