Immortality in the Great Qian Dynasty

Fakong stood on the altar, his hands clasped together, his eyes lowered, and he murmured Buddhist sutras in his mouth. The sutras were mysterious, as if they were coming from the distant horizon.

Although it came from far away, it was ethereal and distant, but the sound was clear and the sound reached my ears, but I couldn't make out what it was.

It was as if he was speaking the dialect of certain places, not the official dialect, and he could hear the sound clearly but not the meaning.

After a while, the sound seemed to change direction again, coming from underground, from under the Nine Netherworld.

For a while, it was far away on the horizon, and for a while, it was constantly changing.

Everyone was in a state of absolute calm at this time, and the previous mania had completely disappeared, as if they were a different person.

They all wondered what the sound was about.

Then, their eyes were tightly held by Fakong and they could not move away.

White light is slowly gushing out of Fakong's body. The soft white light is like moonlight, and it is two points warmer than moonlight. It is more like the light emitted by mutton-fat white jade.

The soft white light surged more and more, and Fa Kong was shrouded in white light, solemn and sacred, and the purple and gold cassock shone particularly brightly.

The white light began to expand outward, slowly flowing away like water in a pond, spreading and spreading again, until it enveloped the entire wide field.

"Sect Master?" Ding Xingqing looked at Ning Zhenzhen.

Ning Zhenzhen nodded lightly: "It's casting the Ksitigarbha Dakini Curse."

"You want to save them?" Ding Xingqing said in surprise: "You want to save so many people at once?"

She had carefully observed just now that not counting the injured, there were at least thirty or forty people dead, all of them fatally injured.

It's okay to save one or two people, but is it really possible to save so many people at once?

People's eyes widened in surprise, looking at the white light surrounding them, and couldn't help but reach out to touch it.

A warm and cool feeling came from the back of the palm, which was indescribably refreshing, as if you were stretching your hand into spring water under the scorching sun.

"Can you really save so many people?" Jing Xiaomei said worriedly: "If the master fails to cast the spell..."

She shook her head gently: "Everyone will definitely blame him."

When you save them, they will be grateful, but if you cannot save them, the gratitude will turn into resentment.

This is the human heart.

Now I have gradually seen through people's hearts, and I am no longer as naive as before.

The human heart is a constant exchange of yin and yang, always going back and forth, never stopping for a moment.

One moment it is sunshine and joy, the next moment it will be darkness and resentment. In short, it will never remain unchanged.

Ning Zhenzhen smiled.

How could it be impossible for senior brother to do what he did?

As long as you take action, you will definitely succeed, there are no surprises.

She looked at the spread of those white lights. They seemed to recognize people, passing over the injured and uninjured, falling on the dead, and began to condense on them, becoming more and more intense.

The chanting became louder and louder, and the white light began to condense faster.

The city guards and the people who wanted to see Fa Kong widened their eyes, fearing that they would miss something if they blinked.

After a while, the sound of chanting suddenly rose in pitch.

Dark clouds quickly gathered from all directions and piled up again above Yongkong Temple, forming a towering giant peak.

The huge peaks formed by dark clouds seem to penetrate into the sky, leading to higher places, which makes people unable to help but feel curious and admirable.

The huge peaks formed by dark clouds seemed to be suppressed at any time, and there was faint thunder, vague lightning, and occasionally streaks of silver light flashed across.

People feel depressed and can't help but want to run away.

But the white light surrounding them relieved their tension and depression. Everything around them was like a dream, as if they were in a paradise world.

Some people looked up at the sky, and some looked at the people wrapped in white light, feeling that their eyes were not enough.

Suddenly, their eyes dimmed.

Those white lights instantly penetrated into the skin of the wrapped person and disappeared almost instantly.

Lightning suddenly jumped out from the dark clouds in the sky, and several rays of silver lightning pierced the dark clouds, brightening his eyes.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

…

"Boom!"

"boom!"

"Boom!"

…

There was lightning and thunder in the sky above Yongkong Temple.

People couldn't help but close their eyes and cover their ears, but they just stared blankly, bewilderedly watching the bolts of lightning flash past and hit them.

It was like dozens of silver dragons rushing towards him, trying to devour him.

"Amitabha!" Fa Kong's Buddha's shout echoed throughout the sky and the earth.

He stood on the altar, wearing a purple and gold cassock, as if he was in a strong wind. He spread his palms apart and slowly raised them to the top of his head.

A lavender light shield enveloped the surroundings, protecting everyone within it.

The silver dragon turned into lightning hit the lavender shield, immediately slowed down, and then dissipated between heaven and earth.

People breathed a sigh of relief and were frightened.

But the thunder did not give up. In the thunder and lightning again, dozens of lightning bolts rushed over and hit the lavender light shield again.

The silver dragon was annihilated again.

Then show up again.

Repeat this nine times.

People's hearts dropped nine times. When the dark clouds in the sky quickly dispersed and turned blue again, they found that their bodies were so limp that they were about to lose strength.

Fa Kong stood in the void, put his palms together and said: "Dear donors, the poor monk's Ksitigarbha Dakini mantra can bring people back to life within seven days, but it can only make people live for a period of one year. Curses can’t do anything.”

Everyone was soft and heard clearly.

Some people feel refreshed, while others are immediately disappointed.

Fakong said: "Tomorrow morning, I will hold a ceremony to bring back the dead here. Those who have died within seven days and are under the age of sixty can be sent to the outside of the temple. Amitabha."

After he said that, he nodded slightly to the city guards to express his gratitude, and then disappeared in a flash.

As he disappeared, the dead people lying on the ground opened their eyes and stood up blankly.

Both the city guards and those who besieged the city guards cheered.

Not only because their companions came back to life, but also because they witnessed the magic of the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra, which can really bring back the dead.

Does this mean that I will not die young? Even if I die, as long as I am sent to the outside of Yongkong Temple, I will have a chance to live again?

All of them who came here are middle-aged or young people. The older ones will not get involved, let alone besiege the city guards.

Footsteps sounded, and city guards rushed over from all directions, forming an encirclement in the blink of an eye.

Then the city guards began to arrest people, not letting anyone go. They arrested them first and then identified who had fought and who had not.

Even those who had not fought would suffer some pain, and those who had fought would face severe punishment, including the powerful.

This time, the city guards were acting on orders, and they were justified and arrested people without hesitation.

No matter how they begged or scolded, they would not be persuaded.

Ning Zhenzhen said, "Let's go."

She floated away and soon entered an alley. She turned three or two, which made Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei dazzled.

"Senior sister, are we going to...?" Ding Xingqing looked around.

"Chase those people." Ning Zhenzhen said.

Ding Xingqing was refreshed: "Those who are making trouble?"

"Yes." Ning Zhenzhen nodded.

"Can we catch them?" Ding Xingqing asked curiously: "We didn't get close, can we catch them just by looking at them?"

Ning Zhenzhen smiled.

For others, it is indeed impossible to start, because they have never approached them, and they cannot perform tracking skills.

But I am different.

Senior Brother has planted a unique aura in them, and they are like torches in the dark night, especially conspicuous.

Sure enough, everything is under Senior Brother's control.

"Master, this time, the master's reputation will be even louder." Jing Xiaomei's eyes are shining with excitement.

Thinking of the people who fell to the ground and died before, they came back to life and stood up and recovered their vitality, and they were inexplicably excited.

"Yeah." Ning Zhenzhen nodded.

The name of the divine monk comes from Buddhist mantras and magical powers, but for ordinary people, it is still very far away after all.

The magical power sounds high-sounding, but it seems to have nothing to do with oneself. No matter how good the magical power is, it is of no use to oneself, so I don't care so much.

The Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra is different.

It can actually bring the dead back to life. As long as you are not over 60 years old, you can come back to life.

There is no way for the elderly, but which family doesn't have children? Or children, or grandchildren.

The death of a young person is the greatest tragedy in the world. Who wouldn't be terrified when it comes to it?

With the Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra, this tragedy can be avoided. How fortunate is this?

The Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra is related to the happiness of every family and to one's own destiny. How can we not pay attention to it?

Therefore, the reputation of the senior brother will be explosively increased, and his prestige will be unprecedentedly high, and no one can match it.

The Great Miaolian Temple is indeed strong, and the national master is also powerful, but it is still far away from me, and has nothing to do with my life.

They just admire from afar, but not very strongly.

But it is different for the senior brother.

For those who save me from suffering and those who can only watch from afar, of course, the attitude and enthusiasm are completely different.

Ding Xingqing said: "But it's also quite troublesome, Senior Sister, Master can't stay here all day long, right?"

"No."

"What if someone comes here every day?" Ding Xingqing said: "And it's also difficult to perform this Ksitigarbha Vajrayogini Mantra, right?"

"That's right." Jing Xiaomei nodded hurriedly: "Such a powerful Buddhist mantra, reversing life and death, must have a price."

"There will always be a way." Ning Zhenzhen said.

Senior Brother will not do things that sacrifice himself for others, there must be a benefit, otherwise he would have kept it secret and not leaked it.

Since it has been leaked, it must be that Senior Brother deliberately let people know.

Why is he doing this?

"We're here!" Ning Zhenzhen suddenly spoke.

Ding Xingqing and Jing Xiaomei hurriedly closed their red lips, looked around, and looked at the house that Ning Zhenzhen was looking at.

"Senior Sister," Ding Xingqing lowered her voice and whispered: "These guys are very cunning and difficult to deal with."

Ning Zhenzhen looked at Jing Xiaomei: "Go find the city guards."

"Yes." Jing Xiaomei responded solemnly, turned around and left.

After a cup of tea, Jing Xiaomei brought eight city guards, all of whom were full of energy and had a half-hidden and half-revealed aura, obviously top masters.

They clasped their fists to Ning Zhenzhen to express their gratitude.

They had been chasing these murderers, but unfortunately these guys were too cunning and ran away in a flash, so they could not be caught.

The leader of the Jade Butterfly Sect, Mo, actually caught up with them, which was tantamount to helping him a lot.

Although those dead colleagues have come back to life, this revenge must be avenged. Conspiring against the city guards is an unforgivable crime.