Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Huang Yanzhi said that the monk Fakong could not come, after all, the monk had already traveled away and would not lie.

But he could not hide his disappointment when he saw that the temple was about to be opened and Fakong really did not come.

The people donated to build the Zizhao Temple to express their gratitude to the monk Fakong, but they also wanted to see the monk Fakong again through this Zizhao Temple.

It is like building a nest in Jianmu, and getting a golden roost in the phoenix, attracting the phoenix to come.

Unfortunately, it seems that the monk Fakong did not come, and Huang Yanzhi sighed in his heart.

Zhou Hanxu naturally understood his old friend's thoughts, looked at him, and smiled: "Open the temple!"

He turned around and slowly pushed open the shiny red door.

In the process of pushing, the red paint of the red door shone in the bright sunshine, shining in the eyes of everyone.

"Open the temple!" Everyone shouted loudly.

They cheered.

Some people donated money simply to express their gratitude because their relatives or themselves were saved from desperate situations.

Some people donated silver to express their admiration. The monk Fakong lived up to his reputation and his mantras were magical.

Some people donated silver to attract the monk Fakong.

Regardless of whether the monk Fakong came or not, Zizhao Temple was built, and it was possible to attract the monk Fakong.

Even if they were disappointed, they were still high-spirited.

The gate was wide open, and people stepped into the door one after another, lining up to burn incense in the main hall.

The big-bellied old man at the head, short and fat, ugly, but wearing brocade clothes and jade belts, and jewels, was Fu Yongming, who donated the most silver this time.

The people behind him lined up in order according to the amount of silver donated, in an orderly manner.

This was a customary rule, and everyone followed it invisibly.

As for who donated how much silver, there was a stone tablet outside, which clearly wrote it.

January of the third year of Yongxuan.

All the wise men in Jingchuan City admired the Buddhist power of the monk Fakong, and donated to build Zizhao Temple and Zizhao Peak to thank the master for saving all living beings with the Buddhist Dharma.

Good man Fu Yongming donated 100,000 taels of silver.

Good man Jing Zhaoxing donated 10,000 taels of silver.

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Fu Yongming, dressed in a brocade robe and jade belt, staggered and moved slowly. He took the incense handed over by Huang Yanzhi, came to the steps of the main hall, and handed three thick sandalwood sticks to Zhou Hanxu.

Zhou Hanxu held the candle in his hand and lit the three sandalwood sticks.

Fu Yongming piously raised the three sandalwood sticks to his head, bowed three times, and then inserted them into the incense burner, then knelt on the cushion under the incense burner and kowtowed nine times, making a dongdong sound.

He knelt on the cushion, clasped his hands together, stared at the Buddha statue in the main hall with a pious face, and murmured in his mouth.

Zhou Hanxu and Huang Yanzhi looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.

This old Fu, what bad luck.

When they were distributing the rejuvenation spell, old Fu was outside, not in Jingchuan City, and missed the time.

Even so, they still gave old Fu's family a rejuvenation spell, waiting for old Fu to come back to use it.

When old Fu came back, the monk Fakong had already left.

Even though he missed the blessing ceremony of the monk Fakong and failed to receive the rejuvenation spell to cure the terminal illness.

But he offered the rejuvenation spell talisman paper and recited the rejuvenation spell ninety-nine times every day, and it was actually effective.

So old Fu was really pious to the monk Fakong, and he was fanatical, donating so much silver.

Although the queue behind was long, no one urged Fu Yongming.

Everyone knew his bad luck.

He was only one step away, perfectly missed the monk Fakong, and missed this blessing ceremony.

Otherwise, Fu Yongming would not have only one year to live if he didn't have a terminal illness.

Rich enough to rival a city, but only one year to live.

In this situation, Fu Yongming's actions are not as gentle as before, and gradually become fierce.

People can understand this feeling.

If it were me, I would also go crazy.

Fu Yongming closed his eyes for a moment, and tried hard to stand up. Zhou Hanxu stretched out his hand to help him stand up.

He comforted: "Old Fu, don't worry, the rejuvenating spell paper of the monk is not effective."

Fu Yongming's ugly face squeezed out a bitter smile and nodded: "I just hate that I can't meet the monk in person. Maybe it's my fate."

He shook his head: "I am also kind and generous. Is it a debt from my previous life?"

He then said: "This Buddha's face is the monk Fakong?"

"Similar." Zhou Hanxu nodded gently: "Don't say anything, so as not to cause trouble for the monk."

If he builds his own appearance and is worshipped by sentient beings, it is against the great principles of Buddhism and will be opposed by all monks.

People worship the Buddha, not a certain monk. If a Buddha statue is built in one's own image, it means that one is comparing himself to the Buddha.

This is arrogant.

Fu Yongming nodded slowly: "Of course I understand. Take me to see other places."

"Our Zizhao Temple is mainly the Great Hall, which is a place for everyone to express gratitude and admiration. Other buildings are a bit rough because of the rush of time, and they need to be built further."

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"Let me see."

"Then Old Fu, you can just walk around."

"Okay, you guys get busy." Fu Yongming waved his fat hand, hobbled to the side hall next to it, and then crossed a yard to the Sutra Library.

The Sutra Library was built lavishly and was filled with Buddhist scriptures, all donated by believers in the city.

Then there was the abbot's courtyard.

The abbot's courtyard was built very delicately and well. Although it took a short time, it was not perfunctory, but hard work was put in.

This was due to the joint efforts of the wealthy gentry in Jingchuan City to invite skilled craftsmen.

The power of a city, with one heart, the effect is amazing.

He looked carefully, and wrote down any place that was not done carefully, and he would explain and revise it later.

He stopped when he came to the flower garden.

His eyes wandered over the flowers, coming and going, watching them full of vitality and beautiful.

His turbid eyes showed melancholy.

After such a brilliant bloom, it will wither immediately. Is there no one in the world who can avoid withering?

I went from a farm boy to the richest man in Jingchuan City in one breath. How much did I pay, how much suffering did I endure, and how much grievance did I suffer.

I was also glorious, and I was also like these flowers, full of vigor and pride.

However, no matter how much money, how strategic a mind, how many beauties, and how many children, it is all in vain.

When I was young, I worked too hard and damaged my body. Later, I supplemented too much, which led to a terminal illness, and medicine was ineffective.

I also went to Tianjing to invite miracle doctors, and even invited all the miracle doctors in Dayong.

The result was still the same, medicine was ineffective, and there was no way to save the situation.

This is fate.

I have to accept my fate and make good arrangements for my funeral.

Once I die, my family may not be able to keep these family properties, and they need to be dispersed.

Let them have a way out, so as not to be swallowed up by others.

In this process, I have to abandon a few children, protect a few children, and leave hope for the Fu family.

The choice is a huge torment for the mind.

However, at this time, the monk Fakong appeared and gave me unlimited hope.

Especially when chanting the rejuvenation mantra, I can feel the warm power flowing into my body through the talisman paper.

The body full of holes actually has a trace of relief.

With this body full of holes, I can clearly feel the vitality draining away quickly, and I can't hold on for too long.

But now, warm vitality is replenishing.

Although it is far slower than the loss rate.

However, this can delay my death. I could not last more than a year originally, but with this, I hope to last a year.

The longer I can last, the more calm I can arrange it, and I can also give my opponents an unexpected surprise.

But if the monk Fakong takes action personally, I will have a chance to recover.

How can I ask the monk Fakong to take action personally?

This 100,000 taels of silver is sincerity.

I have sent people out to look for the monk's footprints everywhere. Once they find him, they will go there immediately.

Begging in person, hope will increase greatly.

At this time, compared with life and health, silver can be abandoned.

As long as my mind is there, I will not worry about not having silver.

But if I am gone, where is the silver?

He slowly stretched out his fat hands, and each of his short and thick fingers wore a jade ring. Each ring was glowing, and it was a rare gem.

The short and fat hand slowly approached a flower, which had withered petals. Only one petal was yellow, and the rest were still bright.

The short and fat hand gently plucked the withered petal.

Looking at the still bright flower, a smile appeared on his ugly face.

Just at this moment, a warm nectar poured down on his head and instantly poured into his body.

He looked dazed and dazed, not knowing where he was and whether he had returned to his mother's womb.

When he woke up, he found that his broken body had been repaired, as if he had returned to the age of thirty in an instant and found the feeling of being strong.

He looked up at the sky, looking for the place where the nectar fell, and a golden light could be vaguely seen in the sky.

Cheers came from the front yard, one after another, and then there were shouts of "Thank you, the monk, thank you, the monk".

His eyes were suddenly attracted by the flower garden.

He stared at the flower garden.

But he saw that all the flowers in the flowerbed were in full bloom, even the flowers that he had plucked a petal from before, had returned to their full bloom.

Hundreds of flowers bloomed, competing for beauty.

He was shocked.

Even though he heard people say how miraculous the situation was at that time, and that all the people holding the talisman red in the city were cured without medicine.

But hearing is false, seeing is true, and what you hear is never as powerful as what you see with your own eyes.

The strangeness of his body and the strange scene of the flowers blooming in the garden in front of him gave him a strong shock.

He walked in front of the main hall with vigorous steps and saw that the temple was already crowded with people. People no longer lined up and squeezed in directly.

People knelt on the ground one after another, regardless of whether there were cushions or not, and bowed to the Buddha statue in the main hall.

The scene was extremely fanatical for a while.

He struggled through the crowd and came to Huang Yanzhi and Zhou Hanxu on the steps, clasping his fists and said, "Old Huang and Old Zhou, is the divine monk here?"

The two shook their heads.

"The divine monk didn't come? Then...?" He pointed at himself and the people kneeling on the ground: "Why did he use the rejuvenation spell to save us?"

Huang Yanzhi and Zhou Hanxu pointed at the Buddha statue in the main hall.

The Buddha statue was emitting a hazy golden light.

Especially the vertical pupil between the eyebrows, which was particularly bright and attracted attention.

Zhou Hanxu said: "The divine monk has blessed this Buddha statue with the rejuvenation spell. Once the vows of sentient beings are sufficient, the rejuvenation spell can be activated. All sentient beings within the scope of Zizhao Temple will be blessed with the rejuvenation spell... once a month."

“Look, look!” someone exclaimed outside the temple.