Longevity

Yang Shuangting shook his head and smiled: "Sister Zhu, I'll think of a way."

"Is there a way for my sister?" Zhu Miaoying was startled, and then hesitantly said, "In today's world, I am afraid that no one can save my grandmother except the monk Fakong."

When she said this, tears welled in her eyes again.

She couldn't bear the pain of losing her grandmother. Without her grandmother, it was very desolate to live alone in this world.

But the grandmother's illness has already invited several famous doctors, all of which are ineffective, and these famous doctors recommended Fakong magic doctor to his father.

Medicines cannot kill people. Such a terminal illness can only be saved by the Buddhist mantras of the Fakong God and Sangha, not medicine stones.

The whereabouts of the monk Fakong are uncertain, and they may not always be in the outer courtyard of the Kongo Temple. Even if they are in the outer courtyard of the Kongo Temple, they cannot be invited.

Because of this, my father was very annoyed, and complained that he was incompetent and failed to enter the Shenjing as an official. If he had already become a Beijing official, he could go to the outer courtyard of the King Kong Temple for help at this time, and his grandmother would surely be saved.

She also complained faintly, but the affairs of the officialdom are the most unpredictable, how difficult it is to be a Beijing official.

And it's too late now.

My grandmother couldn't survive for a month, and my father couldn't become a Beijing official with all the tossing now. What's more, even if I became a Beijing official, my grandmother couldn't help the pain of the journey, which would only accelerate the disease.

The illness is like a mountain, the feeling of powerlessness is too desperate and too painful, and I am living in torment.

Yang Shuangting said softly: "Although I can't find the Fakung monk, I can help my ancestors go to Shenjing."

Zhu Miaoying blinked her eyes in confusion, her eyes hazy with tears.

Others also looked at Yang Shuangting curiously.

Yang Shuangting sighed and said, "I have a treasured elixir in my family. After taking it, it can be kept for twelve hours. Take advantage of this time to bring my ancestors to the Shenjing."

"Twelve hours?"

"What elixir is so powerful?"

"This may be possible, but it requires a master of light power, and ordinary masters can't reach the Shenjing in one day."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult. In one day, rushing to the Shenjing with a person is difficult, difficult, difficult, difficult!"

Everyone was talking about it.

Yang Shuangting looked at Zhu Miaoying.

Zhu Miaoying frowned and pondered, wondering if she could find such a master of Qinggong to take her grandmother to Shenjing.

Arrive at Shenjing within a day, I am afraid that none of the guards in the mansion can do it.

Yang Shuangting said: "Twelve hours can be guaranteed. Although the ancestors are weak, they should be able to survive the rest of the day, right?"

"One day..." Zhu Miaoying thought about it, her grandmother was weak and getting weaker and weaker, can she last a day?

Yang Shuangting said, "It's better to give it a shot than to sit and wait, isn't it?"

Zhu Miaoying gritted her teeth, made a firm decision, nodded and said, "Okay, Sister Yang..."

Yang Shuangting waved his hand: "No matter how precious the elixir is, it can't compare to the life of the ancestors, so there is no need to say more."

"...Okay." Zhu Miaoying no longer said thank you, she could only put it in her heart and save her grandmother's life, that is to save her own life and the life of the entire Zhu family.

"If it takes two days...it should be about the same." A handsome young man nodded slowly and said, "Looking for a good player with agility and skill, and taking the ancestors to the capital, it is best to calculate the time accurately, lest the monk is not there."

"It's okay." Zhu Miaoying said: "The **** monk is not there, and there is still water. As long as you take the water, you can delay the time until the **** monk returns."

Although they couldn't rush over, they had already inquired about the steps to save people. The more this happened, the more painful it was.

Obviously I can save it, but I know how to save it, but I can't.

"In this case..." the handsome young man said: "Let my master come, my master's light power can be said to be a must."

"Brother Qi, do you still have a master?" A simple and honest young man asked curiously, "Do you also practice martial arts?"

"Don't you guys practice martial arts?" The handsome young man smiled and said, "Even if we have different identities, we should always practice martial arts, lest we really run into anything and we won't be able to escape."

Yang Shuangting smiled.

These people all have martial arts, but they are all incompetent, and it is not worth mentioning that they are vulnerable.

But they still feel that their martial arts are good, which is ridiculous, and they are too lazy to expose it, so let them feel good about themselves.

With such identities, they will not be able to enter the martial arts, and they don't have to have too brilliant martial arts, which is also a kind of luck.

"Brother Qi, can your master go to Shenjing in one day?"

"I'm afraid one day is not enough." The handsome young man Qi Guangjie shook his head and said, "I once heard from the master that he could reach the Shenjing in a day and a half."

"A day and a half..."

"Otherwise, I'll ask the head of the guard in my house, the head of the guard. He is also very good at Qinggong. Although he is not as good as Brother Qi's master, he can go to the Shenjing in two days."

"There are not so many people..." Zhu Miaoying hurriedly said.

Seeing that they all wanted to help herself, she was moved.

"Although we usually quarrel and quarrel, at this critical time, we will never hide our secrets. If you can help, please help as much as possible." Qi Guangjie said: "Don't worry, Sister Zhu, the ancestors have a great fortune, and they will definitely survive. this one."

"Exactly." Everyone comforted.

"I think so." Qi Guangjie said: "We will send a few masters of light power to run a certain distance each, so as to avoid exhaustion and increase the speed."

"That's a good idea!" The simple and honest young man nodded vigorously: "No matter how good a master of Qinggong is, he can't bear to run down in one breath, and the speed will become slower and slower. It's best to run section by section."

Others offered their plans one after another to plan which section of the road for the masters of the Qinggong family to run, and the last section of the journey must be for the masters of the Zhu family.

Listening to their plan, Yang Shuangting looked out the window absentmindedly.

"Sister Yang?" Zhu Miaoying noticed her abnormality and gently tugged at her sleeve.

Yang Shuangting sighed: "Let the ship dock first."

"Ashore?" Everyone looked at her puzzled.

Yang Shuangting said, "Go and have a look."

"Look at what?"

"Look at the position where the monk Fkong is standing." Yang Shuangting said: "Let's go."

Qi Guangjie said, "What did Sister Yang find?"

Yang Shuangting waved his jade hand.

"Okay, then listen to Sister Yang." Qi Guangjie said.

No one objected.

Yang Shuangting has high prestige among them, not only because her father is the prefect, but also because she acts calmly and convincingly.

The painting boat came to the shore, and everyone followed Yang Shuangting along the willow embankment to the willow tree, standing at the position where Fakong had stood before, looking at Zhongling Lake.

At this time, the setting sun is getting closer and closer to Xishan, and the sky is red.

Zhongling Lake has been dyed red, as if the red brocade is shaking gently, with red in it, magnificent and illusory.

They were all covered with red clouds.

Yang Shuangting watched for a moment, Zhu Miaoying stood beside her and nodded: "This is the position, we were there at the time."

She pointed to a painting boat on the lake: "It's where it is now."

Yang Shuangting turned to look at the old willow branch.

The willow branches are drooping and swaying gently. The branches already have buds, and before you know it, it is already spring.

She pointed suddenly: "What is that?"

People look over.

On the branches of the willow tree, there is a string of Buddha beads, which are antique and similar in color to the bark, so they are not conspicuous and are easily overlooked.

"Huh?" The simple and honest young man jumped up, took off the Buddha beads, and felt the warmth and sinking when he started.

At the same time, the simple and honest young man found that the Buddha beads had pressed a plain paper, handed the Buddha beads to Yang Shuangting, and opened the plain paper.

He glanced at it and handed it to Yang Shuangting, with a curious look on his face: "Sister Yang, do you recognize the **** monk Fakong? The monk actually left you this string of beads on purpose."

Yang Shuangting said: "There is a relationship."

"..." Everyone looked over, curious.

You must know that the monk Fakong is a god-like figure, and he is hardly in the same world as ordinary people.

It is only the people who are in the Shenjing who are fortunate to be able to see the monk Fakong often, and have the honor to salute and say hello.

These people outside the Shenjing, if they want to meet the Fakung monk, it is difficult and difficult, unless they go to the Shenjing.

It can be said that it is not so easy to meet the monk Fakong in Shenjing now.

The monk Fakong became more and more reclusive, staying in the temple almost all the time to practice the Dharma, and often not in the outer courtyard of the Kongo Temple.

It is said that he has the magical power of Buddhism, and can travel thousands of miles away in an instant, and he does not know where he will practice.

If you think about it, you will know that if you have magical powers like Fakung, of course, you will go all over the world, heading to Daxueshan, to Shenjing City in the evening, and to Daguangfeng Peak at noon.

Sitting on the Daxue Mountain or Daguangfeng Peak to comprehend the Buddhadharma, or to sharpen the dusty heart in the Shenjing City, what a pleasure.

And Sister Yang was able to meet the priest of Fakong.

"This Buddhist mantra of the monk Fakong is wonderful, the Buddhadharma is profound, and the wisdom is amazing. Can you feel the majesty of the monk?"

"How old is the monk Fakong? Some say teens, some say 20s, some say 40s. How old are you?"

"It is said that the monk Fakong has many great magical powers. Can Sister Yang ask the monk to help you see your future destiny?"

Yang Shuangting ignored everyone's inquiries and handed the beads to Zhu Miaoying: "Sister Zhu, take it back and put it on the ancestors, it won't work if you take care of it."

"This..." Zhu Miaoying hesitated: "This is what the monk left to you, Sister Yang."

"Since it is given to me, then let me deal with it and take it to the ancestors. Maybe it can save the life of the ancestors, and it is impossible to send the ancestors to the Shenjing again." Yang Shuangting said.

"...Okay." Zhu Miaoying took it, and suddenly there was infinite hope.

If I could cure my grandmother without the hassle and the risk of dying halfway through, that would be great.

Although this string of beads looks unremarkable, it will not attract attention at all when worn on the wrist.

Depends on who gave it.

How could the gift from the monk Fakong be really mediocre?

She clutched the string of beads like a drowning man clutching a driftwood.

"Sister Yang, how about I take a look?" Qi Guangjie asked curiously, "You must have a look at the Buddhist beads given by the monk Fakong."

Yang Shuangting looked at Zhu Miaoying.

Zhu Miaoying handed it to Qi Guangjie.

Qi Guangjie took it carefully, looked at it carefully, then turned the Buddha beads around again, and finally shook his head in disappointment and handed it to Zhu Miaoying.

Zhu Miaoying waved her hand to indicate that they all played it again.

It was hard for everyone to be curious, and after playing it one after another, they all showed disappointment. This is indeed an ordinary Buddhist bead, and there is no mystery.

Such Buddhist beads are sold on the street, and I am afraid they will not be able to sell for a price, and they can be seen everywhere.

Could it be that the monk Fakong saw it on the street and bought a bunch of them at random.

Qi Guangjie carefully glanced at Yang Shuangting.

Yang Shuangting hummed: "If you have something to say, don't hesitate!"

"This bead looks familiar to me, it looks like one from Yixinzhai."

"...It's quite similar."

"Look at the secret under it,...it's really from Yixinzhai!"

Everyone immediately recognized the source of the beads, the sandalwood beads of Yixinzhai in the city, a string of twelve taels of silver.

They looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

This monk Fakong bought a string of beads from Yixinzhai and gave it to Sister Yang, not his belongings.

Yixinzhai is a time-honored brand in Changling City, and I have never heard that there is a semicolon in Shenjing.

Zhaizhu is a great layman in the city. He is skilled in woodworking, sincerely worships Buddha, and has a lot of contacts with eminent monks of several famous temples.

He is profound in Buddhism, and his woodwork is also exquisite. The Buddhist tools he made are more exquisite, but they are not expensive, and they can be regarded as a kind of charity.

So Yixinzhai's Buddhist utensils are very popular.

Each one has a secret note from Yixinzhai. Once there is a problem, you can go directly to Yixinzhai to replace it with a new one.

However, Buddhist tools are difficult to damage, and the more they are used, the more valuable they become. Those who believe in Buddhism will not buy more.

There are also many believers whose Buddhist utensils are handed down by their ancestors, which are more precious than new ones, and they do not need to be bought again.

Buying a string of Buddhist beads for Yang Shuangting, what does the monk Fakong mean?

... Are you making fun of Yang Shuangting?

They had this question in their hearts, but they didn't say it, and they didn't want Yang Shuangting to come down from the stage.

Yang Shuangting glanced at them and looked at their minds like a fire: "Sister Zhu, let the ancestors wear Yidai to see, no matter where the beads come from, they are all gifted by the **** monk Fakong."

"Okay." Zhu Miaoying nodded vigorously.

The worst thing is to use the method that everyone came up with, through several top Qinggong masters, and strive to send my grandmother to Shenjing within a day or two.

Yang Shuangting looked tired, yawned, and said lazily, "Let's go away today, we will meet here tomorrow."

"It's still the old time." Qi Guangjie hurriedly said.

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In the evening of the second day, the setting sun was shining.

Zhongling Lake is still lively, and the boats are shuttled.

Several people from Yang Shuangting appeared on the willow embankment by Zhongling Lake, under the previous willow tree.

They all remembered the willow tree that the monk Fakong stood on, and paid special attention to it.

In the end, only Zhu Miaoying was left.

Qi Guangjie turned his head from time to time, but he didn't see Zhu Miaoying, his face became more and more anxious, and finally he couldn't help saying to Yang Shuangting: "Sister Yang, I'll go look for Sister Zhu."

Yang Shuangting glanced at him: "It's not time yet, what's the hurry."

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"There may be something delayed, don't hurry."

"What will happen? Is it the old ancestor..."

Everyone suddenly felt heavy, worried that Zhu Miaoying's grandmother was really unexpected.

The reason why people call her the ancestor is because she is of high seniority, and every year people from the Jingbei palace come to greet her, send gifts, and call her ancestors.

The people of Jingbei Palace called them that, and others also called them the same. After all, she was the longest-lived person in Changling Palace, so it is not an exaggeration to call her an ancestor.

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