Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Vajra Courtyard

Main Hall

Meng Qinghe's four daughters, dressed in white monk robes, spotless, sat on the futon with solemn expressions, lowered their eyes, and murmured Buddhist scriptures with red lips.

The wooden fish was knocking rhythmically, and the sound made the main hall and the surroundings quiet and peaceful.

Outside the threshold of the hall

A sturdy middle-aged man looked slightly depressed, and his eyes were calm as he looked at the golden Buddha statue in the hall.

He had a handsome face and a gentle and heavy expression.

Beside him stood a beautiful woman as soft as a willow branch, holding a baby in her arms.

The beautiful woman's clothes were gorgeous, which were the Mingyue silk embroidery produced by the most famous Mingyue Embroidery Tower in Daqian.

At first glance, it was pure white silk, but upon closer inspection, complex patterns could be vaguely seen from the light...

The baby was wrapped in layers of golden silk quilts, with his eyes closed, his face pale, and his breathing rapid.

If he wasn't breathing, people would think he was dead.

But his breathing was too rapid, making people worry that he would be unable to breathe and hold it back at any time.

The beautiful woman looked at the baby in her arms from time to time, and then looked up at the main hall, anxious.

The middle-aged man was calm as water.

When the beautiful woman couldn't help but want to speak, suddenly a gentle force fell from the sky and sprinkled on the three people.

The burly middle-aged man and the beautiful woman both clearly felt this force.

Most of this force fell on the purple-faced baby.

The effect was immediate.

The rapid breathing became soothing, sparse, and the frown slowly relaxed.

The beautiful woman was overjoyed.

What kind of masters can't be found in the palace? What kind of medicine masters can't be found?

There are many people who specialize in healing the heart, claiming to be able to heal the dead, but in the end they are still helpless.

Each one is very famous, but none of them can help.

In the end, she still had to ask for help from Master Fakong of Daqian and from the Vajra Courtyard.

The Vajra Courtyard was indeed worthy of its reputation.

A force came down and directly changed the critical condition of the 19th prince.

She knew that this was the famous Rejuvenation Mantra.

She had only heard of it before, and it was said to be miraculous, so she didn't think it was the key to saving her life.

Because she had seen too many saints and miracle doctors, claiming that they could save people as long as they had a breath.

But in the end, none of them worked.

The Rejuvenation Mantra was also famous, but she felt that it might not be able to save her son. It seemed that God loved her son too much and wanted him to go back as soon as possible.

She just wanted to give it a try and followed the emperor.

Now seeing this change, hope suddenly surged out and filled her heart, and her desperate eyes suddenly brightened.

She hugged the baby tightly and stared at him without blinking.

Watching his breathing become more and more stable, the blue color on his face quickly faded with the change of breathing.

After just twenty or so breaths, the little face turned slightly red, and the death energy was leaving his body quickly.

The beautiful woman's body, as delicate as a willow branch, trembled slightly, like a weak willow in the wind.

She shook slightly, and her whole body was limp and she was about to fall.

Emperor Hu Lieyuan of Dayun reached out to support her, and said softly: "It seems that Nineteenth can be saved."

"Your Majesty..." Imperial Concubine Miao Huiru pursed her red lips tightly, and tears could not help but overflow from her eyes, sliding down her white jade face.

Hu Lieyuan patted her shoulders and whispered: "It's hard for you, Huiru, this time I'm finally relieved."

Miao Huiru pursed her red lips tightly, nodded vigorously, looked down at the Nineteenth Prince, and saw his increasingly rosy face, and couldn't help but smile.

Her bright eyes still contained tears, and her face was bright and smiling, which became more and more moving.

"Amitabha!" With a soft and pleasant Buddhist chant, Meng Qinghe slowly rose.

When she rose to a height of one person, she gently untied her legs and put them on the ground, stepped out of the threshold of the hall, and came to the two people.

"Thank you, Master Yuanchun!" Miao Huiru said hurriedly.

Hu Lieyuan bowed and remained silent.

He had nothing to say.

After all, he still needed their help, especially when he was preparing to deal with them before, which was even more embarrassing.

They must have known, otherwise they would not have left one step ahead.

How could it be such a coincidence?

So, there is only one reason, the great supernatural power of Monk Fakong can see through himself, and even see his future, the future of Dayun.

This is too terrible.

Especially as Monk Fakong's influence and reputation are getting louder and louder, if this continues, there will be trouble.

If everyone becomes Monk Fakong's believers, then who will be the emperor of Dayun, himself or Monk Fakong?

Once Monk Fakong wants to harm Dayun, I am afraid that countless people will inform him, and even follow his call to resist, oppose, or even rebel.

At that time, if civil strife breaks out, it will give Daqian and Dayong a chance, and Dayun's country will be in danger.

I am not exaggerating, and I am not thinking too seriously, but it is a real threat, so Monk Fakong cannot be left.

But now it seems that the opportunity to kill Monk Fakong has been lost.

Monk Fakong is too strong now.

Especially this time, I contacted Monk Fakong through Yunxuan and wanted to ask him to come to the palace to help treat the nineteenth prince.

But Fakong actually saw through my thoughts and avoided me again.

What chance is there?

It seems that I can only ask Tiangang Palace to take action and kill Fakong at all costs.

He was filled with murderous intent, but his face was calm and gentle.

Meng Qinghe said softly: "Your Majesty, Concubine, the prince is born weak. Now, after the support of the rejuvenation spell, it only strengthens his vitality and prevents him from dying. As for reversing the weakness of his body, it is beyond our ability."

"Master Yuanchun, is there no way?" Miao Huiru asked hurriedly.

Meng Qinghe pondered for a moment and said softly: "Your Majesty, if you want to cure the nineteenth prince, only the abbot can do it. The power of our Buddhist spell is not enough."

"Master Fakong!" Miao Huiru looked at Hu Lieyuan.

Hu Lieyuan said slowly: "It is enough to relieve it."

"Yes." Meng Qinghe clasped his hands together and returned to the main hall. He sat back on the futon, closed his eyes again, moved his lips slightly, and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

The sound of Buddhist scriptures was faint, and the sound of wooden fish formed a quiet, peaceful, solemn and solemn atmosphere.

"Your Majesty, he..." Miao Huiru suddenly screamed.

Hu Lieyuan looked over and found that the nineteenth prince Hu Houjun had opened his eyes, with a rosy little face and big eyes looking at him.

Hu Lieyuan smiled and reached out to touch Hu Houjun's hair.

Miao Huiru smiled and gently rocked him.

Hu Houjun's eyes slowly moved away from Hu Lieyuan's face, then turned his head to look at Meng Qinghe and the other four girls, staring at Meng Qinghe and the others intently.

He listened to the sound of the wooden fish and the chanting of scriptures, and his little face smiled.

Miao Huiru couldn't help but smile when she saw him like this.

Hu Lieyuan frowned and shook his head and said, "We should go back."

"Your Majesty..."

"Come back tomorrow and continue to trouble Master Yuanchun and the others." Hu Lieyuan said.

"Yes." Miao Huiru smiled.

Hu Lieyuan folded his hands and bowed, turned around and walked out.

Miao Huiru nodded as a greeting, and walked out with the nineteenth prince Hu Houjun in her arms, but she didn't expect Hu Houjun to suddenly cry.

PS: Update completed.