Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong smiled at him.

Monk Yuande clasped his hands together, remained silent, and turned to walk out.

His steps were heavy and slow, thinking as he walked.

If it were me, I would not agree, lest I drag down the sect and become the sinner of the entire sect.

But now there is really nothing I can do. I don’t want to watch the disciples of the Great Miaolian Temple continue to be harmed, but I can’t do anything about it.

This feeling made the nameless fire burn fiercely, almost burning my reason, and I fought desperately.

Fakong was his lifeline. Although I knew that Fakong might not agree, I still wanted to grab him and give it a try.

What if he really agreed?

After Fakong refused, I finally gave up completely.

He walked out slowly, and when he raised his left foot to step out of the threshold, Fakong’s voice rang out: "Wait."

Monk Yuande paused, his face changed slightly, his eyes suddenly brightened like cold stars, and he slowly turned around.

Fakong clasped his hands and said, "I will perform the Great Light Mantra to help those masters who were killed and help them transcend to the Western Paradise."

"... Amitabha." The light in Monk Yuande's eyes dimmed, and he forced a smile and chanted a Buddhist name.

Fakong said, "Even if one has a high level of Buddhist practice, if one encounters an unexpected death, it is still difficult to avoid anger and attachment, and cannot transcend."

"Amitabha." Monk Yuande nodded slowly.

Sudden death is easy to generate resentment, and it is difficult for the soul to transcend. It may stay in the same place and slowly dissipate, or fall into reincarnation and follow the law of cause and effect.

Fakong said, "Let's go."

"Thank you, Master." Monk Yuande did not refuse.

There is no way to prevent the death of fellow disciples, but it can help them transcend to the Western Paradise and not fall into reincarnation.

This is also a great benefit.

The two walked out together and came to Xiaomiaolian Temple.

Monk Yuande took him into Xiaomiaolian Temple, first went to the main hall to burn a stick of incense, then walked back and came to the pagoda garden.

The pagoda garden with nine pagodas was lush with trees, and the sound of chanting was faintly lingering.

They walked a few steps forward, followed the stone path through a forest, and saw a group of monks chanting solemnly on an altar surrounded by three pagodas.

The group of monks were standing around a huge wooden bed, on which 31 corpses were lying side by side.

The 31 corpses were all wearing brand new monk robes, which wrapped their bodies and no scars could be seen.

Most of them looked angry, obviously unwilling to die.

The wooden bed was about 20 meters long and 10 meters wide, which was more than enough to hold 31 corpses, and the empty space was filled with flowers.

Various kinds of flowers surrounded them.

The bed was filled with firewood.

Nearly a hundred monks were solemnly surrounding the huge bed, slightly closing their eyes, holding Buddhist beads and muttering scriptures.

They ignored the footsteps and continued to chant with concentration.

Monk Yuande wanted to approach the altar, but Fakong shook his head to stop him, saying softly: "I will chant the Great Light Mantra here."

Monk Yuande clasped his hands and said solemnly: "Thank you, Master."

Fakong shook his head.

He closed his eyes, formed a seal with his left hand, and raised his right palm to illuminate the altar.

A ball of soft light appeared in the palm of his right hand, and then the soft light surged, forming a column of white light that burst out and enveloped the wooden bed in white light.

All 31 corpses were bathed in white light, and soon groups of white light floated up, twisting for a moment and turning into small light people.

The monks who were chanting with their brows down noticed something strange and widened their eyes in surprise.

These small light people had clear and lifelike appearances, clasped their hands together, looked calm, bowed to Fakong, and then soared into the sky.

Even though the sky was clear and the sun was shining, one could still see clearly that thirty-one white lights shot up into the sky.

Thirty-one memory beads emerged in Fakong's mind.

He thought about it and did not absorb all of them. After all, absorbing so many memory beads in one breath would be too much of a mental burden.

He would absorb one in a few days.

He absorbed one first, and in a short period of time, he experienced the life of Monk Yuanshan, which was also a rich life.

Many secrets of the Great Miaolian Temple were imprinted in his memory at the same time.

At the same time, he also experienced the process of being ambushed and assassinated by the masters of the Jinghui Sect. He saw with his own eyes how the masters of the Jinghui Sect attacked, how they used the means of mutual destruction, how secretive and how hard to defend.

Monk Yuanshan was walking on the street. When he turned a small alley, he met two young men in a hurry.

Monk Yuanshan found that the two young men did not know martial arts, so he did not take it to heart.

As a result, when the two young men passed by him, they suddenly attacked, abruptly and surprisingly fast, and hit Monk Yuanshan with both palms.

Monk Yuanshan practiced the Golden Lotus Body Protection Technique of the Great Miaolian Temple, and his body protection magic was powerful. Although he was hit by two palms, he was not seriously injured.

The minor injury angered him instead. In his anger, he was so powerful that he pressed the two men and made them shaky.

The two masters of the Jinghui Sect misjudged his strength and were eventually injured by Monk Yuanshan. Monk Yuanshan originally wanted to catch them.

But who knew that their cultivation level would increase sharply in an instant, as if they were possessed by gods and demons. In a few moves, they reversed the situation and pressed Monk Yuanshan so hard that he couldn't breathe.

Monk Yuanshan activated the secret technique, and his cultivation level increased by two times, but he still couldn't suppress the two and was killed by them.

Monk Yuanshan was angry and unwilling, but he still couldn't change the result of defeat.

Fakong shook his head after watching it.

This is the terrifying part of the masters of the Pure Land Sect. Their power can be completely restrained, but once they control their evil thoughts, the power they mobilize is amazing and hard to defend against.

Monk Yuanshan died in frustration, but at least he was not able to force the other party to die together.

When he closed his eyes, more than a hundred monks had already opened their eyes and stared at him, with their palms solemnly clasped together.

He opened his eyes, met the gazes of the crowd, and clasped his palms together in a salute.

"Thank you, Master." Everyone thanked him.

Seeing thirty-one fellow disciples transcend and enter the Western Paradise, they felt extremely relieved.

And the expressions of the thirty-one corpses have changed to peace and tranquility, no longer angry and unwilling.

This is more important than revenge.

Fakong clasped his hands solemnly, nodded to Monk Yuande, and then disappeared in a flash.

The next moment, he appeared in an alley.

The walls on both sides of the alley are bluestone, and the ground is white stone slabs. Obviously, the houses in this area are not ordinary people.

The white stone slab still has a faint dark brown mark, which is very similar to the soil between the slabs, so it is easy to be overlooked.

This is the mark left by the fight between Monk Yuanshan and two masters of the Jinghui Sect.

Monk Yuanshan was defeated and killed, and although the two masters of the Jinghui Sect won, they were still injured and bleeding.

Fakong recalled the previous scenes, and his eyes suddenly became deep, staring at the dark brown bloodstain.

After a moment, he retracted his gaze and closed his eyes.

His mind suddenly expanded, and the area within a radius of several miles was clearly presented in his mind, and he quickly locked onto a courtyard.

In a house in the adjacent alley, two young men were slowly fighting, and one of them was performing the martial arts moves of Monk Yuanshan.

The two were recreating the situation of the original fight, studying the martial arts of the Great Miaolian Temple, and looking for flaws.

Fakong disappeared the next moment and appeared on the lotus pond in Yongkong Temple.

Standing in the corridor on the lotus pond with his hands behind his back, Fakong looked at the two.

His gaze passed through all the obstacles and fell on the two people.

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